Dirty Salvation (Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga Book 1)

by V. Theia

  "If this is how one conversation with my parents works you up I might be worried, biker man." hands spanned her waist, he held her down tight on his cock making her work herself on him, drawing him deeper. The feeling was exquisite.

  Faster. Harder. Panting breathes mingled.

  "Rider ... will I fit in with your club way of life?"

  He blinked and craned his neck back. Kept her working his thick length, the pleasure was already coming fast and thick, crawling through her body, she moaned, dipped her head, panted with her forehead against his shoulder, the chair beneath them creaking its protest.

  “Short answer yes. Long answer fuckin' yes. Doubts, Icy?" He shoved up hard, she cried out in ecstasy.

  "No. I just want you to be sure, not to regret anything. It was always you, Rider, from the first time I saw you all cocky and gorgeous fucking me with your eyes, and then after that, as if no time had passed at all it was still you. For me I am sure. I mean everything is calm now, normal. What if it goes wrong? You allowed me to be broken, didn't try to fix me. You just let me breathe. It seems too good to be true and I don’t want to screw it up. I need you so much and I… I’m not exactly biker-bitch material if you haven’t noticed. I wear Disney socks for god's sake."

  Rider smiled, touched lips to her nose before licking her lower lip, catching it in his teeth. "Icy. Baby. You’re perfect as you are. Like this sexy shy as fuck flower in desperate need of water. These months, I watched you blossom in a way that was really fucking beautiful to see, made me want you even more. My strong capable girl. So proud of you. And you’re a fuckin’ perfect old lady for me. I don’t know why you trusted me with all your shattered parts, someone like me being loved by someone like you, never happen in real life, or it never did before, I won the outlaw lotto, but I’m damn sure I’m gonna do all I can to show you what that means to me, Icy, every day you need it. And you ask if it's you who is good enough for this club ... baby, it's me who should be thankin’ fuckin’ god right now. I need you right back. Never doubt it. It's a burn in my chest how bad I need you. I want you more than I wanted anything before."

  Pink bloomed over her face. That lovely flush of heat and love. "I love you, Ambrosio." She circled her hips, planting his cock ever deeper, wanting to keep him there.

  "Thank fuck for that. Now shut up and kiss your man and fuck me to the finish."

  "God, I really do love you." she laughed, their mouths meeting in the middle, and she did just that.

  To breathe again was a wondrous feeling for a girl who had stopped living three years ago.

  Loving can heal and mend your soul, so freaking much and with the unlikeliest of people, who would put together a boring academic girl whose former idea of a good time was buying two pints of vanilla ice cream, with a notorious hardass stubborn outlaw and figure the love they’d have for one another would eclipse all else? Day by day, week on week her heart had opened to Rider, she’d become to know this great bad man for everything he was and striving to be, it wasn’t easy being a president of outlaws, call her biased but Zara thought he was the best president she’d even seen, amid her nightmares she’d let in a good person, a true person, and did the unimaginable by trusting him and was rewarded by that gift with one of her own in return, it was the salve that righted so many wrongs.

  Simple love was funny like that. When you least expected, it healed wounds, it gave and it enriched.

  "So ... Is this our story over, biker-man? I mean, now you hooked me into your dirty web and all." It was later, after more sex and a great honking pizza the size of a Buick, Rider rode them to the compound to finish up some paperwork, it was never an off day for the president. Her arm around his waist, he’d just parked his bike and they were headed towards the clubhouse entrance.

  "Over? you kidding, Icy? this is day fuckin' one. I got a lot more dirtyin’ to do yet. I’ve been takin’ it easy on you," his lips were smiling when they came down to hers and they kissed for a long time until her mouth was beautifully swollen, her fingers clenched on the sleeve of his long undershirt. Giving his nose a little nuzzle with hers, Zara's smile was equally satisfied, after all she was in love with a big badass biker man and he was just as crazy about her.

  "We have a lot of in between days to make up for. I intend to collect. I hope your old bones can take it. I have a biker thirst.”

  He growled low in his throat at her challenge. That noise could turn her on faster than anything. It reflected in the heated look in the depths of blue. He’d take everything she had and more, that was a given.

  “All I'm hearin' is we're gonna be havin' a lot of fuckin' sex. I'm ready, baby. Test me. Work me out good and hard, live on my cock, I got what you need anytime you want it, just climb me. I’m yours to use." he grasped a gentle loving hand around the back of her nape, fingers working up into her hair until she was drawn as deeply into his hard body as was physically possibly for two people and not be fused together. "You ready, Icy?" he ground his cock against her as if he could dry hump his way through their layers of clothes and sink inside her.

  Oh yeah, her Ambrosio was so ready to get to that making up part.

  All around them engines roared to life as club members rode off to their homes, out for runs, or to have some fun. Each of them loyal and pledged to Rider and Zara was grateful these wonderful crazy outlaws with their own set of rules and a sliding scale of morals had her man’s back in times of good and bad.

