Rory (Savage MC-Tennessee 3)

“It’s definitely a good morning now,” I tell him and I watch hypnotized as his beautiful lips spread into a cocky smile. It makes me grin too, as my heart flips in my chest.

“I guess I’ll have to wake you up that way every morning then—just to make sure my baby always has a great day.”

“I don’t think I’d have a complaint. Of course, it could get a little repetitive after a while,” I giggle.

“I’ll make sure I get inventive,” he murmurs, coming back in for a quick kiss, before breaking away and lying on his back. I immediately curl into him, wanting to stay close to him.

“Where’s Ryan?” I ask, as I slowly come away from my orgasm and instead have my thoughts return to yesterday.

“He woke up early. I took him to the kitchen for breakfast. He’s doing some schoolwork with Dani now. They still keep Tyler on homeschool, because he’s having issues adjusting to being around people. He feels safer with Dani and Crusher closer.”

“Safer?” I ask, remembering that Tyler is closer to Ryan’s age, but they don’t interact much. Dani said they had only adopted him a few months back and he’s had a rough life which was making it hard for him to be around the other kids. I didn’t ask her to explain before, I didn’t want to pry, but now I find myself curious.

“I’m not sure, Gorgeous. I know his father was abusive and he was there for several years before being removed from the home and put into the system.”

“That’s sad,” I whisper, laying my head against Noah’s chest, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat drumming in my ear. “Parents are supposed to protect their children, not hurt them.”

“I know, Gorgeous. I know,” he says, with a definite edge to his voice.

“How’s Ryan? I got worried when you didn’t come back yesterday.”

“He’s hurting. My son has a lot to recover from. His biggest being the fact that you were hurt because of him.”

“Oh no. Noah, he wasn’t. Not really. King…”

“Is a dead man,” he says, his voice solid and so cold that Noah gives me chills again, but these aren’t pleasurable at all.

“Noah, King would have—”

“Gorgeous, I know we need to talk about everything, but I can’t right now. Hearing what my son told me gutted me. I don’t think I can handle more right now and still function and do the things I need to do,” he responds, his hold on me tightening.

“I… Okay,” I whisper, unsure of myself. I can hear the anger in Noah’s voice and I know he’s trying to keep a tight hold on it. I have to worry about what Ryan told him.

“It’ll be okay, Rory. I promise. I’m going to make it okay,” he says. His voice is so full of anger and hurt that I want to ease it. I want to bring him the kind of peace that I seem to only find in his arms.

“Maybe we should forget everything for a bit, except each other,” I murmur, hooking my leg over his body and lifting so I’m sitting on him, a knee pressed in against each of his thighs.

“What do you have in mind, Gorgeous?” he asks, that hot as fuck smile coming across his lips again.

“A workout maybe? I know how you enjoy those and it must be said I do like it when you get all sweaty.”

“You do?” he asks with a hint of a laugh.

“Definitely,” I murmur, bucking against his cock, which is definitely hard and pushing up against me. I move just enough so his shaft slides between the lips of my pussy and I groan at how good the sensation feels.

I stretch over him, reaching for the nightstand drawer. That’s not easy because Noah grabs my hips and uses his body under me to thrust his cock back and forth against my now soaking wet pussy. A tremor of need crashes through me, causing me to jerk back, my hands grasping his shoulders and my fingers bite into his skin.

“You need my cock, Gorgeous?” he teases, dragging his cock slowly against me, pushing against my already throbbing clit.

“Yes,” I literally growl, lifting up and reaching over to the nightstand yet again.

Noah bites my nipple and I cry out at the pain and pleasure of it. My hand knocks over the lamp as my body jerks in reaction. Noah lets out a muffled laugh against my breast as his tongue laps at my nipple, trying to soothe the sting.

“What are you doing?” he mumbles, his fingers going to my other nipple while his tongue continues its torture.

“Getting a condom. I need you inside of me now,” I groan, groping blindly through the drawer to find one of those foil packets.

“We’re out, Gorgeous. We used the last one the other night,” he murmurs. “I haven’t had a chance to go out and get more yet.”