Slow Ride: A Bedlam Butchers MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 18)

by Ruby Dixon

  They’d just fucking vanished.

  My mood’s pretty shit. Been shit all day, too. I head back to the living room and hand a beer to Lucky, but she waves it off. All right, then, guess I’ll drink both. She’s kinda quiet tonight, but I’m thinking it’s just from her sister filling up all the blank space with her chatter.

  By the time I finish beer number two, Becka’s headed off to her room to unpack, and Lucky turns to me and gives me a tired smile. “Did I say thank you for letting my sister stay with us? If not, thank you. She was a little freaked at the thought of staying with Gem, Kitty, and Dom.”

  Lucky mentioned in the kitchen that Becka isn’t down with the doubling up. “Surprised that Gem’s little sister’s such a prude.”

  “Our parents died when I graduated from high school,” I tell him. “Becka went away to boarding school and then to college. She’s never home and never around us.” She shrugs. “It’s hard for some people to get used to.”

  “I’m glad I got my hands on the right sister, then,” I say, and pull her against me for a kiss. It’s passionate enough, but it feels like she’s holding back, and I pull away from her to see what the issue is. “Something on your mind?”

  Lucky’s got a face like an open book - she’d be terrible at poker. Something’s bothering her.

  “What is it?” I prompt.

  Her gaze flicks down to my cut, and then back to my face. “Eric…do you think we don’t belong?”

  “What the fuck kind of question is that?” I’m shocked. Lucky’s been patched a month and she’s never indicated that she feels like she doesn’t fit in. But there’s a “we” in there. We don’t fit in. We don’t belong.

  She licks her lips, a move that ordinarily makes my cock hard. “I just…worry. You’re the only guy with a girl partner.”

  “I’m the only guy that’s not sharing, right.” And thank fucking God for that. Lucky’s beautiful and she’s all mine. The thought of letting another guy put a hand on her to get her off makes me want to murder someone.

  To my surprise, she removes her hand from my chest and wrings them. Like the shit you see on TV. “Do you think we’re too different to click with the Butchers? That this won’t work?”

  “Why wouldn’t it work?”

  Lucky shrugs. “Gem wanted the club set up a specific way, you know? I just wonder if…you know. We should be more traditional.”

  More traditional? More?

  Like…two guys on my girl?

  I stare at her and she won’t meet my gaze. Is that what she wants? Lucky wants another man with us? I want to say fuck no. I want to growl that she’s mine. But she looks so unhappy and there’s hollows under her eyes. When the fuck did those get there? How did I not notice how drawn she looks? How stressed?

  I cup her gorgeous face in my hands.

  More than anything else in the world, more than my own gnawing, furious jealousy, I want to make her happy.

  “I’ll think about it,” I say, my voice gruff.

  She nods, but there’s no smile on her face. If anything, she looks more worried than ever, more miserable. Is it because I’m not jumping with joy at the thought of having another Butcher touch her? That she wants another dick in our bed?

  That I’m not enough for her?

  My jealousy threatens to rampage through me. She wants to get kinky? I’ll show her kinky. “Come to bed, babe. I’ve decided that you’re naughty.”

  Her eyes widen in surprise. “Oh, but—”

  “Get in the bedroom before I bend you over this couch and show you just how naughty you are.” It’s an empty threat - the last thing I need is Becka coming out of the guest room and seeing me sawing into her sister. We’d scar the girl for life.

  Lucky’s cheeks pink and flush, and this time when she bites her lip, it’s sexy and full of promise. She inhales, and I hear the shudder of her breath. I recognize her anticipation.

  “You have three seconds,” I tell her. “One…two…”

  She all but charges into the bedroom and shuts the door behind her.

  I take my sweet time heading into the room after her. That’s part of the anticipation, of course. The game. I check the doors and windows, turn off the lights, put my guns in the case and lock it. There’s a gun I keep under the bed for emergencies, but I always put everything else away. I get myself another beer from the fridge, guzzle it, and then head down the hall. I hear music playing in the guest bedroom, and that’s a good thing. Lucky’s noisy when she’s getting pounded, and I fully intend on making her squeal tonight.

