Baby and the Biker: The Ghost Riders MC

by Savannah Rylan

  “Why did he want you out of Seattle? I thought you and Tyson moved there because he liked it there.”

  “Parker wanted us away from the city, and away from him. As much of an ass he can be, he wanted to protect me.”

  “Protect you from what?”

  “From people in the club. He said that he didn’t want us to get hurt.”

  I took a large sip of my water, not really knowing how to process all of this.

  “Look, all I am saying is to be careful, ok?”

  “I’ll be careful, Nova.”

  “That’s all I’m asking,” she said.

  The rest of lunch fell pretty silent as I ate. I kept reliving our conversation in the middle of the restaurant as my appetite dissipated. Was Maddox dangerous? Was this something I shouldn’t have gotten into? Was this something I should address with him? I enjoyed being around him and I enjoyed the way he was treating me, but Nova was obviously unsettled about the whole thing.

  Should I be scared? Was I in trouble?

  What in the world did Maddox do for a living?

  Chapter Eleven

  Maddox

  It had only been two fucking days, but I was already craving Reagan’s presence again. My dad was riding my ass about stupid stuff and I’d had it up to my nose with his bullshit. I laid in bed and closed my eyes and found myself dreaming of Reagan’s body. Of her smile and her sounds. The way she gasped and moaned whenever I took her body for my own uses.

  I didn’t know what her lips felt like around my cock yet, but I wanted to find out.

  Reaching for my phone, I pulled up a text message. One of her rules was that I had to connect with her to make sure she was free. I didn’t like that, but I was willing to abide by it. What I really wanted to do was tell her where to be, when to be, and what to be dressed in. I didn’t like surprises, especially with what I was involved in. I wanted to know what I was in for, who I was dealing with, and the timeline we were going to be using to interact.

  But I understood why Reagan wanted it this way. She had her own life and her own career, and I couldn’t expect her to put that on the backburner whenever I beckoned. She was obviously proud of all she accomplished in her life, and it was one more thing that drew me to her. A successful woman who was headstrong and knew what she wanted out of life.

  It was the kind of woman I could see myself being with if I led the kind of life that afforded me that option.

  “Hello?” Reagan asked.

  “Did I wake you?”

  “Not at all,” she said with a sigh. “What’s up?”

  “I was wondering what you were doing Friday evening,” I said.

  “Nothing, to my knowledge. I have a meeting that runs until six, then I should be free.”

  “Free enough to go to a concert?”

  “What kind of concert is it?” she asked.

  “Rock. It’s most a cover band, so I’m sure they will be playing some stuff that you know.”

  “Well, then sure. I’m in.”

  “What time should I meet you there.”

  “You won’t. I’ll pick you up on my bike. Make sure wear something you are comfortable riding in.”

  “You don’t have my address,” she said.

  “That’s why you’ll have to give it to me.”

  “And what if I don’t?” she asked.

  “Then I’ve got ways of finding it out.”

  She fell silent and I waited for her response. She was probably taken aback at my forwardness, but I didn’t care. I had abided by her rule to invite her out, and now that she had given me the go-ahead I was now in charge. And I liked being in charge.

  All she had to do was say ‘yes’.

  But then, my phone vibrated and lit up in my hand. I pulled the phone away from my ear and groaned when I saw my father’s name. Fuck. What the hell did he want this late at night?

  Then, a message came through from Reagan.

  A message with her address.

  “See you Friday evening,” she said.

  “Sleep well, babe.”

  “Babe?” she asked.

  “Do you not like it?”

  There was another beat of silence before she began to giggle. The sound was relaxing, like the bath we’d taken together a couple of days ago. I settled down into bed, trying to ignore the fact that my father was beckoning for me as I closed my eyes.

  “I like it,” she said. “Should I have a pet name for you?”

  “Nope. Just Maddox,” I said.

  “Okay, Maddox. I’ll see you Friday evening.”

  “See you then. Get some rest.”

