Page 24 of Stripping Keys (Devil’s Riot MC Tennessee #6)

CHAPTER NINETEEN

KEYS

“Kyan,” Marla screams my name, her release triggering mine.

“Fuck yeah, baby,” I groan, thrusting inside her one last time and coming.

Staring at her tied to my bed, I love the sight of her like this.

When we’d gotten back to the clubhouse, I ignored everyone else and dragged her straight to my room.

The two of us showered, and I’d taken her in the shower to take the edge off.

Afterward, I restrained her to my bed where I spent hours tormenting her.

Teaching her the lesson in what happens when she doesn’t listen to me.

I’d never hurt Marla, but that doesn’t mean I won’t teach her a lesson. All of them would end with her finally getting what we both want, but I’d keep her from having an orgasm until I was ready for her to have it.

With Marla still restrained to the bed, I pull out of her, my cock still hard. I could go again. However, I intended to find out if she had learned her lesson yet.

“You gonna leave the clubhouse again when you’re supposed to be staying?”

Marla blinks at me and smiles mischievously. “Only if it’s for something important.”

Narrowing my eyes to slits, I glare down at her. “Something important? What you need to do is talk to me first. You don’t go out by yourself.”

“I wasn’t by myself,” she says, losing that look of just having a satisfying orgasm, and glares right back. “I knew you’d come and back me up.”

“Anything could have happened to you before we caught up with you.”

I didn’t like the idea. The sight of that bastard with his hand around her throat still filled my head.

I’d slit the man’s throat before he could kill her.

She’d been out of ammo, and I knew it. I saw the look in her eyes when she tried and realized.

It didn’t matter that she had a knife strapped to her thigh.

He was squeezing her throat. There was a slight bruise where his hand had once been.

“How about I will do my best not to do anything spontaneous?” she suggests when she sees my eyes drop to her neck. She knew the bruise was there. I’m sure she feels it.

“Fine,” I agree, but I wasn’t going to let there come a time she has to do that.

With that group out of the way, we should be good. We killed them all. The fire took care of all the evidence. There wouldn’t be any blowback on us for it either.

Marla had connected the explosive to a gas line. Calyx’s men stayed behind to make sure that anything that was left after the fire died down was taken care of.

It’s a good thing those men were on our side and not against us.

“Are you going to untie me now?” Marla’s question pulls me from my thoughts, and I grin down at her.

“Nope,” I tell her and climb back over her. “I’m not done with you just yet.”

“You’re not?”

Marla looks up with a question in her eyes.

“Nope.” I slide back inside her and settle in, feeling her pussy convulse around me. Fuck, I love the feel of her around me. “I’m nowhere near done with you, Marla. I don’t think I’ll ever be.”

“I don’t want you to be,” she breaths.

“Yeah.”

Leaning down, I kiss her and start moving inside her, enjoying the feel of her pussy wrapped around me. There was nothing better than having her take me.

I keep my movements slow. It felt good, and I wasn’t in any hurry. Marla was right where I wanted her.

“You know that question you asked me before?”

“Yes?” she whimpers, struggling to move against me.

“We’re going to have them.”

“We are?”

Grinning down at her, I nod. “Yeah, baby, we’re gonna have them and we’re gonna do it soon. My ring is gonna go on your finger. You’re gonna marry me. And we’re gonna have as many kids as we can have.”

I thought dread might sink in, but it doesn’t. I’m actually looking forward to it.

Dipping my head down, I reclaim her lips and start fucking her as I need to. The idea of knocking her up fills me with anticipation.

Life was gonna be good. Not just for her, but for both of us.

The two of us finally came out of my room in search of food and to see everyone. Mostly, we came out because her parents were here and demanding to see her, according to West, who banged on my door fifteen minutes ago and wouldn’t go away.

I hadn’t been ready to let her up, but I had a lifetime of being able to do all the things I want to do to her.

In the main room of the clubhouse, I spot Marshall, West, Marley, Griz, and Marla’s parents all sitting at a table with Grandma Ryan. She insisted I call her that.

I never had a grandma, and she claimed me as one of her grandkids. Made sense since I intended to marry her granddaughter.

“Park it,” Grandma Ryan snaps, glaring at the two of us as we get to the table.

“What’s going on?” Marla demands, sitting in the chair I pull out for her.

“What’s going on is, I’m not losing my granddaughter to her dumbfoundedness.”

I blink at the older woman.

West snorts.

Marley and Marshall both stare at the woman like she’s grown two heads.

Marla tenses next to me. “I’m not dumbfounded.”

“No, you just do things that can get you killed,” Grandma Ryan snaps and points a finger at Marla’s neck. “I see the bruises.”

“Grandma, it’s fine.” Marley surprises me by coming to Marla’s defense. “It’s over and we’re all safe and sound.”

“You got nothing else to worry about,” Griz grunts.

Michael zeros a look in on Marla, then me. “You let my daughter go into danger.”

“No,” I tell him and drape my arm across the back of Marla’s chair.

“I had your daughter’s back while she helped the club.

The threat was taken care of with minimal injuries.

We didn’t lose anyone else to these bastards, and it’s all because of your daughter’s plan.

Thanks to her, Marley and her child are safe, Meadow and hers are safe.

The kids are all safe. The ol’ ladies are safe. The club is safe. ”

I wasn’t about to let them hurt Marla.

“Dad, you need to calm down,” Marshall says. “We might not like it, but it doesn’t matter. Just be glad it’s over and drop it.”

“Yeah, if I didn’t think Marla’s plan would work, I wouldn’t have helped her,” Marley states, giving her sister a smile.

Finally, Anna places a hand on her husband’s and smiles. “It’s over. We can drop it and be grateful it’s done. My children are all getting along on this, so leave it be, Michael.”

Grandma Ryan points a finger at all of us and huffs.

“No cookies for you all for a month.” She then points a finger at Marshall, West, Griz, and me.

“As for you four, I expect you at my house tomorrow morning. My gutters need to be taken care of, and I’ve got some things out at the barn that need handling. Be there bright and early.”

The four of us all look at her for a moment, then at each other. I give them a shrug and turn to her. “We’ll be there.”

“Good, now, let’s order dinner, I’m starving.” The old woman leans back in her seat, and the conversation about what Marla did was over. Talk switched to dinner and what everyone wanted.

The only thing left to deal with was West. Or maybe not, considering it was done and over with. It didn’t matter. If he tried, I’d tell him to drop it. My woman knew the score if something were to happen again.

Leaning back in my seat, my woman in my arms, I couldn’t help feeling better than I ever have before. There’s been a lot in my life I thought I’d never have, her being one of them.

Stripping away the past, it’s given me one hell of a future. One that I get to have with the woman who I’ve wanted since the first time I heard her voice. The past would no longer be a part of me or her. It’s not needed. It doesn’t exist for either of us.

Marla had my heart, and I had hers. It didn’t matter if words were spoken or not. We both knew the truth. Actions always speak louder than any simple three-word sentence ever could.