Link (Dragon Riders MC Book 1)

by Savannah Rylan

  “Or do you enjoy it with a bit of cream, as well?”

  Before she could answer me, my face dove between her legs. Her thighs clenched against my cheeks as her hand fisted my hair. And as every second passed by, sleep fell away from her beautiful existence. Her voice grew stronger. She chanted my name louder. Her nails raked along my scalp as she pulled me closer, my lips wrapping around her pulsing clit.

  “Link. Link. Link. Oh, fuck. I—you—oh–shit—just like that. Just like that. Just. Like. That.”

  I pressed her knees to her chest and slid my tongue all the way down her pussy. Her back arched as she groaned out into the room, her tits bouncing for my viewing pleasure. I folded her in half so she couldn't move. I filled her entrance with my tongue as her juices dripped into my mouth. And as she shook for me, her walls collapsing around my intrusion, I fucked my cock against the cool bed sheets.

  Until my own arousal spilled forth, creating a wonderful mess I couldn’t get enough of.

  “Oh, Link,” she sighed.

  I slowly lowered her legs to the bed and moved away from my own wet spot. I kissed up her body, nibbling along her stomach to make her jump. I wrapped my lips around her nipples, tugging softly with my teeth. I crawled my way up, cherishing every peak and valley her presence had to offer me.

  Then, I gazed into her eyes with a grin on my face.

  “Morning.”

  She snickered. “That’s a first.”

  My eyebrows rose. “Really, now.”

  “Mhm.”

  I kissed her forehead. “I’ll make a mental note to do it more often, then.”

  She giggled. “Ugh, I don’t want to go to work.”

  I slid to the edge of the bed. “I mean, we do need to take showers.”

  “But I don’t want to get up.”

  “What if I carry you into the shower? How does that work?”

  She paused. “Will you shower with me?”

  I peered over my shoulder. “Was that ever a question?”

  The second she grinned at me, I stood to my feet. I reached for her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Part of me wanted to throw her legs over my shoulder and bury myself within her again. But one glance at the clock pulled me away from that option.

  It was already eight in the morning.

  And I had to get a move on things.

  “All right. Come on.”

  Joanna squealed as I picked her up.

  “I love it when you do this. It makes me feel so—”

  I grinned. “Small?”

  She nodded. “Yeah. Is that weird?”

  I chuckled. “Not one bit, sweet girl. Not one bit.”

  I walked her into the bathroom and sat her on the counter. Then, I fiddled with the water until it was hot, but comfortable. I scooped her back up, relishing her giggles as I stepped us into the shower. And I was shocked at the room she had in this thing.

  “You could damn near lay down and take a nap in here,” I said.

  But when Joanna didn’t answer me, I whipped my eyes down to her.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  She looked at me with a grin as she slipped from my grasp. With a greedy smile on her lips, she backed me into the hot water as it poured over my body. Her eyes ran up and down my form. Her fingertips trickled down my chest before rumbling over my abs. I saw her lick her lips as her skin started to flush. And as my cock pulsed to attention again, she bit down onto her lower lip.

  “I see someone else is awake again,” she said.

  Her eyes slowly rose to meet mine and I drew in a deep breath.

  “Guess you just have that influence over him,” I said.

  Her hand wrapped around my girth and I grunted.

  “I bet he’s lonely, though,” she said.

  I groaned. “Not when–fuck–you do that.”

  “Well, what if I do this, then?”

  She got down onto her knees and kissed my tip. Sending a jolt of electricity through my body. That was nothing compared to the sensation that came next, though. Watching her take charge. Watching her gobble down my cock. Watching her cheeks and throat bulge as she took me as deeply as she could.

  My God, I had finally found my heaven.

  “Shit,” I hissed.

  Her free hand cupped my balls as her other hand crept up my abs. My hand immediately fisted her hair, showing her how I wanted her to stroke me. Her cheeks hollowed out, creating a vacuum my cock never wanted to leave. And as my head fell back, my legs tensed as her tongue slid against the underside of my dick.