  I ignored the text message from my father and fell asleep. I’d deal with his asinine bullshit in the morning. What I needed was sleep. After a long week of him running me ragged with more shit, collecting on debt that hadn’t been paid, and using more information as leverage against people who wouldn’t cooperate, I needed a break from him. I was tired of doing his fucking dirty work for the club, and I was even more tired of him insinuating that I would take his seat as president once he was removed from it.

  I fell asleep quickly with thoughts of Reagan’s curvy body on my mind.

  ***

  I woke up covered in sweat and my cock hard. I had dreamed of fucking Reagan the entire night, and all I wanted to do was to feel her underneath me. I leaned over to my nightstand about to call her and tell her that I was coming over and that she didn’t have a choice, when my father’s number flashed across my screen.

  I let my head hit my pillow and I let out a loud groan. I slid my finger across the screen and answered.

  “About fucking time, you answered your damn phone,” my father spat.

  “I’ve been busy doing all of your fucking dirty work.”

  “You know what Maddox? I’m getting really fucking tired of you saying this is all my dirty work. This work if for the good of the club. Don’t you see that?”

  I bit back a groan. That was his argument for everything. That this all wasn’t for his own greed. That it was for the club.

  “What does the club need this time?”

  “I’m calling church. Get your ass to the shop right fucking now.”

  He hung up on me just as I was about to fling my phone across the room. I took a breath and threw my phone next to me on the bed. Maybe calling church wasn’t a bad thing. The club hadn’t had a full meeting with everyone in a while, and maybe some of the other guys could talk some fucking sense into my dad before things started to get ugly.

  I rolled out of bed quickly and threw on the first pair of clean clothes I could find in my closet. I grabbed my phone from my tangled sheets and walked out the door. By the time I had hit the road, I already had myself convinced that if I could get some of the other guys in the MC to see what I was seeing then maybe we could get my dad to take things down a notch.

  I pulled up to the shop and cursed under my breath when I realized that I was the last one to arrive. My dad would make sure to be an ass about that. I pushed open the doors and headed to the back room where we usually held church. Everyone was already sitting around the table when I walked in.

  “Nice of you to show up,” my dad barked.

  I nodded curtly and sat down at an empty seat.

  “As I was discussing before you decided to show up,” my dad said. “I was talking about expanding our business.”

  “Expand our business where?” I asked. My dad shot me a death glare. I shrugged my shoulders at him.

  “I think we should expand sales into Portland.”

  I felt the blood drain from my face. Portland was Steel Outlaws territory. It had been for years and pretty much everyone knew that. The Steel Outlaws were a much bigger MC than ours and pushing into their territory would be suicide.

  “But Portland has already been claimed by the Steel Outlaws, Tony” Parker said. I looked over at him and silently thanked him for speaking up. I looked over at my dad and watched as he clenched his jaw.

  “I don’t
give a fuck about the Steel Outlaws,” my dad said.

  “Dad, maybe we should think about this. The Steel Outlaws are a hell of a lot bigger than us.” Several of the other guys nodded in agreement.

  My dad slammed his fist onto the table and a harsh silence fell over the room.

  “I said, I don’t give a fuck about the Steel Outlaws. They are fucking pussies and we can deal with them.”

  “I don’t think –” Parker said but my dad had already pulled his gun out and was pointing it at him. Parker slowly held up his hands.

  “Dad, calm down,” I said. “Parker was just trying to talk.”

  My dad glared and me and then he glared back at Parker. After a few seconds he finally lowered his gun with a laugh. I let out a sigh of relief.

  “We can handle better business than the Steel Outlaws and we will deal with them if it becomes a problem. I have already reached out to some of their buyers out there and offered them a better deal on shipments. Once I hear back we can move forward.”

  Silence remained around the room.

  “Tony,” Parker said. “What about taking it to a vote?”

  My dad clenched his jaw and I put my hand on my own gun in case he decided to pull his on Parker again.

