14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Sophia leaned against Tack as they sat around the bonfire the guys had built outside. Lake and Freedom had brought out bags of marshmallows to roast, which had turned into an argument about how toasted they needed to be.
“I’m getting tired. I think I’ll head up for bed,” Lake said, staring toward Stinger.
“You thought any more about my proposal?” Stinger questioned.
Lake put her finger on her chin, staring at Stinger across the fire. “Well, I guess what I need to know is—are you going to be able to complete the deed, or will you get scared and fall to the floor, screaming you’re going to die?”
“One time. One time, I get scared when I’m storm chasing with Twist, and suddenly, the world knows that I thought I was going to die when the tornado was barreling toward us.
Fuckin’ hate video sometimes. No, Lake, I will not fall to the floor screaming I’m going to die unless when I get all up in your business, I find out your pussy has teeth.
Does your pussy have teeth?” Stinger shuddered.
“If not, we’re good to go, and I’ll even fuck you against the wall like your fantasy,” Stinger promised.
Sophia sat there, stunned, Tack’s arm around her. Oh wow, that Stinger could dirty talk with the best of them.
“Babe, I think you need to be thinking about my dirty talk—not my brother’s, you get me?” Tack asked, with a look on his face that definitely melted her panties. Could a woman die of unfulfilled fantasies?
“Babe, seriously,” Tack pleaded.
Sophia bit her lip, grinning at Tack because she’d obviously said that out loud too, but these biker boys were so hot—like next level, a ten-alarm fire was raging when they were around.
“Umm, I take offense at biker boys but saying we’re hot kind of makes up for it. How about you call us motorcycle men?” Shield suggested helpfully.
“How about you all shut up and let me take my woman upstairs to hear some of my dirty talk,” Tack growled, glaring at the guys.
Sophia let him take her hand and lead her away from the fire.
“No, that’s okay. You all take the ladies to bed. I’ll be happy to check the animals again, by myself, and put out the fire. Yeah, you guys go have fun and I’ll do it all myself,” Shield bellyached.
“Thanks, Shield. We appreciate it,” Sophia called back, loving the feel of Tack holding her hand. He held the door open for her, then followed her in.
“Was today a good day?” he asked as they walked up the stairs.
She nodded, “Really good. We had the most animals fostered and adopted than at any previous event. I stood up to Rufus and Jolene at the event because I knew you had my back. Now, I’m hoping that you’ll do more than kiss me tonight,” she chirped.
Tack grinned at her with a look she didn’t know how to interpret until he swept her into his arms, carrying her down the hallway and pushing open the door to her room.
“I will do as little or as much as you want, babe,” he offered, holding her in his arms, his eyes heating.
No man had ever looked at her with as much heat and want in his eyes. How could she tell him that she wanted him with every breath in her body but was scared he’d be repelled by what Rufus called her big tits and butt?
Tack winked at her, setting her on her feet and turning her toward him.
“Babe, I can’t wait to feast on these luscious curves you have. He was a dumbass who didn’t properly appreciate the beauty before him,” he conceded, sliding a hand behind her neck, pulling her close until he could trail kisses down her cheek.
She honestly didn’t know what to say, so she just concentrated on the way he made her feel. He smirked at her and pulled back before his lips were close to her breasts. Was she supposed to take her own clothes off, or would he want to?
He stepped back, grabbing his shirt by the back collar and tugging it over his head. “How about you stand there, and after my clothes are off, I’ll unwrap you like the present you are?”
His skin was stretched taut over the muscles of his chest and arms—smooth, without any hair to get in the way of her lips.
He unbuckled his belt and jeans, shimmying his hips to pull them down his thighs until they pooled on the floor.
When had he taken off his boots? And wow, if she’d known he didn’t have underwear on outside, she couldn’t have kept her hands off him.
He ran his hand up and down his shaft, which, holy smokies, was thicker than any she’d ever seen—not that she’d seen that many. She wasn’t a total hoe.
Tack stepped closer, a smirk quirking up the corner of his mouth.
“I don’t think you’re a hoe at all, but I am ready to unwrap my present if you are.”
She nodded and toed off her shoes and socks.
She wanted to get this show on the road.
Tack’s warm hands slid under the straps of her overalls, touching her breasts through the T-shirt before unhooking the straps, letting them fall down.
He unhooked the side buttons, helping the overalls slide down her hips and thighs.
He knelt in front of her to lift her foot and slide the leg off, then repeated it on her other leg.
She was not going to be ashamed of her curves because Tack had told her she was a beauty.
“Good job, babe,” he praised, pressing kisses on each thigh before trailing up to her panties. He paused, staring up at her.
“You smell delicious, babe, but I think we’ll need this off,” he winked, slipping his fingers inside the waistband and dragging her panties down.
