Outlaw Souls MC Box Set: Books 1-6

by Hope Stone

  We got out and went to the front desk, and a very old man slowly made his way over from the small chair he’d been sitting on. He appeared to be eating something chewy, because his mouth was full. “Can I help you folks?”

  “Uh, yeah, we need…” I looked at Ryder for some clue but he was looking the other way. “We need two rooms.”

  That got Ryder’s attention and he looked at me with raised eyebrows.

  “I’m afraid we only got one room left. There’s a national bowling tournament in town and we’re almost sold out. It’s got a king-sized bed, but there’s a pullout couch for ya.”

  I slid the emergency credit card that Dad always kept in the car to the guy. “Fine. We’ll take it.”

  As the man sucked his teeth and droned on about the amenities of the motel, I could feel my body heat rising. One way or the other, Ryder and I were about to spend the night together. We finally got the paper envelope with our keys and made our way over to the elevators. Ryder still hadn’t said a word since we’d left the hospital.

  Like an idiot, I felt the need to fill the silence with chatter. Finally, after we’d walked down the long hallway, we stopped at the door. “Looks like this is us,” I said.

  His eyes were cloudy with some emotion I couldn’t discern.

  “Ryder,” I said at the same time he spoke.

  “Paige.”

  We smiled and he said, “Ladies first.”

  “I just want to say thank you for everything you did and to let you know that I know it doesn’t mean anything about me or that you feel anything for me and that the only reason we are here is because we have to get the girls from the hospital tomorrow and that we tried to get separate rooms but we couldn’t and it’s okay because I’ll take the foldout couch and you can have the bed.”

  He was grinning. “Are you finished?”

  I smiled and nodded.

  “Are you sure? We could stand out here and discuss how many towels we’ll each use and what to do if the toilet seat doesn’t have that paper strip across it.”

  “Too much?” I asked, blushing.

  “Personally…” he said, leaning in for a whisper, “I’d much rather go inside, peel off all of your clothes, and lick every inch of that body of yours.”

  That did it.

  My hand was shaking as I tried repeatedly to get the stupid plastic card to make the little light turn green. Ryder placed his hand over mine and guided the key up and down and I swore there was nothing more erotic on the planet.

  Finally, the blessed door opened. I turned around to thank him for helping and his mouth closed down on mine before I could get the words out.

  The attraction that had been building combined with the intensity of the past few days to create an explosion of desire. We tumbled into the room and closed the door, not even bothering to look around.

  Our mouths never left each other as hands grasped at buttons and buckles, kicking shoes off and stepping out of pants.

  When there was nothing left but our shirts, Ryder backed me up against a wall, pulled my T-shirt up, kissed my neck, and reached around to unclasp my bra. As he pulled the clothes over my head, it brushed my raw wrists and the glass cut on my arm and I winced in pain.

  “You’re hurt,” he said, taking my wrists and examining them. “Why didn’t you tell them at the hospital?”

  I didn’t want to talk. “I’m fine.” I reached my hand down and wrapped my fingers around his stiff, hard cock.

  That was all the reassurance he needed, and he peeled off his shirt.

  The sight of him naked took my breath away. I’d imagined what he would look like…I’d dreamed about it…but nothing had prepared me for this moment.

  His chest was literally perfect. He had several tattoos that I planned to ask about later. His six-pack had the most beautiful trail that led down to a glorious cock that would soon be deep inside of me. His strong biceps were just the right size. Big, but not in that veiny bodybuilder way.

  He saw me checking him out and grinned. “You like what you see?”

  I was embarrassed for a second and said, “Yeah. You are… really hot.” That was the best thing I could come up with? What a derp.

  “Let’s take a shower,” I said, walking to the bathroom. I was fully aware of his gaze on my ass as I walked in front of him. But it had been a long, dirty day and I wanted to get clean.

  The water heated up surprisingly quickly and we stepped inside. It was small, but I preferred it that way.

  If Ryder looked good dry, he looked like a god wet. His hair was slicked back as he bent down to kiss me. It was actually tender at first, and he took my face in his hands. “Paige. I…”

  I reached up to kiss him again. I closed my eyes and our tongues began exploring. His hands ran down my back and cupped my ass, bringing me closer into him. His hard cock pressed against my belly and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  My pussy was starting to throb. I needed him inside of me. Any part of him, so I took his hand and guided it between my legs.

  I was very glad I’d shaved the other night, because my skin was smooth and naked, and I could feel everything intensely.

  His fingers instinctively went to both my clit and inside. Moving in and out, following my breathing, he kissed me, pinched my nipples with one hand, and fucked me with his other hand.

  The combination was exactly what I loved, and I felt my orgasm building.

  “You are so wet, Paige. I am going to make you come and then I’m going to lick it up.”

  As soon as he said that, my pussy tightened around his hand and a wave of intense pleasure ripped through my body. I lost all awareness of where I was, and the whole world narrowed down to his hands inside of me, pressing all the right spots.

  I clung to him, panting, as the pleasure wave rose and fell. “Oh my God. Oh my God.” That was all I could say.