  “I’m the president of this fucking club, and everyone will do as I fucking say. We won’t vote on this, because this is the best thing for our business. And if the Steel Outlaws become a problem then we will take care of it.”

  I fell back into my chair. What the hell was my father doing? Did he completely forget to put something like this up to a vote for the club as a whole? I looked around the table, hoping that someone else would speak up. But everyone was looking down. No one wanted to challenge my father.

  What the fuck had the Ghost Riders turned into?

  My father looked around the table and smiled. He knew he had won. He picked up the gavel and slammed it down on the table, sealing the club’s fate.

  I sat there in stunned silence as some of the other guys slowly got up and left. My father sat next to me practically beaming. He reached over and put his arm on my shoulder.

  “See Maddox? I’m doing great things for this club. I’m setting it up to make a shitload of money. And once that start to funnel in you and the rest of the guys will be thanking me.”

  And with that he got up and left me in the room alone.

  ***

  I heard the door open and I shot up from my bike and turned around. My eyes gazed into the blackness of the driveway, waiting for Reagan to walk towards my bike. And when she did, I was stunned. Her hips moved gracefully with the height of her heels. The dress she wore looked incredible of her, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Her hair was spilling down her back and her eyes were sparkling.

  “I thought I mentioned to wear something you could ride in,” I said and I smirked slightly the closer she got to me.

  “I wanted to wear something fun tonight,” she said with a wink. “Besides isn’t it more fun for me to wrap my bare legs around you?”

  I growled and pulled her close to me, listening to her giggles fall from her lips. I crashed my lips down onto hers, feeling her arms wrap around the breadth of my shoulders.

  I wrapped my arms around her waist, and I knew there was no way we were making it to this concert.

  “Maddox? Are you okay?”

  I grabbed her arms and pulled her back towards her apartment building, listening to her squeal as I led us from the street.

  “Where are we going? What about the concert?”

  “I’ll take you to see them again. Any concert you want. But we can’t make it there. I can’t…”

  I turned around to look at her as her eyes danced between mine. She scanned my body, taking in my panting chest and my growing girth. A smirk dawned upon her cheeks as her eyes darkened, and soon her body was pressed against mine as her hand raised to cup my cheek.

  “Ready for dessert?” Reagan asked.

  I grabbed tightly to her ass and pulled her flush to my body before my tongue darted out for her lower lip.

  “Oh yes,” I said. “More than ready.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Reagan

  I barely opened the door to my apartment before he tugged me inside. He pulled me into the living room and I fell straight into his lap. His lips were attacking mine, nibbling and sucking on them as I moaned in his lap. My body shivered as Maddox’s hands ran up my back.

  I felt his cock throbbing against me as I straddled him on the leather sofa. I released his lips and breathed in the air pulsing from his lips, then I kissed down his neck as I slid to my knees. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to wrap my lips around that raging cock of his and swallow as much of it as I could. He consistently had me like putty in his hands, and I wanted to see if I could do the same for him.

  If I could have the same effect on him that he had on me.

  My hands made quick work of his belt and zipper. I ripped his pants down his leg, watching as his cock thumped against his pelvis. He was groaning while I watched his cock dance, the tip of it red with anger as precome leaking from its tip.

  I darted my tongue out and licked it off as his hand twirled itself into my hair.

  I descended my mouth onto his dick as his head fell back onto the seat. He scooted down, spreading his legs farther to accommodate my body. I loved him sprawled out like this. Showing off his dominance and accepting my body for his own pleasure. There was something carnal about it. Something blatantly honest that society had wiped from our sexual culture. A man had to be gentle with a woman. Delicate, like she was some sort of flower that could crumble at the slightest hint of wind.

  Men couldn’t be men anymore in bed. They couldn’t be primal and establish their natural dominance. But Maddox could.

  And he did.

  And I craved all of it and more.

  “Reagan. Fuck, that mouth.”

