by Jayne Blue
“Ryder. Ryder. Oh.” Was all I could say. But my voice was far away and breathy. He was taking me over the edge again. This time, I stole a glance at him, and he was still looking at me intently and with a fire in his eyes. As I crested again, he thrust in three powerful times. Each one shook me to the bone. And then he pulled out of me.
It was sudden and shocking, and I was almost in despair. He came. But outside of me. I realized the logic of this very quickly. Out in the water, we’d connected and joined together but without a single word about protection.
He had kept it together, and I was grateful. I had thrown caution to the wind, but he hadn’t. I was surprised at my emotions. I felt a keen loss of him inside me the second he left my body.
I leaned up and pulled his lips back down to mine.
“You’re incredible,” he said between kisses.
“I think you destroyed my brand new bikini.” The tiny thing was in tatters around my breasts, and the bottoms were now washed up on the beach.
“I’ll buy you another one,” he said and kissed me again.
He adjusted his suit.
“Stay here. A little deeper.” And I got what he meant. I was essentially naked on the shore, and while we were alone, logic had started to return. I wasn’t about to go walking up to camp this way. I slid deeper into the water to cover myself in the event a random camper happened upon us. Ryder went up to camp and then came back for me. He waded into the water.
He opened a big plush towel wide and kept it dry above the water.
“Step in Jules.” I did as he said and he scooped me up in it and then into his arms. He carried me up and back to our camp and then into the little pup tent.
I took a long look at him again. He was really a biker God. Tattoos, muscle, and a smile so sexy it ought to be illegal.
Ryder laid down next to me in the tent, and I propped myself up on my elbow to appreciate the scenery.
“So far I can say this is the best camping trip I’ve ever taken,” he said, and I laughed.
“Yeah? It’s not too complicated.”
“I suppose. But your body. Those noises you make when I’m inside you. I’m addicted.” He slid the towel down below my breasts and kissed me there.
What was going on? Was I crazy?
“Should we talk about, uh, anything? This?” I asked as I let him open the towel and run his fingers across my belly, my hip.
“If you want to.” He lowered his mouth to my breast. I was raw and sensitive. I gasped as he sucked hard on it.
“I don’t actually.”
“Okay then.” Ryder leaned over me. We were going for it again. Oh God…
Chapter Six
Ryder
Fucking her in the water was insane. Beautiful. Hot as hell. Pulling out was necessary. But back in the tent that wasn’t happening. I had protection, and we were going to use it.
Yeah, we should talk. Yeah, she was a runaway bride from a rival club. Yeah, this was probably complicated. But we could talk later.
Seeing her in that towel pushed the idea of talking out of my mind. She laid on my bedroll, her lips were swollen, her nipples were red from before, and her body was clean and fresh from the lake. There was no way I wanted to have a conversation.
I used my hands to rub every inch of her smooth skin. Minutes after watching her gorgeously go to pieces outside I had her again, writhing next to me, under me, and begging me. Something about her was more responsive to me than any woman ever had been before. Her sweet openness wrapped up with her dirty mouth was driving me wild. I’d no sooner seen her in that bikini than I’d torn it off her. And I would buy her twenty more just to do it again and again.
She wrapped her legs around me, and I ran my hands up and down her thighs. She was so perfect. She had toned thighs, but she was also soft. If I’d have ordered up a sex Goddess for my birthday, this would be what I’d want to be delivered.
“Fuck me harder this time,” she said. That dirty mouth revved me up coming from such a sweet everything else. I was in so fast and hard she screamed.
“You asked for it,” I said, and I was hard as a rock again. I worried a little that the ground was too hard beneath her, or I was too much on top of her. That maybe it hurt. But she wasn’t complaining. Just the opposite. She bit back at me. Hard. I felt her take my nipples in her mouth, and she licked at my neck. She was as wild as I was and wanted what I was giving her.
I loved it. This time, I was prepared, and I took precautions. Nothing was separating me from her at the critical moment.
She moaned, and I felt her tightly clench around me. I already knew when she was coming, and it was now. Her hips rolled against mine. Her eyes are closed. And her breath was shallow. I thrust in hard and with zero control. In the water, I had to hold back. This time, I didn’t. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to make sure she only wanted me.
I was claiming her with every pulse. I was claiming a woman that in less than twenty-four hours had turned my world upside down.
I pushed into her hot center and felt a release so powerful that now I was shaking. I felt her holding on to me as fucking stars danced in front of me. My orgasm with her was more incredible than I’d ever had. Better than I could remember with any woman. In fact, I couldn’t really remember if any other woman even existed since I’d seen those gray eyes.
I looked down. Had I crushed her? She was tiny really.
She smiled up at me.
How the hell was I so lucky? She’d been dropped down from the God of Chuck Taylors and sex and onto my bike.
I smoothed her hair. It was still wet from the lake. I finally pulled out, and she frowned.
“You’re a greedy little thing,” I said.
“I’m not sorry,” she said. I loved her for that. Shit. Love?
She situated herself in the crook of my arm. And we laid like that. I don’t know how long.
I didn’t care. I could stay like that forever. With Jules. In my little tent by the lake.
