Leaning over and kissing her neck, he trailed his finger down her spine before circling her waist and lifting her into his arms. Carrying her to the couch, he sat down placing her on his lap. Softly teasing her breast with his fingertips, they watched Cash fuck Evie into an orgasm.
“I’m hungry, let’s go raid the kitchen,” Cash said.
Cash zipped up his jeans pulling Natasha to her feet. “I’ll fix you a sandwich Natasha,” he offered.
Winter saw something flash in Natasha’s eyes, as Evie finally had enough strength to walk to the door.
“Raci.” Winter told them.
“What?” Cash asked, Evie hesitated at the door with a smile.
“Raci, her nickname is Raci.” Winter looked at Natasha who was beaming with happiness that they all were to see.
“Let’s go, Raci,” Cash said taking her hand.
“Close the door.” Viper ordered.
Cash closed the door as they filed out.
“I’m proud of you, I thought you would have been screaming hysterically by now.” Viper was waiting for her reaction.
Surprised at herself, Winter agreed. The dignified woman who was always so cautious of every move she made was gone. The night she had been attacked, she had laid on that ground wanting to give up. The only thing that had given her strength was the courage her mother had used to fight her breast cancer, Winter couldn’t do any less. The other reason was Viper, every time she had closed her eyes that night, she thought for the last time she had seen his face. Afterward, the time in the hospital and rehab center had been humiliating, her body no longer her own, with different aides seeing to her physical needs caused her natural shyness to be ripped away. Her attempts at escape from the clubhouse had been half-hearted at best. She admitted to herself she needed Viper and The Last Riders to make her whole again.
“I guess watching them the last few months, I realized that they all are very respectful of each other, it isn’t a dirty thing with them Viper.”
“No, it isn’t,” he agreed. “So has your curiosity been satisfied?”
“Yes, it has.” Winter buried her red face in the curve of his warm shoulder.
“Ready for bed?” Viper brushed his cheek against the top of her head.
“More than ready,” Winter groaned.
Viper carried her to the shower, gently moving the showerhead of hot water over her body in a steady stream. Her eyes were closing as he dried her off, helping her to slide under the covers.
“Good night, Winter,” he said tenderly, pulling her close.
“Goodnight, Loker.”
Chapter 21
The Last Riders were gathered into the hallway, ready to leave for Beth and Razer’s wedding, waiting for Razer. Winter and Evie admired each other in their peach dresses.
“Ready?” Viper asked Winter as Razer came downstairs dressed in his tuxedo.
Winter turned at Viper’s question, admiring him in his suit, nervously plucking at a crease in her dress.
“We’re ready,” she answered. Viper lifted her up into his arms.
“Viper, I don’t need you to carry me anymore,” she protested.
He stopped. “There’s no reason to tire yourself going down those steps.” The only obvious result left of her attack was the steps. She would often have to stop and get her balance. The Last Riders went out the door with Viper bringing up the rear of the line with Winter.
Viper noticed the members stood blocking his bike at his approach. Stopping as they neared, Viper was aware that they were hiding his bike from view. He looked down at Winter who, with an apprehensive look on her face, was trying to wiggle from his arms. He put her down sensing something was about to happen from the tight faces of his brothers.
“Viper,” Winter drew his attention back to her.
“I hope you won’t be angry with something I’ve done, but I couldn’t stand you riding on that motorcycle any longer. Please don’t be mad, if you don’t like it we can get another. Please don’t be mad,” she ended on a whisper.
The Last Riders moved until he could see what they were blocking from his sight.
“Rider tried to fix your bike, but you had damaged it too badly. He suggested we send it off to a restorer, but by the time they would have finished, not much would be left of the original bike.”
Viper stared at Gavin’s motorcycle. Someone had it polished and shined, obviously preparing it to be ridden. Viper felt his heart catch as he stared at it sitting in the lot, as if waiting for Gavin to laughingly climb on for a ride. In his mind’s eye, he remembered the many times he had seen Gavin riding the Harley. They had gotten out of the service a month apart, but Gavin had waited until Viper had come out to purchase his bike. They had purchased their bikes the same day from the same dealer.