Chapter 30
Sloane
Most everyone living at the clubhouse had disappeared into their apartments after a long day of helping my people move fully into their own homes.
I was so grateful to everyone for their help.
The fact that they would take the time out of their own weekends to assist strangers just spoke to the kindness of their hearts.
Most of them were huge, tattooed, and dangerous looking, yet I’d watched them pick up a child and work with them on their hip or toss them into the air only to catch them safely while the kid laughed up a storm.
I’d never seen men interact with children this way. The men who’d been a part of The Order considered it women’s work to entertain the kids and wouldn’t have ever babysat, let alone watched their own children.
My heart was so full it was in danger of bursting. There was only one thing left that I wasn’t so sure about. If the determined expression on Rip’s face was any indication, we were about to hash that out right now.
We stepped into the apartment he lived in.
It was a two bedroom, two bath, and spacious enough for the both of us.
We sat down on the couch and my heart was racing in my chest. This was the time he was going to tell me that he didn’t want a damaged woman who’d been raised in a cult.
My jaw set with stubborn pride, I began to make my plans.
There was room enough for me at the apartments with the others.
Riptide’s fingers gripped my jaw and turned my face toward him. “I can tell you’re already overanalyzing this, Angel.”
My lips trembled with worry, but then I forced it down. “If you’re going to kick me out, I need to start making plans.”
His eyes narrowed on me. “That’s what you think this is?”
“You didn’t come into The Order planning to take a wife.”
“That’s true.”
My heart paused a beat then sank. “It’s not fair of me to force you to stay with me.”
A smile grew on his face. “Do you really think you could force me to do anything I didn’t want to, Sloane?”
“Maybe not physically,” I conceded. “I don’t need you to feel sorry for me, Rip. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”
“That’s also very true,” he said, sliding the sleeve of my shirt up.
When I tried to tug it back down, he gently shoved my hands away.
His fingers rubbed against my scars. “These are proof of that fact. You take care of everyone around you, Sloane. Isn’t it time you take what you want for yourself? ”
My eyes dropped away from his. He was the only thing I truly wanted—now that I had my freedom—but how could I ask that of him.
“Look. I think that we’re both suffering from the same thing here. At least that’s what I’m hoping.” He smiled at me when I glanced back up. “I had this idea that you were just gaining your freedom and that you wouldn’t want to stay with me because I’d been forced on you.”
My brows drew together. “That’s not it at all.”
He nodded. “Just like I don’t want to let you go, even though I hadn’t been planning on getting married when I went undercover.
” He hesitated, then admitted, “I saw you before you even knew I existed.” Shock made me mute, unable to ask him any questions in the moment as he explained that he’d seen me the day I’d saved Abigail from a punishment.
He and his brothers had been there, hiding, watching “It fucking killed me not to be able to help you. I knew then that you were special. Now you’re my wife.
You’re mine. I love you and I don’t want you to go anywhere without me. ”
I sucked in a breath, searching his expression. There was nothing but honesty and openness there. “You truly want to stay married to me?”
“No.”
Shaking my head at the contradiction, I watched in bewilderment as he knelt down between my thighs.
“I want to know if you’ll marry me again Sloane Renee Skore?
There was no way for me to know, until I met you, what my life was missing.
Now that I do, you can’t take it away from me.
” He gave me a charming smile. “The power’s in your hands, Angel.
You can reduce me to a broken man, or you can agree to be mine forever.
” I opened my mouth, but he reached up and silenced me with a finger on my lips.
“Before you answer, I need you to know that if you say yes, you’re agreeing to everything. ”
“Everything?”
“A lifetime with me. Kids. Maybe a dog. One of those mangy, scroungy looking mutts from the local shelter.” He cocked his head as he said the words, then nodded as though that was exactly what he wanted.
“I want everything from you. All your love. All your devotion. Your loyalty. And I’ll give all of mine in return. ”
He was wavering before me through the sheen of tears filling my eyes.
“Yes,” I told him, voice strong even though emotion was ripping through me.
“I want all that, too. With you. I promise to give you everything I have.” Without waiting for him to say anything, I launched myself down into his arms, tackling him to the ground.
His laughter cracked through the air. “Damn woman. You know how to take a man down.” He rolled until I was underneath him, his hand cradling the back of my head. “Cut me off at the knees the first time I saw you.”
