Sins of the Father: A Second Chance Sci-Fi Alien Time Travel Romance (Ravage Riders MC #1)

by Nikki Landis

  His naughty words combined with the consistent thrusting of his hips and the motion of his fingers circling my clit until I couldn’t contain the burst of pleasure that flooded my body. I released a tidal wave of ecstasy that jerked my body against his hard frame, my head buzzing with the aftershocks.

  “Peter!” I cried out, gripping his back with my nails and flooding him with my juices as I felt the sheets dampen beneath me.

  “Rae,” he moaned loudly, plunging hard and fast another few times until he roared his climax, pumping several times more before slipping out of me and collapsing on his side. His mouth caught mine in a fierce kiss as he pulled me close, “My Rae.”

  In his embrace I yawned, fully sated and content to lay in his arms and never leave.

  “I love you my Rae. I never stopped,” he murmured, placing a kiss on my forehead. “It’s you and me. This thing between us, it’s forever and always.”

  “I know Pete, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

  “Good,” he whispered, holding tighter. “Sleep baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

  Chapter 39

  Waking up to Rae the next morning was the most amazing experience I’ve had in a good many years. Her soft skin was pressed against mine, her naked body and soft curves molding to my hard frame in a way that filled my head with lust and woke up my dick. Painfully hard in seconds I nearly groaned when she pressed her cute little ass closer, right into my groin.

  Down boy, I thought, you’ll get action soon enough.

  Now that she was in my arms I wasn’t letting her go anytime soon. I hadn’t had nearly enough of her tight pussy yet and planned on keeping her in this bed as long as she would let me. She was going to be sore, but somehow I didn’t think she would mind.

  “You awake?” she mumbled, her voice throaty and sexy as hell from sleep.

  “Yeah, baby. You woke up my dick already.”

  “Peter!” she admonished, and I laughed. Shocking her was my new favorite pastime.

  “What? Did you think I wouldn’t wake up and want you right away?”

  She shook her head but smiled, “You haven’t changed.”

  “Nope and I don’t plan on it either,” a wicked grin spread across my lips. “I’d like to fuck you good and hard this morning before breakfast, then after breakfast in the shower up against the wall. After that, I want to spread your legs and –”

  She smacked me with a laugh, “You’re terrible.”

  She didn’t have any clue how serious I was, “That pussy is mine babe. You already agreed so now I’m just claiming ownership.” Logical, right?

  She tilted her pretty head to the side, her big chocolate brown eyes full of so much love that I swallowed hard, “I did say that, but the thing is my heart and my body are a package deal. You’re stuck with me now Peter Harding.”

  “I think I’m alright with that.”

  “You sure? I might be a big pain in the ass,” she smirked.

  “You’ve always been a big pain in the ass,” I reminded her as my hands lowered, gripping her tight little cheeks as I leaned in and kissed her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth.

  The sex was hot and heavy as a result, and we were both sweaty when I rolled off her, catching my breath. We lay there until our breathing returned to normal and then I sat up and pulled her into my lap, needing to touch her as much as possible. So many years apart had grown my hunger and need for her to such an extent I wasn’t sure there would ever be a day I didn’t want to keep her in the sheets twenty-four seven.

  Her head rested against my chest as my fingers brushed across her soft skin. She sat up suddenly a look of curiosity on her face, “When the hell did you get so big? You’re huge Pete, like pro wrestler big.” I tried to ignore the instant arousal she invoked in me the moment her fingertips trailed across my stomach, but my dick jumped to immediate attention anyway. Damn, I was ready again, that fast.

  I snickered, shaking my head. “I had to do something to pass the time without you,” I explained, brushing her hair past her ear. “And the only thing that worked was pushing myself and my limits. I spent every waking moment I could in the gym.” My lips lowered and swept across her own, whisper softly, “Nothing worked though. I was still tormented every single minute without you.”

  “Oh Pete, I never stopped missing you, every minute of every day.”

