Force (The Disciples 5)

Animalistic is all I can think of as he ruts in and out, and I never want it to end.

“Fuck, you’re so wet it’s dripping down my balls,” he growls into my mouth.

As I dig my nails into his shoulder and neck, my core starts to pulse.

“Ryder,” I scream.

He pulls my hair, exposing my neck, then latches on and sucks like a vampire. I’m soaring, the orgasm making my eyes roll back in my head as my pussy contracts on him.

“Good girl, fucking come, baby.” Pounding the wall with his fist, he freezes, his whole face looking at peace while his cock jerks inside me.

Undone.

Exquisite. All these words swirl through my head as I ride this amazing wave.

“Fuck, I need you,” he groans. His lips claim mine while he moves in and out of me slowly.

He stays inside me, our breathing in sync as if we really are one. And I know is that this is my heaven. No one, not even he, can take this moment from me.

I raise my head and look at him. He’s still inside me. Reaching for his lips, I kiss him, his mouth, his eyes, loving him the way I know he needs.

Slowly he pulls out of me. My legs drop to the floor, but I hold on to his neck, unsure I can stand yet.

“You okay?” He brushes my hair off my shoulder.

If only I had the ability to freeze time and let us stay like this.

I nod, and for a second I stop breathing. He’s in pain—I can feel it. I want to tell him to let me have it, to share it, but I stay silent. He would tell me if he could, and right now that’s all I can ask for. He gives me what he can.

I reach up, allowing that invisible shield of his to fall over his face. He backs up and I relax, leaning my body against the wall. As I gaze up at the ceiling, I ignore the evidence of what we’ve done that’s sliding down my legs and my soaked, ruined panties. Catching my breath, I give him some space.

“If something happens to me, I need you to stay at Granger’s until I come back.” He zips up his pants and walks over to the window, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. My stomach flips and I think I might throw up.

“What?” My voice sounds way calmer than I feel. All my happiness just flew out the door.

“Exactly what I said.” The flick of his lighter makes me jump.

“Okay.” I push myself off the wall, force my legs to work, and walk into the bathroom. Leaning against the door, I try to catch my breath. What do I do? Clearly things are not good, probably illegal, and I’m completely out of my element.

When I close my eyes, suddenly it’s all clear. I don’t care what happens as long as he stays alive. Anything as long as he comes back to me.

“Okay.” Stepping over to the sink, I slip off my underwear. Though I need a shower, I like his smell on me.

Branded.

I turn on the sink and almost do a double take at the vision that stares back, and it’s not because I haven’t gotten used to the red hair. It’s my eyes. I lean forward and really look at myself.

“Unrecognizable.” I smile. My cheeks are flushed, my neck has a bite mark, and my eyes… my eyes are fearless. For the first time in my life, everything is simple, and all I need is for this man to stay alive.

After washing my hands, I clean myself up and grab some clear lip gloss to slather on. When I walk out, he stands smoking by the window, looking down at whatever is happening.

His arm drapes around me as I approach, bringing me to his chest. Closing my eyes, I let myself have this moment.

All the madness can happen later. This second, it’s all about us and the smoke he inhales wrapping around us like a bow on a present.

“You ready to go down there?” He puts his cigarette to my lips, and I inhale while watching people jump into the pool.

“Why not?” I smirk, looking up at him.

He glances down at me, puts the cigarette back in his mouth, and winks.

Winks.

My heart skips when he takes my hand, and I try to breathe normally. My emotions consume me. As we walk down the stairs, his hand possessively holding mine, I don’t even care what these people think of me anymore. Weaving in and out, he moves us around bikers, until the hot morning sun beats down on us, making me wish I had sunglasses.

Blade and Edge look over at us as we approach but keep talking. The music is loud, and I can smell smoke from the barbecue, but other than the onslaught of noise and black leather with a lot of scantily dressed women, it’s just a party.