Page 9 of Dirty Salvation

Tonight, his body was hard as steel and wanting this sweet nervous thing.

He didn't hear a word his prospect Pretty Boy said, he clutched her fingers tighter leading her down the private corridor to his room.

As President, he had the biggest crash room, perks he supposed.

The two-story house he bought three years ago stood unused most of the year, preferring to flop here, no reason to trek all the way into town when his business was here.

Rider liked hands on with his club, the last president was a lazy dipshit letting too much slide, no one could ever or would ever accuse Rider of being the same.

He knew all the crap going down in his MC.

And tonight, he intended to bereaaaalhands on just as soon as he got Zara through the door.

He heard her fast inhale and smiled, his wallet chain clanking as he advanced in after her.

"Not what you were expecting?"

He closed the door, choosing to keep it unlocked, the blend of music outside dulling as he did.

She'd walked a few feet and stopped in the middle of his room.

It was sparse by anyone's standards, but it was clean and tidy. It had a narrow bed; enough space for two who wanted to be hip-to-hip, an oak dresser his uncle’s old lady donated stuffed with undershirts, underwear, and black socks, most of his clothes were in a shoebox size closet. A fat leather chair sat in the corner next to a small table with a lamp on top. And on the far wall was a flat screen tv, underneath that was a DVD player. Nothing fancy, but it was his room.

"I’ve never been inside a place like this. I didn't know what to expect"

Liar. She was nervous, he was gonna change that. Bikers came with reputations,Sons of Anarchythat dramatization of a show made sure of that. Sure, if she poked her head into some of the rooms here she'd hit on her expectations; Pigsty’s. He was no Martha Stewart but he liked his shit tidy.

"C'mere, Icy. I ain't gonna bite. You want to leave? you can. I'll even get you a cab," He’d told her plainly he wanted to fuck her. He didn't want any misunderstandings, it’d be a fuck and that was it. “But I hope you don’t.”

He didn’t do prom queens, she was going to be his first, but his thirst for her innocence rang strong.

"No. I..I don’t want to leave."

Thank fuck.It would suck for him and his dick right now when he was so ready to come and come inside her. No crossed signals here. Shewantedhim.

"C'mere, Icy" He repeated. His voice was liquid lust, his head dipped watching the way she moved.

Surely a dancer. Goddamn, even with clothes her body was stunning.

The smallest breasts barely poking through her dress, perfect for Rider's hands.

When he spanned her waist his fingers almost met in the middle, but her hips flared out stroking down he gripped and pulled her into his crotch, rubbing on her, a dog wanting to hump.

“Gonna fuck you now.” he repeated and then caught the most perfect words in the English language he’d ever heard from a woman before.

“Yes, please...”

She’d said please.Fuck him.

Rider was not going to last if she continued to be this pure.

His dick was already past the point of no return.

A climax would happen with or without wet heat wrapped around his dick. He just craved it buried deep inside her.

No waiting he crushed his mouth down on hers, caught her gasp, taking it into his own lungs, she tasted of peppermint and absolute goodness.

He groaned, licking his tongue all over hers, grunted deeper still when she joined in, her lips opened, slanted for him to deepen their kiss.