Angel growls, “Fuckin’ claim her.” And it’s as simple as that. I know what I have to do.
Chapter 13
Isn’t it funny how day by day
nothing changes but when you look
back everything is different.
C.S. Lewis
“They’re doing that right here?” I can’t help but lean in and quietly ask. I’m snuggled up next to Ripper, enjoying his camaraderie with his brothers in their club’s bar. The big burly guy who I discovered is surprisingly called Angel, is enjoying some female companionship. I’m all for it, but what shocked me, is that he unzipped his pants and the woman immediately dropped to the floor, her face in his lap. Her head quickly begins to bob, and I catch glimpses of Angels tan veiny cock as she goes. I’m trying not to stare, but it’s hard not to when it’s right in front of you on display.
Ripper follows my stare, chuckling. “Angel prefers having an audience.”
My eyes widen as I meet his sparkling gaze, catching on to what he means. Of course, he thinks my reaction is hilarious. “Does this, uh, sort of thing happen often then?”
He shrugs. “Often enough. All the brothers have had their cock sucked in this room at some point.”
I gasp. “No one minds it? Please tell me that lemon scent is disinfectant and not anything else.”
He smirks, leaning in to press an amused kiss to my forehead. It’s sweet and has me relaxing again. “Here, the brothers are free from judgment. They may catch some shit from us, but we accept them for who they are.”
“That’s very admirable of you,” I offer, respecting them for their acceptance.
“Not really, Gem. These men are my brothers; we’re the family we choose. If I wasn’t going to accept them and have their backs, I wouldn’t be here.” He sends me a pointed glance, and I take the hint. If I want to stick around and be with him, I need to accept these guys too. I may not agree with everything or partake in what they do, but I need to let go of any judgments I may harbor. That will be hard…I won’t deny it. Coming from a somewhat conservative lifestyle, the MC is everything I didn’t grow up around. I guess it all boils down to how much I want to be with Ripper. He’s a packaged deal—the MC being his counterpart.
“I respect that, and I like to think I’m somewhat open-minded. I won’t judge, but it’ll take some getting used to.”
He nods. “I get it. Hell, maybe you’d like to join in sometime?” He casts me a wink, his white teeth on display with his signature grin. The man is all-natural charm, even though he comes off as a prick most the time. He’s one of those guys that no matter how hard you try to be annoyed with, you can’t.
I roll my eyes, throwing back a little bit of sass. “Don’t go holding your breath.”
Richardson appears more than interested, though, I think to myself, as I watch his attention glued to the free show in front of us all. We’ve been staying here at the clubhouse for two weeks now. My father swooped in and quickly departed, leaving me with minimal restrictions. It’s the first time for a lot of things for me. I’m trying not to go crazy with the loosened leash, as I love the feeling of freedom more than I ever expected and am dreading the moment he takes it away.
My bodyguard doesn’t seem to mind the freedom either. Each day he comes out of his room looking a bit more rugged. At first, it was the suits. That changed within a few days into jeans and a plain T-shirt. I notice he’s not even wearing tennis shoes any longer, but a pair of boots like the rest of the guys around here and a leather belt to match. This week he’s gone as far as to not shave each day and has a dusting of hair over his face. It’s a different look for him, but he seems to be enjoying it. It’s like knowing the usual Richardson and then also the undercover version. Most of the MC brothers ignore him, although I’ve caught him talking to Wrench several times. I’m glad he’s found someone here to interact with and isn’t miserably alone.
“Speaking of holding our breath, when can we go swimming?”
His brow wrinkles as he tilts his head to look me over. “It’s too cold for that shit.”
“I meant in an indoor pool.”
He shakes his head, driving his point in. “Babe, once it warms up, I’ll take you to some real swimming spots.”
“That sounds wonderful,” I reply, also noting that he said when it warms up. Does that mean he plans on keeping me around for a lot longer than a few weeks’ time? As much as I don’t want to leave, I figured my visit here was starting to run out. Ripper and I have a good time together, and while I want more with him, I can’t imagine he’d want me in the same way. We’re completely different. That has to make him hesitate, I’d think.
