Page 4 of Scorpion (Riders of Retribution #4)

Lilah

I’ve never had a crush before Scorpion. I mean, I’ve definitely thought that I’ve had crushes before, but none of them compare to this.

The boy I had my first and only kiss with behind the bleachers at a football game was nothing more than an average-looking placeholder.

He didn’t make my heart pound the way that Scorpion does.

As I follow his figure through the streets of Rio Lunas to his place, I try to pinpoint exactly why I kissed him in the parking lot. I mean, I’m into him, so maybe it’s that. But I’ve never been that forward before.

I don’t know for sure if he feels the same or if he’s just going along with me since he was asked by my brother and the MC. I mean… he did ask me to come home with him, but he genuinely might just be making sure that I’m safe.

Even if he doesn’t feel the same way, the fact that he’s going above and beyond to keep me protected from the guy that’s been harassing me at work for months is attractive. It only makes me want him more.

When we get to his house, I climb out of my car as Scorpion dismounts his bike.

He looks back at me after he takes off his helmet, giving me a smile that makes me weak in the knees.

There’s a pulse of arousal between my legs, and I realize that my desire for him runs even deeper than I initially thought it does.

“Sorry if the house is a mess,” he says as he walks me up to his front door. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I say, watching him unlock the door. “I can’t say my place is perfectly clean.”

“You live alone?” he asks. “That doesn’t seem safe. Not with that creep at your job.”

“I know,” I say, walking into the house behind him. “I do have some cameras on the way. And Throttle installed a second deadbolt on the door too.”

“Well,” Scorpion mutters, his voice low as he closes the door and presses me against the wall, “you’re welcome to come here anytime.

” His lips press against mine, and I gasp into his mouth.

Before I can respond, he pulls back saying, “I’ll keep you safe.

” Another kiss that leaves me breathless. “From anything.”

“Please,” I whimper against his mouth.

That’s all I have to say to get him moving again.

When his mouth is back on mine, I feel like I’ve finally found the place where I belong.

He makes me feel safe, secure, and wanted.

It warms me from the inside. I’ve been so used to Dan’s behavior that I didn’t know a man could treat me this well.

Scorpion sees me as a person, as someone with their own autonomy.

He doesn’t have to say it, but I can tell that he cares about me in a different way, a more affectionate and empowering way.

As if sensing my thoughts drifting from him, Scorpion kisses me more intensely. He licks into my mouth, opening me up to him. I let him tilt my head back to get better access, and I wrap my arms around his neck, pressing my body even firmer against his front.

There’s something pressing against me from between his thighs, and I know he’s just as into this as I am. He keeps his hips still, though. It’s like he’s trying to keep from pushing me into something I don’t want.

I want him more. I want all of him. I don’t even know what that entails. We’ve already done more than I already have experience with. This is uncharted territory, and Scorpion’s the only one I trust to lead me through it.

His touch starts to get firmer, and I find myself leaning into each place that his hands settle. I’m needy in a way that I can’t quite explain. It’s overwhelming. Scorpion is overwhelming. I don’t want it to stop, though.

God, I don’t want it to stop.

Experimentally, I press against his hardness. I’m rewarded by being picked up and spun around. I squeak into his mouth, tightening my hold on him. Even as he starts moving, I don’t stop kissing him. He doesn’t stop, either. It’s like nothing can put an end to our connection.

The next thing I know, I’m being deposited with care onto a soft mattress. Then, the kissing stops. I whine, my body leaning forward on instinct, chasing the contact.

I open my eyes after a beat, needing to know what happened. The sight that greets me takes away the tiny bit of air that was left in my lungs. His face takes up my entire field of vision, and his pupils are so blown with lust that I can’t make out the brown of his irises.

Things are progressing. Things will go as far as I let them. There’s something that I need to tell him before they do, though. Something that I’m worried will make him run in the other direction.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurt, my face flaming at the admission and at my complete lack of tact.

I guess that comes with the territory, though.

“That doesn’t bother me,” he says, leaning in to kiss me again. When he pulls back, something flashes across his face. Then, he asks, “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” I say quickly. “God, no.”

He smiles then, toothy and proud. In a deep voice, he murmurs, “Then I’ll take good care of you.”

That’s all the warning I get before he’s kissing me again. This time, his hands go to the waistband of my slacks. When he gets them undone, I lift my hips, whimpering when I realize that he takes my panties along with them.

As he slides away from my mouth, he yanks at my blouse. I get with the program and help him remove it, pulling my bra over my head too. When he looks down at me, I nearly wither away, wondering if I’ve done something wrong.

“Fucking beautiful,” he breathes before I’m able to cover myself up or apologize.

I think that he’s going to put his mouth on one of my nipples, but instead he engulfs both of my breasts in his strong palms. As he massages them sensually, he plants kisses on my stomach, drifting down to the top of my thighs. Between my legs, my pussy aches for attention.

Still, he makes me wait. As he plays with my nipples, he kisses the inside of my thighs. The anticipation for what’s to come just heightens. I’m not stupid. I know where this is going, and I can’t wait.

“More,” I moan, unable to keep myself from begging. I break pathetically quickly, but when I look down at Scorpion between my legs, I can’t be too upset with myself.

“Is that what you want?” he asks, sliding his hands down my side and sending shivers through my entire being. “You want me to eat out your sweet little pussy?”

“Please,” I say, too turned on to be embarrassed by the way that my hips push forward toward his mouth.

Scorpion flashes me a smirk before he dives in. With a teasing lick through my folds, he introduces me to a world of pleasure I haven’t experienced before. A noise escapes my lips, and I feel him smiling between my thighs.

The teasing carries on for so long that I think I’m going to explode. Then, his tongue gets even more insistent. And, in addition to his mouth, he brings his fingers into the mix, playing with my opening.

“Scorpion,” I whimper, grasping the sheets so hard that my knuckles start to hurt. “That’s–”

I can’t articulate myself. I don’t think I have to, though. He takes my writhing and whimpering in stride, giving me exactly what I want without me having to say anything coherent. His fingers slide inside me, adding to the pleasure I’m experiencing.

Just when I think things can’t get any better, he closes his mouth completely over my clit.

As he flicks his tongue over the bundle of nerves, I feel like I’m going to die in the best way.

My chest heaves, my muscles tense up, my brain goes completely blank.

I become a being of sensations, all of them stemming from Scorpion’s attention.

It isn’t until the sound of my voice penetrates my own ears that I realize I’m cumming, hard.

There is no breath in my lungs, and it’s like something delightful is exploding inside of my brain.

Through it all, the entire toe-curling experience, Scorpion’s touch never strays.

He works me over, making me feel like I’m ascending.

Eventually, the stimulation is too much and I have to push him away. He acts like he can’t stand the thought of stopping, but eventually he relents. And, when he looks at me, I think that I might have actually died because the image in front of me is unreal.

Scorpion’s chin is shining with my slick, and he’s looking at me like he’s ready to devour me. His eyes track every movement of my chest, and his fingertips are rubbing gentle circles into the meat of my thighs. He’s something out of a filthy dream.

I need to kiss him now.

With shaky hands, I grab onto his wrists and urge him up.

He goes easily, making a beeline for my lips, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

He stops above me for a split second, his gaze heavy on my face like he’s trying to memorize all of my features.

Then, he bends down and gives me what I want.

I taste myself on his tongue, and even though I think I should be grossed out, it brings another pang of pleasure. He licks into my mouth, pushing his tongue against mine. Then, with a groan he pulls away and asks, “Can I make you feel even better?”

I can’t say no, even if I wanted to.