Page 66 of Filthy Hot

Ryan reaches out, wraps her fingers around my hand, and squeezes gently, her fingers flexing as she gives me a smile before she speaks.

“Maybe he was part of it, but, honey, these men are here trying to gain control of this area. You are a pawn, but so is your ex. The difference between the two of you is that you’ll come out of it. This?—”

“And he won’t?” I ask even though I damn well know the answer.

Rider has made it clear that Xavier isn’t going to come out of this breathing, let alone on top. I know I am, without a doubt, a horrible person because I feel nothing other than sweet relief at that knowledge.

I’ve never thought I needed a white knight to save me, and maybe that’s not quite what he is, but to me, he’s exactly that. A knight in leather. The most beautiful knight I’ve ever seen… but probably the most dangerous, too.

I want him too badly.

I’m not sure what that means for me if I’m going to survive this with him, whatever this is.

Him being my man.

Me being his woman.

Because every time I’ve wanted something this desperately, it’s blown up in my face. It’s backfired to the point where I’ve barely survived it. But then again, I’m not sure I want to endure it without Rider.

I know it’s stupid because I’ve only known him for about a second, but I’ve fallen for him.

Completely and totally.

If I were pressed to actually say the words, I would tell him that I love him. That’s exactly how I feel anyway. I’m sure it’s just lust at this point, but I know it’s going to be more. I feel a hell of a lot more than lust for this man.

When the bedroom door flies open and hits the wall so loudly that I hear the Sheetrock crack, my entire body doesn’t just swing around to face it. I also stand and widen my legs as if I’m bracing for something—for impact.

Chaos ensues almost immediately, but not the kind that sends ice through my veins again. This time, it’s chaos and relief all wrapped into one. The room fills with men. Those men are in leather and perfect.

Rider rushes me.

He’s shirtless, wearing his vest, jeans, and nothing else. Before I realize what’s happening, I’m in the air. He wraps his arms around me, his hands gripping my ass. He turns me around and wordlessly walks us out of the room. My hands grip his shoulders as I look into his eyes.

He doesn’t speak as he moves toward his bedroom. I gasp when he kicks the door closed behind us. I open my mouth to ask him what happened, but no words come out, mainly because his mouth slams against mine, and his tongue fills me.

Rider sets my ass on the edge of the bed and sinks down to his knees, his tongue swirling, moving, tasting every inch of my mouth. Then his fingers are working between my legs. Ripping my mouth from his, I whimper as he brings me toward the edge so fast that my head is spinning.

“Rider,” I moan.

It doesn’t take him long, me long, to send me over the edge. My hips lift. They roll as he continues to touch, circle—and consume all of me.

“Yeah,” he grunts. “Fuck,yes.”

When his hand disappears, I gasp as he buries himself deep inside of me. His fingers grip the outside of my thighs, his eyes focused on mine as he begins to move. I can see the sweat beads begin to form on his forehead.

I hold on to him by wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck. The fingers of my other hand curl around his forearm, gripping him there. He lowers his face, resting his forehead against mine as he moves.

“Fuck, baby. You’re everything, Kyle. Fucking everything.”

Nothing else is said. Nothing else needs to be said. He moves inside of me, but it feels like he’s moving through me. This man is everything I never knew I needed. He is… mine. And I am his.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SIX

GNAW

Buryingmy face in Kyle’s neck, I thrust inside of her and groan—coming. My cock twitches, my balls draw up. Fuck me, but the way she takes me is beautiful. Lifting my head, I look into her eyes. She’s breathing as heavily as I am.

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