Dirty Ride (Wind Dragons MC, #3.5)(15)

I laugh at that and put my glass down on the table before wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my cheek against his chest.

“I was taken by someone who didn’t deserve me,” I say, placing a kiss on his chest. “I should have left sooner, instead of wasting time, but who knows? Maybe then we wouldn’t have even met.”

“Fucker,” he grumbles, running his hand down my back. “He must be f*ckin’ stupid not to do everything possible to keep a woman like you.” He pauses. “Not that I’m complaining, because otherwise you wouldn’t be here right now.”

The sad thing is, Darren did try to keep me, but with threats and guilt trips instead of treating me right. He’d mess with my head, make me believe that it was me who was lacking, that it was my fault things were the way they were. When someone keeps telling you over and over again that you’re not good enough, in the back of your mind, no matter how strong you are, you start to wonder if that person is right. When you see other people being treated so well, being respected and cared for, you wonder why you don’t have that. What is it about you that drew in someone like that? The whole thing almost destroyed me and I’m so happy to be away from it. All the negativity has drained away, leaving behind feelings of hope and positivity, and the chance of starting over.

“I want to hear everything about your past,” he says softly. “When you’re ready, of course. You know there’s nothing you can’t tell me, right?”

“I know. I’m just happy I moved here,” I tell him honestly. “It’s been so good for me. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.”

Ardan leans forward to put his glass down next to mine and then lifts me so I’m sitting across his lap.

“You know, when I saw you, I just wanted you,” he says, his eyes turning heavy. “That’s never happened to me before.” His expression turns sheepish. “I mean, yeah, I’ve seen women and wanted to f*ck them before, but I’ve never seen a woman and just wanted . . . her. Fuck, it’s hard to explain. It was just a different feeling. I want to say it was that I wanted to possess you, but that sounds f*cked-up.” He exhales and lowers his gaze to my lips. “Something in me just wanted something in you.”

“I get it,” I say, licking my lips. “You don’t have to explain. I get it.”

“Good,” he says, kissing me hungrily. I taste the whiskey on his lips as I pull away, our eyes still locked.

I reach my fingers out absently to touch the scar on his neck as I say, “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

His lip twitches and his dark eyes flash with amusement. “Pretty sure that’s my line.”

“Well, hurry up and make your move, then, because I want you inside me,” I say, not holding back. I find myself feeling comfortable saying almost anything to this man—I don’t feel shy or that he will judge me. I know for a fact my bold words turn him on, which he proves yet again as I feel him grow hard under me. “I can feel your interest.”

“I know you can,” he says, grabbing my jaw with his hand and bringing my face to his for another kiss, this one more demanding. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. The men at the clubhouse are going to go nuts for you, except I’m going to f*ckin’ murder them if they even look in your direction.”

I roll my eyes and slide off his lap, then fiddle with the button on his jeans until he moves my hands out of the way and undoes it for me and pulls them down, exposing himself to me. I slide my panties off impatiently and lift my dress up and over my head.

“Take your T-shirt off too,” I demand.

He looks amused, his eyes dancing, but does as I say, flashing his ripped body as his T-shirt lands on the floor next to my dress. I straddle him, my mouth slamming down on his as he practically rips off my bra. Reaching between us, he slides himself inside me, both of us moaning at the feeling. I start to ride him, bouncing up and down, controlling the speed and rhythm. When he moves his mouth away from my lips to suck and lick my nipples, I f*ck him harder, giving it all I have.

“Fuck, Valentina,” he growls, lifting his head and looking me in the eye. “Harder.”

Harder?

I go harder.

When I feel myself on the verge of coming, somehow Ardan must know it too, because he says, “Yes, come all over my dick.”

I don’t know what my tell is, but I like that he’s so in tune with my body.

A hard slap on my ass sends me over the edge, and through my haze of pleasure I hear him say, “Going to come.”

“Yes,” escapes from my lips.

Yes to everything.

After he finishes, I sit on his lap, him still inside me, and bury my face in his neck, exhaustion taking me over.

“I’m going to sleep like this,” I announce.

“Me too,” he replies.

I kiss his neck, soft and gentle, telling him without words how much I appreciate him. He wraps his arms around me and holds me while I close my eyes and just enjoy the moment. When I’m about to fall asleep, I decide I should probably move off him, so I do so, but I don’t go far, lying down on the couch and laying my head on his thigh, my arm wrapping around him. His hand instantly finds my hair. After a few moments, he lifts me in his arms and carries me to my bed.

“So now you want to go to bed,” I grumble, yawning.