Richardson interrupts our conversation. “I can search around for an indoor pool that’s safe enough for you to swim your laps.”
Ripper pins his gaze on my guard, shooting him daggers. “The fuck you just say?”
Richardson’s brow rises. He retorts, “I work for Alice, not for you.”
Ripper stands, and I tug his wrist to me, not wanting him to go after my guard. “You’re in my clubhouse, and if what I’ve heard is correct, that you may be a prospect candidate, then you’ll learn to shut the fuck up when it comes to my word around here.”
Richardson stands up as well and I groan to myself. This isn’t going to end well. He points in my direction and I cringe. “This may be your club, but I’m here for her.”
“She’s my motherfuckin’ woman!” Ripper roars, stunning the club into silence. I’m panting, staring up at him, at his declaration. He glowers at my guard, stating, “She’s mine. If I tell her to wait, it’s for a fuckin’ reason. You defy me, boy, and I’ll bury your punk ass.”
Richardson is in his midtwenties, so Ripper threw that bit in to chafe him on an experience level. I’m not fond of what’s happening, but I’m at a loss on what I should do. If I come between them, then Ripper may think I’m taking Richardson’s side. If I stand up to Richardson, then I’ll be discrediting his commitment to me.
Did I have to pick the most stubborn man in Texas to start falling for? And what happens to my security if I do stick with Ripper? Richardson is someone I’d consider a friend and loyalty has to count for something where friendship is concerned. And what did Ripper mean about him prospecting? Could that really be true?
I speak up, asking, “Ah, Richardson? Is that true? Is joining the Royal Bastards something you could see yourself doing?”
He meets my curious stare and concedes. We’re not super close, but I can’t help but feel a bit upset that he didn’t mention anything before. We’ve had many hours in the car while searching for Madison, that we’ve broached the surface on things. I think of him in a brotherly sense and as a colleague. He glances at the members positioned around me and declares, “If you’re making this your permanent home, then I was planning on doing the same.”
My eyes are wide, my chest carved open by his loyalty. This man would sacrifice his home and his potential happiness to have my back. That truly means something. “Thank you for that, but I don’t know if Ripper and I want the same future.” I can’t believe I’m having this conversation openly in front of the club, but if it staves off a fight between these guys, then so be it. I’ll swallow my pride and lay it out in the open.
Whiskey argues, “The prez said you’re his. Don’t see anything else to discuss about it.”
My lips turn up at his quick rationalization. The older fellow is never one to hold back on his opinion about anything. I’ve come to learn that Ripper respects him a great deal because of it. Personally, I enjoy his touch of honesty and bluntness. His comment is enough to set the brothers at ease and several chuckle with the tension leaving the air.
“He did say that, didn’t he?” I meet the wise man’s stare, catching the twinkle in his eyes. He must approve, and that makes me feel pretty good inside to have a brother’s approval for their leader.
“Damn right, I did,” Ripper mutters dejectedly, pulling me into his chest.
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p; He doesn’t give me a chance to say another word as he plants his lips on mine. He kisses me like a man starved for affection, and I return it with everything I’ve got. If he’s starved, then I’m parched, and he’s my water. I’ve never felt such a resilient tug toward a man as I do with him. He’s not anyone I’d ever pictured having in my life, but I don’t care. He makes me happy, he makes me feel free and desired, and that’s a heady combination for a woman not used to being in control of her own life.
He draws back, sucking my bottom lip for a beat before finally releasing the tender flesh. His forehead tenderly leans against mine, his nose grazing my own as he stares at me intently. “Let me take you to my room, Gem. I wanna make you feel good.”
I flick my eyes at the members behind him, then at the darkened clubhouse. There’re lights on behind the bar and around the room, but they’re dimmed. With the night sky in full force, it brought a shadow of privacy we don’t usually have during the day. I press a chaste kiss to his lips, pausing to nibble on his plump bottom lip. I suggestively whisper against his mouth, “Or you could take me here.”
