Page 19 of Ripper’s Property (Savage Knights MC: NW Chapter #4)

Ripper

I strip her out of the blood-soaked clothes and the guilt and shame twists tighter and tighter in my gut.

Seeing the gun pointed at her nearly did me in.

It took ten years off my life. Fuck. I can’t imagine if I’d been even a few minutes later.

Raid was with her, but I saw it in his eyes.

The fear. It rocked me so hard. Watching her tremble.

The tears streaming down her cheeks. Never again. I’ll never leave her ever again.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” I grip her cheeks, feeling my eyes burn as I look at her pretty face. She’s my sweet angel. “Don’t know what I would’ve done if anything had happened to you.”

“You need to stop apologizing, Rip. None of this is your fault. And you saved me.” She reaches up, cupping her small hands around my jaw. Her touch so gentle and soft. “You were there. And you protected me.”

By the skin of my teeth and the grace of God.

“I just should’ve waited.” I should’ve waited until King was back.

Leaving her with half of our men wasn’t enough.

Not when they were busy dealing with Montoya’s men trying to sneak onto the property by foot.

Stupid shits thought that by spreading out, they’d get by us. The only one who got by was Cherry.

“Please stop, Rip. Please don’t blame yourself.

You’ve sacrificed so much for me. Gave up sixteen years of your life to be my bodyguard.

And today, you took out the man who’s been hunting me down.

You saved my life, and I’m so grateful. So, please don’t punish yourself for what those monsters did. You’re my hero.”

Those sweet words on her lips melts the muscle inside my chest. She is a princess.

My little sweetheart who has owned my heart since the day her father handed her to me and told me to keep her safe while he went to deal with his wife and the dealer who destroyed their world.

I don’t feel like I have sacrificed anything. I feel lucky.

“I need to get you clean, baby.” I can’t stand seeing her in that bitch’s blood. I should’ve taken Cherry out the day we ran into her at the club. Then none of this would’ve happened. She’s gone now. And as soon as King gets back, Montoya will be gone too.

She steps into the shower and tips her head back, letting the blood run off her.

“Keep your eyes closed, babe.” I don’t want her to see the brown stream as it swirls down the drain. The bits of Cherry’s flesh. I rinse her off then take the soap and scrub her down. Then I rinse her again and wash her again. “Now, turn so I can wash your hair.”

Her body melts against me as I run my fingers through her hair, scrubbing her scalp, massaging the shampoo in.

“A girl could get used to this.”

If the circumstances were different, I’d make it even better. But it’s not the time for sex. I want to get her dry and climb into her bed and hold her. I need her close. The guys can fuck themselves. If they want to rat me out to King, so be it, but there’s no way I’m letting her out of my sight.

“I love you, baby.”

She turns her head, looking up at me with a cute little smile, taking my breath right away. “I love you too, honey.”

Those words calm the madness that’s been running through my veins since the moment Hawk alerted me to the fact that something was wrong. It was like my life flashed before my eyes. My worst nightmare unfolding.

“You motherfucking bastard!”

I’m jolted from my sleep at the sound of King’s voice, opening my eyes to find myself staring down the barrel of a gun. I know this isn’t a nightmare that I’m having; this is real life, and King wants me dead.

“You put my daughter’s life at risk and almost got her killed.”

I don’t understand how the hell he got here so fast. I would’ve locked her door if I knew he was coming home. Shit.

“Daddy! Stop!” My girl sits up and shields me with her small frame.

“I’m not going to stop, Rory.” He turns his glare on his daughter. “He needs to pay for his crimes.”

“No!” she shouts, climbing onto my lap and wrapping herself around me. “You are not going to kill the man who saved my life. Now, put your gun down.”

“This isn’t for you to decide,” he seethes. “Now, move, Rory.”

“No! If you kill him, you kill me. I’m not going to live in a world without him.

” Her words land hard, overwhelming my old ticker that’s now pounding hard in my chest. “Now, lower your gun and thank the man who not only saved my life, but has sacrificed everything to guard me these last sixteen years. You owe him your gratitude, not your anger.”

His shoulders drop ever so slightly. I can see the war raging in his mind.

I don’t blame him. If it were me and my daughter, I’d be battling the same demons.

Wanting him dead for nearly getting her killed but being grateful for protecting her.

I’m battling those demons myself, knowing I should never have left her.

“I’m sorry I left her, King. I know I was supposed to wait until you and the guys returned, but I had a good lead and wanted to end him once and for all.

Didn’t realize it would all get shot to shit.

Believe me when I tell you that I will forever live with that regret and will never take a chance again. ”

His gun lowers to his side. His jaw still clenched as he shakes his head. “I couldn’t survive without my little girl.” He looks at her. “She’s my whole goddam world.”

I know exactly how he feels.

“Mine too, King. My life flashed before my eyes when I saw the gun pointed on her, but I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.

” I can say that now, but at the time, I was scared shitless.

Thankfully, Raid knew exactly how to get her to bend her head so I could get a clear shot and take Cherry out.

“I guess she’s right about me owing you my gratitude.

” He steps forward and holds out his hand.

I shake it, feeling his tight grip, knowing he’s still raging mad over my actions.

“But there’s still a matter of you breaking our agreement.

” His hold on me tightens before he finally releases me.

