Page 19 of Raven (Sinners Revenge MC- Rapid City, SD #6)
Raven
A prospect was at the house with one of the farm trucks bright and early Saturday morning to get the food Sydney had made for the cookout, so we didn’t have to take her truck over to the clubhouse this morning.
We had a club ride planned for nine, and he was standing outside at five thirty, ready to transport the food for us.
I didn’t wake Sydney when he arrived, and as much as I wanted to crawl back into bed and devour her for breakfast, I needed to get ready so we could head over by seven thirty.
Being Road Captain meant I planned the trip, where we were going to stop and take breaks, and any construction or detours we may experience.
Just after six fifteen, I walked into the bedroom and looked down at a sleeping Sydney.
She was so beautiful, and I had the ring and cut ready to give to her tonight.
It was the first time some of the brothers would be back from their trips, vacations, or other obligations, and I wanted everyone there to witness me claiming her.
Placing the cup of coffee I was holding onto the nightstand, I leaned over and ran my nose along the column of her neck before kissing her below the ear.
“Hmm,” she hummed and rolled her head, blinking up at me as she woke up. “Good morning.”
“Good morning, beautiful. Your coffee is beside you and we have about an hour or so before we need to leave.”
She pushed up from the bed, showing her naked breasts as she reached over and grabbed the cup of coffee.
I’d kept her up late last night, making love to her until she was quivering, then held her until she passed out.
She never backed down and gave as good as she got, but I wanted to make sure she had time to wake up and get showered before we left.
Sydney put the cup back onto the table beside the bed and flipped the covers back. “Crap, it’s chilly,” she mumbled before placing her feet onto the floor and standing from the bed.
I pulled her against me and kissed her, not going too far since we were restricted for time. When she stepped away, I gave her a swat to the ass, and she squealed as she held onto the naked cheek. I watched her walk into the bathroom and close the door behind her before I returned to the kitchen.
When walked into the kitchen, she had on a pair of sleep pants, a shirt of mine, and some fuzzy socks. The cup of coffee was in her hands as she took a seat at the island. I looked into the almost empty cup and smiled as I took it from her to refill.
“Are you excited?” I asked her as I placed the cup in front of her.
“Nervous,” she admitted and looked down at the island.
I stepped to her side and lifted her gaze with my finger as I asked, “Why are you nervous?”
I feared someone had let the cat out of the bag about my proposal tonight, but her reply calmed me. “I don’t want to mess up the ride for you or anyone.”
“You can’t mess it up, darlin’. I planned out everything, including having a prospect chasing the club with an SUV, just in case someone needs a lift.”
“Does that happen often?” she asked then took a sip of coffee.
I shrugged and leaned against the island beside her. “From time to time. Last year, Cheyenne got into the SUV during one of the breaks because she was battling a cold and the wind was too much on her ears. Another time, Claire bowed out halfway through due to lady troubles.”
I hated that I knew about that stuff, but it was my place in the club to prepare for all contingencies, and that happened from time to time. Sydney looked relieved and exhaled as she took another sip of coffee.
Sydney leaned back in her chair and glanced down at her cup. “Do you know if they found out anything about Rooster?”
Her green eyes lifted to mine as I responded, “Warhol had a call with the sheriff of the town in Nevada where your mother was living when she passed, trying to figure out who Rooster is, but I haven’t spoken to him in a few days.
” I paused then added, “Ask him when you give him the letter. He’ll be straight with you about whatever he finds. ”
She was fidgeting with her hands, and the last thing I wanted was for her to be nervous today.
The ride was meant to blow off steam, feel the open road beneath us, and have time together as a club.
I made an immediate decision and extended my hand to her.
She reached out and took it before standing from her seat.
I guided us to a small drawer near the garage, and she looked on as I grabbed something from inside and turned us toward the back door.
Opening the sliding door, I guided us outside and helped her get seated at the table before placing the small box onto the table.
Quickly, I grabbed our cups from inside and refilled them before returning to Sydney.
She smiled at me as I took the seat beside her.
The box had a small combo lock on it, and I dialed the numbers in and opened it to show her the contents.
Inside were a dozen pre-rolled joints and a lighter.
Taking one out, I lit the tip and inhaled deeply before handing it to her.
