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  FOREVER ZARA

  By V. THEIA

  a Renegade Souls MC Novella

  COPYRIGHT

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and events are the products of the author’s

  imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Names and characters are the property of the author and may not be duplicated. The use of any real company and/or product names is for literary effect only. All other trademarks and copyrights are the property of their respective owners.

  FOREVER ZARA

  Cover photo: depositphoto.com

  Cover Design: V. Theia. ©2021

  Published by V. Theia 2021.

  All Rights Reserved

  DEDICATION

  We always love our firsts that little bit more.

  Rider and Zara were mine.

  This is for them.

  CONTENTS

  COPYRIGHT

  DEDICATION

  CONTENTS

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  EPILOGUE

  Also by V. THEIA

  CONNECT WITH ME:

  ONE

  “I’m gonna get Marinos’ed so hard.” - Zara

  Wedding: T-Minus 20 days.

  Happiness was a drug.

  Addictive yet harmless.

  The groan delivered down her throat in the dead of night was hot.

  And a little nasty.

  And it brought happiness, which felt like sunshine, into Zara’s entire body.

  It was the witching hour. Where everything outside was still, and the moon was bright through the large bay windows in their bedroom.

  For Zara, it was her favorite time of day.

  Not because of the hand down her sleep shorts.

  Not only because of that.

  It meant her biker-man was home safe. Smelling of motor oil and snow, though he’d showered before he came to bed. It was instinctual for her to wake when he climbed beneath the sheets. As if her brain was letting her know all was well in their house again.

  Rider was careful. She didn’t worry as severely as she once did years ago.

  But she was a woman in love with a man who had a dangerous job some days. So, to feel him curling his body around hers always brought her peace and happiness.

  Tonight he was in a playful mood. Not knowing she was awake, he’d kissed her throat and brought her between his legs where he lay high against the padded headboard, Zara’s back to his bare chest.

  Breathing his name in awe, before his hand roamed over her shuddering stomach to rummage into her Disney princess shorts.

  She was a grown-ass woman with a love of Disney. It was a thing, and Rider never rode her about it. With the help of a great man and her therapist, she’d stopped explaining herself to people. Because that led them to believe they were entitled to know everything about Zara. And she was no longer the pushover she once was.

  He’d taken her to Disney World twice already, and each Christmas, he added to her Disney ornament collection for the tree in their bedroom.

  Unfortunately, it was February, Christmas was long past. But she felt like her very own princess with the attention of a rogue villain as his mouth continued to wander along the column of her arched throat.

  “You taste good,” he rumbled in his thick voice.

  He could drive her insane with only a few quick kisses.

  This man of hers was her undoing. Her salvation. And everything right in a world that hadn’t always been kind to her. To say she was obsessed with him after all this time was an understatement.

  And the best part of all?

  Rider was just as wild about her too.

  No one knew she was the one who could bring a feared and revered MC man to his knees. It was a secret she held dear.

  “I missed you,” she shared, curling her body into his chest, molding herself to each ridge of muscle as he brought his free arm around her waist, holding her close. Or pinning her in place. She was good with either. More than.

  Sometimes though, like now, he said the most ludicrous things to her. Like, let me fuck you slowly, Icy.

  How was she meant to take it slowly when her skin screamed for him?

  She popped her hips and whined, only to hear him chuckling against her ear. “Impatient.”

  Yes! He knew better than to make her wait.

  His head was already coming down to meet her mouth. They shared a long-overdue kiss that started slow, teasing with only a hint of manly tongue. And then it became fire. She whined again, unable to latch onto the pleasure he was eliciting in her shorts as he circled a gentle finger around her clit.

  “You came home in a mood,” she stated, between breaths and kisses. His taste was already saturating down to her bones. Holding onto his loose hair, Zara arched up and tried to turn, so they were face to face. Only for him to pin her again.

  Bossy man.

  The only man who could make her want sex, no, need sex. Couldn’t do without sex with him.

  “Mm. I did. In a mood to make my woman gush for me.”

  God, the mouth on him. She’d blush with outrageous shock if she weren’t used to that unfiltered mouth by now. The things he said to her turned her on. Something else he used to his advantage to rile her up.

  When their lips met this time, it was no teasing kiss. Rider stepped up a gear. His hand moved a little faster now with a purpose.

  “Ambrosio. God.” She moaned his given name. The one she mostly only used in their bed in these intimate moments.

  “You like that?”

  “You know I do.”

  “Yeah.” She heard his smirk. Wicked man. Beautiful man.

  He was hard under her hip, and she wanted him now, inside her, making her blind with pleasure.

  How perfect they were, still so wildly crazy about each other.

  Three kids later, and a touch from him turned her into jello.

  One intense look, and she was slipping out of her panties.

