Chapter 36
C assie
Between my thighs, Riordan’s engine revved, and the vibrations drove deep need into my flesh. He surprised me by allowing the trip out, encouraging me to hold tight to him in my role as his little backpack. With my arms around him and fingers grazing over his thighs, I could feel exactly how keyed up he was after his evening of fun.
Lucky me to be the recipient of all that energy.
I hugged him closer. Stroked the outline of his dick and enjoyed his shudders.
Riordan took us out of town and into empty countryside. We followed the river then climbed a dark hill, trees merging overhead to form a thick canopy and blocking out the moonlight.
At a hidden junction, Riordan bumped off the road and directed us into the forest, following what looked like an animal track. Our bright headlight lit skeletal branches that reached out to touch us, but we didn’t stop. Not until the trees abruptly opened to reveal a view.
We jerked to a halt at the edge of a steep drop.
Rocks slithered from under the front wheel, trickling down the cliff face from our grassy viewpoint. My heart hammered.
Far below us, the silvered river flowed to the sea. For a moment, Riordan stared then choked out a laugh and backed up the bike.
“Didn’t realise how close I was to the edge. True in all areas of my fucking life.”
He discarded his helmet then stood, taking me with him as I hadn’t let go, and twisted me in his arms to remove my helmet as well. I tossed it to a nearby bush. On the chance he’d take me biking, I’d brought it downstairs when I’d tracked him coming home.
Wouldn’t want him arrested twice in the same evening.
“I trust ye.”
He kissed me, one hand supporting my body and the other cupping my cheek. It wasn’t the gentle kiss we’d shared outside the warehouse but a rougher, need-filled claiming. He tilted up my face and devoured my mouth, showing me who was in charge now.
I drove my fingers into his hair.
Riordan groaned and broke the kiss to move us. He set me down on the saddle of his bike which rested next to a huge tree.
Then he sank to his knees. “I’m going to eat you out then fuck you over my bike. Do you like your underwear?”
I hitched up my skirt, my cheeks flushing hot. “It’s the worst. Get rid of it.”
He palmed my thighs and spread them, driving his thumbs up my smooth skin and taking my skirt with him the rest of the way. A kiss on my inner thigh turned into a bite, then his fingers twisted into my scrap of lace. Without pause, he shredded the offending clothing.
Cool air touched me between the legs.
I whimpered and gripped his hair, my other hand bracing me against the tree for balance.
Riordan pushed me to lie back, shaking the bike to show me it wouldn’t fall, and guided my heel to the steering column. Then, with the access he needed, he kissed my clit.
“In the police station, when I was locked up, I pictured not being able to do this again. It drove me insane.”
He used his thumbs to spread me then licked me, using the flat of his tongue to press down on and lap at me. At my sound of pleasure, he repeated the action then speared his tongue inside.
“I fucking love this. I fucking…love…this.”
Across the wide seat, I rocked my hips, the potent pleasure already sinking me deep.
Riordan eased a finger into me, and I spasmed around his hand, my pussy dripping wet for him after the ride and the kiss. Maybe a little at the danger of the cliff edge. A second finger followed with a steady thrust in and out while he continued tasting me. I was lost to his actions and to how he knew exactly where to touch and how hard.
He didn’t wait around. No toying with me or edging me. When I was close, he gave me no let-up, sensing my need and delivering into it until I cried out and came on his tongue and hand. The wild open space around us swallowed the sounds of my bliss.
I drooped on the bike, breathing hard, still wanting more.
It was too much and not enough.
“Need ye inside me,” I begged.
Riordan undid his jeans and freed his cock. Gave himself a stroke while moving in on me.
His mouth met mine. “Going to fuck you over my bike now. New kink unlocked.”
“I thought your kink was tying me up?”
“My only kink is you.”
He thrust into me. Both of us groaned out loud in the fresh air. Holding my hips, he withdrew then buried himself deep. Like with using his mouth on me, Riordan didn’t wait around. He drove into me, filling me and hitting a place deep inside that only he ever had.
The bike creaked under us at the rhythm he set. Rough from the start. Hard and fast and over and over until the coiling heat of a fresh orgasm ignited.
He knew, of course he knew. Riordan smiled and fucked me harder, the pace the same but the pressure more until I cursed his name and came for a second time.
“Good girl. My bike feels honoured to have you dripping all over its engine. Now I want a third.”