She often turned the smoke down, but this morning, she took it and inhaled deeply, fighting to keep a cough in.
Blowing the smoke out, she remarked, “I needed that.”
“You do know that none of us will judge you for when or how much you smoke?” I asked, and she nodded as I handed it back to her. “Then why do you turn it down so often?” Rushing, I tacked on, “No judgement.”
When she handed it back to me, she sat back and looked up at the clear morning sky as she admitted, “I never want to fall into the same trap my mother did.”
“That wouldn’t happen,” I said. “None of us would let you slip, darlin’.”
“I know, but mom had Uncle Billy and look where she ended up.” Shaking her head, she continued. “Strung out, hooking up with drug dealers, probably whoring herself out for the drugs. And all of that was more important than her child, her family.”
I placed the tiny joint into the ashtray on the table and pulled Sydney’s chair closer to mine.
“I’m sure there was more to the story than that, but I’m not rationalizing your mother’s choices.
I’m just saying we never know all the details, the inner dialogue, the emotions that cause people to make bad decisions. ”
“I never thought of it that way. I guess I always looked at it from my position. I never thought about hers,” Sydney admitted and leaned her head against my arm.
We didn’t speak for a while, and that was okay.
I could tell she was lost in thought, and I would give her space to think.
But I wouldn’t let her compare herself to her mother.
That woman abandoned her child, forcing her brother to raise her, and the last act of her life was sending Rooster to Sydney’s doorsteps.
Even though I never met her, I didn’t have any love loss for her mother, and I wasn’t sad she was dead.
When my phone showed six-forty-five, I nudged Sydney, and she sat up, looking at me. “We need to get showered, darlin’.”
Sydney went to stand, but I grabbed hold of her forearm, stopping her movements. She looked at me, and I said, “No matter what, I want you to know how much I love you.”
Her green eyes glistened as she replied, “I love you too, Caleb.”
The fear of her turning me down flew away as I stood and pulled her from her chair.
Slamming my mouth to hers, she groaned into the kiss as our tongues battled.
Her hands began to roam, and as much as I’d love to fuck her in the morning sunlight, I wouldn’t risk someone seeing her naked.
Her beauty was for my eyes alone, so with great reluctance, I pulled back from the kiss.
She bit into her bottom lip as I tugged her behind me, making her practically run as we went from the bedroom to the attached bathroom and straight to the walk-in shower in our bedroom.
It was a race to see who could get dressed faster and as we stepped under the warm spray of water, I felt my cock lurch as Sydney lowered to her knees.
Her small hand reached out and grasped my cock firmly, and I nearly buckled in front of her. Looking down, I saw her lift her eyes to me as she opened her mouth, drawing my shaft between her lips. My hand instinctively went to her wet hair as she began to bob and stroke my shaft.
“Fuck, darlin’,” I moaned as she took my cock farther into her mouth.
The feeling of hitting the back of her throat was nearly enough for me to come in her mouth, but I focused on the sensation, hoping the tingles in my spine subsided before I finished too quickly.
The warm water cascaded over us as I let my head lull back and my eyes close.
Her hot, wet mouth was wrapped tightly as her hand moved in tandem, drawing me closer to my finish.
“I’m going to come,” I warned, trying to get her to stop so I could fuck her.
She increased her suction and gripped me tighter as she moved faster, sucking me deeper into her throat. This wasn’t how I wanted this to go, but she seemed hellbent on getting me to come, so I began to flex my hips as my orgasm drew closer to the surface.
“That’s it. Don’t stop,” I urged, and she stroked me faster as I groaned. “Sydney.”
The orgasm was strong, and I had to hold onto the wall as she hummed around my pulsing shaft.
Looking down through cracked eyes, I saw her looking up at me, and when our eyes locked, she pulled off my shaft and swallowed my release.
Licking her lips, she continued to gently stroke the shaft until I began to go limp.
Sydney pushed off the floor, and I pulled her to me, kissing her and tasting my orgasm on her tongue.
If she kisses me after I go down on her, it’s only right I kiss her after I finish.
The taste wasn’t unpleasant, and when we pulled away from each other, I gently brushed my thumb over her wet cheek.
“How did I get so lucky to find you?” I asked.