by Elisa Leigh
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His Sweet Treat
By Elisa Leigh
© Elisa Leigh 2017.
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His Sweet Treat
Emersen
I didn't know what I was getting myself into walking into Spanky's dressed like this. If he keeps staring at me like I'm something to devour, I just might let him.
Ryker
I haven't wanted a woman in years. The moment she looks at me I'm done for. She doesn't know what's about to happen, but I'm about to own her. She's going to be mine. She will be the sweetest treat I've ever tasted.
Table of Contents
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Dedication
This book is dedicated to all those needing an escape from reality for an hour or two.
“I’m a cowboy on a Harley Emersen. Don’t regret the choice you made when you chose me. Our lives were meant to entwine. This thing we share is by the grace of God. I’m not arguing with something that was always planned and I’m not going to pussyfoot around when I know what is inevitable. You’re fucking mine. Don’t doubt us Emersen, because all you’ll succeed in doing is pissing me off. There is no slowing us down or taking a break.” – Ryker’s thoughts
One
Emersen
Y ou got this Emersen. Walk in there, find Chelsea, and everything will be okay. I hope. The truth is, things haven’t been okay between Chelsea and me for a while now. In college, we had been complete opposites, but I thought we balanced each other well. Her outgoing personality and my quiet one worked when we roomed together.
We graduated about six months ago, and we haven’t seen each other much. We stopped talking and hanging out altogether about a month after graduation. Chelsea surprised me when she called me last week and invited me to a costume party on Halloween at a bar she is working at.
I almost didn't come, but my interest won out. Where has she been? My hand hovers over the handle to the vibrating door. I’m about to walk away when the man at the door interrupts my inner battle.
“You going in, or what?” The man is well over six feet and built to cause damage. He’s got a black leather vest on with Steel Daggers on one side and Sergeant At Arms on the other. Judging by the look he’s giving me, I doubt the man is wearing a costume.
I look down at my costume that I had so much fun picking out and smile. I remember when I was a little girl and my momma would take me trick or treating. We used to have so much fun for those few uninterrupted hours. I loved getting to play dress up with momma and spending time with her. Stew didn’t like going trick or treating with us. So, one day a year we could be together not worrying about my stepfather.
“Look, babe, it’s in or out. If you aren’t coming in, you need to leave.”
“Do you know Chelsea?”
He quirks an eyebrow at me but stays silent. There's something there, recognition maybe?
“Right. Okay, going in then.”
He opens the door for me, and as soon as I walk in, I immediately know this is a mistake. The people closest to the door stop talking and stare. Yep. I’d stare too if I were them. I look around the entire bar and see that no one is wearing a costume. In fact, most of the men I see are wearing leather vests like the guy outside. Am I in a biker bar? Chels didn’t say anything about it being a biker bar.
Not seeing Chelsea, I decide I can’t do this and turn around to leave without making a bigger ass of myself. Before I get to the door, I hear someone call my name. I look back and see her waving me over to where a group of women standing and staring. I really don’t want to go over there, but I do, for Chelsea.
I feel the eyes of everyone I pass and my skin begins to crawl at the awareness of being watched. I know they’re laughing at me. I hear their sarcastic comments about what I look like. Every step I take, I regret my choice to walk in here.
“Emersen. I can’t believe you came!” Chelsea yells over the music and hugs me quick.
“Hey, Chels.”
She releases me and stumbles backward, but rights herself by grabbing onto my arm.
“Girls, this is my friend Emersen I told you about.”
They nod. Not ‘Hey, I’m so and so, nice to meet you.’ It’s basically a fuck off, in the form of a chin lift. Yep, my night is rocking. Not! I can’t believe she invited me to this and let me think it was a costume party when it apparently isn’t!
“Uh, Chels. Why am I the only person in here wearing a costume?”
She just laughs and shrugs. The girl is wasted. She can’t stand still, and her eyes are glazed over. Great, she’s going to be no help.
“Come on, let’s go get you some water,” I tell her, grabbing her hand, trying to pull her over to the bar.
“No, I love this song!” She screams and runs out into the crowd of people dancing.
“So, no costumes?” I ask the women standing near me. They eye me over but go back to their own conversations.
“Alrighty then.” Used to being ignored, I let the sting of their rebuff roll off my back. I need a drink if I’m going to stay for this, which I feel obligated to do now that my once best friend is here, out of her mind.
I push through the groups of people and eventually make it to the bar. The men sitting there staring at me, but quickly go back to their conversations.
“What can I get you doll?” The man behind the bar asks. He’s tall and is wearing a leather vest like everyone sitting here at the bar. He's younger than some of the guys in here but older than me. He’s in his late twenties maybe. He's got a kind face but looks like he's seen too much to be free from the pain of regret.