  Happy relationships came with work. She and Rider worked on theirs because there was this extreme need in them both. If they were in the same room, they were touching in some small way, or he’d drag her down into his lap and whisper the most deplorably lovely things in her ear to make her blush. Zara was fair all over, skin, hair, and eyes, so she blushed a lot against her will. Rider was dark in contrast. From his deep mahogany hair, that didn’t have one grey strand yet. To his naturally olive skin, inherited from his Greek side.

  She loved how they looked side by side.

  He was big, and she was tiny.

  They fit like perfect puzzle pieces.

  Her puzzle piece was horny as hell and clamoring to get closer to him if he’d let her.

  Short nails scraped gently along his hairy forearm. Rider grunted but didn’t increase his speed as he toyed with her down below. Surely he felt how wet and ready she was. She was like a freaking lake. But those sinful fingers went on plying her with stroke after stroke until she was mindlessly circling her pelvis and listening to his encouraging words of praise while he kissed her.

  His lips were carved from sin, and he knew how to wield his superpower to reduce her to a yammering wreck.

  Zara knew this because she’s kissed him a billion times, if not more.

&nbs
p; She’s addicted to those masculine lips.

  The ones that smirk at her because he can guess which naughty route her brain has gone down.

  It’s his fault.

  Rider was an expert on dirtying her up with his dark and wicked ways.

  Fingers so tight squeezed her hip while his teeth scraped the bare part of her shoulder, whiskers leaving a burn on her skin.

  “My cock is already worked up, Icy.” He rasped. “Keep going with your wiggling ass, and I’ll spill all over your back.”

  See? A simple statement steeped in filthy truth sent her careening into the abyss as she stiffened all over. The orgasm washed through her.

  “Dirty girl,” he chuckled, withdrawing his hand. He curled those wet fingers around her throat, angling her head back so she could make out his eyes in the dark. “You wanted me to come all over you.”

  There was no point in lying or playing coy. He knew her too well for that. Many times during lovemaking, he’d pull free from her body and stroke himself off onto her stomach, just to watch her fall apart with her bliss.

  It might seem dirty, but being marked by Rider was the happiness she craved from a dark place only he owned.

  She wasn’t a good girl.

  Nor was she a bad girl

  But she was Rider’s girl, and she loved every second of what they did together.

  Magic. Some might say.

  She knew better. There was no magic in the world other than what they made together through blood, sweat, and anguish. They’d made it to the other side, and though their MC world would never fully be free of danger, she was happier than ever living without magic.

  Magic was an illusion. It was lies and dreams, smoke, and mirrors. It was sufficient for a time, but she preferred the reality of this existence right here.

  The life where she had the epic love from a biker-man, who peeled her out of her shorts with a gentle touch.

  This man, capable of many deplorable, unspeakable acts, treated Zara like she was refined diamonds. Nothing was too much for him if she wanted it.

  She wanted him.

  In every dark, delicious way there was.

  She’d take Rider—lawbreaking, unscrupulous, and moralless.

  He wasn’t an unkind man.

  Not even a bad man to those who knew him.

  It was the truth she spoke when she ran her hands over the rugged planes of his chest, fine hairs tickling her palms. He was decorated in ink, some he’d added to since knowing her. He wore their kids’ names in Greek across his chest. She traced it by memory. “I always want to wear you, Ambrosio.” She shared as he grabbed her ass and shuffled her forward, forcing her leg to wind over his hip as she felt him notch his cock to her wet and needy entrance. “But I’d prefer you dripping out of me.”

  Oh, god. She felt her cheeks flame.

  The dirty talk did not come easily to Zara. At all.

  But he loved it, so she did her best for him, and it worked like a charm when he grunted all rough and alpha and shoved forward, impaling her in one try.

  “People think you’re so sweet and good,” he breathed against her mouth. They were chest to chest, her leg inching higher on his hip so he could push deeper. Rider had his hand gently under her chin to better take her lips.

  “I am,” she insisted with a short giggle, which tapered off into a tortured moan as he started to move and move and move.

  “Only I know what a sweet fuckin’ she-wolf you are, don’t I, Icy?”

  God. Yes. Yes! Only Rider.

  “Only I know what a cocktease my girl is.” He went on, shoving to the depths of her vagina. Oh, lord. Was that Jesus she saw behind her flickering eyelids?

  She whimpered like an injured rabbit, clinging to the man she adored.

  Eager for more of his dirty musings because he wasn’t wrong. At all.

  Rider’s pelvis shortened his thrusts when he knew he’d hit the soft center that made her tighten her walls around his cock. They groaned together. And the hand under her chin angled it up, and lips so sweet crashed on hers, prying them open so his tongue could dominate.

  “Whatcha think was gonna happen, Zara, when you sent me a text earlier, telling me you were soaking in the tub?”

  “I don’t know.” She whimpered, but she so knew. Her lips creased with a smile as she poked around his beard, trying to pull the short hairs to get him moving again.

  He took his time; he always did. Unless he wanted to fuck her brains out.