And we fucked again. I didn’t know I had three in a row in me, but she brought it out of me and more.
Finally, I called Uncle.
“I’m going to need food if you want to ravish me again,” I said. Her hair was dry now. The perfect curls and updo were now replaced with this wavy wild child halo. It was starting to be easier and easier to see her at art school.
“Me ravish you?” She said and ran her cheek up my head and onto my Mohawk, she was like a kitten. I couldn’t withstand her touches without wanting to do it again.
“Yeah, that’s right. Food.”
“I suppose I’m starving too,” she said, and I put my hand over her belly and leaned down and kissed it.
“I hear it. There’s a monster in there growling princess,” I said to her. She squirmed under my hand and giggled.
“So you killing and grilling something?” she asked. She was totally free. No towel or blanket covering her. And she let me look so I did.
If we didn’t leave soon, we’d be at it again. I was surprised to find I couldn’t keep my hands or mouth off her. How had something I didn’t know existed yesterday turn into something I didn’t want to exist without today? It was a big question that I’d best put aside.
Food. That was primary right now.
“No, we’re going out. If we stay here, we won’t leave the tent.” And I drew her to me to kiss her again. I cupped her ass in my hands and damned if I wasn’t right. I wanted her again. She pulled back from the kiss. Thank God. Or I’d starve.
“Okay, well then give me five minutes to get dressed.”
“Deal.” I found my jeans and got out fast before it was too late.
And to her word, five minutes later she was ready to go. She didn’t need the hair, the eyelashes, and whatever else they’d put on her for her wedding day to make her look like a princess bride. She was much better with none of it.
“What?”
“You look better without the hairdo.”
“Yeah,
they had me looking like Barbie Dream Bride yesterday. Can we not talk too much about it?”
“Whatever you want princess,” I said and meant it.
“Let’s live a few more hours like I don’t have to worry about the next few days.” She said, and a look of sadness came over her face that replaced the flower-child art school sex kitten I’d been enjoying. I sure as hell didn’t want to be the cause of that frown line between her eyes so I agreed.
“I can do that.” I could. This crazy time we were having made it easy for me to make that deal. A day or two with her and no complications was fine by me. Even though the complications were out there. Licking their wounds from the ass beating I gave them.
“So where to,” she asked me.
“Get on the back of my bike and I’ll surprise you.”
She looked at the pup tent, and her bag, she’d been doing that a lot I’d noticed. Whether it was the jewelry she’d shown me or something else, it had her attention.
“You can leave the gear I bought you here. But if there’s something that’s worth something in your bag. Bring it. I’ll lock it in my bike. Safe as anything else.”
“Thanks, Ryder.” She spent a moment grabbing her small bag, she left the shit I bought her, and she seemed satisfied with my solution.
We drove to Benton Harbor’s downtown and then across the river to St. Joseph. I knew it was a big weekend, as big as small town Michigan got, and that Saturday night’s Blossom Festival would be in full swing.
We could get food. I could show her around. Shit. It would almost be like a date. This, of course, was reverse order, mind blowing sex with a woman who’s just ditched a wedding dress and then dinner. But whatever.
St. Joseph had food carts, remnants of floats from the morning parade, and Benton Harbor across the river had crafting booths and car shows. It was as festive as the towns got all year.
“What do we have here?” Jules asked me.
“It is night two of the Blossom Festival. Benton Harbor and St. Joseph have been putting on the festival for over one-hundred years. I went to it every year as a kid. Fucked the Blossom Queen the last time I was in town.”
“Really?” She looked pissed at that which I was happy to discover.
“Nothing compared to you,” I said and stole a nibble of her neck as we parked my bike. I was sure no one would touch it. Around here I was known. Sometimes that was good. Sometimes it was bad. But no one was going to fuck with my bike.
I locked it up and took her hand. I had a place in mind for food and a cold one.
We walked, and she started in with questions.
“So you grew up here?” she asked.
“You seem surprised.”
“No, just curious how you grew up and became a biker.”
“I was always a grease monkey, cars, bikes, scooters, whatever.”
“But the Great Wolves?”
“Didn’t have a daddy for very long, opposite of you. It was mom and me. I was big trouble for a while. I was sixteen, full of testosterone, over six-feet tall, and ready to fight with anything. Momma was dating a Great Wolf at the time, and he kicked my ass at her request.”
“That’s terrible.”
“No, it was good. I needed it.”
“Wild child, wild man.” She liked that little turn of phrase. It made her smile. I could get high off that smile.
We were near an alley entranceway. I ducked in and yanked her in with me. She didn’t have time to argue or process it. I watched her chest rise and fall.
“Best to keep that in mind princess.” I pushed her up against the brick wall and kissed her hard. I also took a nice long feel of her body from chin to thigh.
“I’m just as wild. You should keep that in mind.” And she bit my lip and then soothed it with her own kiss.
“Put up or shut up princess.” I slid my hand into the short shorts she was wearing and found the little undies I’d bought her. I tugged hard. I wanted her to know I wanted them off her. She gasped and leaned her hips up to mine. What the fuck was it with her? I didn’t want her out of my hands or my sight?