His head moves to my throat as he tucks closer into me and rasps. “You have any fuckin’ idea what that thought does to me?” he growls, sending a shiver of delight through my body. “Every brother in this joint will be jealous of what I have, of what belongs to me.”
His proclamation has me wanting him to go through with my request even more than I did when I’d said it. I don’t know why the idea came to me at all, but it’s too late to take it back now. “I don’t care about any other person in this room, but you,” I manage to gasp out as he bites at the flesh behind my ear.
Ripper’s chest rumbles with approval. He likes knowing that I only want him. His beefy arms wrap around me tightly and in the next moment he has me across the room, pressed up against the far wall. The others have the perfect seats to watch him pin me in place, shove my skirt up my hips and press his jean clad cock against my core. “Fuck,” he groans. “If you want to go to the room, you tell me now. If you don’t say anything, I’m sliding in this pussy here and now.”
My chest heaves. I’m panting with the depth of what’s happening. His hardness presses into my clit, making me go cross-eyed at the sensation. “Please,” escapes me on a whimper. He loves when I ask nicely for his cock.
“Mm, you gonna beg for it, Gem? You start saying please like that, and I’m never taking my cock outta you.”
A giggle breaks free. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, like it’s supposed to be a threat.”
“Fuck, babe. Why do you have to be so fuckin’ perfect that I don’t wanna let you go, hm?”
My head tilts at him going from sexy to demanding to sweet. Yeah, he’s a bastard biker, but he has his moments with me. “Don’t let me go, Ripper, at least not yet.”
He nods. “I can do that,” he promises and slides my panties to the side. He works his cock into my opening. I’m scatterbrained. When did he unzip his pants? Or maybe he just shoved them down amid his sweet words? I don’t know, nor does it matter. What does, is that I want him an insane amount.
“Stop stalling, Prez,” I murmur, and it tips him over the edge. He slams into me, making me call out his name.
The brothers hoot and holler behind us, loving every minute of this. I can’t argue; I think it’s pretty great myself. My hands move to his chest, wanting to feel his skin, to see it and taste his salty flesh. He has his cut on over his T-shirt, so I know it won’t come off right now like I want. The cut is practically sacred to the Royal Bastards. I’ve learned a lot of little things about the MC and the lifestyle these guys live since coming here. They follow very few rules, but the couple they have, they’re devoted to upholding.
“I’ll show you stalling, you mouthy woman.”
I lean my head back against the wall, closing my eyes and wearing a wide smile. He takes advantage of the position, nipping and sucking on my throat. He knows what it does to me, especially when he’s inside my hot center. Having him pressed up against me like this, his frame flexed with his movements is an aphrodisiac in its own. Ripper is full of pent up power and when he’s fucking, it’s like he can finally unleash some of it.
“Harder,” I beg loudly, and his hips piston forward with a jolt. His groin rubs against my pussy in the best type of way. “Oh, yes!” I don’t attempt to hold myself back, he deserves to have all of me whether we have an audience or not.
My lids barely part open, but it’s enough for me to catch the enforcer watching us while the sweetbutt on her knees continues to suck him off. He must be fond of watching others have sex, as much as he enjoys being observed by an audience. Ripper and I have the entire club’s attention, their gazes transfixed on their prez taking me here in the bar this very moment. I’ve never been so sexually brazen with a man in my life. Still, there’s something about Ripper that provokes me to step outside of my ordinarily square box. He makes me want to experience everything, even if it’ll possibly make me uncomfortable—he incites me to wake up and live.
“You’re mine, Gem. ‘Bout time you realized that, babe.”
I lean in, pressing my mouth to his flesh with my own personal assault on his neck. Between kisses, I purr, “What’s that entail exactly, Ripper?”
“It means that no one else touches you,” he breathes out and drives deep into my core. My pussy spasms around his shaft with the formidable onslaught of heavenly sensations. It’s too much, and yet, not nearly enough. I want more—always more—of him.
“Oh,” I moan, nipping at his earlobe. “I like the sound of that. As long as no one touches you either.”
