Chapter Thirteen #2
He growled against me in response, the vibration adding another layer to the sensation. He gripped my thighs, holding me open to him, thumbs occasionally brushing against my inner thighs in teasing counterpoint to his mouth.
There had been times in my life when I’d found a kind of oblivion when Eric wanted to have sex. I’d just… check out. Turn everything off and hope I didn’t wake up until it was over. This wasn’t anything like those times. In fact, never once did I feel the urge to leave the moment. I craved more.
My back arched, and I cried out sharply as he slid two fingers inside my pussy, curling the fingers upward in perfect rhythm with his tongue.
I gripped the sheets beneath me, twisting the fabric as tension coiled tighter in my belly.
Rip stretched me gently as he continued his relentless attention on my pussy with his mouth.
“Rip,” I gasped, my hips moving of their own accord now, seeking more pressure, more friction. “I need… I need to come.”
He responded by fluttering his tongue over my clit in relentless strokes. His eyes locked with mine from between my thighs, watching me like a predator. The intimacy of his gaze, of being seen so completely in this moment, pushed me over the edge.
The orgasm built from deep inside, gathering force like a wave.
When it broke, it crashed through me with an intensity that stole my breath.
My body tensed and trembled, back arching off the bed as pleasure radiated outward from where his mouth worked against me.
A cry tore from my throat, unrestrained and honest. And so fucking real I almost laughed for the pure joy of the moment.
Rip stayed with me through it, gentling his movements as the waves subsided but not stopping entirely, drawing out every aftershock until I tugged at his shoulders, suddenly too sensitive for more.
He pressed one last kiss to my inner thigh before moving up my body. His expression was one of satisfaction and desire. I reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips and finding I loved our combined flavor.
He shifted away briefly, standing to finish undressing until he stood beside the bed naked as I was.
His cock bobbed in front of him, proud and eager.
The sound of foil tearing brought my focus back to his movements, and I watched as he rolled the condom onto himself with practiced efficiency.
Even this practical moment felt charged, his movements deliberate and his gaze frequently returning to my face.
When he moved back between my thighs, he braced himself on one forearm beside my head, his other hand guiding himself to my entrance. He paused there, the tip of him just barely pressing against me.
“Still good?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. “This is all up to you, honey. Always.”
“Yes,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer. “Please don’t stop now.”
He pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to the feeling of him filling me.
The stretch was intense but not painful, my body ready for him after he’d gone down on me and made me come with his mouth.
When he was fully seated inside me, he stilled, his forehead resting against mine, our breath mingling in the small space between us.
“You are fucking perfect, Jade,” he murmured, his voice rough.
I answered by rolling my hips, urging him to move. He started slowly, with long, measured thrusts that had me gasping with each one. His gaze never left mine, watching every flicker of expression across my face, adjusting his angle when he found one that made my breath catch.
The intensity built between us, his movements growing more urgent as my nails dug into his shoulders. Every thrust pushed me higher, bringing me back toward that peak I’d just fallen from. He reached between us to find my clit with his thumb, circling it in time with his thrusts.
“Come for me again, Jade,” he growled against my ear. “Let me feel you squeezing my cock. Let me know how much you want my cum inside your pretty, wet, tight pussy.”
His wicked words pushed me over the edge.
The second orgasm hit harder than the first, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that had me crying out his name and screaming when I really should have been mindful of the apartments around me.
Had anyone heard? I’d probably be mortified later, but right this moment, everything in my world felt absolutely perfect.
I dug my nails deeper into his sides as my body clenched around him, pulling him deeper, holding him there.
I dug my heels into his ass and held him inside me as tightly as I could.
He groaned, his rhythm faltering as he fought to maintain control. Again, power surged through me, knowing I could affect him this way, could bring him to the edge of his restraint.
“Rip,” I gasped against his neck. “Please. Come inside me.”
My words seemed to break something loose in him.
His movements grew more intense, more focused, driving toward his own release with controlled power.
When his orgasm hit him, his whole body tensed above me, a low groan rumbling from deep in his chest. His arms tightened around me, holding me close as he pulsed inside me.
In that moment, joined completely with Rip, I felt whole again.
At some point, Rip discarded the condom in the trash beside the bed.