  “Holy fuck,” I groaned.

  I pulled her head out before shoving her back down my cock. Her hands braced against my thighs, but not once did she pull away. I pumped my hips against her, her lips welcoming me home. Her spit dripped down my shaft as her throat opened for me, but the softest gag sent me over the edge.

  “Fuck. Yes. That’s it. I’m coming. Joanna. Jo. Jo. Fuck. Holy—yeah!”

  She moaned around my dick as spurts of arousal shot from my tip. She swallowed, drinking me down and milking me with her cheeks as my balls emptied themselves down her throat. My eyes rolled back and stars burst in my vision. And as my shoulder leaned heavily against the tiled shower wall, my cock fell from her mouth.

  And my hand petted her hair.

  “So good to me,” I whispered.

  She kissed my thigh. “Only as good as you are to me.”

  I didn’t want that shower with her to end. But we both had to get washed down and ready for the day. She let me wash her hair, but only if she got a chance to wash my body. It was the most intimate experience I’d ever had with a woman, and I wanted to do it again.

  Soon, if possible.

  “What’s on your docket for today?” I asked.

  Joanna slid her earrings into her ears. “I’ve got two stops at the police station to make, a meeting with a judge, and then some office work. What about you?”

  “Just a meeting with the guys. Don’t forget to call your sister, by the way. I mean, if you haven’t already.”

  And when she fell silent, I turned around.

  “Joanna?” I asked.

  Her face told me everything. The guilt. The sadness. The shock. I slid my leather jacket on and rushed toward her, hoping I made it in time before her mind spun her out for a loop. I cupped her cheeks, making her look up at me with her watering eyes. I captured her lips, stilling her tongue before our foreheads fell together.

  Then, I gazed into her eyes. “Hey. You’ve done nothing wrong, all right? Even you are allowed to enjoy your life a bit.”

  She sniffled. “I forgot to call my sister. How is that possible? She went all night thinking she’s still in danger.”

  “Then, you call her and tell her that you had a long day yesterday, but you’ve got good news.”

  “That’s lying, though.”

  “Did you not have a long day yesterday?”

  She paused. “Well, yes. But—”

  “Then, why does she have to know the details of that long day?”

  She sighed. “I suppose you’re right.”

  I kissed her forehead again. “Give your sister a call while you’re in the car so we can get a move on with things. And if all works out, I’ll have two of my men posted at your door for the both of you by the end of the day. Okay?”

  She smiled softly at me. “Okay. Sounds like a plan.”

  I swatted her ass. “Good. Now. Let’s get out of here. You’re going to make me late for work.”

  And her beautiful giggles followed me the entire way out to my bike.

  14

  Joanna

  I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I made my way into work. The second I got into my office, I sat down to call Hope. I crossed my leg over my knee and dialed her number. I leaned back in my chair, staring up at the ceiling as the phone rang in my ear.

  One ring.

  Two rings.

  Three—

  “Hey there. Any news?” Hope asked.
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  I smiled. “It worked.”

  She paused. “What worked?”

  I leaned up. “The guys got you out of your contract. You’re a free woman, Hope.”

  “Wait. Are you serious?”

  “Dead serious.”

  “Are you fucking serious right now!?”

  She squealed so hard into my ear I had to hold the phone away. Tears crested my eyes as I heard my sister crying with joy. I reached for a tissue on my desk. I dabbed at my own tears while she gathered herself. And as I put her on speakerphone, I set up my laptop.

  “Apparently, Link and the guys went over there and got your contract. It said in that contract that Skeleton had to fire you. So, Link got him firing you on a recording. You’re free, Hope. And if they ever come after you, Link is going to turn that into the police for them to handle.”

  She sniffled. “Oh, my God. I can’t believe it. I didn’t actually think it would happen. Thank you, Jo. Thank you so much.”

