Chapter Sixteen
McKelle
Cruz and Ryatt both slept, each needing some part of them touching some part of me. Cruz had his hand between my thighs, dangerously close to my pussy. If he touched me there, he’d see just how wet he made me.
Ryatt kept his hand on my hip. Even while sleeping, his fingers would twitch, gently squeezing as if making sure I was still next to him.
Morning sunlight cut through the crack in the curtains. The bed was a tangle of filthy sheets and tangled limbs. Doors opened and closed in the hall. I could almost smell freshly brewed coffee. Or maybe I was imagining it because my belly was growling.
“Morning,” Cruz mumbled. He slid his hand out from between my legs, banded an arm around me and rolled me under him. He pressed a kiss to my neck. “Are you sore?”
“A little.” A lot. So deliciously raw that I couldn’t differentiate one ache from another. Still my thighs spread, and his thick, beautifully hard cock slid inside me.
“I’m such a slut.” I held to his biceps as he leveraged up on his arms.
“I love that you’re always wet for me.”
“Always.”
He fucked me with a steadily increasing momentum, pushing me to the apex of pleasure, only to hold me as I shuddered and crashed into a breath-stealing release.
Cruz thrust hard and deep. And he kissed me as he came, sliding his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with a possessiveness that had my heart stuttering. I clung to his shoulders, kissing him back with equal ferocity.
He kissed my eyes, my cheeks, and then he slid his lips along my jaw to my ear. I could feel the pounding of his heart within his chest and the tremble in his body.
I stroked his back, gently grazing my nails over his tatted flesh.
“Fuck, Micki.” His voice lowered. “I know I never tell you how I feel. I love you so fucking much. God, I’m fucking yours. I’m forever, baby. You’re all that matters.”
I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him as tightly as I could.
“I love you,” I whispered. I think I fell in love with him the first time I saw him. Maybe that said something about me. Because I felt the same way about Ryatt. Or maybe I just trusted my heart. She was reckless and wild, but she was loyal.
A loud Harley rumbled outside the window.
Cruz rolled off me and checked his phone. “Get dressed.”
I flopped back to the pillow. “We were having a moment.”
“We’re going to have a lifetime of moments.” He stared at the man zonked out next to me. “But this one is for Rizz.”
Cruz tugged on jeans and stomped on his boots.
I leaned over Ryatt’s chest and kissed his sternum. A slow smile curled his lips. He threaded his fingers through my hair, but he hadn’t opened his eyes.
“Cruz needs us to get up.”
“Cruz can fuck off. I’m staying in bed all day.” He gripped my ass.
“We’ll grab breakfast.” Cruz jerked a hoodie over his head and slipped on his cut.
I groaned and rolled off the bed. Ryatt leaned up on one elbow and stared at my ass as I bent over, picked my panties off the floor, and stepped into them.
Cruz gave me a quick kiss. “I’ll meet you in the chapel.”
“Make sure there’s coffee,” I mumbled.
He opened the door, paused, and glanced back at Ryatt. “If you take longer than five minutes, I’ll cockblock you the rest of the day.”
I hooked the band of my bra together and twisted it around. “That’s not very fair from the guy who already nailed me to the bed this morning.”
Ryatt threw his pillow at Cruz just as he closed the door. “No wonder he’s happy this morning.”
I plopped down next to him. “He is happy, but not because of this morning.”
Ryatt rested back on the pillow and furrowed his fingers through his hair. “I keep running back last night.”
“And?” Did he have regrets? My heart was in my throat.
He leaned up and softly kissed my lips. “And I want to sleep next to you every night. One day—” He stopped, shifted his gaze to the door, then slid his legs out of the sheets and stood from the bed. He grabbed new jeans from the drawer and tugged them on. “We better hurry.”
I stepped in front of him. “One day—”
He tucked my hair behind my ear. “One day—” He stared into my eyes.
And staring into his was like stargazing.
I was lost in the spark. “One day, I want the house Cruz talks about. One day, I want to get married and make babies with you. But I’m afraid to think about one day when I’m so…
I don’t know. I don’t want to wait for one day because I’m afraid one day might never come. ”
“Ryatt,” I fought and failed to hide my tears. “I don’t know what house Cruz is talking about, but we’ll need to be close to my parents. I’m not in a rush to have babies, but one day we’ll make my dad a grandpa and my mom a grandma.”
Cruz claimed he didn’t want babies, but maybe he’d change his mind when family wasn’t an F-word to him anymore because we were his family.
I wound my arms around his neck. “We’re your family.
Ryatt, I’m so fucking in love with you.” I didn’t need a marriage license.
But one day I’d wear their rings, have their babies, and make our house a home.
Banging sounded on the window. I laughed. “Our five minutes is up.”
Ryatt grabbed one of the new black T-shirts and put it on along with his new cut.