  I didn’t like to see her so sad, “None of that matters anymore baby. We’re together now.”

  Rae didn’t answer but sat up, her eyes roaming over my body. It wasn’t a look of lust or curiosity but anger and frustration.

  “So many scars,” she choked, and I winced at the raw emotion in her gaze. Her fingers swept across my muscles and dipped across my chest and abdomen, renewing my hunger to taste and fill her until I noticed she was counting each imperfection on my skin, “Fourteen.”

  When she lifted her chin, I flinched at the pain in her coffee-colored eyes.

  “It’s been a long five years,” I finally replied after the silence had stretched too long between us. She was the first to break eye contact when her head lowered to my neck and I felt the warm droplets of her tears drip onto my skin. “Hey,” I gulped, raising her chin, my voice catching. “No tears. The past doesn’t matter.”

  That statement wasn’t entirely true, like a double-edged sword it haunted and cut me from every angle, but that was entirely due to Rafe, Striker, both MCs, and our fathers’ past, including the sins they heaped down upon us long after Ron’s death and Mack’s exile. Now, with my brother – my brother, wow – things were more complex.

  “When did you get my name tattooed on your chest?” her soft question pulled me from my thoughts. I wondered why she hadn’t asked me the moment I pulled off my shirt last night. Her gaze had locked on it momentarily, but she never uttered a word.

  “The day after you left,” I admitted, leaning in to kiss her. “If I couldn’t have you at least I could carry you with me wherever I went.”

  “Pet, it’s gorgeous. I love it,” she gushed, placing her hand over my heart, the exact same spot as the heart that carried her name across it.

  My hand covered hers, gripping her fingers lightly, “I told you when you left, you and I are a forever thing.”

  She pressed her lips to mine and smiled, “Yeah, we are. I love you.”

  An easy and comfortable silence stretched between us as I held her, both my arms and my heart full.

  “What happened after that night? When we saw each other at Crazy Eights?”

  “I was arrested. You saw me. Remember?” I asked, brushing my lips across her jawline, loving the way her skin pebbled as she shivered. “I called your name, ready to tell you I still loved you until you turned away from me.” I didn’t mean for my voice to sound so hurt by that but I couldn’t mask it entirely.

  “I’m sorry Pete. I was angry and frightened, and I couldn’t believe they were arresting you after you were only trying to save me. So many emotions ran through me, seeing you after four agonizing years . . .” she sighed. “Pet, I’ve never stopped loving you. That night I was frustrated with myself because I knew I’d never be able to get over you –”

  I silenced her with a kiss, her next words didn’t matter.

  I almost asked her why she never visited me when I was incarcerated but decided that answer wasn’t important. It changed nothing.

  Laying her back on the sheets I parted her thighs and sank between them, dropping little kisses down her neck, pausing to nibble her earlobe until I moved slowly lower. “Damn baby, you have perfect tits.”

  “I don’t think you’ve paid enough attention to them. In fact, I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen nearly enough of your cock yet.”

  Hearing that pretty mouth and sweet tongue say those words had me groaning loudly in response.

  My rigid dick jumped in my pants.

  Her hand lowered to my waistband and slipped beneath the material to wrap around my hard cock.

  “Why don’t I take c
are of this for you?” She asked in a sultry voice.

  Fuck. I loved this woman.

  FOR THREE BLISSFUL days we spent every minute in each other’s arms. Rae called off for a few days from work, and I let my brothers know where I was. I was in no rush to leave her. In fact, I was taking her with me, and I didn’t care if she argued or tried to refuse. From this moment on Rae and I were living together. Mack’s house was in my name now, so we had a nice place to stay and raise a family once she was ready.

  Later that afternoon she hopped in the shower and I took a few minutes to put something together to surprise her. Damn, I was kind of sappy and cheesy with this shit but fuck I loved my girl, and she needed to know it.