“I was pretty damn clear about you not touching her until I returned and knew where she stood on her feelings for you.”

“I didn’t want to be alone, Dad. After what happened, I asked Rip to stay with me.”

Rory’s sweet for trying to cover for me, but I need to own my shit. I’ve fucked up and I need to make amends.

“I’m in love with her, King. And yeah, I didn’t hold up to my end of the deal.

I betrayed you and I’m damn sorry. It’s just so fucking hard telling this girl no.

” I look to my pretty princess who’s still shielding me like armor.

She’s gonna make the best old lady. Brave enough to stand up to her father.

After everything that happened last night, she never crumbled or broke down.

She snuggled into me and slept soundly. Me…

I was having nightmares, picturing myself getting there too late, watching her die right before my eyes. Fuck. Never again.

“Yeah.” He nods. “I know how damn hard it is sayin’ no to her.

I’m not pleased that I have to question your word now, but I understand why you did it.

I know you love her. And it’s clear to me that she’s chosen you, so I will keep to my word.

But you better guard her with your life, because if you fuck up again, I won’t be showing mercy. ”

I have no intention of making the same mistake twice.

Rory squeals like a happy girl, climbing off me and rushing to him. She wraps her little body around his waist and gives him a hug. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much.” He hugs her close, looking like he just lost ten years off his life too. “And I do choose him.”

He shakes his head. “Figured as much as you were trying to take a bullet for him.” She pulls back, smiling, then turns her pretty eyes on me.

“I will always protect my man.”

If I wasn’t already head over heels for her, I’d be falling in love with her right now.

“I take it our prisoner is still breathing?” He looks to me.

As much as I wanted to end Montoya’s life, I knew King needed to be the one to handle him. After all, it’s his wife who was stolen by the bastard. If anyone stole my girl, the love of my life, I’d want to be the one to watch him take his last breath.

“Yep. He’s in the cell.”

“I’m gonna go deal with him.” He cracks his neck. “I’ll be calling church this afternoon so make sure you’re there.”

I nod. I’ll be there. Today, I’m making my official claim. I’ll also be letting the guys know they need a tux for my girl’s prom.

He heads out and as soon as the door shuts, she turns a sly little smile on me.

“Looks like you’re allowed to touch me now.”

My eyes roll down her body. Even in an oversized sweatshirt and flannel pajama pants, she’s sexy as hell.

“You need to get over here, baby.” My tongue swipes across my bottom lip, salivating for a taste of her. She saunters over nice and slow, then stops at the end of the bed, waiting for my next command. “Take those pants off, babe. I need to see that pretty little pussy.”

I kept my hands to myself last night. Both of us just needed to be close. But now, with the way she’s looking at me, I’m gonna take my fill.

Her pants drop to the floor and there it is.

That bare little cunt. All pink and swollen.

Her little clit already plump with need.

She reaches for her sweatshirt and pulls it over her head, discarding it with her pants.

God, she’s got the best set of tits. I know her ripeness is due to her young age, and that probably makes me an old perve, but fuck if I care.

No young kid would ever be able to give her what she needs.

With age, comes experience and knowledge, and I intend to use everything I’ve learned to make her body purr.

I sit up and crawl forward, kneeling before her, face to face with my beautiful girl. “You’re mine now, babe. Ain’t no one standing in our way.”

She steps forward. “So, what are you going to do with me?”

I grip the base of her neck and tug her forward, showing her exactly what I intend to do. I drop my head down and kiss her until she’s panting. Only pulling back when I feel her struggling to catch her breath.

“You ready to go for a ride, baby?” I reach my hand between her legs and rub my thumb against her clit, nice and soft, teasing her with my touch.

I’m not going to have sex with her yet. Don’t want the guys to hear her during her first time.

But I am going to make her ride my tongue.

And when my name shouts from her lips, they’ll know who she belongs to.

I scoot back on the bed. “You’re going to saddle up and straddle my face, take my tongue for a ride.”

The tremble in her frame makes my dick jolt.

I love how fucking innocent she is. How fucking wanton.

I bet she’s already dripping for me. I lie back, eager for a taste, and feel the bed dip from her weight.

She crawls forward and climbs on up, getting in position.

I have the perfect view. Her perky tits hanging full.

Dark cherry peaks all tight and standing stiff.

Her smooth stomach. And then…there it is, the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Glistening and ready for me.

I lift my head, taking a swipe through her folds, tasting her sweet honey.

She lets out a moan, rocking unsteadily like the weight of her pleasure is making her dizzy.

I grip onto her hips, holding her steady, and then do it again.

Licking over her swollen nub. Around and around, and then back down through her folds.

She finally drops down into the seat of her pleasure and gives herself over to me, and I take her for one hell of a ride.

Licking, sucking, and nibbling on every inch.

Winding her up tighter and tighter. When I feel her getting closer, I run my tongue down to her entrance and push myself in.

It’s time for her to take the wheel and ride out her orgasm.

She’s quick on the clutch, getting right in gear, and then, she’s taking off.

Thrusting against my mouth, grinding her pussy down on my chin and lips, rubbing herself straight into her orgasm.

And when it peaks, she moans my name loud and clear, and I know that every brother in this place has heard her stake her claim.

She wants me, has chosen me, and there’s not a damn thing they can do about it.