Ryker (Monarch Club Book 1)

Chapter 43

Ryker

Sitting smack dab in the middle of Heaven with my girl on my lap, her scent in my nose, and her taste on my tongue, I know what love is. It’s peace. It’s passion. It’s bright and dark. It’s wild and unshakeable.

I have no idea what part of Tara spoke to my soul first—her negotiation tactics, her innocent eyes, her blind trust, or her brutal honesty. Hell, it doesn’t even matter what hooked me. She has me.

For now. For later. For life.

I’ll spend every minute of my next ten lifetimes making her happy and showing her that even monsters can love fiercely.

Tara moans against my mouth as she deepens our kiss.

A fever builds between us. We go from peaceful contentment, to starved and unhinged. She scrapes her nails against my scalp, fucking my hair all up. My dick hardens in my jeans. Bent the wrong way makes it hurt and I like it.

She pulls my shirt off and scratches down the backs of my shoulders next. “Fuck, girl. You’re killing me.”

Tara’s all rosy cheeks and red lips. Her pupils have blown wide already. “I want you.” She tugs on my belt.

“You want it…” I get it off much faster for her. “Come get it.”

Tara sinks to her knees and tugs my pants down to my ankles. Then she kicks off her shoes and shimmies out of her jeans. With my arms stretched across the back of the bench, I feel like a goddamn king.

But when my girl peels her pink panties down and shoves them in my mouth, I feel like a motherfucking god.

Tara sinks to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. My fucking eyes cross when she deep throats me.

I didn’t know she could do that.

Fuuuuck.

There are so many things to still learn about each other and I can’t wait to explore us.

Tara reaches up and pulls her underwear out of my mouth slowly. “I want to hear you say my name.”

“Make me.”

She pulls my balls hard, making me groan. “Shhhiit, woman.”

“That’s not my name.” Tara yanks them again.

“God damn.”

“Not my name.” She sucks one into her mouth and I groan.

“You feel so fucking good.” Tara bites down and I holler, “Fuck!” Goosebumps erupt across my body. My motherfucking nipples are hard. “Bad girl.”

She’s not at all sorry.

Climbing onto my lap, she angles my dick to her entrance and sinks down slowly. We both groan when I bottom out. “Do you like me bad, Mr. Hudson?”

“I like you every way you want to be, Butterfly.” There’s no way I want her thinking she has to morph herself into some mold I want. My girl needs to be her authentic self. Always. “I like you just as you are.”

Tara’s speed slows down on my cock. Rocking back and forth in waves, she closes her eyes and tips her head back. “Fuck, you feel so good.” Her breaths ripple out of her. I pull off her shirt so I can suck on her tits. “Oh god, Ryker.” She holds my head and this time I let her.

Biting her nipple through her bra, I love how she cries out. The humidity makes sweat drip down our bodies faster. It’s hard to breathe. Tara whimpers as she rides me faster, chasing a release.

“Get off on me, baby. Use me.”

Her eyes lock with mine and she stills.

“I want you to use me.” Submission has never felt so right. “Please.”

Tara swallows hard and nods. She knows what this means to me. She knows what I’m handing over to her. I trust her not to break my newfound power. “You feel so good.”

I’m glad.

“I feel you in every part of my body.” She rolls her hips back and forth. “You’re everywhere inside me.”

Damn, I hope that’s true. Digging my fingers into her ass cheeks, I grind her harder against me and lift my hips to up drive into her deeper. Harder.

“Holy fuck.” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “I’m so close.”

Gripping her throat, I apply just enough pressure to send her over the edge. She shudders as her orgasm grips around my cock. I jack my hips up, slamming into her over and over while holding her throat. “I fucking love you, Tara.”

She cries out harder.

My release barrels into me because I’ve never felt so real and raw in my life. There’s nothing but honesty. Realness. The pleasure and the promise of this moment. Anything beyond now isn’t guaranteed.

Sweat drips down my back as I bounce her on my lap. If I’m being honest, she owns me, not the other way around. I’ll follow her through all this life and into the next if she’ll let me. Tara pinches my nipples, twisting them, and I come so hard I see stars.

When we’re both too exhausted to move anymore, she collapses on my chest. Our hearts smash against one another as we catch our breath. “Holy shit, that was amazing, Ry.”

Butterflies flutter, landing all around us. I kiss her forehead and run my hands up and down her back. “I think I could stay like this forever.”

“Me too.”

Eventually, we manage to peel apart and get dressed. For the next hour and a half, we circle the conservatory, and I tell her about every butterfly in the building. She probably thinks I’m a fucking geek.

She’d be right.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Tara says, once we close things up and get back on my bike.

I wrap her arms around my waist and start the engine. “Where to next, Butterfly?”