If I didn’t stop, we’d do it right here in the ally. I kissed her deep, my tongue swirled around hers. She made one of those little sounds. Shit. I pulled back. Naked in an alley wasn’t such a great idea, and that’s where I was headed.
I yanked her back out to the sidewalk, and she followed, hand in mine. She liked it wild. That was clear and that was fine by me. She also gave as good as she got. I like that about her. Liked it a lot.
We ate an early dinner at the Buck’s Burger.
“Oh, my God! Sweet Potato Fry HEAVEN!”
“You’re a fan?” I laughed as she put food away in quantities that did not seem possible for her size.
“Totally. I had these in Savannah for the first time and am in love.” We ate our burgers and talked. I told her about my idea for Great Wolves Auto Body.
“We just started one at my charter in Grand City. If it goes good, I get to expand it to all the charters. And I get a founder’s cut.”
“Is that big money?” she asked.
“It could be. Great Wolves MC is all about coming up with money makers that we can do and then share with the other charters. Almost every charter has a grease monkey like me or half a dozen. I want Great Wolves to be the place in each of our towns for a reliable repair job, oil change, whatever.”
“Sounds brilliant.”
“I hope so.” She explained her dreams of designing jewelry and pottery.
“Daddy isn’t too keen on it. And honestly, I don’t know where to start. But he wasn’t going to even give me a chance.” I watched that frown come back and the worry.
“Have you ever tried to sell?”
“No. I had school and then this medieval wedding situation. I have no idea if anyone but me would be interested.”
“I have an idea.”
Something about Jules Maldonado had me stepping out of my normal mode. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. I paid the bill and nodded to the owner of Buck’s Burgers.
“Good to see you, Ryder,” Buck called out to me as we left.
“You too.” I waved, and we were off out to the street again.
“That hit the spot. All that sex made me really hungry.”
I laughed at her bluntness. It was hilarious.
“Me too. Now get your mind out of the gutter. I want to show you something.” We walked a block and a half, and there it was. The shop. Looking familiar. Smelling familiar. It was a page out of my slightly “off” childhood. What the hell was I doing? This was speed dating or insanity, but here it was. I brought her to the shop.
“Light the Path?” Jules read the sign to me.
“Yep.”
“What is this place?” she asked, and I pushed the door open. We entered as the tinkle of chimes announced our presence. Jules looked at me and around Light the Path.
There were shelves of crystals on one wall, a rack of new age greeting cards on another. The aroma of patchouli and who knows what else mixed in blew the burger smell right out of my nose. There was some new age music on the sound system. Next to the crystals and mystical bullshit was typical Michigan tourist fair too.
One entire wall was devoted to hand painted signs about living by the lake. “We Don’t Skinny Dip We Chunky Dunk.” “Life’s Better at the Lake.” “At the Lake We Do Beer Thirty and Wine O’Clock.” I watched as Jules got lost in the lake like philosophy slogans. I’d seen all of them a million times.
Her light reading was interrupted by a grand entrance. From the back, separated from the front of the store, by rows and rows of beads came a woman with wild dark hair, it was streaked gray in the front. She had scarves around her head, her neck, her wrists, pretty much anywhere she could find real estate, she’d draped a scarf.
Her dark hair was so different from my own. But her smile, that’s what I got, that’s what most people said anyway.
“Ryder!!” She swept forward and
hugged me hard. She also rubbed the prickly hair of my Mohawk.
“Mom,” I said.
And Jules Maldonado’s jaw dropped wide open.
My mom had that effect on most people.
Chapter Seven
Jules
“I love this hair!” The gypsy woman shopkeeper rubbed her hands, with so many rings I couldn’t count, up and down Ryder’s center patch of hair.
“Yeah? I thought you loved it when I have it long.” Ryder’s smile was her smile. Otherwise, the two people couldn’t look more different. She was dark and curvy, he was long and blonde. But that smile she gave him looked exactly like the one that Ryder deployed. Dazzling.
“I can see your face. You have such a beautiful face!” And this woman pulled Ryder in for a hug. He accepted it. To say I was confused was an understatement. What was this place?
“Who is this pretty?” Ryder’s Mom peered around his shoulder at me. I’d been stuck to one spot on the floor. Taking in the scene. Wondering about what it would be like to be raised by this woman who screamed “free spirit” with every scarf and crystal.
“This is Jules.” Ryder turned and put a hand out for me. His electric sex vibe replaced with something that made me feel safe like he was leading me into something that I shouldn’t be afraid of. His eyes were soft and so were his Mother’s.
“Hello, Jules. Welcome. I’m Violet.” And her eyes were the color of her name. Purple. I’d never seen eyes like hers. She was stunning. I wondered at what Ryder’s father looked like. He must have been a tall drink of blonde water.
“Hello.” She took my hand and turned it palm facing up. I didn’t draw away. It was the opposite. Her kind smile and beautiful eyes had me moving closer. Violet looked from my eyes to my hand.
“Oh, she’s an artist!” Violet said. Had Ryder told her something about me already? I didn’t think so.
“Mother.” Ryder gently pulled his mother back a step by the shoulders, and she let go of my hand.