Wayward Ryder (Wayward Saints MC)

by K. Renee

  Her tits are fucking fantastic, and I want to bury my face in them. Pulling my tee shirt off, I toss it on the ground, and shuck my jeans next. Crawling on the bed, I kiss my way up her legs, and stop right at her pussy.

  Kissing her pussy through her panties, I run my fingers up her shirt. I get a handful of her tits, and give them a good squeeze. Her moans fill the room, and I can’t wait to get her naked and on top of me. A little reverse cowgirl sounds perfect right about now.

  Bringing my hands back down to her hips, I pull her g-string down and off, before moving her where I want her. Lying back on the pillows, I pull her on top of me. I line my dick up with her pussy, and slam up into her. Gripping her ass, I spread her ass cheeks, and slide her up and down on my dick.

  My favorite view is this one right here. Watching her take my dick to the hilt, is the fucking biggest turn on in the damn world.

  Wetting my finger with her juices, I start to massage my finger into her puckered hole. I scissor my fingers inside her ass. Pushing back on my hand, she moans, “Fuck my ass too Ry.” I fuckin’ love it when she tells me what she wants.

  Back in high school she was always so prim and proper, never telling me what she wanted and liked. Every time I told her a position I wanted to try, she would get all shy and look at me like I was insane; but I always made it good for her.

  Thrusting my dick up into her pussy and fucking her ass with my fingers, I feel her body tightening around my dick. Her fingers are digging into my thighs, and I can feel her nails starting to cut through my skin.

  The small amount of pain is shooting straight to my dick, and I can feel myself right at the fucking edge.

  “Fuck babe, are you close?” I groan, speeding up the pace.

  “Oh god. Ryder,” she yells, as she throws her head back and comes. I feel her whole body tense up, and she loses her rhythm.

  “Ryder,” she screams out.

  Slamming up into her a few more times, I come inside of her, and moan out her name.

  She gets up enough to separate us, and lays back on the bed next to me panting and trying to catch her breath. “God Ry. That was fucking amazing,” she sighs, and curls into my side.

  Kissing her forehead, I pull her body closer to me. “You’re fucking amazing.” She smiles up at me, and kisses my lips.

  “I love you. Thank you for what you did. I’m sorry for everything I’ve put us through over the last six years. I wish I had handled everything like an adult, about the baby and us. I wouldn’t have missed out on so many years, and I wouldn’t have been in the situation I was in,” she whispers.

  Running my hand down her side, I kiss her head. “This time no running. We deal with shit together. If you get pregnant just say something, I might surprise you.”

  Chapter Eight

  Three months later

  Walking into the bedroom of our apartment, I see Ellie lying on her stomach reading a book. Leaning against the doorframe, I watch her for a few minutes, before I let her know I’m here. She’s beautiful, and I still can’t believe that the girl of my dreams is back in my life. When she walked out of my life almost seven years ago, I never thought that I would be this happy again.

  Danielle makes everything I do for the club worth it. She makes the long rides, sleepless nights, and deaths, worth the fight. Without her the last few months, I don’t know how I would have survived some of the shit the club has been going through.

  Our worlds have been turned upside down. We are still trying to figure out what the next step is, and let me just say, it’s been fucking shitty.

  Clearing my throat, her eyes meet mine, and they light up. She jumps off the bed, and jumps into my arms. “Baby!” she squeals, wrapping her arms and legs around me.

  “Hi,” I whisper against her mouth.

  “You’re back. How was your run?” she asks, sliding down my body.

  “Shitty. Just glad to be back here with you.” Pulling her to the bed, I lay us both down, and just lay next to her for the next few hours.

  “What’s wrong?” Her voice pulls me out of my trance. Part of me doesn’t even want to tell her all the bad shit I did over the last few days, hell the last few weeks. I don’t regret what I did, but it’s not something that people would really consider work.

  Me, it’s practically all I know anymore, and I can’t burden her with the war that is raging in my head.

