Page 52 of Viper

“That’s enough, baby girl,” Viper informs me, reaching down to stop both my hands and yank them away from my body. He pulls my fingers up to his mouth to suck on them, and the sensation shoots straight to my clit. Oh yeah, that feels good. Then he lets them go and drops down onto the bed beside me, before pointing at his hard cock and demanding, “Ride me, baby girl. I want to see all of what’s mine.”

Oh fuck, that’s hot. I quickly roll so I’m on top of him, before climbing to my knees and bracing my hand on his chest as I angle myself. But then I stop and look at him sharply. “Condom,” I order. He blinks at me, as if I’m speaking a foreign language, before he curses, and then reaches for his nightstand. But a thought occurs to me, and I bark, “Stop.” He freezes and looks at me in confusion. “Do you have any in your wallet? I don’t trust those skanks not to mess with them, and I’m not getting pregnant.”

His eyes widen, like he never even thought about it. “I think I have one in my wallet,” he tells me, and I quickly hop off and dig through his jeans and then wallet to grab the one lone condom that he does indeed have stashed away. I see some loose money and other things in there, but none of it interests me. I quickly toss it to him, waiting impatiently as he quickly opens it and sheathes himself, before I hurry to straddle him again, and grip him in my fist. He groans, watching me, as I grin at him, and then slowly lower myself down. It’s deeper with him like this, and I have to still for a moment to let my body accommodate him.

Before I can even start to move, his hand comes up and slaps my ass hard, making me jerk and my inner muscles tighten around him in reaction. “Start moving, baby girl, or I’ll be taking over,” he warns me roughly. He looks like he’s hanging on by a thread, and I’m just petty enough to do as he asks, but slowly, making him narrow his eyes at me.

I let the slow smile pull at my lips, taunting him. “How’s this, Daddy?” I purr. “Is this fast enough for you?”

“Next time, I’m going to spank your ass red, and I’m going to keep you on the edge for hours, baby girl,” he warns me, slapping my other cheek harder, making me gasp and grind down on him in reaction. “No more teasing, Eden. Ride me. Now.”

If anyone else ordered me around like that, I’d show them the error of their ways, but Viper sounds hot as shit. I brace both hands on his chest, and start to ride him, swirling my hips and getting that piercing to hit me just right. Thankfully, Viper isn’t one to leave me to do all the work as he arches his hips to meet mine, driving as deep as he can, while watching me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

It’s a heady sensation, and all of it has me barrelling toward the edge. But what has me going over? Viper as he rasps out, “You’re stunning, Eden. This gorgeous body moving over me, taking my cock so perfectly because this pussy was made for me. Made for me to fill, and only me. Because you’re mine, aren’t you, baby girl? You claimed me, and now you’re going to let me claim you, aren’t you? You’re going to let Daddy own this pussy and only he can make you feel so good, isn’t that right?”

Jesus, this whole Daddy thing is like flipping a switch. Hearing it has my stomach clenching, tightening my inner muscles around him as I start to move faster until pleasure swamps me. I cry out his name, vaguely thinking I need to be quiet so the kids don’t overhear me downstairs, but I’m so lost in him that I can’t do anything more than curl my fingers into his chest, and hold on tight as he powers into me, chasing his own release. He hisses out my name, his hands gripping my hips like a vice.

I slump forward, sprawling on to his chest, my own heaving as I try to catch my breath. Viper’s hand settles on my back, rubbing small circles as he lies there, heart pounding hard and fast in my ear, and his breathing choppy. Almost like he can’t bear to stop touching me. I don’t even care that we’re both sweaty and in need of a shower, because my entire body is buzzing, and if I try to get up, I’ll probably fall flat on my face. And I like just lying here for a moment, mind quiet.

After another couple quiet moments, Viper gently grips me under the arms, slips out of me, and then rolls me to the side, and quickly disposes of the condom in the garbage can next to the bed. But he instantly rolls back toward me, pulling me back into him, and placing his mouth on mine. The kiss is soft, gentle, and when he pulls away, I can’t help but smile at him, which causes him to smile back at me.

We’re silent for another few seconds, before Viper says softly, “I’m sorry you had to walk in on that earlier. I swear I didn’t invite them in here. I would never disrespect you that way, and I certainly wouldn’t want my son or Macy to ever see that.”

Well, that’s enough to put a damper on a good buzz. Still I appreciate him saying it anyway. “I know. Not going to say I’m not pissed it happened, but it’s clear they got in here using a key they weren’t supposed to have. Which, by the way, reminds me that I want to know what the hell is going on around here. Who is Dagger, and why is he hiding keys?”

Viper’s expression turns serious, but before he answers, he’s sliding himself up so that his back is against the wall at the head of the bed. I force myself to do the same, pulling the blanket over my lower half to give myself some coverage. There’s a flash of amusement in Viper’s eyes at that, but then it’s gone and he regards me for a moment. “Before I answer that, we need to talk about something else first,” he says seriously. “And you’ll see why in just a second,” he adds when I narrow my eyes at him and open my mouth to argue. “Are you serious that you want to be mine, Eden? Because if you are, there’s no taking it back. We stick this out until one or both of us agrees it’s not working. And I’m not saying that we give up at the first fight or because we can’t agree on something. I want us to agree to work on things when they get hard, no matter what we have to do. If we’ve exhausted every measure and then we decide it’s not working, then so be it, but that would be a slim chance for that to happen. Because there are some things that are club related that I can only tell you if that’s what you’re ready to do. If not, then I’m going to have to keep it to myself until you are ready.”

