Page 25 of Taming Riot

“The bathroom is that way,” calls an unconcerned voice from behind us. I turn around to find the same brother who’d winked at me pointing to a door at the end of the hall, and I grab Sasha’s arm, quickly ushering her into the bathroom.

I close the door behind us and lean her against the sink. “Hey, it’s okay, baby. Everything is fine.”

“It is?” she gasps.

“Yes, we talked everything through, and your family won’t stop us from being together. I’m going to marry you.”

“They won’t? You are?” I smile at her and pull her close, noticing her breathing has slowed down a little. “W-what did you promise them?”

“Support,” I tell her truthfully. “Your brother will get all the support of the Steel Order and your dad can continue to take credit for the dropping crime rate in Austin. We’ll help David secure the governor’s office, and they won’t get in our way.”

She breathes out a sigh. “That’s good. It’s good for the club to have someone you know in such a high political position.”

“You’re not offended, are you? That I would make such a deal—”

“No,” she says, cupping my jaw, and I read love plain in her eyes. “That was a smart. They would not have listened to anything else. God, my hands are still shaking.”

I take her hands and bring them to my lips. “You don’t need to worry about it anymore. You’re mine now, Sasha. Soon, I’ll put a ring on this finger and get you swollen with my child.”

“I like that,” she whispers, dropping her forehead to my chest. “I like that a lot.”

“Good.” I lean down and press my mouth to hers in what is meant to be a simple brush of lips, but then she dips her fingers into my hair, pulling me in and deepening the kiss. I groan when I taste something sweet on her tongue. She must’ve stopped in the kitchen for something sugary, and the taste has something feral building up in my core. “Fuck, baby, what did you eat when you were gone?”

“Ice cream,” she breathes. “We’re having ice cream cake for dessert. The chef always makes it when I am around because it’s my favorite.”

“Fuck, I bet your lips taste better than the real thing.”

There is a smile on her lips as she lifts them back to mine, and I kiss her like a man possessed, chasing her sweet taste. I wrap one hand in her hair and tug to tip her head back as I plunder her mouth with mine.

I know we should head back now that she is settled, but I can’t break my lips from hers, and she seems to be having the same problem.

Her hand drops to my erection, and I hiss out a breath when her fingers palm my aching cock. “They won’t start dinner without us,” she says between kisses. “We have at least five minutes before they send someone—”

Her words are cut off when I spin her around and press against her. Her palms slap the sink, and our eyes lock on the bathroom mirror.

“Then let’s make the most of those five minutes,” I tell her, slipping my knee between her legs and nudging them to open. I lift her dress to her waist, and she grabs it with one hand, keeping the other on the counter. A shiver runs down her body when I trace a hand up the back of her thighs before running my knuckle over her pussy. A moan slips out before she bites her lips to stifle the sound. “I’m going to fill you, baby, rock so hard into you, you’ll still feel me when we sit to have dinner with your family,” I say roughly, tearing her panties down and dipping my finger between her folds to find her already wet. I tease her clit, and she bucks against me, her sex growing slicker with every stroke of the swelling bud. “Promise me you’ll be really quiet, angel.”

“I promise—” Her eyes glaze over when I slide my finger into her sodden sex, thrusting slowly into her and getting her all worked up. “Riot, please . . . need you.”

She doesn’t need to ask twice as my cock is aching with the need to be inside of her. I quickly unzip my jeans and shove them down along with my briefs, swearing softly when I release my cock from its tight confines.

My eyes stay locked on Sasha as I guide my shaft to her sex, I palm her mouth with my free hand before slamming deep into her wet channel. She screams behind my hand, and her eyes roll back, but the sound does not make it out of the room.

“Shhh,” I rasp, pressing my mouth into her hair. “We don’t want your family to hear their precious girl get railed in the bathroom, now do we?”

She shakes her head, moaning behind my hand when I start thrusting into her, panting next to her ear as I work my cock into her snug sex until the bathroom fills with the wet sound of slapping flesh. I bury my face in her neck as I drive hard into her wet heat, drawing so close to the edge that I can almost see it.

“Goddamnit, baby, how did I land someone as precious as you?” I whisper hoarsely into her ear, dropping my hand between her legs and strumming her swollen clit = as I grind harder and faster into her until we’re both falling apart. I bite back a roar as my muscles clench a second before I come, her pulsing pussy gripping me hard and milking me of every last drop of my seed.

I release her mouth, and she releases a shuddering breath.

“Oh God,” she whispers in horror when she looks into the mirror. Her hair is a mess, but she’s not the only one disheveled. My brown hair is sticking out all over, and I see her lips lift in a smile when she looks at me. “They are going to know,” she says, turning around to start fussing with my hair. “God, I can’t believe we just did that in my parents’ house.”

“And we’ll keep doing it if they keep inviting us,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her and drawing her flush against me. “Now let’s go back. I need to know if the ice cream cake tastes half as good as it does on your lips.”

“Yes, let's.” She tilts her head back, giving me a sweet smile. “I love you, Riot. I’m glad I bumped into you at that police station.”

“Me too.”

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