Pulling out of me, he flipped me around so my boots were on the ground and the rest of me face down on the motorbike. I expected him to enter me again, filling my pussy which had barely finished throbbing from the second orgasm. Instead, his mouth took ownership of me from behind. His tongue glided up and down and in.
He knew me so well. Knew how to play and tease and torment until I was a writhing mess, gripping the saddle under me. Right as I was careening to another crash, he relented and fucked into me once more.
“Need to feel this one on my dick.”
His palms moulded my cheeks. He thickened inside me while he took off like a rocket to chase what we both needed. At last, he throbbed, and that incredible sensation set me off for a third time. Silently, I spasmed on his dick, and he groaned and stilled, coming inside me with undisguised relief.
Then he draped over my back, buried deep and breathing hard.
“I love ye so much,” I managed to say. Though exhaustion threatened to melt my bones, I needed him to know.
Riordan stilled and pulled me upright, withdrawing so he could turn me in his arms. Those beautiful green eyes held mine.
“I will never get over the fact you love me, Cassie. You’re so beautiful. You’re perfect. You should know?—”
I put a finger to his lips. My hand trembled. He couldn’t say he cared about me in the same way.
I couldn’t explain myself either.
For a beat, he held still, as if my unspoken request weighed down on him. Then he kissed my hand and set his forehead to mine. “Let’s go home.”
I hoped to the gods that I could fix myself to make that a forever kind of deal.
We returned to the warehouse and joined my family for a drink in Divine, the club closed to the public as it was after hours. Riordan fitted in well with them. Struan even smiled at him once, something I never saw him do with outsiders.
Arran and a steely-faced group of skeleton crew returned a little after we did, Tyler one of the party.
The enforcer joined us. “All good with that information I gave you?”
It took me a second to work out what he meant. For over a week, I’d set my mother’s story on the backburner, other matters taking over, but I nodded. “It was. Thanks for the help.”
“Let me know if you need anything more.”
He left us for Arran’s office. Down the bar, Jamieson snorted.
“Hey, Riot, stop trying to murder Tyler with your eyes.”
Riordan broke his stare with the door. “Fuck.”
Struan clued in our brothers. “Cassie hugged Ty last time he was at ours. I had to disarm him or Arran would be down a crew member.”
Jamieson clapped his hands to his cheeks. “Scandal. I’d throw down for that. Tyler should’ve known better.”
I scowled in annoyance. “I can hug who I like. Mind your interfering beaks, ye bunch of cavemen.”
They all laughed, including Riordan who buried his face in my hair and whispered, “Is it caveman if I wanted to grab his throat with the hand that had been inside you?”
I groaned. “That image is hot as fuck. Try to resist as I just remembered something I need to talk to him about.”
I jumped up from my seat and crossed the dark floor, then paused and looked back.
From his seat, Riordan watched me. His expression had shifted to wary. Serious. Like my leaving him there was hurting him.
It did something to my heart.
His pain hurt me, too. He’d been left behind by his mother dying. By two fathers who didn’t care. I hadn’t realised how strong that reliance on me had become.
Hiding the shake in my fingers, I held my hand out.
Come with me. Please.
He pushed off his seat and joined me, sweeping me under his arm with a kiss to my curls like the little gesture had meant more than he could say.
And my heart ached, and ached, and ached.
At Arran’s office, the door was open, only Tyler inside.
We entered, and I kept Riordan’s arm tight around me.
“That contact ye gave me came up good. She gave me information on my mother’s family. Cassandra Archer’s father ran the Spring Hill gang, though most of the members are now serving or maybe dead. She seemed to think I still had uncles around.”
Tyler scrubbed his dark-blond hair into whirls then grabbed his phone. “I know the gang by name only, and as a historical relic. They aren’t on my radar as an active force. What is it you want to find out?”
I heaved in a breath. “The contact didn’t know my mother was dead so couldn’t tell me anything more about her life or how it ended. Maybe her family can.”
“I’ll see if I can scare up details for one of these uncles.”
I thanked him and made for the lift.
In the apartment, we showered. Climbed into bed. Riordan hauled me to his chest, and we kissed until we slept.
It was so perfect. So sweet and loving.
A couple of hours later, at nine-thirty in the morning, my phone buzzed under my pillow, enough to wake me but not Riordan.
I left him in our bed and went to do what needed to be done.