Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Captain and her Younger Biker: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Chapter 21 Rory “I need you,” he said against my mouth, rough. “Rory. I just need you right now.”“I know,” I said. “I’m right here.”His mouth crashed into mine harder, teeth catching my bottom lip, and I opened for him because the alternative was thinking about everything that just walked out the door. His hands shoved under the sweater I still had on, palms sliding up my sides until he found my tits and squeezed them like he was trying to hold on to something solid. I made a sound into his mouth that was half laugh half something else, and he pulled back just enough to look at me.“Take it off,” he said. “All of it. Now.”I yanked the sweater over my head and threw it somewhere. He was already on his knees between my legs, jeans still half on from earlier, and he pushed me back onto the bed so hard the frame creaked. His mouth went straight to my left tit, sucking the nipple in deep while his hand worked the other one, fingers rolling and pinching until my back arched off the mat

Chapter 23 Rory’s POV I wanted to back him. I did. But I'd spent all night counting months, and I knew my brother was right, and I couldn't make myself say something I didn't believe just because the man I loved was looking at me to say it."He's right about the radio," I said quietly. "Not about Damian. About the radio. If someone's already coming for this island, we can't tell them we're here."Something in Kian's face went very still. "Right," he said. "Of course he's right.""That's not fair.""No, it makes perfect sense. You two have been doing this for years. Your brother's been chasing it for six years, you've been running boats for fifteen, and I've been doing it for one week. So I don't get a vote." His voice cracked. "It's my mother, Rory. My father. My brother. And the two of you get to decide what I'm allowed to know and who I'm allowed to tell, because you're older and you've been at it longer.""That's not what this is.""Then what is it?"I didn't have an answer that

Chapter 26 Rory “Okay,” I said again, quieter. “You can put it in.”The second the words left my mouth he made a sound like something inside him had snapped free. He did not slam into me. He pushed the head of his cock against my entrance and held it there, shaking, eyes locked on mine, and then he slid in slow, inch by inch, like he was afraid if he went too fast I would change my mind. I felt every thick ridge of him stretch me open. My mouth fell open on a quiet gasp. He kept going until he was buried all the way inside me and then he stopped, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard.“Fuck,” he whispered. “You’re so warm. You’re squeezing me already.”I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him tighter. He started moving, slow deep strokes that dragged the full length of his cock in and out of me. Every time he pushed back in I felt the pressure low in my stomach. His hands braced on either side of my head so he could watch my face. The storm was still slamming the windows

Chapter 27Rory's POV"Would it be so bad?"I didn't answer him. I couldn't, not right away, not with him lying there on the blanket looking at me like he'd just asked if I wanted more coffee.I got up. My legs were shaking, partly from what we'd just done and partly from something else, something cold that had started in my stomach and was climbing fast. I found my father's sweater on the floor by the couch and pulled it over my head. Then I walked around to the other side of the woodstove and stood there with my arms crossed, so there was hot iron between us, and only then did I look at him."Say that again," I said.He sat up slowly. "Rory.""No, say it again. I want to make sure I heard you right. Because I think the man I've known for six weeks just asked me if it would be so bad to have his baby, while we're stuck on an island in a storm, hours after he found out his mother might have faked her own death.""I didn't say it like that.""How did you say it, then?"He pushed his ha

Chapter 29 Rory He got up, pulled his jeans on, and went to the shelf above the stove. He took down the last logbook, the one my father never finished, and tore out one blank page from the back, carefully, and looked at me first like he was asking permission. I nodded. He sat down at the table with a pencil and wrote for a long time. Then he folded the page in half and handed it to me before I could ask.I'm still here too. I found it. I'm 22 now. I ride motorcycles and I'm in love with a boat captain who yells at me. Please come home. Kian.I had to put the paper down and look out the window for a minute.We pulled the woodstove out from the wall again together. Kian put his note in the rusted tin, the drawing still kept safe on the windowsill, and slid the stone back into the chimney himself, pressing it flat with both palms, and for one second he looked exactly like the six year old in that drawing, waiting at a window for somebody who wasn't coming.Nate came down just after nin