  “There’s only one more thing we have to do.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Link wants to take extra precautions and make sure we’re safe from them. So, I’m going to come pick you up on my lunch break and take you back to my office. You’ll stay with me, and then a couple of the guys will be at the house tonight to watch over us and stuff for the next couple of weeks.”

  “So, I’m not free yet?”

  “Yes, you are. You’re no longer under Skeleton’s employ, and he’s got evidence of that. It’s precautionary. That’s all.”

  She sighed. “Okay, yes. I can do this. I’ll go ahead and pack up my few things. You said around lunch time?”

  I nodded. “Yep. I’ll come pick you up right at twelve-thirty. That sound good?”

  “I’ll make sure to be ready. When you get here, though, honk your horn funny. So, I know it’s you.”

  “Like the knock we had as kids?”

  She giggled. “Yes. Just like that. Use that rhythm. Promise me.”

  “I promise, Hope. Twelve-thirty, honking the horn with our special knock. I’ll see you soon, okay? And I’ll cook us a massive celebratory dinner. Complete with all of your favorites.”

  “Awww, how nice.”

  I shot up from my chair as the foreign voice filled my office. My phone clattered to my desk as Hope said my name through the receiver. But my eyes were locked on the man standing at my door. His lanky arms and long legs looked like they had been pulled and tugged one too many times when he was a child. And his icy smile didn’t once reach his eyes.

  “Jo. Are you all right? Jo, talk to me!”

  “What do you want?” I asked.

  Skeleton grinned at me. “I want you to pick up the phone and tell your sister you’ll call her back.”

  “Jo. Is that him? Where are you? Jo, pick up the damn phone!”

  I reached for the phone. “Hope?”

  I watched Skeleton raise a gun to my forehead as she started crying in my ear.

  “Hope, are you listening?” I asked.

  “It’s him, isn’t it? He’s with you, isn’t he?”

  “Listen to me. I need you to calm down.”

  She drew in a shuddered breath. “Where are you? Who do I call? What do I do, Jo?”

  “Listen. Okay?”

  Skeleton’s smile faded. “Tell her you’ll call her back.”

  Hope sobbed. “What is it? What is he saying?”

  I spoke as quickly as I could. “843-2610. Remember that number. 843-2160.”

  Skeleton growled. “That’s it.”

  Hope screamed. “Jo!”

  I hung up the phone call and threw my phone at the man’s face. A gunshot rang out, piercing the roof of my office as I ducked down. I crawled over to the corner where I kept a baseball bat and went to reach for it. But instead, my body was lifted into the air.

  “Stop it! Help! Somebody help me!”

  Skeleton grunted. “You can rob me of your sister, but you’re fresh meat. And I’m going to sell you off to the highest fucking bidder I’ve got.”

  “Someone help!” I shrieked.

  I kicked my legs out so hard my heels came off. I beat my fists against the man’s arms, but he was stronger than he looked. I threw my head back, but it only hit his shoulder. And as he carried me out of my office kicking and screaming, he shoved me into a van out front. More hands were on me as my arms were wrapped around my back. Something clenched my skin as someone pulled my legs out from beneath me.

  “Ankles and wrists. I don’t want this bitch going anywhere,” Skeleton said.

  And as the men bound me in the back of that van, tears fell from my face.

  “Someone! Anyone! Help me!”

  A sharp pain slammed against the back of my head before darkness swallowed my vision whole. And when I came to, I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out. I was still in the van. My feet were asleep. It was hard to move my fingers, and my head felt as if it were on fire. I tried not to move too much. The men were talking, and I didn’t want them to know I was awake.

  But what they were talking about shivered me to my core.

  “How much you think we can get for her, Skeleton?”

  “Our highest bidder loves someone with a bit of meat. I’m thinking at least fifty grand.”

  “For someone who isn’t even a virgin?”

  “Hey. We put some tightening cream on that worn-out pussy of hers and he won’t know the damn difference.”

  Tears crested my eyes as I laid there, helpless and alone. I prayed with all of my might that my sister caught that phone number I rattled off to her. But she had been in such a tizzy that I doubted it.

