Page 65 of Ryder

Ignoring her.

Choosing to stay at the clubhouse instead of at home.

Keeping her in the dark as to why I’d detached myself.

Treating her badly just so I could gain the emotional distance I needed in case the results proved to be true.

But they weren’t true. I’d allowed Psych to fuck with me one last time, and instead of letting Sully know what was going on I chose a different path, one that hurt her immensely. Thankfully, she’d forgiven me, but it had taken some time. There was a part of me that still believed she was guarded when it came to me, but I had no problem proving to her just how much I loved her, and promising her I would never hurt her like that ever again.

“Lie on the bed,” I ordered, pushing the robe off her shoulders until it puddled at her feet.

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m going to mess up my hair.” She laughed when I gave her an annoyed look, then stopped smiling as soon as I pinched her nipple, parting her lips and moaning as she threw her head back.

“Fine. Then you’re gonna ride me.” I walked backward, pulling her with me until I sat in the chair in the corner, positioning her legs on either side of mine so she was straddling me. I’d showered earlier but hadn’t gotten dressed yet, so the only thing between me and my wife was the thin material of my boxer briefs. Tugging down the waistband, I pulled out my cock and rubbed it between her folds. Always so wet and ready for me. She arched her back, and as her tits pushed forward, I latched on, my teeth grazing the puckered bud while my thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing slow circles and driving her insane.

“Please, Cole,” she pleaded, running her fingers through my still-damp hair and clutching me to her breast. While holding me close, she rose onto her tippy toes, replaced my fingers with hers and circled my thickness. “I need you to make love to me now.” Sully positioned me at her entrance then slowly took me inside her.

Fuck! The feeling was still out of this world, her warmth and tightness clenching around me and pushing me toward the edge. As my mouth found hers once more, I poured every bit of myself into her.

What had begun as a ‘fuck you’ to the Reapers, kidnapping the president’s daughter, had turned out to be my greatest gift.

My wife was the bravest person I knew, and although she always wanted to remind me that I was the one who saved her, I believed the opposite was true.

She’d saved me.

She’d given me purpose.

She’d wrapped me in love and bathed me in light when all I’d ever known was darkness.

Sully

After my husband made love to me, gentle and slow, a change of pace from the sometimes-aggressive sex we both rather enjoyed, we sat together in silence. He jerked inside me a few times before softening, but I didn’t break the connection of our bodies.

I knew he was mine, forever and ever, but there was always a small piece of me that believed he’d be ripped from my life. So whenever I could, I stayed as close to him as possible.

Cole’s fingers drifted over my skin, slowing when he reached the scars on my lower back. Burn marks my father had inflicted on me when he thought I’d talked to the cops who had raided our club. Cole’s muscles stiffened as they often did whenever he felt the remnants of my previous life. I didn’t think he’d ever stop becoming angry whenever he was reminded of what had happened to me before he saved me, whether by sight or by touch. I’d let it go, and hopefully one day soon he would as well.

Thankfully we were still chest to chest; otherwise, he’d undoubtedly trace the jagged scars on my lower belly, and the one higher up between my ribs, both courtesy of Vex. The demented man who’d claimed me from my father when I’d stayed at the Reapers’ club. My old home. Although harsh, they were all distant memories, and I refused to linger on them for too long. Besides, every touch from my husband erased the past, for me more so than for him.

Pulling me in for another kiss, he said, “We should probably get dressed now. Otherwise we’re gonna be late, and the last thing I need to deal with is Stone’s mouth.”

“Don’t you mean Adelaide’s mouth?” I stood, and he slipped from my body.

“True enough.” Before I made it to the bathroom, Cole grabbed my waist. “I love you,” he professed, kissing the side of my neck before slapping my ass. I shrieked in surprise, which only made him smile. I loved it when he was happy. There was an air of peace surrounding him when he lived in the moment.

Our bubble of contentment shattered when we heard the doorbell, then directly afterward an incessant pounding rattling the thick wooden door.

“What the hell?” Cole grumbled, that peace disappearing as he threw on a pair of jeans.

Even though the intrusion wasn’t welcome, I couldn’t help but admire my handsome, sexy man. His ass was perfection, even in the baggy jeans hanging off his hips. Intricate designs covered both of his muscled arms, drifting over his shoulders and disappearing behind his strong back, his sun-kissed skin a perfect backdrop for the designs littering his body. His club’s emblem was inked in the center of his chest, the artwork shredded apart from the gunshot wound he’d endured. He had a matching wound puckering the skin on his right shoulder. I knew how lucky he was not to have died that day, and before I drove myself crazy with the what-ifs, I took a breath and pushed all thoughts of that time aside.

When Cole’s piercing blue eyes met mine, he smirked, knowing damn well I’d just been ogling him. Eye-fucking him was probably a better description.

The rapping on the door crushed the moment, and as Kaden’s cries joined the noise, Cole cursed before disappearing from our bedroom.

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