  I reached down and grabbed him again, but he said, “No. Not yet.” He stepped aside and let me rinse off, and then pulled the shower curtain aside as he turned off the water.

  I grabbed a towel, handed him one, and dried off a little bit.

  He took my hand and said, gently, “Come here.”

  We went over to the bed and he laid me down at the end. “I want to finish what I started.”

  Spreading my legs, he kneeled down in front of me. “You’re beautiful, Paige. What a beautiful pussy you have.”

  He then dipped his head down and began licking me. It was so soft that my body twitched. He took two fingers and began moving them in and out of me, licking and lapping my juice. “Your cum is so sweet. I could eat you all night.”

  I felt another climax starting and I put my hands on his wet hair. “Ryder…”

  He knew what I wanted and stood. That magnificent cock was right at the level of my body, and he lifted my knees, spread me open and slid inside.

  At first, he didn’t move, just savoring the feeling of being inside. He was big and filled me completely. “You feel so good, Paige. So fucking good.” He looked me in the eyes and asked, “Are you ready?”

  I nodded.

  He started moving, faster and faster. He was pumping his cock into me and I lifted my knees, placing my hands under them. I wanted to take all of him.

  I was trying to hold out so that he could come first, but I couldn’t. Just as Ryder threw his head back and let out a deep growl, another climax seared through my body. I felt him flood my pussy as I clamped down on him.

  Time stood still for a moment and neither of us moved. I opened my eyes and saw him looking, not just into my eyes, but into my soul.

  He dropped down onto the bed next to me. We were both sweating and out of breath. As I rolled over, I didn’t know where things would go with him or how it would turn out. I only knew one thing for sure. I wanted this man, and I wanted him in my life for a very long time.

  The rest was just details.

  Epilogue: Paige

  Six Months Later

  “Can I hold the ba
by?”

  Lily and Bailey were taking turns holding Emory, the baby that Swole and Tammy had finally adopted.

  “Don’t get any ideas,” Ryder said as he sipped on another cup of coffee. “No babies for you for a very long time.” He then looked at Scorpion, who now was going by his birth name, and said, “Got that, Scott?”

  “Yes, sir.” Scott brought over slices of cake for everyone seated at our table. “I’m more interested in finishing prospecting for Outlaw Souls and getting my degree.”

  We were having an adoption party for Swole and Tammy at Tiny’s. I’d quit working here shortly after we left Barstow and my parents had put up the money for the mobile health clinic. We’d been up and running for a couple of months, and Heals on Wheels was starting to get publicity.

  We’d partnered up with local senior living complexes, and even managed to get Padre into one of them. It was one of those places that was like a regular neighborhood, but also had increased levels of care for when you really needed it.

  Scott and Lily were dating, but casually, since she had a year to go before graduating high school. He was attending La Playa Community College and Lily was doing a dual enrollment thing so they could take classes together.

  Bailey was also in the middle of a lot of senior year activities, and she and Lily had become inseparable.

  Fortunately, it was easy for them to spend time together now that I’d finally moved out of Banner Manor and in with Ryder. I honestly thought my parents would give me shit about it, but my mother had fallen in love with Ryder. She called him her “son outlaw.”

  Since Padre stepped down as the president of Outlaw Souls, Ryder had taken the club in a new direction. They were going to clean up the streets of La Playa. Main enemy number one? Las Balas. El Diablo hadn’t reappeared, but it was just a matter of time until he did.

  “Paige, look.” Swole nodded her head toward the counter. “That is not something I ever thought I’d see.” She was looking at Ryder holding Emory and cooing at him. “He looks really good with a baby, don’t you think?” She grinned and winked at me.

  Little did she know, he was about to get a lot of practice doing just that. “Hey, can I get some more ice cream? I can’t get enough to eat these days…”

  Book 2: Pin

  Outlaw Souls MC

  Pin Book Blurb:

  Claire

  Falling in love is a beautiful lie.

  Rule #1: Never kiss on the mouth.

  Rule #2: Never date the same man twice.

  Rule #3: Never...well, a lady never tells.

  Enter him.

  Let’s forget his oh-so irresistible packaging,

  Behind that rugged exterior, there's a ruthless god with a dark sense of justice.

  I don’t even know his real name, but I know I should hate him.

  One savage kiss and it’s lethal chemistry.

  One night of sheet-taring bad decisions and he’s taring through my heart..

  Even as my heart craves him,

  My soul craves something that will break him…

  I want truth...justice served cold on a platter. Whatever the cost.

  Pin

  Claire Stone’s a woman with a purpose.

  A skilled private investigator.

  A beautiful curse.

  She was a stranger to me until the day she barged into my life, looking for answers.

  I’m pretty sure she’s never found a problem she can't solve.

  Until me.

  The man of her dreams and her nightmares all in one.

  Who knew I’d meet my match in this smoking little spitfire?

  Problem is, Claire’s not just a girl, she’s made herself my enemy…

  Guess nobody told her you don’t digging around in club business without savage consequences.