He kissed above her mound then trailed kisses up her tummy, pushing her shirt up as he went.
When he reached her breasts, he stood up.
Sophia had trouble concentrating—his kisses had her core wet and aching and her nipples hardening.
She wanted him to lay her down and have his way with her.
“I want that too, babe. Me, inside your wet pussy, making you mine until you can’t remember your name,” Tack whispered against her breast above the edge of her bra before he pulled the cups under her breasts, framing them.
“Oh, we’ll definitely have to get you some shelf bras that will give me access to worship these beauties whenever I want,” he murmured, taking her nipple in his warm, wet mouth.
“Oh, oh,” she moaned.
It was like her nipples had a direct line straight to her pussy and clit. She grabbed the back of his head, holding him to her breast. This was too good to have him stop.
“Not stopping, babe, but we don’t want this one getting lonely,” he insisted with a smirk, kissing across her chest until he captured her other nipple in his mouth, his fingers keeping the other one from feeling neglected.
“Please, Tack,” she pleaded.
“Babe, when I’m getting ready to sink inside my pussy, call me Ryder,” he ordered, unhooking her bra and dropping it on the floor before pulling back to slide his hands to her waist and lift her.
“Oh,” she screeched, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. His cock rubbing against her as he carried her around to the side of the bed and her nipples rubbing against his chest built the ache he’d started.
Pulling back the cover, he laid her on the bed, staring at her.
“You’re magnificent. Your curves, your beautiful skin, and these rosy nipples are so sexy, and I want to sink into you.
But first, I have to taste you,” he vowed, moving between her legs, settling his shoulders between them.
She squirmed when he ran his finger between her legs, his touch enflaming her senses.
“Ryder,” she breathed.
“Settle back and enjoy your man eating this pretty pussy, Sophia,” Tack directed.
Okay, so Ryder knocked the dirty talk out of the park.
His chuckle against her pussy had her shuddering.
Oh glory, this man’s mouth was lethal. Could she die from too much pleasure?
Or pass out? She wasn’t sure, but she would be happy to find out.
Well, the passing out because dying would suck because then she wouldn’t be with him.
Ryder paused licking her pussy to chuckle again. “Babe, I love hearing your thoughts. How about you close your eyes and just feel?”
She nodded and closed her eyes. Oh, this was good. She blanked her mind of any other thoughts besides Ryder’s mouth on her pussy. When he added his fingers and rubbed that spot inside her, something detonated with waves of ecstasy rolling over her.
She came back to herself with Ryder lying beside her, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts.
“You back with me, babe?” he asked, leaning close to trail kisses across her breast.
“Yes,” she sighed.
He cupped her face until she was staring into his eyes. “You ready for me to make you mine? There’s no going back after this—it’s for life. You’ll wear my cut as soon as I can get one here, and you’ll wear my ring when you decide what type of wedding you want. Do you agree to that?” he asked.
“Ryder, we’ve barely known each other a week. Are you sure?” she asked, hoping beyond hope that she meant as much to him as he meant to her.
“Babe, whether it’s been a week, a month, a year, or a lifetime is not going to change how I feel.
You were so gorgeous when I met you, and then you opened your mouth and I was intrigued.
That evening, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and when you were in danger, it scared me.
But I knew not long after meeting you that I loved you.
It may be too soon, and with your history with dumbass, I’m sure you’re wary of committing yourself.
You don’t have to say the words back, but if you’re not ready to be mine, then I can wait until you’re sure,” he promised.
Oh, this man. She’d started falling in love with him when he came to help her with the animals and called all his friends to help too.
She’d pushed it down because she’d been afraid to hope.
Being with Ryder made her stronger because his love wrapped around her and gave her strength.
She wanted him to have the same feeling.
“I love you, Ryder. I was attracted to the hot SWAT officer, and then the one-percenter biker made me feel safe,” she admitted softly, laying her palm against his cheek.
“It is fast, but I know this is right. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.
You’re my man, or in biker speak, is it Ol’ Man?
Whatever it is, I want you for forever. Make me yours,” Sophia directed.
“Babe, you’re mine—forever and always,” Ryder murmured against her lips, grabbing a condom and protecting them. The smile on her man’s face warmed her, and then he was settling between her thighs, kissing her like there was no tomorrow as he steadily filled her.
She grasped his shoulders, staring into his eyes and watching his face as he drove them both higher. She moaned, closing her eyes and letting the sensations wash over her. He was hers, and she’d have this for the rest of her life.
“Come for me, Sophia,” Ryder commanded against her neck.
She shuddered as his words triggered an explosion that washed over her, her toes curling and a moan leaving her lips. Ryder followed her over—his groan bringing a smile to her face. Ryder was hers.