Chapter 30
CHAPTER 30
RYKER
T he house is quiet while I make coffee and down a protein bar. Where the hell is everyone? Probably with our Omega. I smile, shaking my head. Kayla burst into our lives and I’m amazed at how she feels like she’s always belonged.
Once the coffee is done, I pour myself a cup, and Kayla shuffles in, her blonde hair tussled and she smells like sex. Holy fucking god, she’s hot. And from the looks of her, she’s not sore from losing her virginity to me. Something I’m still fucking amazed by.
“Want me to whip up some scrambled eggs?” I offer, knowing damn well my skills peak at not burning toast.
She shakes her head, a ghost of a smile on those lips, pink like the inside of a seashell. “Have you eaten?”
I open the drawer of protein bars and hold up one. “Old standby.”
“That’s great. I’ll take one too and a cup of coffee.”
Tossing her the bar, I open the cabinet and pull out a matching coffee cup to my own. After I pour her coffee, I add sugar and cream.
“Thanks,” she says, peeling back the wrapper.
I lean back against the counter, watching her nibble on the bar and sip her coffee while I finish drinking mine.
“Done with your bar?” I ask when she’s finished, catching her eye.
“Yep.” She tilts her head, playful, challenging. “Raincheck for that bike ride? Can I cash it in now?”
“Absolutely. Meet you in the garage.”
She nods, leaving to get ready. I finish my coffee in two gulps, the bitterness clinging to the back of my throat.
In the garage, I grab a spare helmet and extra biker jacket, push open the door, and wheel out my bike. Yesterday’s rain left the roads slick, glistening like they’re sweating out last night’s sins. Nothing I can’t handle.
I’ve got that restless energy buzzing under my skin, the kind that only settles when I’m tearing down the road, chasing the horizon.
I check the oil, run my hand over the leather seat, and wait for Kayla. Soon it’ll just be the road, the bike, and Kayla holding on tight.
It’s gonna be a hell of a ride.
The rumble of the bike vibrates through the garage’s concrete floor as Kayla steps into view, her dark blonde hair tucked behind her ears. She’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt that does nothing to hide the curves beneath. My gut clenches.
“Here.” I toss her my spare biker jacket, heavier than it looks. It swamps her frame but safety first, right? I hand her the helmet next, making sure it sits snugly on her head. “Ready?”
She nods, her ocean-blue eyes wide.
We mount the bike, me in front, her sliding close behind. Her hands find my waist, tentative at first, then with a grip that says she’s not going anywhere. The engine growls to life, a primal sound that echoes my blood heating up, and we shoot out of the garage.
The city blurs past us, colors smearing together. We dodge big puddles, water spraying up in our wake, and weave through the light traffic.
The open road beckons, and the further we get from civilization, the more I feel that familiar sense of freedom. Kayla’s arms tighten around me, her body pressing closer, and for a moment, I forget why this is a bad idea. How anyone can spot us or hell, even Nexus themselves since one of them gave Dane a hard time in the grocery store’s parking lot.
I pull into the secluded park, trees scattered around. I glance around—no one. Good. With a flick of the wrist, I kill the engine’s roar and take off my helmet.
“Okay,” I nod at her, and she pulls off her helmet, shaking out her hair. The sight sends an unexpected jolt through me.
“God, that was... thrilling. And terrifying,” she breathes out, her voice shaky but lit with exhilaration.
“First time on a motorcycle?” I ask, though I already know the answer because I could tell the way she didn’t lean right away into the turns and how tight she held onto me. Not that I’ll ever complain about having her boobs pressed up against me.
“Is it that obvious?” A self-conscious laugh escapes her lips.
“Next time just lean with the turns, trust the bike... and me.” Our gazes lock, and something unsaid crackles between us.
I hold out my hand and she takes it. Her hand is small and warm in my rough grip. We walk deeper into the park, away from paths, away from the world. The oak and pine trees form a natural cathedral around us, sheltering us from prying eyes.
“Thank you,” she murmurs, “for this. It’s beautiful here. Peaceful.”
“Anytime, Kayla,” I say, and mean it. There’s something about her that gets under my skin, stirs up a protective instinct I thought had died long ago.
But it’s not just protection I’m feeling as I look down at her, not with the way my body’s reacting to her closeness, the scent of her mingling with wet grass and earth.
Her lips part slightly, a soft gasp escaping her as I step closer to her, closing the distance between us. My hand reaches up, cupping her chin gently, tilting her face towards mine.
Our lips crash together. Her arms wrap around my neck and I deepen the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth hungrily. My hands roam down her body, feeling every curve, every dip. She moans into the kiss, igniting a fire within me that’s impossible to ignore.
Her sweet scent of vanilla and jasmine suddenly grows headier. “Fuck, Kayla, you’re building up to your heat.” I move to step back, to give her room, to take her back to the bike but she’s shaking her head at me. “I-I can’t wait until we get all the way back to the mansion. Please.”
