Chapter 10 - Viper
"Fucking love it," I growl, my hands tightening on her hips. "Love how wet you are for me."
She feels incredible. Tight, hot, and so fucking wet around my cock. Every time she bounces, her thighs slam against mine, the impact sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I grip her ass, marveling at how soft and perfectly rounded it is in my hands.
But it's not just her body that has me entranced. It's the look on her face- Pure, uninhibited freedom. Her eyes are closed now, head tilted back, hair catching the last golden rays of sunset as it flutters around her face. She looks completely unguarded, totally present in this moment.
I can't remember the last time I felt like this.
Not just the physical pleasure, which is fucking mind-blowing, but this sense of rightness.
Like I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, doing exactly what I should be doing.
I used to silently question how my brothers could fall so hard and fast for their women.
Reaper with Evelyn, Wilder with Emma, Blade with Kelly, Ghost with Debbie, Ace with Sarah.
Now I get it. My only question is why it took so damn long to happen to me.
I don't want this to end. Don't want to stop being inside her, don't want to return to the clubhouse, don't want to rejoin the real world with all its complications.
I could spend the entire night right here—fucking her, talking to her, learning everything about her, then fucking her again until neither of us can move.
Amy places her hands on either side of my face, her movements slowing as she looks down at me with the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.
It's the most genuine expression I've seen from her yet—open, unguarded, radiant.
Then, to my shock, tears begin to spill down her cheeks, glistening in the fading light.
"Hey," I say, immediately slowing my thrusts. "You okay? Did I hurt you?"
She shakes her head, still smiling through the tears. "No. It's just... I can't believe I'm free. That I found someone like you. I'm afraid this is all just a dream, like all the good moments I thought I remembered. Just fragments of a life I never actually had."
My chest tightens at her words. I place my hand over hers where it rests against my cheek.
"This isn't a dream, Amy. This is real. And as long as you want me close, I'll stay close.
" I don't recognize my own voice, soft and earnest in a way it's never been.
"As your protector, as a friend, as... something more.
I never believed in destiny, but maybe there's a reason it was me who found you.
Maybe the universe wanted me to find you and never let you go. "
More tears spill down her cheeks, but her smile widens. She grabs the hem of her shirt, twisting it and pulling it up to expose her breasts. They're perfect. Full and round with pink nipples hardened to tight peaks.
She rides me faster, and I grip her hips hard enough to leave marks, meeting her halfway with upward thrusts that make her gasp.
Her warm breath brushes against my face and ears as she leans closer, making little sounds of pleasure with each thrust. I don't want to finish too quickly, but I'm losing control.
She feels too good, looks too perfect bouncing on my cock like she was made for it.
All I can think about is getting her back to the clubhouse, to my bed, where I can take my time with her properly.
My heart pounds against my ribs, my breathing turns ragged, and even my vision starts to blur at the edges. The pressure building at the base of my spine tells me I'm close.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," I warn her, expecting her to lift off me.
Instead, she increases her pace, grinding down harder with each downstroke. My eyes widen in surprise.
"What are you doing?" I gasp.
She smirks, a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"I don't want to stop." She leans forward, her lips brushing my ear as she whispers, "I want every drop of you. I might not be a virgin, but no man has ever finished inside me before. I want you to be the first."
Jesus fucking Christ. This woman is going to be the death of me. The thought of being the first to come inside her, to claim her in a way no one else has, sends a surge of primitive satisfaction through me.
"I've never finished inside anyone either," I admit, surprising myself with the confession. "This is my first time too. I'll make it unforgettable."
I glance around quickly. The lake is still deserted, the light almost gone now. I rise from the dock, lifting her with me, supporting her weight with my hands under her ass. She wraps her legs around my waist, clinging to my shoulders as I continue to thrust up into her.
The position lets me go deeper, hitting spots that make her moan against my neck. Her cream coats my cock, making the slide easier even as she tightens around me. I'm close, so fucking close, but I want to make this last.
When I can't hold back any longer, I slow my pace, each thrust slower and deeper as my orgasm builds.
"Fuck, Amy," I groan, and then I'm coming, pumping hot spurts of cum deep inside her. "That's it, good girl. Take it all."
She slides down in my grip, pushing herself farther onto my cock to make sure nothing escapes. The sensation of her inner walls gripping me, milking every last drop, is almost too much to bear.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, my forehead pressed against hers. Then she starts laughing, a bright, joyful sound that fills the twilight air.
"Ow," she winces, pressing a hand to her ribs even as she continues to giggle.
"Easy," I caution, though I can't help smiling. "Don't hurt yourself. What's so funny?"
She shakes her head, wonder in her eyes.
"It's just crazy. I spent the last few years surrounded by Vultures MC, believing they actually liked me when they never did.
And now, in just one day, I found someone worth trusting.
Even my sister saw it." Her expression turns thoughtful.
"Growing up, I thought groups like yours were nothing but trouble.
The Vultures MC proved to me that. But now?
I'm realizing men can do evil things and still be good people. "
"I'm not a good man," I tell her honestly as I gently set her back on her feet. "But I'll be good to you. I'll protect you, take care of you. Always."
She straightens her clothes, wincing slightly. "My legs are going to hurt tomorrow."
"That's a shame," I say with mock seriousness. "I was thinking of claiming you again tonight. Thought you might want to sleep in my bed."
"I can still move for a good reason," she says, stepping closer. "I'd love to sleep with you. Spend the night with my savior."
"I can't believe this is happening," I admit, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Me neither," she says softly. "But it feels right, doesn't it?"
"Yeah," I agree, realizing it's true. "I knew it from the moment I saw you."
"You made me believe in love at first sight," she says, then looks surprised at her own words.
I smile—a genuine, unguarded expression that feels foreign on my face. "Ready to head back to the clubhouse?"
"Ready to go back to my new home," she corrects me.
"New home, new family," I say, liking the sound of it.
She tilts her head, studying me in the fading light. "Why do they call you Viper, anyway? And what’s your real name? I've been wondering."
I chuckle, the memory catching me by surprise. "I’m Jacob, but no one calls me that. And well, when Reaper first met me, I was keeping a pet snake in my apartment—a western hognose. Not venomous, but it looked the part. The guys thought it matched my personality back then."
"How so?" she asks, her fingers laced with mine.
"I was closed off. Private. Could strike fast when threatened." I shrug. "Still am in some ways. Just not with you."
A soft smile plays across her lips. "I like that you're different with me."
She smiles, and we walk hand in hand back to the picnic tables where our helmets wait. I hand her one, then lead her to my bike as the last light of day disappears, casting the world in soft blues and purples.
As I start the engine and feel her arms wrap around my waist, a sense of peace settles over me. Whatever comes next, and there will be challenges, I have no doubt, we'll face it together. This fierce, beautiful survivor and me.
I pull onto the road, heading back toward Pine Haven and the clubhouse, back toward our people. But in a way, I'm already home. She's pressed against my back, her cheek resting between my shoulder blades, her trust and warmth more comforting than any four walls could ever be.
For the first time in years, I'm looking forward to tomorrow.