Forever Zara: (novella 9.5) by V. Theia (knowledgeable books to read txt) 📗

parents are visiting.” He explained, knocking his lips to her forehead.

He earned himself another half-hearted stomach slap. “You do alright, biker-man.”

“So we’re gonna have a guest house built right over there for them.”

She spun around in his arms. It always stunned him deep in his gut how fucking beautiful she was. It hit him now, the realization they were gonna be married soon. His lips twitched when she asked, “you’re building a guest house for my mom and dad to live in?”

“Not quite, but it’ll be good enough to stay in when they wanna visit. You love seeing them, and I want you to have them here whenever you want.”

“Rider.” She warbled, her lower lip trembling. “You prefer our privacy. This means they might be here more often.”

“Family, Zara.” Laying his lips to her forehead again, he curled his arm low on her waist. “They’re welcome anytime.” They walked the land, talking together, listening to her excitement building minute by minute.

“It’s going to be massive, Rider. Can we afford this?”

Lips twitching, she saw the books more than he did and their joint bank accounts. She’d know what they could afford. “It’s been an alright year.” The most lucrative year for the Souls, and it promised to get better. But even if he were dirt poor, he’d work five jobs if it meant giving Zara everything she’d dreamed of.

One detail out of all the house details made Zara stop, her eyes cartoon wide as she gaped. “Wait…wait…wait. You’re building me a walk-in pantry, Ambrosio? Oh, my god!” She squealed, grabbing the front of his opened jacket, the smile growing on his mouth. She was so easy to make happy. His chest ached. “Ughn. I’m so turned on right now. Put your hands down my pants.”

He wasn’t a simple bastard. It took him seconds to twist her around and to press his chest to her back, getting her nice and close to push his hand where she needed it. Even when she jolted at the coldness of his fingers on her warm, intimate skin, he grinned. “Like this?” Mouth to ear, dirty words ready to pour out of him.

“You are bad, biker-man,” she gasped, softening her smaller body into his.

“You told me to.”

“Mmm. Yes, I did.” She only allowed him a few rubs, so fucking wet, before she pulled away, taking his hand. “Let’s head in. It’s freezing.”

The warmth of the club greeted them as the door closed behind them. It’s Zara who led him through the main area. The first clue she had something in mind was that she didn’t stop to chat with anyone. Usually, she was a social butterfly. Instead of taking a right to his office, she turned her head, smiling up at him. His gut tightened. A nasty snatch of sex pulsed over him, and that’s when she tried a door handle, it opened and she all but dragged Rider through it.

It was one of the old kitchens they now used for storage.

“If I’d known building you a house would turn you into a horny animal, I would have done it years ago, Icy.” He remarked, letting her drag him forward by the jacket lapels.

She hummed, smiling at him. God, she put fire into his belly. So fucking beautiful. That’s when he took over by depositing her little butt on the chrome work surface. He widened her legs and pushed himself into the space.

This woman was still his wettest and wildest dream come true.

And she reminded him why he did the things he did when she smiled at him with arousal in her eyes. Her intentions and wants were clear in the rushed, chaotic movements of her hands as she pushed the jacket off his shoulders, yanked open the buttons on his pants, and then pulled the zipper down.

Sometimes, she wanted it slow and sweet. Other times, she wanted to be fucked until she couldn’t breathe while she clawed him up. There was no rhyme or reason why they loved each other. On paper, they’re each on a different spectrum, but he adored her to the point of madness.

Right then, she only seemed to want the same thing he did.

“You need it?” He asked, already getting rid of her jeans. Her panties were next, and a gorgeous, glistening pussy waited for attention.

“You’re building us a mammoth house, Rider.” She breathed into his mouth, hands locking into his hair. Her legs like vines wrapping around him until Rider scooted her to the very edge of the countertop. The perfect height for him to pull out his cock and drag the crown against her needy clit.

He saw tears in her eyes. The good kind, the kind that wouldn’t put hurt in his chest. He couldn’t stand to see Zara crying. This new chapter in their life felt like a turning point. Leaving the bad behind, and finally able to have the good.

Inside her, they found heaven together.

Something better.

Sweeter.

So fucking sweet. He rested his forehead on hers, using a forward and back motion to push the last inches inside her much tighter body.

They had a life worth living, one worth keeping and fighting for.

But there was something vital about moments like these. Stripped down, fundamental minutes that were entirely theirs, in the place they’d fought tooth and nail to preserve.

With her hands latched onto his hair, her panting breaths landed on his lips. And when he gave it good and deep to his woman how she needed it from him, she almost willed the come from his body as she shared, “I’m going to fuck you in every room of our new house.”

Jesus Christ.

He buffed a laugh into her mouth, letting her lead their kissing.

She tasted and took.

He groaned and drove deeper, unhurriedly.

Rider lost all sense of time when he was inside her, tending