  In front of everyone, he'd declared Zara his old lady. A risk for an outsider not used to their world. Was she now a biker queen? she could see a new slogan T-shirt in her near future. For now, she extended up on the very tips of her toes to reach Rider's mouth with a little help from her man as he bent down at the same time, peppering him with kisses, arms held on his shoulders, she felt light and free.

  So free.

  Giving her love to him was never the noose she imagined, he was never going to hold her back from whatever she wanted out of life. Rather, Rider would be at her side.

  Her biggest champion. Her greatest love.

  "I love you, Ambrosio Marinos, today, yesterday and all the days in between and to come. Yes, yes, I am absolutely ready." his laugh hitched her up to his body, legs wrapped around his lean waist, Zara was so light-hearted she felt wild with it and wanted to show her man in every way possible what he meant to her. "Take me inside and then take just me again and again." she issued.

  If this was a Disney story, she mused simultaneously as Rider marched them towards the door, it would be happy ever after instantly, it felt like it as happiness fizzed through her veins, being carried like Cinderella by her own prince charming. Only, Rider was no Prince and this was a disreputable MC with lovable rogues. She rather preferred her badass biker man to any fairy-tale. And as he’d said, their story was far from over.

  Maybe over time her priorities and goals had changed and that was a natural progression of life.

  Each stumble had led her right here.

  Life was progression, sometimes you didn't see the roadblocks in your way until you crashed into them, or in Zara's case they crashed into her, but that didn't mean she'd ended up in a place she hated. The opposite, in fact, she was where she'd always wanted to be, it had just taken a lot of time and soul breaking to realize she was in her place with her person to do a helluva lot of living now. She didn't need an adventurous life, though she knew she would get that every single day with her bad biker man, she didn't want riches, she was already beyond rich with the love of a great man and growing friendships with people she was closer to that her own blood, and she didn't need nor want her old life that had been mapped out for her since she was little more than a teenager.

  In someone else's eyes her life might not seem perfect or ideal, but to Zara Freeze, she was never happier than in that one beat of a moment wrapped around Rider sensing she was loved without reason or measurement and boy, that was a gorgeous feeling.

  Her soul was calm, no longer turbulent, she was no longer afr
aid of what would come, instead she was filled with joy and excitement, eager to reach the day after and the one after that.

  Now she belonged in the MC, and them to her.

  Every day would be challenging.

  She grinned at Rider as he dropped her down to her feet outside of the entryway, her belly flipping over as his hand grasped hers, he was always so impatient, god, let him please be always this impatient to want to touch me.

  Uncle Jed was making margarita's specially for Zara and if she wasn't careful the whole jug would be gone by the time she got inside, those bikers might take the piss about her frou-frou drinks being in a men's MC bar but it never stopped them chugging them back either.

  A slide of his hand under her hair to rest at the nape of her neck reminded Zara of who was right there, always. She adored him. Completely.

  "You're smilin' again, baby." the grin in his voice.

  "I'm happy."

  "Glad. Really fuckin' glad."

  "Are you happy, my bad biker man?"

  He pressed her into the wall swiftly. Pressed in and smiled that wickedness she knew he was capable of. The smile that promised a lot of dirty. "You gonna make me talk about feelings?"

  "Only if you don't answer."

  "Got you and my club, baby. I'm happy."

  It reflected in his eyes. The admission further warmed her insides and she gave his hand a little squeeze.

  "Hey, Icy-girl?"

  "Yeah, Ambrosio?"

  He held the door open for her, the noise of the MC greeting them. As she figured, she could see three dirty rats sat at the bar hunched over the girlie shaped long cocktail glasses they supposedly hated, she chuckled and almost didn't hear Rider ask in that rough timber she loved so much.

  "How you feel about havin' kids with me someday? We’ll take a whole brood home to Boston for your folks to spoil like brats, that should appease ‘em."

  Zara blinked. Completely stalled in her step. Had he said...? he had. He was grinning like it was no big deal at all. Like one of those crazy clown people.

  This was big. Huge. Colossal. It was life and someday it would be them.

  Kids. He wanted kids with her. Wow.

  Oh, Rider. Her bad biker man never ceased to amaze her every single day.

  And maybe when she'd recovered from that shock and could breathe again she'd give the answer he so obviously wanted.

  Little badass biker babies with his beautiful eyes and enormous heart. Sounded right to her.

  "Come on. Let's get you drunk on those girlie fuckin' drinks so I can take advantage of you," he ushered her inside, his light whiskey tone did things to Zara to make her feel good, his hand slid to her butt, blue eyes twinkling like he knew he was always going to take the feet out from under her.

  Such a bad man.

  Her bad man and she wouldn't have Rider any other way.

  Her girl Cinderella only wanted a pair of new shoes and ended up a princess.

  Forget the white knight.

  She had a badass biker man.

  Her salvation came without a glass slipper.

  So much better. Because he was dirty through and through.

  THE END.

  Coming next: Preacher Man. (#2 Renegade Souls MC Romance Saga)

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