  I enter the bedroom and shut the door behind me, then lock it. Lucky’s sitting on the edge of the bed, already in her bra and panties. Her knees are pressed together, and her eyes are wide as she gazes at me. Her lips are parted, and her breath is already coming in soft, eager pants. That’s one reason Lucky and I fit together so well - no matter how often we have sex, she’s always eager for more, just like me. I’ve never met a woman so into sex, and being with Lucky is like a dream.

  I just wonder if we should be more traditional.

  I ignore the hot surge of jealousy and concentrate on satisfying my woman. If just my cock isn’t enough for her tonight, then she’s going to get that plug in her sweet little ass while I fuck her. See how she likes that. “Get on all fours for me, baby.”

  She trembles visibly, her eyes bright with excitement, but does as I ask. When she’s on her hands and knees on the bed, she looks over her shoulder at me. “What are you going to do?”

  “Whatever I want.” I move forward and slide a hand over her backside. She’s got the sweetest ass - firm, tight, and rounded. She arches it up against my palm, and her legs spread, just a little. The sight of it makes my body ache with the need to possess her. To stamp her with my brand and show her that I’m enough for her. Just me and no one else. I slap my hand against her ass, and she gasps.

  And the sound makes my dick even harder.

  I tug on the panties and drag them down her thighs, caressing her skin. Her cheek goes down to the mattress and she moans, sticking her ass in the air for me to work on as I please. She trusts me. She wants my touch. And I love it.

  I just wonder if we should be more traditional.

  Fuck. That’s going to go through my head endlessly, isn’t it? Every time I touch her, I’m going to hear those words. I need to drown them out, to make her wild and senseless until we’re both lost in the moment.

  So…time to drown out. I lean in and nip the curves of her ass, and she moans. My hand slides between her legs and she’s wet for me. I spank her spread pussy because it makes her gasp and jump in a way that makes my dick think it’s powered by rocket fuel. I love that.

  “Remember what I told you about this morning?” I say to her. I go to the dresser and pull out two of the things I’ve been keeping for a special occasion. Well, fuck the occasion thing, because Lucky’s getting them tonight: lube, and a bright pink butt plug. She whimpers at the sight of it.

  “Let’s go with the vibrating panties,” she suggests.

  I ignore that, because I’m in charge in the bedroom. I toss the plug down on the bed, give her juicy ass another smack, and then uncap the lube. “Spread wide, baby.”

  “Eric,” she moans, using my real name. “I’m not sure I like the thought of anything in my butt—”

  “Do you trust me?”

  Her breath turns into a throaty sound, and then she nods and her knees go wide, spreading her even further. “You’re my partner.”

  “In bed and out, baby,” I murmur, and then squeeze a dollop of lube right over the pucker of her ass. I’m sure it’s cold - I want her to be shocked by the sensation of it. Tonight, I’m all about shocking Lucky.

  She squeals and her ass wriggles. “Cold!”

  “It’ll warm up,” I say, and use my finger to smooth it all around the tiny rose of her asshole. She’s tight and pink here, and the thought of being the first person to claim her fully makes my dick throb with the need to be bu
ried inside her. I push my finger slowly into her, and I can feel her tensing, uncertain. “How’s it feel?”

  “I don’t know.” She gives her ass a little wiggle. “It’s not bad, but I’m not sure if it’s good, either.”

  “It’ll get good,” I assure her. I push my finger in deeper, and then begin to pump it slowly in and out of her, mimicking a good, slow fucking. Her face is still drawn in an expression of concentration, which isn’t what I want on her. I want her wild with need. So I drop the bottle of lube on the bed and with my other hand, I reach around and start rubbing her clit.

  That makes her jump.

  “Now?”

  She rocks her hips against my touch. “Oh. Oh, God. That feels so…”

  “Good?”

  “Full,” she breathes. “Like my body is lit up everywhere.” She wriggles again. “Except my pussy. I feel empty there.”

