Forgiven: Ryder and Sawyer 3 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 9) by Savannah Rylan Page A

both cried out as he thrust in and out, covering my tits with his hands, and kneading the soft mounds.
    He pulled my face up and kissed my neck as he delivered blow after blow. The ultimate high was building, sending me into a state of delirium. He reached around, rubbing my clit, and my head fell back against his shoulder.
    “Mmm,” I moaned, as he pulled out and turned me over, climbing on top of me and plunging deep into my pussy. “Oh, God.”
    He wrapped his hand around my head and held it up. His hazel eyes penetrated me, looking deep into my soul, deeper than any other person has ever gone.
    We stayed like that as he pumped in and out of me, over and over again, each of us panting until the pressure built to a breaking point, and he came inside me. His body jerked at the release, and I kissed his cheek and shoulders as he continued to pour his hot seed inside me.
    Slowly, he pulled back, and I traced his hairline with my fingertips.
    “I love you, and I’m never letting you go. Not again. We’re going to be a family,” he said, pressing a hand to my stomach. “All of us.”
    “That’s all I ever wanted,” I admitted for the first time ever.
     

ELEVEN
    RYDER
     
    I can take a beating, be threatened with a gun, and kill a person without a second thought, but saying goodbye to someone I loved… I couldn’t do it. Pops was like a father to me, and once I said goodbye, I was accepting that he was gone. I wasn’t ready for that.
    I didn’t cry; it just wasn’t my thing. I drank myself into stupors and I pushed my feelings aside. But Pops wouldn’t want that. He hated watching me spiral down the rabbit hole, and I wouldn’t let his death cause me to do the one thing the only thing that ever disappointed him about me.
    No. I would be strong. I would be strong for him. For Axel. For Sawyer. I would be strong. I straightened my tie, tugged on my cut, and walked up to the casket for my final goodbye.
    He looked good. Not too much shit caked on his face. I kneeled down in front of the blue metal, and silently thanked him for all the years of being there for me. Tears poured from my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them away. Nobody would call me a pussy today. We were all crying.
    “I’m so sorry, Pops. I wish I could’ve been there. Taken that bullet for you.”
    A hand rested on my shoulder, and I looked up into Sawyer’s beautiful eyes. I linked my fingers with her and tried to take comfort in her touch. I took a deep breath and stood.
    “Ryder, you need to know something,” she said, as she glanced over to Pops and smiled.
    “What is it?” I asked.
    “Pops knew. He figured it out.” She rested a hand on her stomach. “When Velasquez fired that shot, he was firing at me. Pops pushed me out of the way, and took the bullet for the baby.” Tears stained her cheeks as she told me. The room grew silent, and I knew everyone had heard her.
    Shock and admiration built up inside me for the man who always managed to be there for me, even when I couldn’t be there for myself filled me. Axel and Paige walked over to us, and Sawyer threw her arms around him. “I am so sorry, Axel. It should’ve been me. It should’ve been me.”
    Axel hugged her to him and then pulled away. “No. This was how it was supposed to be. Pops died a hero. I can find comfort in that.”
    “If it’s okay with you,” Sawyer smiled at Axel. “I’d like to name the baby after him. Boy or girl they will carry his name somehow.”
    “It would be an honor,” Axel choked out. He kissed Sawyer on the cheek, and then turned to Paige who wrapped her arms around him and held him tight.
    It was as if Pops had planned it. He had always been there for us, and now Axel and I each had someone who could fill the void.
    I rested a hand on the casket and said goodbye, joining the rest of my family. We all stood together, our heads held high, silently saying our final goodbye as they closed the casket, placing Pops’s cut securely on