  “You knew I’d come home with my cock hurting for you, didn’t you?”

  With his full palm covering her ass cheek, he lifted her into his next push, and it popped lights behind her eyes, rushes of hotness traveled through her limbs, making Zara uncoordinated while she held onto his hair and fed from his opened lips.

  She loved him like this. Wild and untamed, vibrating under his skin.

  Yes, she’d let him know she was naked in the tub earlier because she’d wanted this. She’d needed him on top of her, inside her, taking her over.

  She knew his buttons and liked to press them often.

  What could she say? She was a woman who craved the way he fucked.

  “Harder, Rider.” She implored.

  “You’ll get harder,” he gruffed. “You’ll get all my fuckin’ cock and take it, won’t you?”

  “Yes.” She hissed and swallowed his pleased chuckle.

  The very tip of her breast ached when he pinched her nipple, dipping down; he sucked the ache away and brought on an additional need as his hips increased, going faster, diving deeper. She felt stretched to the max, hurting in a way only Rider knew how to fix.

  Heat and lust burst all over her when he crushed her mouth again.

  It wasn’t nice. Rider didn’t kiss nicely. He was primal, taking ownership of every moan she cried down his throat. Kissing her because he knew she came alive for him. He tipped her head back in such a way that meant he could violate every inch inside of her mouth until she was a shaking mess. He sucked the meatier part of her lip as though he’d waited all day to taste her. His heat purged through her, and Zara took it happily.

  This man.

  Her biker-man.

  Love of her life.

  His fuck went on until she came on a muffled cry, and then he followed right behind her. Grunting with two more thrusts, he held her tighter by the hip until he emptied, panting against her throat.

  God, the comedown felt just as good as she clung like a spider web around his massive frame, stroking along his shuddering back.

  “My beautiful cocktease.” He gruffed to make her laugh, delighted.

  Rider was a ruthless man where his MC was concerned. Meticulous in his decisions to a fault.

  But maybe Zara had some conniving game in her too. She learned from the best, because look how easily she made him lose control.

  “All yours.” She answered amid the necklace of kisses she pressed over his beard and jawline.

  Zara didn’t so much drift into sleep as she was fucked there in seconds.

  With one thought about her man.

  Her lovely, sexy biker-man.

  Who was going to become her husband in only twenty days.

  Yay.

  TWO

  “No fuckin’ discounts for asshole cops.” - Rider

  Wedding: T-minus 19 days.

  It was mid-morning in Denver. Rider had to battle forty minutes outside of Armado Springs through heavy traffic. Two of his boys were parked up when he slung a leg over his bike, stepping down.

  The crisp February air had him pulling the black leather sheepskin jacket up nearer to his ears. His boots crunched the receding ice underfoot as he walked down to the corner and bumped fists with Capone and Texas.

  “He’s inside,” Capone informed, jutting his dark head to the store in front of them.

  It wasn’t a poor street from what he saw. Busy for a weekday. Lots of traffic through to the interstate. Rider was looking into expanding some of their enterprises. They’d
already bought up most of the stores on Main Street in Armado Springs.

  Some they rented to the current holders, and the empty properties were in development to be operational by the summer. There were seven empty on the strip. Because they’d been standing empty for a while, he was hoping to get them for a song.

  The three men walked into the nearest storefront to meet with the realtor.

  It was a decent size and would work in their favor to expand the gambling dens.

  The business was booming. Already there was a six-month waiting cap to get at a table.

  They looked around for a while, listening to the realtors' spiel.

  “What do you think?” He asked his boys.

  Texas had been flipping properties for a while now and knew what to look for. He gave an agreeing noise.

  “It’s a reasonable size for a sandwich bar, Prez.” Added Capone. “Has plenty of foot traffic.” The strip only had one rundown diner. This would be Capone’s project.

  What interested the men more was the basement and what work it would take to knock through to make it one extensive area.

  Some female hangarounds already showed enough interest for pitching in.

  Back on the street, they viewed the other properties. Most were a carbon copy of the first. Some needed a little more work to get them up to standard.

  But Rider saw the potential for expanding the Souls profits.

  He shook the realtor guy’s hand. “Get the paperwork together. I want all seven.”

  The guy’s eyes lit up seeing the big fat commission in his future.

  “Absolutely. Should have them ready for you sometime next week.” He hurried off to his SUV before Rider could change his mind.

  “Heads up, Prez. We have company.” Capone pointed out. Rider swerved his head to see the slowing cop car. Charlie Timmons was behind the wheel, but Tag’s ex-girlfriend stepped out when it stopped in the middle of the road. She sauntered over with a chip as big as the moon glowing on her face.

  With the help of Arson, a few months back, Tag had stopped her attempt at blackmailing Tag for the use of his dick. From the looks of it, Sofia hadn’t taken kindly to it. She’d pulled in their prospects for trumped-up reasons in the past two months than ever before.