  Maybe giving up the life is my next move. Maybe I need to become the family man I always planned on being for her.

  “Just have a lot on my mind. Shit is fucked up, and I don’t know if this is my end game or not anymore.” She sits up, and looks me in the eyes.

  “What do you mean? You love the club! They are your brothers. Nothing can be that bad baby.”

  Sighing, I rub my hands over my face, and pull her on top of me.

  “What if we just live out our plans? What if we do everything we planned before I fucked it up by joining the Saints?”

  Her eyes widen, and she looks shocked by my statement. “No! I won’t let you give up everything you’ve worked your ass off for. Those guys need you just as much as I do. I love them like my own family. There’s no way we will ever find friends and family like them.”

  Shaking my head, I know she’s right, but I don’t know how much more loss I can take. Watching a friendly die in front of you is never easy, and losing a brother is even worse.

  She pulls my head into her chest, and I just sit there for a second. She grounds me like no one else can, and I can’t fucking believe that she’s back in my arms.

  “Baby whatever happened, I’m sure it will be okay. Maybe not right now, but soon. I love you, and I’m just glad you’re home safe.” She wraps her arms around me, and kisses my face a few dozen times.

  “It won’t but seeing your face makes every fucking thing a little bit better,” I murmur kissing her neck. “Love you baby.”

  “Love you more,” she grins, and pushes me back on the bed.

  “What were you reading?” I ask, picking up the book from next to the pillow. Before I can flip through the pages, she grabs it out of my hands, and hides it under the pillow. Tickling her, I grab the book back, and check out the cover.

  “Motorcycle Man?” I ask with a grin.

  She blushes, but doesn’t say anything. “What does this motorcycle man have that I don’t babe?” I ask curiously.

  She shakes her head no, and gives me a small grin. “Tack is a super-hot book boyfriend, but he doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing baby.”

  That’s what I fuckin’ thought. Rolling over on top of her, I kiss her deeply. Before I can go any further, her phone starts to go off.

  Groaning, I roll back to my side of the bed, and she jumps up and runs to grab the phone off the bathroom sink.

  Jumping back into the bed, she gives me a grin, and then kisses my cheek before going back to looking at her phone screen.

  “What are you smirkin’ about?” I ask, when she gives me one more little devious grin.

  “Nothin’ just have a little surprise for you that I’ve been working on.” She goes back to texting with someone. I want to take her phone from her, and fuck her until I wipe that smirk off her beautiful face.

  I pull her under me, and kiss her neck, but she pushes me off of her. “No! No sex. We have somewhere to be,” she giggles.

  “Come on baby, I’ll be quick. I need you,” I whine. Yeah I’m desperate. I need to be inside her now. It’s been four long days since I’ve had my dick inside of her, and I need her now.

  “You’ll be fine for a few more hours,” she grins.

  I shake my head no and pout. “Baby please don’t do this to me.” I poke out my bottom lip, and give her my sad puppy dog face.

  “Baby…” she starts, but I don’t let her finish her sentence. I flip her around, and run my lips over her back. She arches her back, and I know she’s gonna give me what I want.

  “I’ll be quick I promise,” I state, running my tongue down he
r lower back. She pushes back into my dick, and it jumps to attention. Undoing my jeans just enough to get my dick out, I slide her panties down and line myself up with her, before slamming home.

  Fuck. Every time I sink inside of her, I swear it’s like fucking coming home. This girl fits me like a glove everywhere, and I can’t get enough of her.

  Wrapping a hand around her neck, I slam into her at a fevered pace. Her moans and whimpers tell me that she’s getting close, and since it’s been a few days, I’m ready to fucking explode in her already.

  Rubbing her clit, I put some pressure on it, and then pinch. She screams out my name as she comes, triggering me to come right behind her.

  She collapses on the bed, and I land to her side. She looks over at me, and shakes her head.

  “Come on, let’s go!” she says, poking my arm. Pulling her closer to me, I kiss her lips, and tell her okay.