“I don’t need anyone else. I only crave you and your creamy cunt,” Ripper reassures me, and my stomach twirls. My heart thuds faster at his implication. I’m on sensory overload, as his cock fills me and his words serenade me.
His fingers trail upward from my hip to pinch my stiff, over sensitized nipple, rendering me to the point I begin to see stars. “Oh, yes!” I howl in bliss, my orgasm beginning to build. My pussy squeezes him with each movement, yearning to hold him deep inside. “You’re going to get tired of me,” I vow, licking up his salty neck until I move to press my forehead against his. He’s peppered with sweat. Surprisingly, it’s not off-putting, but rather sexy. His pheromones are all around me, dragging me under his spell until I’m at the point of no return. Ripper can have me.
He meets my gaze, all joking and lightheartedness pushed aside, to genuinely state, “Nah, woman. When a brother lays claim, that’s it. You’re the one who’s meant to be on the back of my bike.”
His proclamation chokes me up. I’m so turned on and close to my orgasm, that when tears fill my eyes, I’m a hot freaking mess. “Y-you really want me that much?”
His lips fall to mine. He sucks the top into his mouth then releases it to take the bottom and repeat his delightful assault. He can’t seem to stop kissing or touching me, and in that aspect, I can’t get enough of him either. “I want you somethin’ fierce, Gem. I thought you knew that?”
A few droplets crest and tumble down my cheeks. “I’m falling for you,” I admit as my pussy squeezes him, and he throbs in response. It’s too soon. Everything about this screams that it’s rushed, but no matter how much I pump the brakes, it just won’t slow down.
I merely had two weeks with Ripper before my father came to collect Madison. The first and second week that I came across the cocky biker, he managed to kiss me twice. The end of the second week, he snuck into my hotel room nightly and fucked me into the early morning hours. That lead into the third week, then boom, I was thrust into his life full time. I’ve been staying at the club for an additional two weeks. We’re going on week three here, so that’s not even six full weeks we’ve spent together, and I’m so far gone for this man, I may as well rip my heart out and stomp on it.
If Ripper decides he doesn’t want to be with me eventually, I know it’ll lead me straight to heartbreak. However, he just admitted that he does crave
me like I do him, that he needs me, and he’s claiming me as his. Could it really all be that simple? A man and a woman find each other, catch feelings, and decide it’s forever? Does that type of relationship even exist in real life?
“Fall harder, Alice,” he whispers for my ears only, diving in for another mouthwatering kiss.
My hands rake into his hair. I fist his locks to keep him near, to make this kiss go on forever. He holds me to him—so tightly that it physically hurts, but I don’t care. I need it. I crave his touch, no matter what all of this may entail in the end. With the decision made up in my mind already, my orgasm takes over. Pleasure fires through my veins, moans escape through our passion filled embrace.
The sexy, enticing biker clutches onto me intensely, to the point that there’ll be bruises peppering my flesh tomorrow. The knowledge that he’s marking me up so zealously has me thrusting my pelvis forward to meet his. I bite down on his lower lip savagely, moaning as my peak builds to the max, making me feel delirious.
My intense orgasm drives him to his bursting point. Hot seed shoots from his pulsing length into my pussy, causing mini palpitations to continuously tremble throughout my core. “Ripper!” I scream at the crescendo, both of our orgasms plummeting through us at the same time.
“Fuck!” he growls in response. His rock-hard cock continues to throb, repeatedly filling my core with every drop his heavy sack has to offer. My pussy overfills to the point his thick, creamy cum leaks down my thighs.
“So, so, so good,” I pant, dizzily meeting his gaze.
His hazel irises are stormy, filled with unspoken emotions. I know mine are reflecting back the same way…not that I mind. He told me to fall harder. He can’t blame me for listening. “I wanna keep you,” he declares stubbornly. “This here showed anyone who may’ve doubted my word, that I mean it. I’d be honored if you’d wear my patch, Gem.”
“What does that even mean?” I ask quietly, still lost in the feelings from some of the most intense sex I’ve ever had before. This guy has no idea what he does to me physically and emotionally.
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