Kayla looks at me, her eyes filled with desire and need. I can’t resist her any longer. I cup her face in my hands, kissing her deeply, as I walk her backward towards a nearby tree.
My hands slip under her shirt, feeling the heat of her skin beneath my fingertips. She moans, grinding herself against me, desperate for release. And kissing her, she tastes like sweetness and sin, and I can’t get enough of her.
I reach down, unzipping her jeans and sliding my hand into her panties. She’s already slick and wet, her heat consuming me. I groan, kissing her harder as I finger her. She’s so fucking wet and ready for me.
She moans, grinding against my fingers.
Her eyes are half-closed, her breath coming in short gasps as she rocks her hips. She’s desperate for relief, and I can’t deny her. Not when she’s looking at me like that. I add another finger slowly, but it’s not enough. She’s in pain, and I can see it on her face, her brows pinching. She needs release, and I’m the only one who can give it to her.
“More,” she gasps and I fall on my knees in front of her gorgeous pussy. I can see the slick wetness of her cunt glistening in the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees, and all I can think about is tasting her.
But she pushes lightly against my head, getting my attention.
“I need you inside me.” She whimpers.
Quickly but gently, I pull down her jeans and underwear, before unzipping my pants. My cock springs free, hard and ready.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, my tone low and soothing. “I’ll take care of you.”
And with that, I slide my fingers out of her and position myself at her entrance. She’s so tight, and I have to fight the urge to slam all the way into her. But I take it slow, easing into her inch by inch.
She gasps, her body tensing as I fill her up. It feels so fucking good, and I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control. But I can’t let myself go yet. Not until I know she’s ready.
Then I gradually increase my pace. Kayla moans, her body arching against mine as I thrust into her. I can feel her tightening around me.
“More. Ryker, more. Oh god.”
Then I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist as I pound into her. She feels even tighter than before, and I groan at the sensation.
We fuck hard and fast, our bodies slamming together as we chase our release. The bark scrapes against my jacket, but I don’t care. All that matters is the woman in my arms, and the pleasure coursing through my veins.
I grip Kayla’s hips, pulling her closer, balls deep inside her. She’s so hot, so tight, it’s like a fucking vise around my cock. I groan, the sound echoing through the trees. Her nails dig into my jacket, her short nails scratching at the leather. I can feel her trembling beneath me, her muscles clenching around me.
“You like that, baby?” I growl in her ear, low and rough. “You like my cock inside you?”
She whimpers, her head thrown back, exposing the long line of her throat. I can’t help but lean in, nipping at her neck, tasting the salt on her skin. She smells like honey and vanilla, an intoxicating sweetness. It’s all I can do not to lose myself in her scent, in the feel of her around me.
But I can’t. I need to be in control. I need to make her come.
I start pounding into her harder, deeper, my hips slamming against hers. She cries out, her sounds driving me wild. I can feel my knot swelling, my body trying to claim her as mine. But I can’t. Not yet.
“Come for me, baby,” I say, my voice ragged. “Come all over my cock.”
She screams, her climax shuddering through her. I pump into her a few more times before I can’t hold back any longer. I come, my knot swelling inside her, locking us together. I groan, my body shaking with the force of it.
I smile, my fingers tracing circles on her ass, both of us locked together. “You were fucking perfect.”
She breathes out, catching her breath. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.”
Slowly, my knot calms down, and my cock slips out of her with a pop sound. Next, I help pull her underwear and jeans back up over her ass, then put my cock away. As soon as I zip up, a twig snaps somewhere nearby and my protective instincts kick into high gear, ready to defend her from any threat.
“Stay here,” I order, pulling away from her. My eyes scan the area, searching for the source of the noise. When I find the man hiding behind a large bush, staring at Kayla with lust in his eyes, I lose it.
“You fucking pervert!” I roar, charging towards him.
I spin around, my fists clenched. That’s when I see him. A man with a straggly beard, standing in the shadows. His eyes are fixed on Kayla, lust in his gaze.
I see blinding white.
Without thinking, I bolt towards him, my fists flying. I slam into him, my knuckles connecting with his jaw. He stumbles backwards, but doesn’t go down.
I keep hitting him, my rage taking over. I can’t let him near her. I won’t let him hurt her. Protect her.
“O-Omega,” he howls. “She looks like the one that’s missing.”
Fuck! My heart stops in my chest.
Kayla lets out a whimper, and I snap out of it.
I hit him again, harder this time. He falls to the ground, unconscious.
I turn to Kayla, my chest heaving. “Are you okay?”
She nods, her eyes filled with fear.
And I fucking hate that I put that look there, but I can’t help the rage that consumed me at the sight of that man leering at her.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice softer now.
She nods, slowly. “Yeah.”
But I’m fucking not. My heart is hammering in my chest and I’ve got to get her out of here. It’s only a matter of time before this asshole wakes up and blabs on anyone who will listen.