  Tucking myself back into my jeans, I pull on a clean tee, and wait for my next instructions. I know she’s gonna have something else for me to do before we leave.

  “Baby?” she asks from the bathroom.

  “Yeah?” I ask, pulling my boots back on.

  “Can you grab my phone and bring it to me please?” Walking over to the bed to grab her phone, I notice that she has a new message. Taking it to Danielle, I keep myself from checking it.

  “Thanks,” she smiles, when I hand it over.

  “You’re welcome,” I reply, kissing her lips once more. I end up with some sticky shit on my lips, but I don’t really mind. She now has on some jeans and a plain tee shirt on.

  “Let’s go,” I say, rushing her out the door. I want to get this shit over with so I can get back here with her naked in our bed. I’ve been gone way too long to be spending time away from our bed and her pussy.

  Chapter Nine

  Pulling up to the address Danielle gave me, I give her a strange look when she gets off my bike.

  Eyeing the house, I look at her, and she just smiles. “Baby, come on. We are already late.” She grabs my hand, and pulls me off my bike.

  “Who the hell lives here?” I ask, looking around at the neighborhood. It’s quiet and clean, so it can’t be anyone too bad right?

  She drags me to the door and knocks, before I can even say anything else.

  When the door opens, I see a face that I’ll never forget. “Ryder!” she shrieks, and jumps into my arms. Hugging her close to me, I can’t believe my eyes.

  “Shit. What are you doing here?” I ask, when I pull away from her.

  She gets a huge grin on her face, and she looks over at Danielle. “Ellie called and said you’ve been going through some stuff lately, and that it would be good for me to come visit. God I can’t believe your right here in front of me right now!” she squeals, and pulls me in for another hug.

  Looking over at Danielle, I mouth “thank you”, and she just waves me off with a huge smile on her face.

  “Come in,” Sydney says, pulling us both inside. I can’t believe it has been five years since I’ve last seen her.

  Looking around the house, I see a few of the childhood photos of us, and I think back to the last time I seen my little sister.

  Danielle and I had broken up a few weeks before, and I was being a mopey shithead to everyone in my family; like it was their fault I lost the best thing that ever happened to me.

  I started drinking more, and sleeping with any bitch that wanted a piece of me. Nothing ever compared to Danielle, but I never told anyone that. I needed to get off, and bitches love bikers, prospects or not.

  Part of me loved the attention, and didn’t give a fuck what anyone said, especially my little sister. She told me over and over again that I needed to go and fight for Ellie. That her and I were meant to be, and I was just too stupid to see that. In reality, I knew that I was letting the best thing that had ever happened to me walk out of my life. I regretted it, but I needed to let her go. I told myself that it was what was best for her in the end.

  She would have never accepted my lifestyle with the club, and I couldn’t force her to. I loved her too much to force her to do anything.

  The day before Sydney left with my parents, she told me that I needed to pull my head out of my ass, and that I need to go after her and force her to see how great we are together.

  I told my sister to go fuck herself, and that I didn’t need relationship advice from a child. The minute the words came out of my mouth, I knew I couldn’t take the words back. She looked like I slapped her, and she narrowed her eyes before laying into me.

  “You are the biggest fucking idiot I have ever met. I’m glad Ellie left your ass. You never deserved her anyway. I hope it kills you when you see her living the life you were supposed to be part of with another man. He will at least be twice the man you are.”

  She huffed out, and turned on her heel, making a dash up the stairs into her own room.

  “So Ellie was saying that you’ve been having a shitty few weeks,” my sister says, looking over at me with concern.

  “Yeah, but I rather not talk about it. How the fuck are you?” I ask, hugging the shit out of her.

  “I’m good. Just finished school, and I’m in the process of moving back,” she beams.

  “You’re coming back here?” I ask, like a fucking idiot.

  She nods her head, and looks over my shoulder at Ellie. “Ellie, you knew?” The question is stupid, but hell I didn’t know they were in contact.

