Page 79 of Filthy Hot

His tone isn’t angry yet, but I have no doubt it’s coming.

“Not really,” I grunt.

He laughs softly, tugging on the back of my head. “Been through enough bad shit in my life, Kyle, to know when something is good, you hold on with both hands.”

I slip my tongue out to wet my dry bottom lip. “I just wanted some clothes and to check in with Ophelia, maybe Bren, too,” I begin. “I asked one of the men behind the bar if he could take me. I thought since they were your guys that it would be okay…” My words trail off.

“Was Loner behind the bar?” he asks, his eyes sharpening on me.

Shaking my head, I clear my throat. “He wasn’t. The guy behind the bar, his vest had the wordprospecton it, and he said he couldn’t leave. Loner came up and said he could take me. I didn’t think anything bad about it. I thought it was okay since he was one of your people.”

Rider clears his throat, his fingers flexing in my hair. “You didn’t do anything wrong. Normally, that probably would have been fine. We do that a lot, have the brothers as guards if something is going on. I wouldn’t have hesitated to let Loner be yours. You should have been safe with him.”

“You’re not upset?” I ask.

“At you? No. At myself? Absolutely.”

“Rider,” I exhale.

He shifts his gaze from me to the ceiling and lets out a heavy sigh. I climb on top of him, my thighs straddling his hips as I look down into his gorgeous eyes. I hate that I instantly want him just by being in this position, but my body hasn’t had enough of his touch. I need him to fill me as often as possible, and my body craves every inch of him.

“You couldn’t control Loner as much as I couldn’t. Neither of us had a clue. Nobody did, it seems.”

Rider clears his throat. “No, I didn’t fucking know. He wouldn’t even be breathing had I known what he was doing.”

I place my palm against the center of his chest. His heart is beating so hard that I’m afraid it’s going to burst out of his skin. “You can’t talk like that, Rider. You’ll scare me,” I say, my lips curving up into half a smile.

He wraps his fingers around my hips, squeezing me there before he speaks. “You have to know the truth, baby. I’m not a good man. I’ve said it before. I don’t deserve you. It’s probably the biggest truth I’ve ever told.”

I feel his length twitch against my pussy, and I gently glide myself along it, which causes both of us to moan. I don’t take my eyes off him. I can’t. He grunts, sitting up before he slides back so he’s propped up against the headboard.

His hands glide up my sides and cup my breasts, his fingers curling around them as he continues to look up into my eyes. “I’m not a good man, Kyle.”

I’m finding it harder to concentrate the more he plays with my nipples. He is pinching, tugging, swirling his thumbs around. It’s almost too much, but I don’t want him to stop. With each passing second, I’m growing wetter and wetter.

“You’re good to me,” I breathe as my eyes roll into the back of my head and my lids flutter closed.

He hums. “Because I can make you come?” he asks.

Opening my eyes, I look down at him. “Rider?” I ask. “Is that what you think this is?”

I mean, I suppose it could be that. We don’t know one another very well, but he’s been the one pursuing me. It’s not like I’ve been chasing him down. But at the same time, he’s also been the one protecting me. As much as he can anyway. A lot of what happened was completely out of his control.

“You’re my damsel in distress running from Xavier. I am the biker in leather who is good with your body.”

Every muscle in my body freezes at his words. “I’ve been able to take care of myself for four years when it comes to Xavier. I’m here with you because I want to be. I can make myself come if that’s what I want.”

His eyes widen at my words, and then his hands leave my breasts and grip my hips again. I watch him, waiting for his response, but it’s not what I expect. I assume he’s going to tell me something about how he can make me come better than I can make myself, which, in all honesty, would not be a lie.

But that’s not what he says.

His face is set to serious as he watches me, and then he speaks. His words are clear, and I know he is trying to show me just how serious he is, but he’s so damn sexy that I get lost in his face, in his eyes, in the way his cock twitches against my damp pussy.

“I want this life with you. I want you, but you need to know that this club I’m in, it’s a brotherhood, and the things we do are not always legal. You gotta be okay with that.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask.

“Physically?”

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