Then, we lay tangled together in the aftermath, my head resting on Rip’s chest, his arm draped heavily across my waist. The small lamp still cast its amber glow across the room, catching the sheen of sweat on our skin.
His heartbeat gradually slowed, a steady rhythm that anchored me. Neither of us spoke.
My body felt wonderfully heavy, pleasured beyond my wildest dreams. For years, sex had been something to endure, to survive.
With Rip, I hadn’t once felt the need to retreat inside myself.
I’d wanted to be present in every moment, fully experiencing the most intoxicating pleasure I’d ever imagined.
No fear had crept in, no memories had intruded.
Just Rip and me and the connection that had built between us.
“How do you feel, baby?” he asked after a while, his voice rumbling under my ear.
“Indescribable,” I whispered, and meant it. “That was the best experience of my life, Rip.”
He combed his fingers through my hair, gentle and unhurried. “Good.”
Another comfortable silence fell between us. I marveled at how easy it felt to be here with him. His presence gave me peace because I had faith he’d stand between me and whatever tried to come between us.
After several minutes, Rip shifted slightly to look down at me. His expression was thoughtful, a slight crease between his brows as if he was considering his next words carefully. I propped myself up on one elbow to see him better.
“You know what being an old lady means?” he asked finally, his voice low and serious.
I nodded. “Violet and Ada have explained it to me. It means belonging to a specific member. Being under his protection. Wearing his patch.” I paused. “Being faithful to him, and him to you. A commitment as serious as marriage.”
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s the basic idea.
” His fingers traced patterns on my bare shoulder, the touch light but intentional.
“It means more, though. Means you’re family to the whole club.
Means no one touches you without answering to me and every brother I got.
Your problems are my problems. My protection, my loyalty, everything I am is yours, Jade.
From this point on. Even if you won’t have me, I’ll still give you that protection.
Because I’m afraid I can’t be without you. ”
I watched his face as he spoke, taking in the seriousness in his eyes, the set of his jaw. This wasn’t casual conversation. This was Rip laying everything at my feet, opening a door between us even if he risked me shutting it in his face.
“Some women find it controlling,” he continued. “Too old-fashioned. The whole property thing rubs people wrong.”
“And what do you think?” I asked.
“I think it’s about belonging to each other.
” His hand moved to cup my face, thumb brushing my cheekbone.
“Anything I’d ask you to do would always be for your protection and you always have a choice.
” He grinned at me. “Ain’t sayin’ I won’t occasionally override you, but only if there is no other way to keep you safe.
” His honesty struck me deeply. Eric had owned me, possessed me like an object.
This was something entirely different. This was a mutual choice made freely by both of us.
“In my perfect future,” Rip said, “you’d be my old lady.
And I’d keep you happy for the rest of our lives. ”
His fingers continued their gentle up-and-down glide over my shoulder after he pulled me back to settle against his chest. I thought about what he was offering.
Not just a relationship, but an identity within his world.
A place in the family he’d found with the Kiss of Death MC.
Protection, yes, but also purpose. Belonging.
I slid my hand across his chest until I found his free hand. I interlaced our fingers, feeling the rough calluses on his palm against mine. I squeezed once, firm and deliberate.
“I think I’d like that future too,” I said quietly.
His gaze held mine, searching for any hesitation, any doubt. Finding none, he brought our joined hands to his lips and pressed a kiss against my knuckles. The gesture was surprisingly tender from this hardened man.
“Not pushing,” he said. “We got time. Just wanted you to know where my head is at. How I see our future.”
“I appreciate that.” I settled back against his chest, our fingers still intertwined. “I’m not ready yet. But I think I could be. At least, I could with you.”
His arm tightened around me, pulling me closer against him. The weight of it felt like security rather than confinement. I turned my face into his neck, breathing in the scent of him, already becoming familiar.
I’d arrived at Haven broken, convinced I would never feel whole again.
Now, wrapped in Rip’s arms, I felt the pieces of myself fitting back together in new ways.
I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.
Eric was still out there and my trauma wouldn’t vanish overnight.
But for the first time in years, I looked toward my future with something like hope.
“Stay tonight,” I whispered against his skin.
“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” he answered, his lips pressing against the top of my head.
We fell silent again, content in the knowledge that whatever came next, we would face it together. His heartbeat steady beneath my ear, his breath warm against my hair, Rip held me as I drifted toward sleep, finally at peace.