  “Not for long, sweetness.” I drag another finger through the lube coating her bottom, and then begin to press it into her ass when I make my next thrust. I’m stretching her tight little hole for the plug. It’s not a big one, but it’s going to be a lot for her to handle. She’s still at first, but when I stroke her pussy again, she starts to rock against me and it’s not long before she’s moaning and begging for more.

  She makes a gratifying protest when I slide my fingers free. “Patience, babe,” I tell her, and then give the plug a squirt of lube and rub a bit more on it just to be sure that it’s not uncomfortable for her. I poise it against her asshole and press lightly, then my other hand goes back to her pussy and I stroke her again. “Relax.”

  “Easy for you to say,” she breathes. “You’re not getting something stuffed up your butt.”

  I chuckle. “You want me to stop touching you?”

  “Fuck no.”

  I push harder with the plug, and Lucky gives a little whimper as I ease it in. There’s resistance at first, and then she seems to relax and it’s swallowed into her until only the handle remains. And she moans hard, her fingers digging into the sheets. “Oh God.”

  “How’s it feel?”

  “Really, really full.” Her mouth works silently, as if she’s unsure what to say. Then she repeats herself. “So full.”

  “You wet for me?”

  She nods, her eyes closing. “So wet.”

  While she’s adjusting to the feel of the plug, I roll a condom down over my cock. I haven’t given her much foreplay, but I’ll make up for it on round two. Right now I just need to be inside her.

  I grip her hips and guide my cock to her pussy, and rub the head against her opening. She’s slick and wet, ready for me, and Lucky makes a soft, needy noise and pushes up against me, encouraging me. That’s all I need to know. I sink into her. Her cunt grips me tight, and this time…it’s different than normal. Tighter, somehow.

  It’s also fucking amazing.

  She cries out, her body clenching.

  “How’s it feel?” If it’s too much, I’ll take the plug out. I want her to love this as much as I do.

  Her hand slams on the mattress, open-palmed. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop—”

  Another chuckle escapes me. “Keep it down, Lucky. Your sister might hear you.” But I give her another deep thrust, just like she wants.

  Her little cry of pleasure echoes through the bedroom. She doesn’t give a fuck if her sister hears her, that much is clear. I love that. I love that Lucky wants the world to know that she belongs to me. I love being deep inside her, our bodies joined.

  Fuck it, I just love her.

  She’s gripping my cock so tightly it feels as if she’s got a fist around it instead of her cunt, and the sensation’s incredible. I want Lucky to get hers before I even think of getting my nut, though, so I start a slow, leisurely stroking with my cock, moving my hips and pushing in and out of her as if I have all the time in the world.

  Lucky hates it when I go slow. It drives her nuts.

  Her hand pounds the covers again. “Fast, fast,” she demands. “Fuck me hard, Eric.”

  I ignore her, taking my sweet time, dragging each thrust out for maximum teasing. Slow. Achingly slow. I pull out until my entire cock is almost unsheathed, then shove my length back into her. All the while, she moans and writhes as if I’m killing her.

  Somewhere in the midst of all this leisurely fucking, I feel her cunt tighten around my cock, spasming. Lucky moans again, and it turns into a whimper of “Please.”

  I love it when she begs. I turn the volume up then, driving into her faster, harder, rougher. I pound into her tight channel, her hips pinned in place.

  “Yes,” she cries. “God, yes! Oh, fuck, Eric, that feels so good!” Her face is ecstatic, pressed against the covers, and her hands are clutching the sheets of the bed as if they’re a lifeline. And over and over, I feel her cunt tighten and grip me, and I know she’s about to come.

  When she screams with her release, it sends me over, too. I snarl her name and thrust hard into her, and then I’m coming so hard I swear it’s coming out of my ears.

  Then we separate. I get rid of the condom and then pull her against me. She’s still panting, and I feel dazed and breathless too.

  “It’s still in me,” she says sleepily, holding onto my chest. “The plug.”

  I pat her shoulder. “Saving it for round two, baby.”

  Her laughter is a half-moan. “You’re a terrible, wonderful man.”

  I just pull her against me and kiss her forehead. “I love you, too.”

  Lucky giggles. “Love you.” Then she sighs with contentment.