“A shot of whiskey.”
“You got it.” He says, pouring it quickly and handing it over.
I grab it and shoot it quickly. Not used to the taste or the burn of it going down my throat, I shiver. I set the shot glass down on the bar, and the bartender laughs and asks if I want another. I hold up a finger, and he pours me one more, sliding it over to me.
“Thank you.”
Still smiling, he nods and watches me take my second shot. This time the cool liquid goes down easier.
I’m wearing a black tutu with a black corset laced with ribbon down the back. The cherry on the top of my embarrassing sundae is the black wings attached to the corset. I wan
ted to be a dark fairy, but now I’m left feeling like an idiot.
Two
Ryker
I lean back in my chair, stretch my arms above my head and yawn. I hate doing payroll. It’s been a long fucking day. Between being on the job site, then coming in for church, I can’t believe I let the guys talk me into throwing a party tonight. It’s the middle of the week, and we’ve all got to be up with the sun tomorrow to get started renovating Mrs. Thomas’ house.
My phone buzzes on my desk, and I see I’ve got a text from my VP Prince.
Prince: Get out here. You’ve got to see this.
I know as soon as I walk out into the bar, some chick will be all over me wanting a quick fuck. Too bad for them, I haven’t been about that life in a couple of years. I know it comes with the territory of being president of an MC, but I’m getting too old for this shit. At thirty-eight, I’m not getting any younger, but I’ve still got some life to live. I’ve had my share of the partying and cheap thrills, but at this point in my life, I’ve had enough. I’ll leave it to the younger guys in the club.
When a woman I had been sleeping with casually, told me she might be pregnant with my kid, I knew things had to change. At first, I wasn’t sure it could even be mine because I always wore a rubber. She reminded me, like the dumb fuck I was, condoms aren’t one hundred percent. Turned out she wasn’t pregnant. While I’d love my kid and raise it right, I didn’t want to spend the next twenty years tied to that woman or any woman I’ve yet to meet.
It freaked me the hell out for a bit, and I wouldn’t go near a woman. My brothers thought it was hilarious, but I didn’t give a fuck. After months of keeping away from anything with a slit between her legs, my dick wouldn’t even get hard for a woman throwing herself at me. I still found women attractive, but I decided the next woman I fucked would be the last.
Rising from my chair, I leave my office and head out to see what Prince texted me for. The man has been by my side since middle school and is my best friend, but he is the worst about trying to get me laid. The louder the music gets, the more I want to get on my bike and go home to my quiet house.
It was an honor to take over as President a few years ago. These men have been a part of the most significant part of my adult life, and I couldn’t just let the title of president go to anyone. They needed a leader that knew what being a part of this club really meant. The club needed a leader that would keep them in line and keep us thriving.
Walking into the main room of Spanky’s, I scan the place to find a lot of my men surrounding the bar. What the hell? Usually, Jester and Rash would be tag teaming a woman in a corner, but nope, they along with about six others are huddled in front of where Camden is stationed at the bar. I catch Prince’s eye, who is standing to the side of the others. He tilts his head in the direction of where the guys are gathered.
Most people here know who I am, so when I start walking to the bar, people get out of my way. I’m not into illegal shit, but you don’t want to fuck with me. I didn’t get to the top because I wanted it the most, which I did. You try fucking with me, I will fuck your whole world up.
Occasionally, someone will get it in their head that their dick is bigger than mine and wants a measuring contest. Too bad my version of winning put the last asshole in the hospital for a week. That’s what you get for setting a fire at one of my job sites.
The closer I get to the bar my men start eyeing me but go back to what has their attention. They know I’m not interested in a woman, but I do want to see what has them falling all over themselves. The moment her wings come into sight I stop, dumbfounded.
“What the fuck is a fairy doing in my fucking bar?” I shout, pissed they didn’t listen. I told them no costumes. They didn’t want to wear any, but they wanted to see all the ladies slutting themselves up more than they usually do. I guess they needed something new to get their jollies off. I told them no, and I even told Rock at the door to turn anyone wearing a costume away. Costumes are fucking stupid.
My men draw themselves upright, and I see what the fuss was about. This woman may be wearing fairy wings, but she’s anything but a harpy creature. She meets my eyes dead on, and I’m done for.
“Ah hell,” I breathe out. In front of me stands the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’s about a foot shorter than my 6’3”. She is by far, vastly different than any woman in here tonight. With a full chest filling that sinful black top and thick thighs leading up to my promised land the truth is I’ve found her. Her outfit is ridiculous, but she’s killing me in it.
“Are you the one in charge of these assholes?” She growls at me.
