Page 88 of Biker's Property

He moves his hips,complying with my request, taking me deep and slow because this time, we’re satisfying our strongest primal urge with each other. To make this bond real. Permanent. Unbreakable. He moves his hips faster. Each movement pushes me closer to the edge. I grab the firmest part of Ryder’s body and move with him. We make love to each other together, each matching each other’s energy.

“I want to cum inside you,” he growls, breaking our eye contact momentarily to shower me with affectionate kisses. His words and those kisses make it too hard for my body to resist cumming again. I squeeze my legs around him and the tightness forces me to climax again. I cry out, either saying his name or just moaning something. I lose all sense of where I am. Ryder pushes into me deeper as I cum and I can feel his own excitement building.

With only a few more thrusts between my legs, he emits a bestial groan of his own and pushes into me deeply one last time before he finishes. A hot spurt of his juices coats my back walls and just when I think he’s done, he coats the back walls of my pussy with even more cum. It just feels so good…

We both revel in how damn good we feel. It takes us several more minutes of kissing and touching each other before we pull our bodies apart. Ryder lies on his back and I immediately roll over to him as closely as humanly possible, finding a spot in the crook of his arm as he catches his breath.

“Sweet little thing,” he whispers, turning to look at me. “I’m glad I found you out there in the desert. I think you might have saved me.”

“From what?” I whisper back. “Because I remember you saving me.”

“The boss called me out,”he says. “There are big things coming for the club. We have big problems with those Midnight SS bikers and Southpaw wants to trap them. Kill them… Doesn’t matter. The point is… I’m done with that life. I’m going to be honest with you and for you.”

He pulls me close to him. Then on top of him. Ryder is so easy on the eyes. On top of him like this, I can appreciate the beauty of his features – his sharp nose, his gorgeous sea-green eyes. The tattoos and marks from his previous life… He doesn’t judge me for mine, so I don’t judge him for his.

“Does that mean less riding out for hours at a time?”

“Yes,” he says. “It does. It means staying home with my woman until I get her pregnant with twins…”

“Ryder… I don’t know if we get a choice.”

“We do,” he says. “And I choose… getting you pregnant with twins.”

He rollsme over onto my back, taking my hands and holding them over my head, pinning me gently to the bed. I can feel his warm cum slipping around inside me and I’m wet all over.

“If you want twins,” I reply teasingly. “You’ll probably have to try again.”

“Is that how that works?”

“We won’t know until we try,” I whisper, pulling Ryder closer and then grabbing his dick, finding him already hard and ready for round two…

Chapter Thirty-Nine

SCRAP

Deacon Hollingsworth is out of his fucking mind. He didn’t mention that a major part of this poker game is that the buy-in for the table isn’t just a thousand dollars – it’s a human life. I don’t know what the hell Rage told the girl running this table, because I don’t have a human life that I’m willing to gamble. I’m not as crazy as my brother. The other men at this table are different and they’re too fucking calm about it. Midnight SS. They’re the motherfuckers who killed our brothers.

They don’t think we know…

Last I heard,Deb Hollingsworth has Avery’s mother imprisoned at some lakehouse out in the Ozarks. Ruger has Darlene at Oske’s trailer beating the fuck out of her – if he hasn’t killed her yet. And I’m here…

Southpaw must have known this was coming, but I know how my brother thinks. Commanding me to gamble would be encouraging vice. Leaving the choice in my hands somehow makes it better. He knows how Shaw men are around a card table. Or slot machines. Or sports betting apps. My brother is a fucking fox. He lets that good woman he keeps around protect his image and project something far more harmless.

But I know Wyatt.He’s darkened to his core and nothing will change him. If anything, that family of his has made him worse. More protective. More willing to go to war. Whatever the fuck he’s planning tonight, Wyatt has to know that it could go wrong. That we could end up having to put a bunch of Neo-Nazi bikers in the ground.

We could end up in prison doing that without much of a plan.

I peel opena peppermint Zyn container and pop one out, sticking it in behind my top lip. Instantly, I’m more awake and glance over at the Indian girl running the table. She reminds me of Oske. Maybe the same tribe, maybe just another Indian girl.

The girlshardly look at us. I don’t know if I should be more focused on the game, or more focused on figuring out why the fuck my brother dropped me into this mess like a stone without a single fucking clue what the hell might be going on. I understand the choice we all made. War.

War means trusting your general,which is easy to do in my case. Wyatt might be crazy but he’s still my brother, and the losses out there in the desert affected him as much as they affected all of us, if not more. He takes responsibility for everything — far more than Owen and definitely more than me. I can’t help but try to get a good look at the Indian girls’ tits, even if I have bigger concerns. Not much to see, but the expended effort reminds me of how damn hard it is to find a woman when you live most of the fucking year on the road.

And when the fuck does it end if we start a war now.

The Indian girl starts talking,which takes my mind off the adrenaline coursing through me.

“Good evening, gentlemen. My name is Nina and I will be the host of the poker game this evening. Tonight, you are here for a very special reason and a very special prize. The girls tonight are all kept in a separate location and all property disbursed to the winner will be thoroughly inspected by a third party before you sign release forms and documents. Please direct any concerns to my floor manager, Mr. Rage.”

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