  “Yeah. I helped her find this place to rent while she finds a job.” Ellie looks over at me hesitantly, and I know I need to let her know how fucking happy I am that she’s helping my sister.

  Pulling Ellie into my arms next, I kiss her hard, and grab her ass. “Thank you so fucking much babe,” I whisper in her ear.

  Looking over at Sydney, I can’t help but notice that she’s not the little girl I used to protect. She is a grown woman, and I know I’m gonna want to beat down any fucker who even looks at her too long. Shit. My brothers are gonna be all fuckin’ over her.

  We go and sit on the old sofa that looks like something our grandparents would have had in their living room, and talk about anything and everything for the next few hours.

  Syd tells me everything that has been going on in her life, and the assholes she’s dated. I can feel my whole body tense up. I want to fuckin’ murder every single one of those little frat boys when I hear how they treated my little sister.

  Ellie’s hand on my thigh reminds me that they aren’t worth the trouble. Now that Syd is here, she will have her brother beating anyone’s ass who treats her anything less than the princess she is.

  We stay until dinner, and Syd makes us some pasta dish that my mom used to make us all the time as kids. After a few drinks and getting stuffed on pasta, I hug and kiss my sister on the cheek, and say my goodbyes.

  “We have a family barbecue coming up at the clubhouse. You should come and say hi to Brant, Jase, and the rest of the boys.”

  “Ohh! I would love to! Just let me know when, and I’ll be there!” she says excitedly. Growing up she always had the biggest crush on the twins, and they used to smile and wink at her to get her all speechless.

  I watch Ellie and Syd say goodbye. I can’t believe how close they still are. It amazes me, but I guess I should have known better. Sydney was always telling me to stop being an idiot and go talk to her, but I wouldn’t listen. Now I regret it because we have lost so much time, but I’m also glad to have her back in my life.

  I would be lost without her right now with all the shit going on. She’s my saving grace when the shit becomes too much.

  Giving Sydney one last hug, I walk Ellie out to my bike, but stop her before getting on.

  “Thank you babe. I can’t even describe how fuckin’ happy I am that she’s back home. Thank you for reaching out to her and helping her.”

  Ellie stands on her tiptoes, wraps her arms around my neck, and presses her lips against mine.

  “I would do anything for you,”
she mumbles against my lips.

  Releasing her, I get on my bike. I wait for her to get on behind me, and wrap her arms and legs around me.

  Taking off into the warm night air, I thank fuckin’ God that I have this girl by my side, and that my brothers have my back.

  Epilogue

  Ten Years Later

  Getting off my bike, I pull a cigarette out of the pack, and light it up. Shits finally calmed down, and everyone seems to have settled down. Every event seems to be for a new kid coming into our family.

  Not that I can complain. I have two of those little bikers in training, that are keeping Ellie and I fuckin’ busy. I never imagined that raising kids was this fucking hard, but my girl is a natural at it. We tried for months before she got pregnant with Harper.

  At one point we gave up, and decided that we would just keep fucking without protection and if it were meant to be, it would happen. It took almost a year after that before she came running into the garage to tell me the news.

  We both fucking laughed and cried, as we celebrated by dancing around our garage. Yeah, I know. I have my sweet moments, but only with that girl. She’s the only one who can bring it out in me.

  I love her and those two kids of ours more than anything else in this fuckin’ world. I still can’t believe they are six and eight already.

  Now I get what the guys said when they talked about having kids; especially after thinking we’d never have them.

  Stubbing out my cigarette, I make my way inside, and go in search of my ole’ lady. I’ve been gone for the last week dealing with some shit for Dom. I am dying to sink into Ellie, and kiss my kids goodnight.

  It’s after midnight, and I rarely miss more than a day or two of them growing up. But this shit had to be done, and I was the only one to do it.

  The house is quiet, but I see Ellie reading a book on the couch.

  When she hears my boots on the tile floor, she looks up, and her face breaks into a bright smile. The smile she saves for the kids and I only.