The beautiful pixie has no idea who I am, but I guess she picked up on how the others responded to my presence. I nod, unable to come up with something to say.
“Can you call the dogs off then? While they haven’t crossed the line, I’m tired of them pushing on it. I know y’all aren’t interested in anything but a fuck and chuck, but I’m not interested. I might be dressed like I am, but it’s Halloween and I wanted to dress up.” She ends in an adorable whine.
“Fuck and chuck?” I say, laughing.
She rolls her eyes at me. “You know what I mean.”
I look at my guys, then tilt my head to the side, letting them know they need to leave. Now. All of them fade into the crowd, but one. “Camden. Do you need something?” He looks down at my sweet pixie and shakes his head. Pretty sure I just took what he thought would be his girl for the night. Too bad. I’m taking her, claiming her, then breeding her.
I take the steps needed to get close to my woman and see her sway in her too high heels. I pick her up by the hips and set her down on a stool in front of me.
“Take it easy fairy.”
When I think she’s going to complain about me touching her, she surprises me with a thank you.
“I’m Ryker,” I tell her while swiping a piece of hair behind her ear.
“That’s nice.” The way she says it makes me laugh. She's not a bitch, this is just her. She giggles and the sound has my dick getting hard. She grabs my hand that’s resting on her neck. At first, I’m sure she’s going to pull it away but shocks me when she places her much smaller hand on mine.
She’s drawing me into her, and my body and soul need to get closer. I can’t take my eyes off her while she’s busy staring me down. I step closer, into her space, and she looks up from my chest to my face, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. Tracing her jaw with my thumb, I almost get lost in her brown eyes and cherry red mouth.
“Tell me your name sweetness.”
“Emersen.”
Her name is every bit as different and perfect as she is. I don’t know much about her, but I know she’s mine, and that’s all that matters.
“Dance with me?” I ask, holding my hand out to her.
Indecision crosses her face, but she decides to take a chance and places her hand in mine. I lead her to the makeshift dance floor and pull her in close, swaying to “Lifer” by Florida Georgia Line.
“I feel like I need to tell you something.”
“What?”
“God, I don’t know. Aren’t you supposed to talk to the man who asked you to dance? Like, get to know him or something?”
“Two questions. One, how has no one has ever asked you to dance?” She shrugs her shoulders, looking embarrassed, but looks at me as if I hold all the answers. “That’s quite a shame my fairy.”
She gives me a sad smile. “Yeah, I guess. For a first dance though, you’re totally living up to the hype.”
She is so fucking adorable I can’t stand it. I kiss the top of her head, needing to put my lips on her somewhere. As soon as my lips touch her, she melts into me. I’m sure she can feel my hard length against her if she didn’t before. She doesn’t pull away like I fear, but snuggles in deeper. With her every action she sucks me in. We continue to sway to another song when she slows down.
“What’s your second question?” She murmurs into my chest.
I lift her chin.
“Try again,” I say sternly. I need Emersen to be comfortable asking me things, not hiding from my reaction. Her full cheeks turn pink, and I wonder what other places I can turn pink tonight.
“What was your second question?” She says again, looking me in the eyes.
“Better. You look at me when asking me a question. Don’t ever look at the floor like you don’t deserve the world at your feet. As for my question, you asked if you were supposed to get to know the person you’re dancing with. So, do you want to get to know me Emersen? Because I sure as hell want to know every single part of you.”
Her eyes shine with yearning, and I swear I see our pieces falling together.
“Ryker. I want to know it all.”
For the next hour, I get to know my girl on the dance floor. We spin and move as one, telling each other meaningless details like our favorites and dislikes. My fairy loves deep purple and indie rock. She has been a nurse at Meadville Medical Center since she graduated and loves it.
I pull her off the dance floor back to the bar. I order us each a beer, and we talk for a while longer when something catches her eye. I follow her line of sight to see her watching Chelsea like a hawk. I wonder if my newest hire did anything to my girl. I doubt it. Chelsea is a wild child, but she’s sweet and wouldn’t harm a fly. Can’t say the same about the bitches she’s trying to impress right now though.
I tug a piece of her hair, getting her attention.
“You okay baby?” Her eyes light up and I know I’m getting to her.
“I am. Didn’t think I’d spend my night with the hottest guy in here, but I can’t say I’m disappointed.”
“You sure you wouldn’t prefer someone a little younger?” I ask, my fears getting the best of me. I knew she was younger than me, but when she told me she just graduated, I put two and two together and realize I’m almost fifteen years older.
She laughs at me. “Do you want me to be spending my time with someone else?”
“Fuck no! No one else gets to touch you but me. I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her, grasping her curvy hip in my other hand I pull her closer.