I don’t reply right away, letting his words sink in. I don’t know what’s going on, but I can feel the heavy tension that’s settling around us, and see it in his expression. Am I about to agree to be with a man who clearly has more going on than a custody battle with his ex? Who I haven’t met yet, and that’s a whole other level of possible problems I haven’t really considered. Still, I can get along with most people for the sake of a child, and she won’t be any kind of exception. But that’s not the main concern right now. My curiosity is probably getting the better of me and maybe that’s why I’m not as concerned about what he’s going to tell me as I should be.

I also can appreciate he doesn’t want me to be involved if I’m not going to commit. And I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that hearing him say how much he wants to work on things, even when they’re hard, eases something inside me. All my previous relationships, minus the very last one, had the guys giving up on me, and in truth, me giving up on them because I knew it wouldn’t work. With my last one, we just weren’t compatible, and I think he knew that but was trying to branch out and date someone different. Still, now I have a choice to make. Do I agree, and handle whatever it is that he’s about to tell me, or do I cut my losses now and leave here with things being back to the way they were before?

I can hear Sadie’s voice screaming at me in my head to not be an idiot, but there’s that other little voice that’s warning me to be cautious. What do I really know about this man? It’s been a couple of days and now we’re talking about a possible commitment that could change both our lives forever. Not to mention, his son. So I ask the question that’s swirling around in my mind. “How does a relationship look when it comes to Archer? Are you expecting me to be a parent in some form to him, or am I just the girlfriend and leave that part out of the equation?”

Viper doesn’t balk at my question. “I want it to be whatever you and Archer are comfortable with. I don’t know what Archer would want out of my relationship with you. He’s a great kid, and he’s welcoming to anyone, but he has a mother, and while that relationship isn’t what it once was, he still loves her because she is his mom. Not to mention, I think he likes you, and it’s clear that you’re already getting along well with him, but that’s with no pressure. There are going to be times that he and I aren’t getting along, because that’s just how shit goes, and that could mean you get roped into that in the process and that anger will spread to you. Are you ready for that kind of possible problem? And are you okay if it never develops into a parenting type of relationship, and instead you’re just the woman his father is dating?”

“I don’t want to be anything Archer doesn’t want me to be,” I answer instantly. It’s not even a question. “If he only wants to see me that way, then I’ll happily back off and leave all parenting to you. I would like for the two of us to be friends, or friendly at the very least, because I don’t plan on trying to replace his mother. Because you’re right, she is his mom, and she will always have a final say with you, as it should be. But I worry we’re rushing into this without really considering how it will affect him, and by extension us. Archer is a great kid, anyone can see that, but when it comes down to it and there has to be a choice, you will always pick him. And I want you to always pick him, so don’t think I’m trying to say that I want you picking me instead. But it leaves me vulnerable to getting hurt.”

Viper nods, then reaches out to pull me closer to him, and I rest my head on his shoulder, under the crook of his arm. “This is why I want something with you, Eden,” he murmurs, looking down at me. “You don’t just think of yourself. You think of others and how things impact them. You’re smart, beautiful, and you have this ingrained unmovable steel when you set your mind to something. You don’t have to worry about Archer, but if it would make you feel better, we can talk to him and lay out the scenario, see how he feels. But I won’t let my son dictate my life either. Eventually, he’s going to go out and have his own life, and that doesn’t mean mine has be on hold until then. He’s used to his mother and her boyfriends, so I think me having someone wouldn’t be that surprising or strange. Which means you and I can work on our relationship, while you work on another with Archer.”

“I never thought I would ever date anyone with a kid,” I admit. “But I’m glad he’s not super young and can understand what is happening.”

“It could also be, you know the whole picture of what he’s going through because of your job, and you know what you might be up against,” Viper reasons. “I can’t promise there won’t be drama with Maggie, because that’s just how she is, but I also want you to know that I’m not going to leave you to handle her on your own. I’ll back you every step of the way. Even though we both know you’re more than capable of handling yourself.”

I look at him for a moment. “You’re really serious about this aren’t you?” I finally say.

“As a heart attack,” he answers. “Eden, I know you’ve got reservations, but I also think deep down you know I’m worth it. You claimed me with the club girls, and I don’t think you’d have said that if you didn’t mean it, right?”

I sigh. “Honestly, it blurted out, but I guess you’re right. It just feels weird as shit that we’ve only known each other, really, for a few days, and then our one night together a month ago. Like we’re rushing this or something.”

He shrugs. “Some people spend years together before they realize what they both really want. Others meet and head to Vegas within days. We can’t judge our relationship by anyone else’s. And if I’m honest, most of my brothers that are in relationships knew within weeks what they wanted with their women. Well, except for Stone, but he’s a stubborn ass and because of that it almost cost him his relationship. I know I want you, and I want you more than just some fun in the sheets, despite that being hot as hell. I said it all in the truck last night, and I still mean every word.”

“And you’re not just saying any of this because I’m in danger and you feel responsible?”

“No.”

There’s a finality behind those words and I believe him. And it eases that last little bit of doubt inside me. “Then I’m willing to give it a shot,” I say with a soft smile up at him. “I can’t promise I’m going to be easy, because I’m blunt, and I like things a certain way, but as long as you’re okay with it and willing to work with me, then I think we can make this work.”

Viper instantly moves so that we’re no longer leaning against the wall, but sprawled on the bed with him over me and taking my mouth in a firm kiss. Then he surprises, and arouses, me by yanking his mouth from mine, and then clamping his teeth down on the skin between my neck and collarbone, sucking on it and leaving a mark. “Seems only fair since you marked me,” he rasps when he pulls away. I can feel him hardening against me, and I barely resist the urge to start everything all over again. Damn this man and his effect on my hormones. “At least this way, you can cover it up when you’re at work if you want.”

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