Page 10 of Ruger (Riders of Retribution #2)

Marigold

Ruger’s gone for a long time. A suspiciously long time. Anxiety twists painfully in my gut with each passing minute. I have no idea where we are or what it is that he needed to check out so urgently, but I’m aware that it can’t be good if he told me to stay here.

No matter how badly I want to go and check that he’s okay, I stay put.

I curse myself for dropping my phone instead of putting it in my pocket.

At some point, I’m going to have to start coming up with a plan for what I’ll do if he doesn’t come back.

I’m fairly certain that the keys are still in the ignition of this van, so if all else fails, I’ll drive back to Rio Lunas.

If I go to the MC’s clubhouse, someone there will know what to do.

I shift slightly, stretching my legs out as I strain my ears for any sign of what’s going on outside. That’s when I hear a low rumble in the distance. I’m not sure what it is at first, and my anxiety only spikes higher. Then, I recognize it.

Motorcycles.

There’s a part of me, a pessimistic part that awakened when I had a bag put over my head and was bound and thrown into the back of a van, that worries that it’s the Apex Runners. That part of me is small, though. In my heart, I know that it’s the Riders of Retribution.

Whatever is going on at this location was bad enough that Ruger called for backup.

I shiver as I think of what it could be. Whatever it is… well, I was being taken there. It can’t be anything good.

Somehow that thought makes me doubt the arrival of help.

Maybe there isn’t help coming. Maybe Ruger triggered something that alerted the Apex Runners, and now we’re both in trouble.

My breaths start coming in fast, but before my anxiety can turn into a full-blown panic attack, the back of the van opens again, and Ruger’s standing there.

“Hey, everything’s okay,” he says as he climbs in and rushes over to me. He gathers me in his arms and carries me out of the van. “It’s just the guys from the MC here to help clean everything up. Don’t look; keep your head tucked into my neck.”

I know that he’s shielding me from those gunshots I heard when he first got here. Still, I listen and do as he says. With me tucked up against his chest, he navigates us to his bike.

“I found something, and I called in the rest of the guys to take care of it,” he says as he puts me down, still angling my body so that I can’t see the carnage. As he hands me a helmet,, he asks, “Are you okay to ride? I’m taking you home.”

“Yeah,” I say as I begin to put the helmet on. “Wait, where–”

“Home is my home,” he says. “Actually, that’s not right. It’s our home.”

My heart soars, and I nod. Then, I get on the back of his bike after him, holding on tight as the engine roars to life and he takes off.

I lose myself in the feeling of his strong back pressed against my chest. In fact, I’m so wrapped up in the comfort that he brings me that the ride back to his place seems to fly by.

I’m not ready to learn what Ruger found there. That’ll come in due time. For now, I’m safe and with the man I love.

And, god. The man I love is so protective of me that it makes my body warm and tingly all over.

I hop off the bike, and Ruger follows. We both yank our helmets off. Then, he takes my hand and pulls me inside.

As soon as the front door closes, his mouth is on mine. I melt into the contact, wrapping my arms around his neck and sighing in contentment. He growls, pushing in even closer. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, and I feel the same.

I can’t get enough of him.

“You’re mine,” he rasps when he pulls away, his gaze like fire on my face. “You’re mine to protect. You’re mine to take care of. You’re mine to love.”

“I’m yours,” I reply desperately. “I love you. Ruger, I love you.”

“Fuck, I love you too,” he says, smashing our mouths together once again.

Neither of us make any attempts to conceal our hunger. His house is filled with the sounds of our desperate breathing and our lips smacking together. I lean into the places where his hands roam. I let my own hand drift up to the back of his head, feeling his short hair beneath my fingertips.

The kisses we exchange get more heated, and his hands become even more insistent. He goes for the button of my jeans, undoing it without breaking our kiss. I kick off my shoes as he begins to pull the denim down my legs.

My panties come next, and as they slide down between my thighs, I realize just how wet I am. I want Ruger so badly. The evidence is shocking even to myself.

“Your shirt,” he says, pulling away from me once again. “Let me get rid of it. Now .”

