Riggs (The Kings of Retribution MC, Louisiana Chapter Book 1)

by Crystal Daniels

  I reach between our bodies and take his heavy cock in my hand. Without breaking eye contact, I guide him inside me. Riggs' nostrils flare the second the tip kisses my entrance. Placing my hands on his shoulder, I slowly sink down, taking his girth one inch at a time. The fit is so tight I stop midway to take a deep breath. With a roll of my hips, I take him the rest of the way. Once I'm fully seated, I release the breath I was holding and relish the feeling of being so full.

  With my hands still clenched to Riggs' shoulders and his still gripping my hips, I start to move, keeping my rhythm slow because I want the moment to last. Oh, that feels so good. Desperate to feel his body on mine, I press my breasts against his sweaty chest and thread my fingers through his damp hair as he buries his face in my neck. Riggs bites down on the space just below my ear, and I suck in a sharp breath at the slight pinch of pain. I swear it makes me wetter, and my center clenches around his cock. At this point, I have no control over the noises that escape my mouth. Riggs being inside me feels too good. Just as my orgasm starts to build, I'm flipped on my back with Riggs hovering above me, making a noise of protest when he slips out from inside me. I look down between us at his heavy cock glistening with my arousal as he sits back on his heels, grabs me under my knees, and pulls my bottom to rest on top of his thighs. Grabbing hold of my hips with both hands, Riggs surges forward. He begins thrusting with so much force, I have no choice but to reach over my head and brace my palms against the side of the truck. This man has completely and utterly hypnotized me. His heated stare has me in a trance. Riggs becomes more commanding as he continues to thrust above me while the hot, humid air causes sweat to drip from his body onto mine. When my orgasm starts to build once again, he releases his hold on my hips, leans his body over mine, and wraps his large hands over the rail of the truck bed. The veins in his arm pulse as he drills into me with abandon. Suddenly, out of nowhere, white flashes of light burst behind my eyelids as my orgasm crashes through me. When my center clamps around Riggs' cock, he throws his head back. I watch the chords in his neck pulse as he chases his own release.

  The following morning Riggs and I are sitting on the terrace while he drinks coffee and I paint. I've been lost in my head for hours, and Riggs has been content just watching me. The once blank canvas in front of me now carries the memory of one of the best moments of my life. Dipping the brush in black paint, I place my signature at the bottom right corner of the painting along with the words Lovers Bayou.

  Setting the brush down, I pick up my mug and take a sip of coffee while looking out over Bourbon Street. After we made love last night, Riggs told me about Neil. I'll admit afterward I completely shut down. I listened to what details he knew, but I haven't talked to him since we left the lake. The same goes for this morning. We've been sitting outside on the terrace for two hours, and neither of us has communicated one word. I know Riggs senses I'm trying to wrap my head around the newfound information, and I appreciate him not pushing. The last thing he told me last night before dropping the subject was that Neil said he was staying in New Orleans for as long as it took for me to come to terms with the situation. Riggs said he is anxious to talk with me but will wait until I am comfortable doing so. My feelings are a mixture of sadness, anger, and disbelief. I'm angry because I was robbed of the childhood I desperately wanted, but a part of me doesn't believe any of this is true; that I have a dad. One who wanted me all along. Oh, how I wish I could talk to my only friend back in Arizona. Jade is the one person beside Riggs I have ever confided my story too. I make a mental note to ask Riggs if I can get in touch with her. I miss my friend.

  Sighing, I set my cup down on the table beside me. I need to get out of my head and face the fact that my current situation is not going away. I also need to stop thinking I'm the only one reeling from the revelation. There is a man out there who up until yesterday had no idea I existed. I can't imagine what he's going through. Looking over at Riggs, I find his eyes still on me; watching and waiting. Letting out a deep sigh, I tell him, "I'm ready to talk to him."

