Page 14 of Ripper’s Property (Savage Knights MC: NW Chapter #4)

Rory

I can’t remember the last time I woke up with a smile on my face. I don’t think that’s happened since the night the guys took me from my home and brought me here. But this morning, I woke up feeling light, happy, and so freaking good.

I finish drying off then toss my towel into the hamper.

Today, I’m going to wear the black bodysuit with the plaid red skirt I got yesterday.

I saw it in Ripper’s eyes when I tried it on.

It was the same look he gave me last night when I stripped my top off.

His eyes staring at my bra. Hungry and dark.

Desperate to put his hands on me. I want him to put his mouth on me again.

The pleasure was so intense, it took everything out of me.

I fell right asleep as soon as he left my room.

And it was the soundest sleep I’ve had in years.

I put a little makeup on and then make my way out of my room, running into Raid who’s at his usual post, waiting for me. Reading the news on his phone.

“Morning, princess.” Raid smiles as soon as he sees me. His eyes slide over my outfit but don’t linger too long. He’s never looked at me as anything other than family, and I love him for that. “You sure do look pretty today.”

“Thank you.” I feel pretty too. I love all the new clothes I got. For once, I’m not trying to fit into something I bought online. I used to envy the sweetbutts for their cute clothes, but now I think my wardrobe is better.

“Do you want some breakfast? Rip’s cookin’ up your favorite.”

He is ? That makes me smile. Can’t remember the last time I saw Ripper cook.

But when I walk into the kitchen, there he stands, hovering over the stove, making French toast. God, he’s so freaking sexy.

He’s wearing a white T-shirt and worn-out jeans, his go-to outfit, but it still has its effect on me every time I see him.

“Wow, that smells good,” I practically groan as I smell the vanilla and syrup in the air.

He turns at the sound of my voice, smiling big. I actually can’t recall a time I’ve ever seen him look so carefree. His stare travels down my body, ever so slowly, and those eyes grow even darker. Heating every place they touch. It’s the reaction I was aiming for.

“You hungry, babe?” His voice is gruffer than usual, nostrils flared.

“Very,” I answer, and my voice almost sounds like a purr.

He turns and makes me a plate, and I take my seat at the table, realizing there are a lot of eyes staring at me.

Thankfully, Raid cuts the awkward silence, talking about how they have church after breakfast. Which means I’ll be in my room for the afternoon.

I always have to stay close when they handle their business.

Maybe I’ll paint my nails to match my outfit.

“Here you go, babe. There’s plenty more if you want.”

“Thanks.”

And now all the eyes are on him. They aren’t used to him being so domestic. Neither am I.

I take a bite, moaning as the flavor hits my tongue. The girls usually do the cooking, and I have to say, they can’t make French toast anywhere near as well. I devour my plate, practically licking it clean. Cage puts a cup of coffee down in front of me and smiles.

“I’ve never seen you eat that much, Rory.”

I sit back and pat my belly. “It was so delicious.” I look over at Ripper, and he gives me a wink. And now my belly isn’t just full, but it’s twisting up with a hunger for something different.

“Glad you liked it, doll. You want more?”

I want more of what he gave me last night. More of his tongue. More of his lips. More of those sexy growls. His nostrils flare again, and it snaps me out of my thoughts. The guys are all watching me, and I still haven’t answered Rip’s question.

“No thanks. I’m good. Thank you for breakfast.”

I stand and take my plate to the sink, rolling up my sleeves to wash the dishes.

“God, I want to lick the syrup off your tongue.” His whisper hits my ear as his chest hits my back.

“I’ll do the dishes, princess,” he says loud enough for the others to hear.

“Why don’t you run along, and as soon as we’re done with church, I’ll come get you?

” I nod, rinsing off my hands, and another whisper hits my ear.

“You need to behave, little girl. You’re gonna get me in trouble with the men. ”

I heed his warning and run along, needing to catch my breath. Forget about painting my nails. I’m going for a walk down to the lake.

“Thought I’d find you out here.”

His deep voice has me glancing back over my shoulder. I guess church got out early today. It’s only been an hour.

“You guys got done fast.”

“I had more important things that needed my attention.” He smirks and my body is met with heat, like desire just came in on the breeze and warmed me over. “So, I’m all yours now, princess. What do you want to do with me?” So many things. All of them forbidden.

“All the things I want aren’t allowed.”

His grumble is just like a muffler: sexy and rough.

“Guys are watching me like a hawk after our little display this morning. Got a few warnings during church, so locking you in your room is out of the question. I shouldn’t even be down here alone with you or someone’s liable to tell your dad.”

The last thing I want is to get him into trouble.

“We can go back up, if you want. Hey! I have an idea. Will you teach me how to ride a motorcycle?”

His eyes narrow in like I’ve said something wrong.

“You’re going to be on the back of my bike, babe. That’s where my old lady belongs.”

“I still want to learn. There’s something thrilling about it, and I just want feel what it’s like.”

He lifts me off the ground, scooping me up into his arms. “It is thrilling. But not as thrilling as the feeling of you coming apart on my tongue. That was the most thrilling moment of my life.” And now my body is trembling.

“Shit. Come on.” He places me back down and takes my hand.

“I’m going to get myself into trouble if we stay out here any longer. You’ve got that look in your eyes.”

I can’t exactly help it. He’s the one who started it.

“Okay.” He stops at his big silver chopper and climbs on. “Come and sit in front of me, and I’ll give you a lesson of where everything is.”

I struggle to get onto the huge hunk of metal, but he helps, putting me right up on his lap. He starts pointing out the clutch and brake, but all I can focus on is his huge clutch that’s between my legs. He’s long and hard, and bigger than I expected.

“Are you listening, babe?”

I snap out of my trance, shaking my head. “Sorry, I…um…” I was too distracted by his massive cock, and I missed everything he said. “Can you go over everything again?”

His mouth is at my ear and a shiver runs down my spine.

“I can feel how soaked you are. Put your hands on the handlebars, babe.” I reach for the big chrome bars, and he starts the engine.

The rumble rolls right through me. The vibration only making matters worse.

He shifts beneath me, and I suddenly feel his hand between my legs.

His fingers sliding under my bodysuit, teasing around my entrance. Making me desperate for more.

He presses in, two fingers pushing into my center, and I almost come.

“It’s time to go for a ride, princess.” He starts to pump into me, and I grip the bars tighter, leaning forward.

My pelvis is pressed on the leather saddle and I can feel the vibrations against my clit while his fingers stay rooted inside my body.

I begin to rock in the seat, his fingers sliding in and out with every thrust. My eyes dart around, but no one’s nearby. Thankfully.

“Pick up the speed, babe. You’re on an open highway. No one’s stopping you. The police aren’t around to arrest my ass, so go as fast as you want.”

I thrust faster. Grind down harder. Practically bouncing on the seat.

And I feel it building. It’s like I’m going a hundred miles an hour up a mountain, winding up and up to the peak.

Then I get to the top and the feeling is insane.

An exhilarating intensity rushes through me, and I ride it out, biting back my scream as my entire body gets blasted with the heat.

My pace starts to slow as I wind my way back down, coming back to base camp, feeling my pulse start to settle. The adrenaline start to calm.

I slump back against him and he slips out of me, sliding his fingers up to my clit and rubbing out all the little shocks.

“Did you like the thrill of the ride, babe?”

I nod, almost too exhausted to speak. “So much.”

“Just wait until my dick is inside you. I’ll give you the ride of your life.”

I can only imagine. And I can’t wait.