Page 11 of Her Obsessed Biker (Savage Kings MC #8)

Piper

Three Years Later

The crowd is screaming my name. Again.

“PIPER! PIPER! PIPER!”

My heart thunders as I haul myself out of Lake Willowmere, water dripping off me in sheets. My muscles ache, my lungs burning like lava, but it’s worth every stroke.

Three years. Three wins.

Competing in the challenge that I once entered as a ruse has now become tradition.

I straighten, pushing my wet hair out of my face, and the cheers blur into background noise. Because the only thing I see—the only thing I ever want to see—is him.

My Rock.

He’s leaning against his bike at the finish line, arms folded over his cut, a slow, smug smile tugging at his lips. That proud, cocky glint in his eyes has never changed. Neither has the way he looks at me like I’m his religion.

My man. My partner. My home.

I jog toward him, and by the time I reach him, he’s already got a towel waiting. I barely have time to laugh before he wraps me up in it and pulls me into his chest, big arms locking tightly around me like always.

“You’re a damn fish, kitty,” he mutters against my wet hair. “A hot little waterlogged menace.”

“And you love it.” I grin, tilting my face up to his.

“Every fucking inch of you,” he says, his voice low and raw as he presses a kiss to my temple. “And don’t think I’m letting you outta my sight tonight. Winner or not, you’re mine.”

Three years, and he still makes my knees weak.

Sometimes I catch my reflection in the mirror, my eyes radiating a joy that shines from within, and I ask myself—how did I manage to get here?

I never thought it was possible to be this…happy.

Jackson Ridge didn’t just change my life. It gave me one.

I’m no longer a lost girl chasing shadows. I’m Piper Johnston now. Grizz’s daughter in blood and spirit. Rock’s woman in every sense of the word.

The Black Crown is home now. Behind the bar, Red barks orders and throws a beer at Diego, who catches it one-handed without looking up from the security feed.

Grizz is in the back, probably yelling at some poor prospect to mop the floors.

He still grumbles like a bear and drinks like he’s pickling himself, but he calls me kiddo now.

He’s the one who taught me to ride a ’67 Harley, cursing the whole time like it was a test of his patience.

We’re not perfect, but we’re family.

Diego watches me like I’m carrying diamonds in my pockets, and Red hugs me so tight it cracks my ribs. Which, in Red’s language, means I love you, don’t screw this up .

And the club? They’ve become my brothers. My rowdy, overprotective, cigar-smoking, patch-wearing brothers. There’s no safer place on earth than with the Savage Kings MC.

But no matter what…Rock is the center of my world.

He always will be.

After a quick goodbye to a few club members, I climb onto Rock’s bike and we head home. The ride up the hill is quiet. Just the rumble of the Harley beneath us, the wind in my wet hair, and the sound of our breaths syncing like they always do.

Our cabin sits tucked in the woods overlooking Lake Willowmere. Rock built it with his own hands. He said a woman like me deserves a place built to last. A place no one can ever take away. A place safe enough for all the parts I used to hide.

Inside, everything smells like pine and leather. Warm, earthy, familiar. I tore off my boots at the door and Rock disappears into the kitchen, already reaching for two beers. I glance at him over my shoulder as I head for the bedroom.

“Running off already, kitty?” he calls out, his voice laced with lazy humor.

“You know I don’t run,” I toss back with a smirk.

Inside our bedroom, I peel off my damp clothes and step into the lingerie I’ve barely managed to hide from Rock since it arrived last week.

My stomach tightens with anticipation. I look deliciously inappropriate, the black lace hugging my body like a second skin.

Its satin bows and sheer panels leave almost nothing to the imagination.

I smile at myself in the mirror. Oh, how I’ve changed from the naive girl who arrived at Jackson Ridge three years ago. Now, I’m a woman who revels in her sexuality. Wanton and wild.

I pad barefoot out to the living room and lean against the doorframe.

Rock is just popping the tops off our beers when he turns and sees me.

The bottle opener clatters to the counter.

“Jesus fuck, Piper.” His voice drops, gravel and fire, and his eyes go molten in a second flat. The man who can command a room full of bikers with just a look? Yeah…he’s already losing it.

I lift a brow. “Something wrong, Prez?”

That’s all it takes.

He’s on me in two strides, grabbing me by the waist, spinning us around, and pressing me against the wall. One hand in my hair. One on my ass. His mouth finds mine like he’s been starved for weeks. Tongue demanding. Kiss filthy. It’s not soft, not sweet. It’s possessive. Animalistic.

“You tryin’ to kill me, kitty?” he growls against my mouth. “’Cause this right here…” His fingers trail down to the curve of my thigh, teasing along the edge of lace. “This is a goddamn weapon.”

“What’re you gonna do about it, Prez?” I tease, breathless.

“Oh, you naughty girl,” he huffs darkly, hooking his arm around my waist to jerk me against his body. He reaches between us, running his palm up my chest to cup my left breast and squeeze it possessively.

Pleasure zaps through me like thunder. I let out a soft moan, pushing into his hand. He turns us around again, gently pushing me backward until my legs hit the couch. I lie back to watch him undress, quick, eager, until his gorgeous body is fully revealed to my appreciative gaze.

He kneels before the couch, hooks his fingers around my panties, pulls them down, and they get caught around my ankles.

I chuckle and he raises his brows at me, carefully untangling them.

When he’s done, he throws them to the side with a triumphant smirk, then runs his hands down my thighs then holds my left leg high in the air.

“I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you all day long,” he says gruffly, trailing his fingers over a bow on my lingerie. “This makes it even better.”