  Rae’s jaw dropped when she walked into the bedroom about twenty minutes later. I immediately sensed her wide range of surging emotion – joy, surprise, desire – but most of all love. She was near glowing with happiness and my chest expanded with the knowledge that I put that smile on her face. Being together again was better than I ever could have dreamed.

  I stood in a pair of loose pants, shirtless and using that to my advantage. White candles lit up the room as I hit play on my phone and the soft melody of, “This Goes out to You” by Adelitas Way, filled the air. That song had broken my heart over and over again whenever I thought of her.

  I held out my hand, and she smiled accepting it with a tear-filled gaze. Holding her in my arms, I began to sing the lyrics, low and soft as we began to sway.

  “Baby if you only knew

  How much you amaze me.

  I wish that I could find the words

  For the love that you give me.

  But here's a song I dedicate to you.

  For every day that I went away,

  And all the times that I didn't say I love you.

  This goes out to you

  My love, my love.

  This goes out to you

  My love, my love.”

  “Oh Peter,” she whispered, as the tears slipped down her cheeks.

  I spun her out and back in again, bringing her close and placing a gentle kiss on her forehead before I continued, my voice joining the song again.

  “For every day that I went away,

  And all the times that I didn't say I love you.

  This goes out to you, my love, my love.

  For every day that I went away,

  And all the nights that I'd lay awake,

  'Cause every time that I didn't say I love you,

  This goes out to you

  My love, my love.”

  The song ended and restarted on repeat, but I didn’t sing it again. Instead, I held her and swayed to the music, dropped my mouth close to her ear and whispered my love, my devotion, and I poured my heart and soul into hers, filling her so completely with my words that I was certain she would never doubt my feelings for her again.

  “I love you, Rae. You’re my heart, now and forever baby.”

  Her fingers gripped my shirt tight and her breath stuttered as she replied, “I love you too, Peter.”

  Chapter 40

  “Oh God!” I blurted, sitting straight up in bed.

  “Was is it?” Peter asked, humored by my outburst.

  “We didn’t . . .” I paused and cleared my throat awkwardly as he rose a brow, “Pete we didn’t use any protection.”

  Nope, not for the last three days and it never occurred to me until now.

  “And?” he was watching my face, the corners of his sexy lips twitching in amusement.

  “This isn’t funny. What if you just got me pregnant?” I asked in indignation.

  He shrugged, “I might have.”

  I could feel the blush rising up and into my cheeks. “You don’t care?”

  Peter pulled me into his arms and laughed lightly, “Rae, honey, in my heart we’re already married. I haven’t been with anyone else.” He tilted my chin up until our eyes met, “I’d love to have babies with you.”

  I snorted, smirking at his comment, “You’d like to make babies you mean.”

  His loud guffaw echoed in the room, “I can’t deny that’s also true.”

  I rolled my eyes, “Peter, you’re awful.”

  “I disagree,” he answered as his warm lips trailed down my throat. “Only moments ago you were crying out my name in pleasure.”

  I blushed down to my roots, “Peter!”

  He laughed again and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, answering with his signature swagger, “Baby I’m yours, and you’re mine. When we have children I’ll be thrilled. I don’t care when it happens.”

  I frowned and sat up haughtily, “And when are you going to make me an honest woman?”

  He tilted his head to the side and rubbed the back of his neck in confusion, “Honest? What do you mean?”

  “Peter!” I screeched, smacking his shoulder, “That’s not funny.”

  He laughed hard at my expression and then pulled me close, his face suddenly serious, “Whenever you’ll have me, baby.”

  “Good. Then I’ll start planning a wedding,” I waited for him to disagree.

  He didn’t but his smile was naughty as he looked me up and down like a hungry animal spotting his prey, “I can’t wait for our wedding night.”

  I rolled my eyes, “Is it always about sex with you?”

  He shrugged, “My dick has a mind of his own. He wants you all the time I’m just trying to keep up with the demand.”

  Holy hell, he was ridiculous, and I loved it, “Uh huh.”