I sighed with happiness as he lowered his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and celebratory, but it didn’t take long for him to deepen it. Desire crept in and soon we were tearing at each other’s clothing.
This time I didn’t give him a chance to reduce me to a melted puddle. Each time we’d made love he’d been the one to explore my body. It was my turn.
Tossing a leg over his hips, I pinned him to the ground. His smile told me he was allowing me to hold him down, because I had no hope against him physically.
I shoved his shirt up, running my palms over his smooth tanned muscles. “I never knew a man’s body could be like this until you came along.”
“Like what, Angel?”
Giving him a pointed look, I tossed my hair back.
I’d decided against cutting it. Rip had given me all the freedom I needed and I actually really liked the length.
“So…sexy.” It still embarrassed me to speak this way, but Rip liked hearing me talk while we were together in the bedroom.
He was always whispering his plans and what he wanted to do with me.
Always asking me to tell him what I wanted.
Not wanting to give him a chance to keep asking questions, I leaned down and licked his nipple. His groan was deep and masculine. I enjoyed hearing him while he took his pleasure. Something I’d never thought to ever enjoy.
I still wasn’t very experienced at sex, but he was teaching me. It was enjoyable for me when he raked his teeth lightly over my nipples, so I did the same to him.
“Fuck, Baby. That feels good.”
I lapped at him, my hands exploring his body. When my right hand reached his waistband, I hesitated.
“Take them off.”
Focusing on his belt, I took it off, then pulled off his boots.
It didn’t take long before I had him completely naked.
He was lying on the floor, head pillowed on his arms, dick proudly jutting away from his body.
He had no shame. Nor should he. I hadn’t seen any naked men before him—the porn didn’t count since it’d mostly shown the woman—but I couldn’t imagine there was a more gorgeous man out there.
“I want-” Licking my lips nervously, I broke off, unsure of how to tell him.
“What?”
“To make you feel good.”
“You always make me feel good, Little Devil.” There was a wicked look in his eyes, so I was pretty sure he knew what I was asking. As usual he was going to make me say the words.
“I want to make you feel the way you do for me.”
“When I eat your pussy?”
My face went up in flames. The vocabulary he was exposing me to was raunchy and yet sexy at the same time. I nodded my head.
“You want to suck my cock? Wrap those pretty little lips around it and swallow it?”
I blinked. That didn’t sound right. Is that what women did for men? “I…don’t know.”
He chuckled. “That’s what it’s called, Baby. Come here.” He got up and sat on the couch, throwing a little pillow between his feet.
I stood and walked over, settling with my knees on the pillow. “Will you help me?” It was embarrassing to have to ask him to teach me how to do this, but the heat flaring there in his eyes told me he didn’t mind.
“Fuck yeah, I will. Use your tongue and lick me.” His voice had gone husky and deep. I knew it was an indication of how turned on he was.
Lowering my head, I licked the head of his dick. He’d laughed at me when I’d called it a penis once before and asked me to refer to it as his cock, or dick. He’d given me a wide grin and added, “Or Big Derek.”
It’d taken me a few minutes to understand the reference. I didn’t think I’d be calling it that last thing anytime soon. His joking around had broken the awkwardness I’d been feeling at the time. He was really good at relaxing the mood.
“Wrap your lips around my cock and suck on it,” he directed. His head dropped back onto the couch and his eyes closed as I did what he asked. “Fuck, Baby. Your mouth feels so damn good.”
I knew I liked it when he…ate my pussy—it was hard to even think the words without blushing—so I could only imagine how much he was enjoying this.
“Move your mouth up and down along the shaft.” He groaned, then stiffened. “Watch the teeth, Angel. Some men like that, but I’m less into pain than pleasure.”
I wrapped my lips over my teeth so I wouldn’t accidentally graze him as I bobbed up and down on his dick. The mushroom shaped head hit the back of my throat when I got a little too ambitious and I pulled back, gagging.
Rip smiled down at me. “We’ll get you deep throating one of these days, no need to do it on your first day sucking cock.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but he’d stood up and lifted me into his arms. He carried me into the bedroom and laid me down before crawling between my thighs. “I wasn’t finished,” I told him. He usually kept going until I was orgasming.