  When karma rears its ugly head, I can’t promise to be her shield,

  She’s faced me with an impossible choice,

  Love, loyalty, or survival.,.

  I’m falling, crashing, half-crazy for a girl who should have never been mine.

  If I bring her out of this alive, I want something in return.

  Turn The Page To Uncover The Ugly Truth...

  Pin

  “Alright, brothers, that’s it for me,” Ryder said.

  I looked up from my bike to see Ryder standing up and brushing off his dark jeans. He nodded at Moves and me as he headed for the door. We had been working on our bikes at the shop for the last hour or so like we did almost every Friday afternoon.

  “Aw, you’re really blowing us off for drinks again?” Moves asked.

  “Yeah, I’m sick of dragging your drunk ass home every night,” Ryder snapped.

  I smirked down at the ground. I loved it when Moves and Ryder badgered each other. They never meant any harm. It was all in good fun, just one of the things that made us brothers, bonded by our devotion to our club, the Outlaw Souls.

  “Pin, I’ll see ya later,” Ryder said.

  He clapped my shoulder as he headed out, his back ramrod straight. Ryder was the type of guy who thought he had to carry the whole world on his shoulders. It showed sometimes in the way he walked with purpose and a hint of weariness.

  Once the roar of his motorcycle had faded into the distance, Moves glanced at me. “You’re coming to Blue Dog Saloon, right?”

  “Wouldn’t miss it,” I said.

  Moves was the enforcer of our group. He had earned that position through a dedication to street fighting that was, frankly, terrifying. Nearly every day, I thanked my lucky stars that he was on our side.

  As enforcer, Moves always liked to be in the thick of things, and he never missed a meet-up among club members. It was Friday, so that meant drinks and music down at the Blue Dog Saloon, our unofficial headquarters.

  The bar was located on the dingy side of La Playa, far away from the glistening sandy beaches and the boardwalk. Blue Dog Saloon was scrappy but proud, just like the club itself.

  “Sweet,” Moves said. “Maybe this time you’ll actually get a girl’s number.”

  He grinned at me beneath his messy mop of sandy brown hair.

  I rolled my eyes. It wasn’t that I couldn’t get a woman, it was just that I only liked having one for a few nights. I wasn’t into all that soul-changing all-consuming type of love. Moves was, but somehow he could never find it. He was always getting his heart broken or breaking someone else’s heart and then breaking some noses as well, just to round everything out.

  “You don’t mean that,” I said. “You’d be screwed without my wingman skills.”

  As I stood up, Moves jokingly shoved me in the chest. I dodged away with a laugh, but patted my chest to make sure my glasses were in one piece. Moves had already broken my accounting glasses three times in the last six months and I was sick of getting replacements.

  I had been the treasurer for Outlaw Souls for over three years. I kept my glasses on me at all times in case I needed to crunch numbers at any point. We always had gigs, odd jobs, and fundraisers, so keeping track of all the influx and outflow was no joke.

  I was happy to do it though; the club was everything to me. I had been born and raised on the wrong side of La Playa. Sick of my mom’s non-stop fighting with her boyfriend, I had joined up as soon as I was eighteen. I was never the guy to grab the center of attention, so I had always wanted to be treasurer – not in the middle of things, but still pulling strings behind-the-scenes.

  I remembered when the older guys had suggested I get an accounting degree at a local college, I’d been almost offended. I thought they were trying to get rid of me or hint that I wasn’t suited for a biker club. Instead, they explained that they needed someone with certain skills and, since I had done so well in high school math courses, I had potential.

  I had done well in math because it was a good distraction from whatever jerk my mom was seeing that month, but I didn’t tell them that. Instead, I got into an accounting program with the club paying for the whole thing. They didn’t a
sk for a single penny back. That’s when I knew I would do anything for the Outlaw Souls. It’s been almost ten years since I first asked to join, and I feel the same way.

  I grabbed my leather jacket with the patch and pulled it on as Moves gathered up his stuff. He looked at his phone and then up at me. “Kimmy just texted, she’s headed that way as well.”

  I rolled my eyes. Kimberly Delasante was a pledge who hated – absolutely hated – being called “Kimmy.” So, of course, Moves called her nothing else. Kim was a tough girl though, and always gave as good as she got with Moves.

  Moves and I pushed our bikes out into the bright sun of La Playa. It would start to set soon, so we had just enough time to go for a quick ride and grab dinner before heading to Blue Dog.

  The auto shop we liked to work out of was on the corner across from a rundown taco place and a loan’s office. The taco place needed a serious paint job and had grimy windows, but we all knew that they were the best tacos outside LA. There was another, shinier version of La Playa, but it wasn’t for me, never had been.

  “Seriously, man, I worry about you,” Moves said as the sun hit us.

  It was pretty out of the blue, so I raised my brows.

  “You got walls a mile high, brother,” Moves continued. “Being single is fun for a while, but come on, you don’t wanna be grabbing beers with your brothers every Friday for the rest of your life, right?”