  And I think back to what she said earlier.

  I just wonder if we should be more traditional.

  I hold her tight against me. I’ll do anything to keep her. Even if it means exploring other options. I don’t like it. Fucking hate it, actually. But if it’s a choice between sharing Lucky and no Lucky at all, I just want her in my life.

  I’d be lost without her.

  Chapter Three

  Solo

  For a week now, I’ve been eyeing every prospect that comes in the gym like a goddamn perv. I’m not inviting a pair into our bed - that’s two dicks too many - and all of the patched Butchers already have a partner. So it’s on to the prospects. I eye their muscles when they fight, wondering what would appeal to Lucky. I reject the older, grizzled bikers looking for a new club. Likewise, I ignore the kids fresh out of high school or college who think that it might be ‘cool’ to ride bikes and be part of our club. Most of them will fold like a house of cards the moment they’re asked to do something questionable, and Lucky deserves better.

  I narrow it down to two trainees. There’s Jim, who just moved back here from the northeast, and is an ex–police officer who had his badge taken away. But I checked Jim out in the shower - and hated myself the entire time for it - and he’s not circumcised. I don’t know if Lucky is into that.

  I am circumcised, and I don’t want her to decide she’s suddenly super into foreskin.

  So right now, I’m leaning toward Brand, who a few of the old ladies have joked that we should patch just on account that he’s so pretty. I guess he is? I hate that I’m checking out another guy, but I guess he’s good looking. Kinda reminds me of Fight-Club-era Brad Pitt, but without the meanness. Actually, he’s kinda easygoing, which wouldn’t be so bad, because then I could top his ass.

  And then I’m disgusted with myself at the thought of topping another guy. I don’t want to touch him. I just want Lucky.

  But Lucky wants more, so I force myself to entertain the thought of Brand in our bed. He’s pretty cut. Works out daily. Takes orders well. Isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. In a few years, he might be patched. And if he’s hanging with the Butchers, he knows we don’t exactly do things on the straight and narrow. He’d be down with pairing up for a lady.

  I eye him as he curls weights. Forty-five pounds an arm. Not bad. Not bad at all. I watch his form and approach, checking him over. Maybe Lucky would like him after all. Ma
ybe—

  He stiffens as I come nearer. “Dude, did you just check out my ass?”

  My lip curls. “What? No! I—”

  He sets down the dumbbells and raises his hand. “You know, I know how the Butchers roll. I’m cool with dudes and a lady together, but I’m not sure if I’m ready for just bros, if you know what I’m saying.”

  I need to save this, quick, before someone else hears us talking and starts looking at us funny. Looking at me funny. “I need a man—“

  He shakes his head. “And like I said—”

  “—For my girl,” I finish. “She wants to experiment. You interested?”

  I hate that his eyes light up, because I want to punch both of them out of his face.

  • • •

  I make plans to meet Jim at a local hotel that night. I figure since Becka’s still at the house, we should do our first group sex somewhere else. I buy extra condoms just in case our new ‘friend’ doesn’t come prepared. His spunk is not getting anywhere near Lucky. Just the thought makes me rage.

  I’m in a shitty mood when I get home, though I try to put a smile on and tell Lucky I’m taking her out for a surprise evening. She’s excited at the thought, and I take her out for dinner to loosen her up. She skips alcohol again tonight, and I have to since I’m driving. We eat at our favorite place, and instead of the fish she normally gets, she just orders soup…and eats all of the dessert herself. Tells me her stomach’s been bothering her lately.

  “Stress?” I ask.

  “Something like that,” she says, not looking me in the eye.

  “Tonight’ll make it better,” I assure her. I hope. Fuck. Someone’s gotta get something good out of tonight.

  I gird my loins and then drive Lucky over to the hotel. I can tell she’s a little confused when we drive up. “Part of the surprise,” I tell her.

  She nods, looking around curiously. Her hand goes into mine.

  I table my own misgivings and misery. I’m doing this for Lucky. Tonight is all about her. It’s not like I’ve never had a threesome before. I just haven’t wanted anyone but Lucky since I met her.

  We get to the designated room, and I knock.