  He pulled me in close until I was crushed to his chest, “Move in with me Rae. Stay with me, always. I can’t, and I won’t go another day again without you.”

  “Alright,” I didn’t want to be apart either.

  “Pack a bag my love. You won’t be coming back here except to pick up the rest of your things. Actually, I’ll just have the MC move your shit into my house over the next few days. Anything you want to take, pack it now.”

  I kind of wanted to argue that he was deciding everything for me, but at the same time I liked it.

  We sat at the dining room table a few hours later after lunch, Peter pulling me into his lap. With my arms wrapped around his neck I felt safe and protected, loved and cherished. It was such a stark contrast to the last five years that I was sort of shell-shocked.

  “What are you thinking about baby?”

  I sighed, “Lots of things to be honest.”

  Now that the dust of the last few days had a chance to settle there were questions I needed answered but I was afraid to argue and ruin our time together. Things had been perfect, and I didn’t want to anger or frustrate Pete.

  “Rae if you have something you want to say, go ahead. I’m not going to get mad.”

  “Would you tell me the truth about my father, Pete? I want to know about Ron, even if I may not like it.” Over the last five years, I’ve thought long and hard about my dad and his death and his involvement in the RRMC. I needed the truth no matter how hard it was to hear.

  “I was there the day Ron died.”

  I sat up, searching his face, “What happened?”

  It’s surreal how things change when you grow older, how some memories and detail become fuzzy while others remain crystal clear. I’ve never forgotten the last time I saw my father and his sweet kiss on my forehead or the way he called me his Rae of sunshine. The day of his funeral had played over and over in my head so many times I was certain every ounce of my pain and anguish was etched into my soul forever.

  The funny thing was, I couldn’t remember the days leading up to the funeral. From the moment I found out about his death until I was standing in front of my father’s casket, a bright red rose in my hand, my mind was a blank.

  “I found Ron with my father and Rafe, his lifeless body on the ground. There was blood everywhere,” he whispered, and I could hear the torment in his voice. “I was shocked and fell to my knees, devastated by his death and knowing how hard it was going to hit you. That hurt more than anything, knowing how
the pain of his loss would affect you.”

  I lowered my forehead to his and exhaled a deep breath, “Who killed him?”

  “I still don’t know exactly what happened. As a result of that day Rafe became Pres of the RRMC, Mack was exiled, and the feud between the Outlaws and the Riders was cemented.”

  “Have you ever tried to find out?” I needed to know who killed my dad and why.

  “Yes, and it’s been a fucking disaster, but I promise you, Rae . . . I will find out.”

  His promise had to be enough for now, “Would you take me to see my dad’s grave?”

  Pete nodded, “If that’s what you want baby.”

  “It is,” I answered firmly, hugging him close before I backed away and dried my tears. “Right away.”

  Thirty minutes later we were on the back of Peter’s Harley, gliding through the streets of Juniper Hills and heading out toward the cemetery where my father was buried. I lay my head against Peter’s back as he reached for my hand and squeezed, pulling my arms tighter around his waist.

  It didn’t take long to find Ron Stenson’s grave. After all, my mother was buried next to him. She had purchased the plot years ago when he died so someday she could find eternal rest with the man she loved so much. I stood, wistful and full of haunting sadness at the two lives ripped apart so tragically before their time.

  Pete moved closer, intertwining our fingers as he held my hand, sensing my mood, “You were always his Rae of sunshine.”

  I nodded, “I know.” A sudden lump formed in my throat.

  “You were his Rae of hope, love, and promise,” he paused and exhaled a shaky breath. “As you have always been mine.”

  I turned to Peter at the same moment he lowered his head and kissed me softly.

  “We’ll find out the truth baby, I promise. Ron will have justice.”

  I didn’t answer but placed my head over his heart, hoping Pete and I wouldn’t fall to the same fate as my parents. We’d come too far to lose everything now.