  I moaned as my name hit my ears. I sucked as much of him down as I could take before I wrapped my hand around the rest of him. I ran my tongue up the protruding vein from his cock, feeling his legs contract with pleasure. I bobbed my head and hollowed out my cheeks. Drops of precome kept dripping onto my tongue as his hips left the seat. He was thrusting into my mouth, his hand commanding the movements of my head as I held on for the ride. My hand gripped his cock as spit fell from between my lips, coating his skin and soaking my hand.

  I moaned around him again, causing his legs to jump with ecstasy.

  “Oh yes. Oh… oh, shit. You’re very good at this.”

  My toes curled in wonder at his praise. I could feel him losing control. His hand was knotted in my hair as he shoved me down onto his cock, sliding the crook of him down my throat as I gagged. I breathed through it, fighting the tears building in my eyes as my hands planted onto his legs. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to come down my throat. I wanted him to have what he wanted because I knew he was aching to burst free.

  And I wanted him to do that with me.

  I wanted him to know I would give him whatever it was he wanted.

  “Reagan. Yes. It’s… it’s coming. I’m… I’m-”

  I sucked hard on him one last time before he spilled down my throat. His cock bulged against my teeth, his legs shaking as his heels dug into the floor. I curled my nails into his thighs, tears dripping down my cheeks as he filled my hungry stomach with his arousal. I closed my eyes and breathed through my nose, feeling his hand release my hair.

  Then, he began to run his fingers through it. Like he was comforting me.

  “Come here,” he said huskily. “Come on. Get up.”

  I pulled his cock from my throat and gasped for air. Something soft and smooth ran along my lips, cleaning me up before it started dabbing at my cheeks.

  His shirt.

  Maddox was using his shirt to clean me up.

  “Come on, babe. Get up here,” he said.

  I was shaking from the exertion as my jaw trembled. There were so many emotions cours
ing through my system and I didn’t know how to begin sorting them out. I felt Maddox’s arms gather me up, pulling me into his lap as my head fell to his shoulder. I closed my eyes and sighed, shuddering against him as he stroked my arm.

  “That was incredible,” he said. “Thank you. Are you okay?”

  I nodded into the crook of his neck, but I felt his body tense.

  “I need you to say it. I need to hear it from you. Are you okay, Reagan?”

  “I am,” I said breathlessly. “Just…”

  I felt his arms tighten around me as his legs finally stopped shaking.

  “Just what, babe? Talk to me.”

  “I just really enjoyed it, that’s all,” I said. “And it’s new. It was new, being commanded like that.”

  Maddox let out a light laugh. “I have other ways I can command you, you know?”

  I moved my head up and looked and him with a smile.

  “Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

  Within second Maddox pushed my back down on the couch. The leather felt cool on my skin and I shivered slightly. He moved on top of my body and I felt electricity as his lips crashed into mine. I started to wrap my arms and legs around him, but he swiftly unwrapped my legs and pushed my arms up over my head holding them there.

  “I’m the one commanding you remember?” he said huskily.

  I bit my lip and nodded as his lips moved to my neck. He trailed kissed down my collar bone. His lips moved to the straps of my dress, and he pulled one down with his teeth. Because my dress had a corset type top, I had decided to not wear a bra that night. As his lips travelled to my chest, I was so happy I didn’t. He tugged down on the fabric slightly and both of my breasts popped out. He bent down and grabbed one of them in his hand. His lips moved to my pebbled nipple and he flicked his tongue lightly across it. When I let out a moan he lightly sucked on nipple causing my whole body to shake.

  He then moved down my body to the hemline of my dress. When I felt his lips brush my thigh, I closed my eyes and pushed my head back into the couch.

  He used his hands to hike up my dress as his lips started to kiss my thighs. I felt my whole body start to tremble in anticipation. His lips reached the edge of my thong and I let out a loud moan. Maddox brought up his hand and quickly ripped my thong from my body and threw the torn fabric on the floor.