He closes his eyes and kisses the arch of my foot, then trails kisses up the inside of my thigh. His cock jerks as the wet tip brushes my bare skin.

He looks up at me. “I’m going to be between your legs for a long time,” he says, smiling that wicked smile. “So let’s make you more comfortable.”

He grabs a throw pillow and puts it behind my back, then another under my ass, tipping my hips up high. At this angle, I’m completely vulnerable and open to him. Being this intimate with anyone used to be unthinkable. But with Rock? It’s only natural. Always has.

He drops a single kiss on my pussy, making me draw in a deep, sharp breath.

“You’re so beautiful, my love,” he whispers, and my pussy constricts in response.

With one hand, he begins to stoke me, slowly. With his other hand, he pumps his shaft. I watch him, hypnotized by his sheer beauty and power, until my eyes drift closed as I get lost in a spiral of arousal.

“So good,” I whisper, running my tongue over my dry lips.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I open my eyes and watch him touch himself while touching me. All of my senses are heightened, my body taut with an overload of sensations.

He pulls his hand away and pushes my knees apart gently, then lies down with his head between my legs. I’m already close when his tongue finds my sweet spot, but instead of granting me the release I desperately need, he teases me, licking me with the barest touch.

How can a man who’s basically a giant column of muscle be so gentle in bed? I grab fistfuls of the duvet in frustration.

“Please,” I say. “Right there. I’m so close.”

“I know.”

He keeps doing what he’s doing, and I’m helplessly at his mercy. He slowly adds more and more pressure, bringing me to the verge again.

“Babe…” I groan when he pulls back again. “Please…”

He smirks, raising his brows at me. “That’s your punishment for teasing me earlier.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “How dare you.”

He chuckles like the villain he is. “Now, kitty, that’s no way to beg.”

“Please, baby, please…” I beg shamelessly, desperate for release.

Rock leans forward and swipes his tongue over my pussy like a fucking dog, and that single action almost sends me to the great beyond.

“Rock!”

He grins, pumps his erection once, twice…

then leans forward and kisses me hard on the mouth.

I close my eyes, reveling in the taste of myself on his lips.

Without breaking the kiss, he grabs my hands and pins them above me on the mattress.

Then he shifts his hips and with one hard thrust, he drives into me.

We both let out a long, deep moan.

Still kissing me, he moves against me. The angle is so deep, it feels like he’s pushing against my womb.

“You feel so good, baby,” I moan. He releases my hands and I bury my fingers in his dark messy curls, pulling him closer to me.

He rocks his hips slowly, almost soothingly, while his cock stretches me to my limit. For a moment, I feel like I’m floating, drifting between heaven and hell.

“Rock,” I say.

He holds himself up on his arms and looks down at me. “Yes, kitty?”

God, he’s so beautiful. This man.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper between my clenched teeth.

His gaze goes dark and thirsty. He begins to thrust fast and hard, and the muscles of his torso go rigid. I hold on to his hard, sweat-slick biceps and pull myself deeper onto his cock.

“Yes, kitty,” he says, his voice rough. “Come for me.”

My orgasm breaks free at last, my pussy clenching violently around him. I let out a wanton cry, my nails digging into his skin, begging him to stop and not stop at the same time.

Rock keeps going until it feels like I can’t breathe anymore.

And even then, he’s not done.

With a deep growl, he pulls out of me quickly, then flips me over so I’m on all fours. He tucks a pile of pillows under my hips and knocks me down from my hands to my elbows. Now my ass is high in the air.

“Yes,” he hisses, stroking my ass. “Fuck, yes.”

He gets behind me, spreading my legs wide with his knee. He runs his hands up and down my back and grabs my ass cheeks in his big hands before letting go and then bringing his palms down with a sharp smack. The momentary pain lights up my nervous system and sends blood straight to my buzzing clit.

Rock puts one hand on the base of my spine, and with his other hand, he guides his dick into my dripping, twitching pussy. Then he grabs my hips and thrusts hard. Again. And again. Until the sound of our skin clapping together fills the room.

I arch my back and rest my forehead against the armrest, focusing on the creaking sound of the couch against the ground to keep me grounded.

With a groan, Rock leans back and changes his angle, reaching around my hip to slide his hand between my body and the pillows. With the pad of his finger, he strokes my clit in time with his deep, rhythmic thrusts.

“Oh God,” I whisper.

And suddenly I’m coming again, screaming into the couch cushion. Rock spanks my ass again, hard, a bestial growl rumbling from deep within his chest as he comes inside of me. Hot and hard.

A long time after, when the world finally seems like it isn’t spinning on its axis anymore and I’m wrapped cozily in Rock’s arms, I tell him the news that’s been on the tip of my tongue all day.

“I’m pregnant.”

My words are greeted with silence. His body has gone rigid, and it almost seems like he’s not breathing anymore. I twist my neck to look at him, just in time to catch the play of emotions on his handsome face.

“Are you really…?” His voice cracks.

I nod, blinking back the sudden sting in my eyes. “Yeah.”

His face breaks into a smile, the biggest, most awestruck smile I’ve seen since I met him. His hand moves instinctively to my stomach, gently resting there.

“I’m gonna be a dad?”

“You are.”

He turns me around so I’m facing him, then pulls me against his chest, holding me like a lifeline.

“You’ve already given me everything, Piper,” he whispers against my ear. “But this…” He kisses my temple, my cheek, my lips. “You’ve made me the luckiest bastard alive. I love you so much, kitty.”

“I love you too, Rock,” I say, smiling through the tears gathering in my eyes. “Forever and beyond.”

I used to be lost.

Now, I’m found.

I’m loved.

And in this town, in this family, with this man…

I’m home.

~The End