  An hour later, we walk through the door of the clubhouse to find Neil sitting on the sofa. When the other men in the room catch sight of us, they clear out, leaving just the three of us. Neil stands from the sofa but doesn't make a move. Some of my tough exterior breaks when I see the look of pure anguish on his face. Taking a deep breath, I make my way to where he's standing, stopping two feet in front of him. Neil Bryant is well over 6 ft tall with brown hair and a touch of graying at the temples with a military-style haircut. I take in his face, which looks as if it's been a few days since he's shaved. I study his features trying to find some similarities but find none; that is until my eyes lock on his and I gasp bringing my hand to my mouth because I'm looking into a pair of violet eyes; ones that mirror my own.

  With my hands shaking, I turn to Riggs. "Will you stay with me?"

  Riggs answers while speaking out loud for Neil to hear my question and his response. "I'm not going anywhere, baby."

  I turn back to Neil. "Do you know ASL?"

  With his face full of regret, he shakes his head no. I glance back at Riggs who nods letting me know he'll translate. Neil and I take a seat on the sofa while Riggs settles in the chair across from us. I look awkwardly at Neil, not knowing where to start. Thankfully he's the first to speak. "Do you have any questions for me?"

  I nod. "Will you be willing to take a paternity test to confirm you are my father?"

  "Of course. Though I am certain you are my daughter, I have no problem submitting to the test if that's what you need."

  "Riggs told me you grew up in the same town as my mother. That you went to the same high school?"

  "We did. Although, I didn't get to know Amelia until I was home on leave when I was twenty-four, and she was twenty. Your mom and I spent a couple of months together. I fell in love with her at that time."

  "So, you had no idea she was pregnant with me?"

  "None. I begged Amelia to stay in contact with me. I even called and emailed any chance I got. I didn't get a response. I want you to know I loved your mom more than anything. I wanted to marry her. I regret not telling her that before I left. To this day, I have no clue why she chose not to speak to me again."

  "When you went to her father, he didn't tell you she was pregnant or had a baby?"

  "No. He informed me your mother was dead and slammed the door in my face."

  "Did you try to find out what happened to her?"

  With a clenched jaw, Neil shakes his head. "I'll never forgive myself for not finding out. Had I done so, I could have easily found she had a baby, and you would have been mine. I'm so fucking sorry, Luna. I have no words to express how sorry I am." By the look on Neil's face and his red-rimmed eyes, I don't doubt the sincerity of his words. I have two choices here. I can choose to be angry at the mistakes made or decide to move on. If Neil is, in fact, my dad, I'd like very much to get to know him and his family. At that thought, I'm quick to ask. "Are you married? Do you have children?"

  "No. I've never married, and I don't have any children. You do have a grandmother and a grandfather who are excited to meet you, though."

  "You told your parents about me already? We don't even know for sure if I'm your daughter."

  "You're my daughter, Luna. Not only do you look just like Amelia, and have my eyes, but she gave you my mother's name."

  I swallow past the lump in my throat. "What?"

  "It's true. Luna is my mother's name. Amelia grew up without her mother. The first time she met mine, she said if she had her mother in her life, she wished she would have been like mine. I may never find out why Amelia chose to keep her pregnancy from me, but her giving our daughter my mother's name tells me she cared for me as much as I did for her and she loved you. I have no doubt your mother loved you with all her heart, Luna."

  By the time Neil is finished telling me about my name, I can no longer hold back the tears and Riggs is immediately by my side, pulling me into his arms. "You okay, baby?" he
asks, then swipes the tears away with the pad of his thumb.

  "I'm okay. It's just a lot to take in is all." I turn to Neil. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess."

  He shakes his head. "There's nothing to be sorry for."

  "How about we put this chat on hold for now. Take a breather," Riggs suggests. Neil and I agree. We have all the time in the world to get to know each other.

  Just then something over my shoulder gains Riggs' attention, and I turn to see Nova standing by the front door of the clubhouse with a woman. I look to Riggs to see what's going on. "This is Dr. Teagan. She's going to handle the DNA test."