“It looks good.” I pulled on a pink sweatshirt and tugged on my boots.
He laced his fingers with mine as we left the room. “I thought Cruz was an ass for putting so much effort into the MC. But I get it. Something hits different when I’m wearing the cut.”
“I don’t think I really understood it until you were taken. I have new perspective on what it means to be a Heller.”
He still held my hand as we headed into the chapel. The scent of coffee pulled me more than the fear of my boyfriend’s five-minute threat to keep me off Ryatt’s dick today. “I’ll be out in a minute. I need coffee.”
Steele stood behind the bar rinsing his cup. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”
I slid onto the stool. “I’m hungry, and I need coffee. Otherwise, life is blissfully perfect.”
He chuckled and poured coffee into the mug. “There’s some fruit in the fridge.”
I brought the steaming cup of coffee to my lips. “This is perfect. Cruz is taking us to breakfast.”
“Rizz got his cut last night, and his hog this morning. The kid deserves it for the shit he’s been through.”
“The bike is here?” I set the coffee cup on the bar and slid off the stool.
“Come on.” Steele came around the side and slid his mirrored sunglasses over his eyes. “It’s a couple years older than Cruz’s Street Bob. You know if Dozer and Romeo rebuilt her, she’ll be a sweet ride.”
Steele opened the door for me. Ryatt sat on a matte black Harley Nightster.
Even the spokes on the wheels had been powder coated in black.
It was sexy as fuck, and he looked so good sitting on it and wearing his cut.
He ran his palm over the tank. Hana had airbrushed skulls and black dahlias in a custom paint job.
Cruz stood with Dozer and Romeo. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he pointed out the features on the bike.
“You’re not making deliveries on this bike,” Romeo said. “Until you figure out what you want to do, we can use you down at the shop. What you don’t know, Dozer can teach you.”
“She’s a beautiful bike,” Steele said.
“She is.” Ryatt scrubbed his hand down his face. His gaze shifted between the three guys. “But I can’t take her.”
Cruz gruffed, “I owe you.”
He shook his head. “Pretty sure I owe you. And even if by some fucked up logic, you convinced yourself that you had anything to do with my situation, you still can’t pay me back with a bike.” He took the key out of the ignition, lifted his leg, and slid off the motorcycle.
“Ryatt, we got the bike for a steal.” Romeo took a cigarette from Dozer.
Dozer struck his lighter and held out the flame. “I thought you were trying to quit.”
“This is me trying.” Romeo sucked in a long drag then let the smoke escape through his nose. “It’s a rebuild. Cruz paid for the bike, and we did the work on her.” He indicated himself, Dozer, and Cruz.
Tension tightened Ryatt’s jaw as he stared at the motorcycle.
“Fuck.” Steele slapped his front pocket and pulled out his keys.
“I’m going to be late. I’ve got a date with my daughter at the prearranged exchange location.
” He used his fingers to make air quotes.
“If I’m thirty seconds late, her mom will leave and file another grievance with the court to restrict my access.
I can’t wait for this fucking divorce to be final. ”
Cruz took a step toward Ryatt. “The bike is yours. If you want to buy her off me, we can work something out. If that doesn’t work, then it’s blackmail.”
Ryatt’s gaze shifted to me.
“As if I could threaten you with her,” Cruz said. “She’d bust my balls.”
Ryatt tilted his head and arched a brow. “You did threaten to cockblock me.”
“I didn’t think you were going to be a bitch about the bike. You know we’re not going to let you be a part of our club on a crotch rocket.”
Dozer laughed. “Actually, it’s part of the bylaws. Harleys and Indians if you want to wear the Heller patch.”
Ryatt stared at the keys in his hand. He closed his eyes and lifted his face to the bright morning sky. “Good shit doesn’t happen to me,” he said and turned to Cruz.
Romeo wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “It does now. You’re family. Get on your ride. Let’s go get something to eat.”
“I’ll go grab my keys and helmet,” I said.
Cruz tossed his cigarette into the oil drum. “Nah, you can ride with me.”
“No. I have my own ride.”
Cruz groaned. “You ride too fast.”
“Never.” I grabbed onto Ryatt and tugged him closer. “And your new ride isn’t a she. He’ll need a name.” I pressed my lips to his. “I’m the only girl you’re riding.” I smirked and tapped his chest. “You can backpack with me when we need speed. Harleys are slow as fuck.”
Cruz laughed, and Ryatt tightened his arms around me.
“We’re going to fight about that later,” Cruz said.
I glanced over my shoulder at Cruz. “Yeah, I know.”
I was a lucky girl. I didn’t care if no one understood this. I didn’t expect them to. I felt like the princess of my own messy fairytale. I didn’t need a charming prince because I belonged to two Heller bad boys.
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