Captivate Me (32 page)

“Oh, God,” Bella cries out as I thrust deep inside her body, bottoming out. I’m planted so deep inside her, and I want to stay there for days.

I grip her hips and hold her to me. That fine ass is begging to be slapped, spanked, and tortured, but I’m too far gone.

With one hand, I trail up her spine and lace my fingers through her hair. I yank her head so her back is to my chest and her exposed neck is there for my assault. She yelps as the thrusts become harder.

My lips capture her skin, and I suck and bite, feeling the thump of her pulse with each movement I make.

She grips my leg as she screams out, “Buzz, please.”

“Do you want to come, Bella?” I ask, tugging her hair.

“Yes, please, Buzz,” she pleads. I love the way the words come to her lips.

“Not yet.”

She groans, and I reach around and tweak her nipple hard, twisting and rolling it as she whimpers.

“I can’t,” she says, on the verge, but I’m not ready for her to go over. She should be. I’ve kept her here for the last fifteen minutes, giving then taking away, not letting her have her full release, knowing when she does, she will be left breathless.

“Yes, you can.” I punctuate each word with a thrust.

“No!” she cries out, and her pussy clamps tight around me.

After giving her nipple another tug, I reach around to her pussy and start rubbing it hard and fast, making sure her clit is fully exposed to me.

“Now,” I command, and with two more flicks to her clit, she explodes, capturing me in her grip so tightly I can’t fight my own orgasm.

My balls draw up as I continue my pace, even as my cock explodes inside my woman.

I ride her out as her breaths become nonexistent and her screams fill the room. Best damn sound ever.

We fall to the bed in a tangle of limbs, and I pull my cock from her body only long enough to turn her and hold her in my arms. Then I slide back inside. I want to be connected to her in every way possible.

She opens her beautiful eyes as her body heaves for breath.

I brush her hair away from her face and stare at my woman, the woman I might not have come home to.

“Love you,” I whisper then kiss her lips softly.

“Love you,” she says back, trying to catch her breath.

“After everything we’ve been through, this right here is everything,” I tell her honestly and see a tear well in her eye.

“Baby—”

“I mean it. I want you wearing my rag.”

Her breath hitches.

“Told you, no going back, only forward to a future we both deserve.”

Tears fall from her eyes. “I’m your ol’ lady,” she says softly with a smile.

“Yeah, babe. Now and forever. It’s time we ride free.”

“I can get it myself!” Shaina screeches at me, her frustration getting the better of her.

Using her walker, she makes her way over to the counter and grabs the lotion. She holds it in her hand in contemplation. She has no basket or anything to hold it in; that was why I told her I’d get it for her. Big mistake.

Over the last month, she’s grown by leaps and bounds. She’s working hard to get her one foot to work right. Most of the time, she uses crutches, but when we are alone, she uses her walker for more stability.

She tucks the lotion between her breasts and lifts her head to smile at me, pride oozing from her.

“I did it,” she says, coming to the bed as I sit.

“Yeah, ya did. So stop being a pain in the ass and let me rub it on your feet.”

Her glare is cute, but I ignore it as she sits next to me.

“You need to be careful,” she tells me.

I want to laugh. While I’m still healing, nothing could stop me from taking care of my woman.

“I will,” I placate her.

She pulls her legs up then sets her feet on my lap. “I don’t want you tearing anything,” she reminds me unnecessarily.

We’re both protective of one another to a degree that is so off the charts it’s unreal. Our eyes barely leave each other’s, and I’ve kept her as close to me as possible since she got out of the hospital. I love her gaze on me, watchful and ready. I’m not sure what my little pixie of a woman would do, but I wouldn’t change a damn thing about it.

I squirt the lotion onto my palms then knead her foot. Feeling the pull in my chest, I adjust a bit.

“Need to ask you somethin’.” It’s been on my mind since the moment I came to. I need to ask.

“Anything,” she responds immediately.

“Did you think of not comin’ back to me? Ya know, when we talked.”

Her brows pinch together and then relax. “That was weird stuff. I can’t believe I remember it so clearly. I could even smell the cigarettes on my father. The whole thing could’ve been on those shows where people talk to the dead or something.”

While she’s correct, she’s getting off the subject here.

“Shaina.” I squeeze her foot just a bit more.

“There was a moment when I wanted to be with my dad, to have that connection I didn’t get here … to be the daughter he deserved.”

Her words slice through me like a blade. Her not coming back to me was not an option. She had to.

She reaches over and grabs my shoulder, sitting up a little farther in the bed. “I couldn’t leave you, Breaker. We have something that I didn’t think I could have after what those men took from me. I love you. There was no other choice for me.”

I drop her foot and move quickly yet carefully up to her. My lips connect with hers in a sweet as hell kiss that my cock wants to make hotter, but I refrain. We’re getting there, but both of us are still working on becoming one hundred percent.

I pull away and look into her eyes. “Know I’m broken. Know you’ve got shit in your head, but you’re the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Tears form in her eyes. “Best damn thing for me, too.”

“I’m havin’ your rag made.”

Her eyes grow wide.

“Don’t act surprised. I told you this is happenin’.”

“I know. It’s just … we were …”

I squeeze her foot. “We’re here. Alive. That’s all that matters.”

“Love you,” she tells me, and my heart grows.

“Love you, too. Always and forever.”

I stand with Ma against me, my arm wrapped around her as I look out over my club. Brothers, sisters, my kids, grandkid … family—that’s what Ravage is. That’s what it’s always been. That’s what it always will be.

We lost too many, and the thought of that crushes me.

We’ve also gained new women who make my brothers happy, and that’s all I want for all of them: to be happy, to be loved.

For us to RIDE FREE.

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She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and other romance-based genres. Whether it’s bikers, wolf-shifters, mafia, etc., Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn.

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