  Dr. Teagan is a beautiful blonde woman wearing a burgundy pencil skirt, cream-colored button-down blouse, and four-inch leopard print heels. Coming to stand in front of Neil, she offers a warm smile. "The test is simple. I'm going to take what looks like a large Q-tip and swab the inside of your cheek," she explains, holding up the swab. I nod. Seems simple enough. I watch as Dr. Teagan swabs the inside of Neil's mouth before she places it in a tube. She then repeats the process on me. "That's it." She packs her things away in her bag. "I'll put a rush on the test. We will know the results in a day or two." Slinging her bag over her shoulder, Dr. Teagan leaves the clubhouse with Nova's hand on her ass.

  I turn to Riggs. "Is she his girlfriend?" He gives me an exasperated look. "No. They have a casual thing going on. Same goes for the principal at his daughter’s school, the woman who owns the boutique two blocks over and the tarot card reader who sets up shop on the corner of Bourbon Street."

  "I'm beginning to see why you guys call him Nova."

  Chapter Fifteen

  Riggs

  It's Sunday morning. Luna is still in the bedroom, getting dressed, while I whip up some breakfast. Pouring batter into the waffle iron, I close the lid, and turn back toward the stovetop and tend to the strips of bacon sizzling in the frying pan. I'm taking her to the indoor shooting range today, but she doesn't know that yet.

  Hearing bare feet pad across the living room floor, I look up from my task and see Luna's smiling face heading my way. Turning the burner off, I scoop the bacon from the pan, placing them on a plate lined with paper towels to soak up the excess grease and set the plate to the side on the counter. Rounding the small kitchen island, I pull her body into mine. She's wearing cutoff jeans with an off the shoulder shirt, paired with a pair of brown loosely laced combat boots. "You look beautiful, Mon Tresor." Bending I kiss the shallow of her neck and feel her skin prickle from my touch. Looking at me, she runs her fingers through my beard, before wrapping her fingers around it, pulling my lips to hers, kissing me. My body reacts. Grabbing her ass, I knead her flesh as my tongue dances with hers. I'll never get enough of kissing this woman — my woman.

  When the kiss ends, Luna's eyes twinkle with mischief as she runs her fingers along the length of my cock, causing me to hiss. "Careful woman," I raise a brow, warning her.

  She smirks. Her hands come between us as she tells me, "or what?" Luna pretends innocence.

  "Lose the shorts," I order. I watch as Luna unfastens the button of her shorts, and slowly slides the zipper down. She removes her panties along with them, letting both articles of clothing slide down her legs to the floor. Lifting her, I sit her on top of the kitchen island. Bringing her to the edge, I spread her legs. Fuck. She's already ready for me. With the pad of my thumb, I circle her clit. Throwing her head back, she moans. Leaning forward, Luna hooks her thumbs into the waistband of my joggers, pushing them down over my hips and ass, until my cock springs free. And fuck I damn near explode when she wraps her hand around it and rubs her clit with the head of my dick, using me to pleasure herself. For a moment, all I do is watch. My woman is a little dirty, and I fucking love it.

  Without warning, I take control and slowly bury my length inside her. With Luna's hands on my shoulders, she looks between us, watching as I fuck her. Reaching down, I circle her clit and feel her walls tighten around my cock as her orgasm rips through her body, causing me to explode with my release. Dipping her head, Luna runs her soft lips along the side of my neck, nipping at my flesh a few times before I capture her mouth with mine. This woman fucking owns me.

  After our pre-breakfast workout, I finish preparing our food. "Let's sit out on the balcony and enjoy our meal." I sign, then rest my forehead against hers for a moment. My hands run up and down her arms. I still can't believe she's mine. Softly kissing the top of her head, I step around her. Going to the refrigerator, Luna grabs the orange juice from the shelf. Taking down two glasses from the cabinet, she fills them, places the juice back in the refrigerator, and carries our drinks outside. After preparing our plates, I grab some forks from inside the dishwasher and join my woman.

  There's a warm breeze this morning, and a heaviness in the air. Sitting across from Luna, I watch her place the first bite in her mouth. She doesn't shy away from enjoying her food, which is another thing I love about her. There it is again. Love. Never thought I'd find myself falling in love, yet here I am, aching to spend the rest of my life with the woman in front of me. The sun rising behind her, casts a golden halo around her long blonde hair. Raising her fork to her mouth with another bite of waffle, Luna catches me staring at her. Her head tilts to the side, and she smiles. Luna smiles because she knows. Her free hand skirts across the table and she hooks her pinky with mine, and we say nothing.

