Page 74 of The Riders’ Reign

“Yes, yes. I want it.”

He slides out then drives back in. My spine arches from the bed and a cry bursts from my throat. His expression is fierce. His hands cup my face as he stares down at me. Then he seems to lose control and buries his lips against my neck and shoulder, kissing and nipping my skin as he pounds inside me.

I dig my heels into the hard muscles of his ass and claw my nails into his back and shoulders.

The noises escaping my lips don’t sound like me at all. They’re animalistic, primal, and I feel like I’ve lost complete control of myself. It doesn’t even matter because I know I’m with Jack. He’s the man I’ve always felt the safest with, and now he’s all mine.

He reaches between us to find my clit and applies pressure as he fucks me. I’m so close, I think I might lose my mind.

“I’m almost there,” I tell him, barely able to speak. “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” My pussy pulses, and my climax breaks over me. “Oh, God, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

“Aaah, fuck,” Jack roars.

His hips slam into mine, and he holds himself deep. I feel his cock jerking inside me, stream after stream of cum pumping from his slit. My pussy ripples and flutters along his length, drawing him deeper, urging him on. My entire body shudders, and stars appear in my vision as waves of bliss roll through me again and again.

Finally, we slump together, until he carefully lifts his weight from me and moves to the side. Not wanting to be apart from him for even a second, I curl up into his chest and look up at him.

“Was that okay?” I’m conscious of his injuries. “It didn’t hurt you?”

He grins down at me. “Baby-girl, if that was pain, you hurt me so good.”

I giggle. “You hurt me good, too. Welcome home, Jack.”

33

ACE

I sneak out to the barn, looking left and right to make sure no one is watching. The box full of vegetation I’m carrying would give the game away to anyone who knows what porcupines eat.

Hopefully, no one will look in the barn for my fugitive friend. The cats and kittens have been living here, undisturbed now, for some time, so hopefully all the other animals will be left alone, too. Not that the porcupine is anywhere near the kittens. That wouldn’t be safe at all. No, it’s in a separate part of the barn where it can’t cause any harm.

I stop at the porcupine pen first, to make sure he or she is recovering from the injuries it looks like it suffered after fighting with another porcupine. Then I clamber up into the hayloft to tend to the other animals. Once I’ve fed my growing menagerie, I climb down the ladder from the hayloft and bump smack into Ghost.

“You know,” he says all casual and smirky, “you could feed the snails to the porcupine. I’m sure they’d be a rare treat for it.”

“There’s no porcupine here. I got rid of it.” I hold his gaze unwaveringly. “Also, you’re thinking of armadillos. Porcupines are herbivores.”

“Of course.” His smirk just gets more annoying.

“So,” I change the subject, “I think we need to initiate Jack into our group.”

Ghost’s brows shoot up. “You want to initiate the prez into our… what? Sex club.”

“It’s not a fucking sex club. Don’t make it sordid. We all love her, and he does, too. I wasn’t talking about sex, although… yeah, sure, that, too. For now, though, how about we do something together? Just the five of us. Something fun.”

“Fun?” Ghost chews his cheek as if he doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.

Honestly, I don’t think he does.

“Yeah, fun. You know, happy-happy times. Fun and laughter. Joy. A feeling of amusement and enjoyment.”

“I know what the word means.” He huffs out an annoyed breath.

“Do you, though?”

He grinds his teeth. “Ace, do you want the prez to know you’ve got the armadillo in there?”

“It’s a fucking porcupine, and it’s a good idea.”