There’s no arguing with that tone. I help him get rid of the blouse, watching as it lands somewhere to the left of us. Then, when his surprisingly deft fingertips go to the clasp of my bra, I lean forward so he can get rid of that, too.

Once I’m standing completely bare in front of him, he takes half a step backward. A low noise comes from his throat as his eyes roam my naked form. I quiver before him, needing him to touch me, needing him to get naked too.

I need him inside me.

“Ruger, please,” I force myself to say, my voice shaking with desire. “Please.”

“Anything for you, little girl,” he replies as he starts to undress himself.

I watch with rapt attention, the pet name bouncing around my head and making me dizzy with want. This man continues to teach me new things about myself, and I can’t wait to see what else he unearths. And I think I want to follow the trail he just laid with those two words.

Ruger wastes no time in stripping down to nothing. His massive cock hangs heavy between his legs, hard and leaking for me. I have half a mind to sink to my knees and use my mouth on him, but it’s obvious that he has other plans.

With a firm hand on my shoulder, he spins me around. I stick my ass out toward him on instinct. He rewards the action with a firm squeeze to one of my cheeks.

“Every fucking part of you is beautiful, Marigold,” he praises, low and almost animalistic. My knees go weak, but he keeps me upright. “I can’t fucking wait to get my cock inside this tight pussy.”

“Please,” I moan, bracing myself against the door with my palms. “I want it. I want you. I need you.”

“Fuck,” he curses again, and I feel the thick head of his cock against my opening.

Without much preamble, he presses inside, splitting me open. I whine, the sound coming from somewhere deep in my chest. I’m so full, so satisfied with what I’m being given. And Ruger just keeps giving me more, not stopping until he’s fully sheathed in my warmth.

“So tight and wet for me,” he says, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.

A shiver runs through me, getting more intense when he nips at the lobe. I feel him smirk against my skin. Then, as he continues to give my ear and my neck attention, he starts thrusting into me slowly.

“Ruger, that’s–”

My words are cut off by the feeling of his cock drilling directly into my sweet-spot. I’m already so worked up. The beginnings of my climax start to take hold. My abdomen gets ever-warmer, and my toes start to curl.

Ruger’s cock twitches inside me in response to the way my body squeezes him tight, pulling him closer. He connects our mouths, grabbing onto my head and tilting it back toward him, licking inside and tasting every inch of me. I can only hold on tight, rolling my hips up to meet each of his thrusts.

The two of us become one. Our love only makes each movement, each touch, each kiss, more intense. He’s giving me all of himself, and I’m giving him all of me.

“Ruger, I’m–” I start, swallowing hard as a sharp wave of pleasure ricochets through me. “I’m close.”

“Then, cum for me,” Ruger says, fucking me harder as he chases his own orgasm. “Go ahead, show me. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel, Marigold.”

His words, coupled with the way that he slams into me, bring the flame inside me to a crescendo. His name falls from my lips as every nerve in my body sings for him. It’s intense, overwhelming, and exactly what I need.

Just as my orgasm starts to wane, the pleasure shrinking from a wildfire to a smolder, he joins me in the throes.

With a nip at my bottom lip, he starts to fill me up even further.

Spurt after spurt of his load enters me, and something primal in the back of my head begs for this to take, and for me to get pregnant and grow his child.

For a few minutes, the two of us stand together, swapping kisses as he begins to soften inside of me. Eventually, he pulls out, keeping his hands on me to make sure I don’t fall over. With a gentle tug, he leads me to his bedroom, tucking me into his bed and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“I hate to leave you, but I can’t just leave the rest of the MC like that,” Ruger says, stroking my cheek softly. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, and I’ll explain everything when you’re ready to hear it.”

“Okay,” I say, leaning into his touch. “I love you, Ruger.”

“I love you too, Marigold,” he says, sealing his words with a kiss before he leaves the room.

I lie there for a few minutes feeling warm and fuzzy. I know it’s going to take a lot of convincing to get my brother to approve of us, but we have some time while he’s locked up. This is what’s best for me. Ruger is what’s best for me.

I’d do everything over again, even relive this terrifying day, if it means keeping Ruger with me forever. I know that Ruger’s mine. And I’m his.