  “I bet her ass is virginal. That’ll take the price up.”

  “I’ll check all that shit when we get there. Before she gets dressed.”

  My jaw quivered as the van hit pothole after pothole, jostling my body and making the migraine pulsing behind my eyes worse. I squeezed my eyes shut, willing this entire experience to go away. Hoping, praying, and wishing it weren’t true.

  However, once we got to our final destination, the van door opened.

  “Come here, you little bitch.”

  I shrieked as a man grabbed my ankles. He pulled me to the edge of the van before I was tossed over his shoulder. I wiggled around, trying to get down from my perched position. But as he smacked, fondled, and played with my ass, it was clear to me that I wasn’t going anywhere.

  “Get your hands off me,” I growled.

  And in answer to my demand, he smacked my ass so hard it brought tears to my eyes.

  “Ow,” I whimpered.

  My tears blurred my vision. Doors crashed open as darkness descended upon us, patches of light giving me relief. But when the man carrying me sat me down into a chair, I looked up at him. He grinned down at me with scars all across his face, as if he had been burned by something. Then, he snapped his fingers.

  And two men came running with knives to relieve me of my bondage.

  “What do you want?” I asked.

  The man didn’t say anything, though. All he did was hold out his hand before tossing something into my lap.

  “Get dressed,” he said.

  I looked down at the flimsy fabric in my lap as sensation rushed back into my fingers and my feet. Making it feel like I was being stabbed by a thousand needles at once.

  I sniffled. “What?”

  He shook his head as he reached for his gun, and he immediately pointed it at my head. I closed my eyes and waited for the pain. For the gunshot. For the end. But he didn’t pull the trigger.

  He simply pressed the barrel to my skin.

  “Get. Dressed.”

  My body shivered. “Okay. Okay. When I can feel my feet, I’ll stand and—”

  “Now!”

  “Okay, okay! I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me!”

  He chuckled. “Good little bitch.”

  I bit back what I really wanted to say as I fondled the strings on the pathetic outfit they had tossed int
o my lap. It wasn’t quite a bikini, but it sure as hell wasn’t a dress, either. I didn’t know what the hell it was, but I tried untangling it none the less. I stood to my bare feet the second I regained feeling in them. I held up the outfit, making sure I knew how it worked before I looked back over at the man.

  The man forcing me to get into this thing at gunpoint.

  These men really were going to sell me off.

  And I had no way to get in touch with Link.

  Please remember, Hope. Please remember, Hope. Please remember, Hope.

  Then, I set the stringed outfit down and reached for the belt around my waist. Before I slipped it off and proceeded to unzip my pencil skirt.

  While the man with the gun cased me with his salivating eyes.

  15

  Link

  I cracked my neck and let out a satisfied sigh. Life felt grand. I hadn’t felt this good in ages, and I reveled in it. I reached for my beer as I sat at my desk. With my leather jacket hanging on the hook by my office door, I sipped the cold, bold drink and enjoyed how it slid down my throat. I closed my eyes and grunted. I stretched my legs out beneath my desk and locked my hands behind my head. Life was good. I got my woman, I freed her sister, and I finally got to stick it to that asshole of a president that was more of a joke than anything else.

  But just like it always did in this lifestyle, my bubble quickly burst the second my cell phone vibrated in my pocket.

  “This better be good,” I murmured.

  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and mindlessly picked it up.

  “Yep?” I asked.

  A shuddered voice sounded in my ear. “Link?”

  I furrowed my brow. “Who is this?”

  I pulled the phone out to see what number was calling me as sniffles sounded in the receiving end of the phone call.

  “Link, thank fuck. I dialed your number a million times before I finally got it right.”

  I stood from my chair. “Who is this?”

  She whimpered. “It’s Hope. Joanna’s sister. They—they have her. Link, they took her. Because of me.”

  My blood froze in my veins. “Who took her? Hope?”

  Then, my office door burst open and revealed a wide-eyed Sly with his hands balled up into fists.