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Or so that was the theory. Hadn’t worked yet.

His cock only wanted one wetness choking it. Would only come alive for one. The last time being a few days ago.

Goddamn her.

She didn't even know the leash she'd tied around him.

Or just what a fucked-up monster he was when it was fear orherthat could get him off.

And Hawk had a feeling Rider would throw around an objection or six if he knew the only stress reliever he wanted was found under his baby sister's skirt.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

"Sometimes toast just won't cut it for breakfast, Icy. Want between your legs." – Rider

As with most things, Zara’s life settled into a new routine. The sun rose and fell over the club, days ticked by one by one. Normalcy seemed to happen really quickly for the men once the lockdown was called off, like raiding and killing had never occurred just a few weeks ago. Some club boys left to go on several days’ worth of runs out of town, not entirely sure where they went or why, but they usually came back full of boasted stories and pleased with whatever had transpired.

Zara was in that weird medium of thebeforeand theafter. Unsure what she was doing with her life, she knew one thing; she was using Rider as a buffer between herself and everything else.

She had still to call her parents.

Needing to decide what to do with her life again she simply avoided by having as much sex as she could with the president. She didn't know how she'd fallen into that pattern, only acknowledged she was doing it.

Hiding was an ugly annoying word.

She was determined to get a life and soon.

The only thing Zara had right, she thought, was the urges she felt towards Rider.

"Oh…ohh.. Jesus... please, Rider. I need it."

His fingers went in mercilessly deep, the stroking drove her mad, he curled them as if he meant to drag the orgasm out of her by any means necessary, only she really felt it when he touched his tongue tip to the hood of her clit, his fingers never stopped moving, in ... out ...deep... around ... he gave her one long lick, not at all polite, it was a hard, obscene, fierce lick, growling the entire time. He licked her again and again, sucking her clit against his tongue.

Oh god. Yes. I want this so bad.

The sight of Rider with his bare bronzed shoulders, one covered in colorful ink, popped muscle beneath the skin, hunched against her spread thighs, his head moving so he could deepen the intimate kiss sending shards of pleasure to where it's needed, Zara arched her back, braced her foot to the counter and as his two fingers punched into soft soaked tissue she cried out his name. Cries that were throaty and agonized like an animal, she was so far beyond caring if anyone heard her, she had lost touch with reality.

It was only this way with Rider.

How he made her feel.

She could easily lay there and let him possess her, to be his thing forever.

"Again."

Zara lifted her heavy head, blinked through the haze.

Was hecrazy? She panted looking down at him. No way she could do that again so soon. She'd die. The orgasm had been powerful enough she was still feeling it shudder in strong ripples while he petted and stroked her slowly.

And she told him so. "Rider, honey, I don't think I can do that ever again. Let me take care of you now."

His face gradually moved in, drawing closer and closer as his gaze focused on her lips then up to her eyes.

Smiling. Smoldering. Gorgeous.

Zara's heart was beating like crazy and her stomach was clenched tight in that way only he made her feel, anticipating his next move.

She wanted so many again's she was stunned by the number.