Page 16 of Riding Rough

The rumbling gets louder. It’s most likely my father, and it sounds like he’s brought the whole MC. Kane lives off a private road and there’s no reason for anyone to be joyriding up here. The shop doors are still swung open, and sunlight highlights our escapade.

We most definitely need to stop, but I can’t either. I need to come. I needhiscome. We’ve been dancing around each other for days. If I walk away again without his semen dripping out of me, I’ll explode. I’m sure of it.

“Don’t leave me. Come. I need it. Fill me up, Kane.”

As the rumbling gets closer, Kane grips my hips tighter and rubs my clit faster.

His big body, the roar of impending doom, the clamps buzzing at my nipples, Kane’s deep voice rumbling in my ear, all send me over the edge. I clench down on his cock and come right then and there. Waves and waves of euphoria splash over me until I’m convulsing wildly.

He grips me tight and holds me in place as he thrusts harder.

“You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Kane. I’m your everything.”

The rumbling from the road is moving up the driveway as Kane groans out in relief, spilling hot come inside my pussy. For a second, he stands still, and we ignore everything going on around us as he lingers, taking in the last bits of me.

The corner of a bike catches my eye and Kane pulls away and grabs my dress off the ground. “Cover up.”

“No. Close the door. I’m not done.”

He looks at me with wide eyes as though I’ve gone crazy, but I must look serious enough that he doesn’t question me. He slides the door closed and looks back. “What’s wrong?”

The boom of the bikes slowly quiet as each of them shuts off their engine up by the house. This should be my flag to stop and get my act together, but I’ve waited too damn long to touch this man and I’m not stopping now.

Sinking to my knees, I take Kane into my mouth. I lick and suck at the come we’ve both spilled, stroking his sticky-wet thickness as he groans and weaves his fingers through my hair.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re killing me. You’re fucking killing me!”

Swirling my tongue around him again and again, I clean off our mess and stand from the ground, tugging my dress into place right before a heavy rap hits the outside of the workshop door.

Chapter Twelve

Kane

My best friend of thirty years stares at me and then his daughter. His eyes bounce back and forth as though he’s perfectly clear on what was just happening in here. For that reason, I can’t figure how a man as volatile as Diesel is holding it together.

He blows out a heavy breath. “You missed the meeting yesterday. We waited for over an hour.”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Figured it was best to give you space.”

“Yeah. I thought maybe this whole thing,” he passes a gaze toward Amber, then me, “would’ve passed by now. You two get it out of your system?”

“That’s not what this is, Daddy. I love him.”

God it’s nice to hear her say those words.

Diesel freezes and stares toward his daughter with a heavy grimace. “Why? There are a million men your age to love.”

“Yeah, I tried that. I don’t want some boy who doesn’t know how to treat me. Kane does. He knows how to love me. He knows what I want. He makes me feel safe.”

Daddy looks away and swallows hard. “Fucking hell, Amber. This is fucked up.”

“I know it is.” She steps toward her father. “I’m sorry. I need you both in my life, Daddy. Can you forgive us?”

One of the reasons I love Amber so much is because she believes the best in people, but there’s no way in hell this man is going to move past something this big. He spent most of last year holding a grudge against our vice president because he believes he cheated on a card game, and he’s known the man nearly as long as he’s known me.

Diesel glances toward me. “Do you love her?Reallylove her?”

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