  Hearing my phone ringing from inside, I reluctantly break our connection and sign, "I'll be right back." Walking inside, I grab my phone from the charging pad and answer. "How's it going, Fender?"

  "How's it going, Prez? Listen, I'm about to send Track down to the gun range to set shit up. You have a specific piece of equipment you'd like your woman to practice with? If so, I'll make sure everything is ready to go when we get there," Fender says.

  Turning, I stroll back outside. "Yeah, get her a small handgun. She needs something that will fit her hand comfortably and won't give her much kickback," I tell him.

  "Good choice. Alright, brother. The rest of us men will meet you two down there in a couple of hours." Fender disconnects the call, and I set the phone down on the table beside my plate and take my seat.

  "Everything okay?" Luna questions.

  "Yeah, babe. Everything is fine. I'm taking you to the shooting range with me and the guys today," I sign.

  "Oh yeah? Do you practice often?" she asks, then takes a sip of her juice.

  "The guys and I go every weekend. You're learning how to use a firearm today as well," I add, and her eyes widen.

  "Me?"

  I eat a few bites of my breakfast before explaining further. "It's important you know how to defend yourself." I expect Luna to argue, but she surprises me.

  "Okay," she agrees.

  A couple of hours later, I have my woman, on the back of my bike, pressed firmly against my back, with my free hand stroking her calf as we cruise down the city streets of New Orleans. When Luna and I roll up in the parking lot of Kings Tactical, we find Wick, Fender, and Kiwi standing next to their bikes laughing as they shoot the shit with one another. I pull my bike alongside the others, put the kickstand down, and turn off the engine. Wick walks up.

  "Hey, brother." He faces Luna. "Luna," he nods.

  "What the hell you three doin' standing out here in this inferno?" I ask as the heat of the sun beats down on my back.

  "The three of us were at the clubhouse this morning, so we rode in together. Just got here a few minutes before you pulled in. You that eager for me to whip your ass at target practice?" Wick grins, as I help Luna off the bike.

  "We wait long enough, they'll start comparing dick sizes too," Kiwi laughs. He isn't wrong. Wick and I get competitive with one another. I laugh along with them, then pull my woman to my side. She looks at me and smiles.

  "You ready, babe?" I ask.

  "Yeah. I'm kind of excited."

  I grin. Grabbing her face in the palm of my hands, I crash my mouth down on hers, leaving her breathless and my heart pounding. Hearing throats
clear, I remember we are not alone, and Luna blushes. Taking her by the hand, I lead her through the store toward the entrance of the shooting range found in the second half of the large building. Fender pulls the heavy door open. We enter a lit room protected by bulletproof glass and reinforced walls that separates us from the shooting range on the other side. "Fender, didn't you send Track down here to get shit set up?" I look around noticing the tables in the room are empty of supplies and the range is cloaked in darkness.

  "You saw his bike sitting out front, Prez. Maybe he's in the supply room." Fender looks puzzled. Wick opens the door to the range and flips the switches on the wall. One by one, the ten separated cubicles light up followed by the range out in front of us. Luna's grip on my hand tightens to the point her nails are digging into my flesh. Undeniable fear crosses her face when I look at her. Her eyes locked dead ahead with tears pooling in them. Turning my head, I follow her line of sight. Down at the far end of lane ten, hangs the unmoving body of Track. "Kiwi, get Luna out of here and into the safe room. Now!" Rage burns in my gut. Stepping in front of her, I block Luna from seeing more as Fender and Wick rush to our brother. "Baby," I grab her face making her pay attention. "Go with Kiwi." She frantically shakes her head no. "Luna," I sign, being firmer with my movements. "Go." Kiwi quickly guides her down the hallway, to the built-in safe room we had put in when we built the place. Always be prepared for anything. Right?