Riot: A Hell's Heathens MC Christmas Story (Older Man, Younger Woman MC Romance)

by Raven Dark

  I turn over and sit up, leaning back on my hands while he gets off the bed. He pulls off his pants, muscles bunching and flexing, making my mouth water. I force the words out.

  “Riot, you know what we said. It’s just for—”

  “I know.” He takes my chin between his fingers. “Take it easy, woman. I have no expectations. I only want you to know how perfect you are.” He kisses me deeply.

  “Good. Just so we understand each other.” I hold his gaze, deliberately giving him a look like I’m laying down the law. “And on that note, I need a shower.”

  But before I can get up, he jerks the rest of my clothes off, and then hefts me over his shoulder. I whoop in surprise. He swats my ass hard, a single stinging slap that seems designed to make it clear who’s in charge here.

  “Ow!” I yelp. “Where are you taking me?”

  He strides for the bathroom. “We’re going to clean you up before I use you again.”

  Use me? Damn it, he’s so sexy.

  “You’re kind of an asshole, you know that, don’t you, Florida?”

  His palm claps my ass and he squeezes it as he steps into the box-car sized bathroom. “Always. And this night isn’t over. Which means you’re still a whore, and you’re still mine. Isn’t that right?” He gives another slap, harder this time.

  “Ow! What is it with men and slapping girl’s asses?” I laugh.

  He slaps the other cheek. “What? I didn’t hear you.”

  “Yes, Riot, yes. I’m yours.”

  “Good to hear.”

  A short time later after we shower, we lie across the bed, wrapped in the thick hotel blankets. The mattress is surprisingly comfortable. I lie with my head on his warm chest, drawing random lines on his skin with my fingers, following the lines of one of those skulls. My leg is draped over his hip, my breasts crushed against him. It feels incredible.

  One of Riot’s arms is wrapped around me, his fingers massaging the back of my neck. He runs his other fingers up and down my back, along my arm, slow, lazy movements. It’s comforting, but it’s also making my heart feel tight.

  Riot turns his head and brushes his lips across my forehead. “Happy?” he whispers into the darkness.

  Well, there’s a loaded question. I nod, and it’s not a total lie. “Mm.”

  I look at my shoulder when his fingers brush it, making it sting a little. There’s a dark bruise there, over top of my butterfly tat. “What did you do to me, Florida? Jesus, you’re an animal.”

  His smile is lazy and beautiful. “Just something to remember me by.”

  I bury my face into his neck. “Trust me, I don’t need anything to remember you by. I’ll never forget this night.”

  He holds me tight and nuzzles his cheek against my hair, inhaling it deeply. “Neither will I, sweet thing. Neither will I.”

  There’s a world of warmth and adoration in those words, and the moment he says them, it hits me. Something has happened here I wasn’t counting on.

  All my life, I’ve had to put a wall around myself, a wall that keeps away romantic attachments, because I knew no one I let myself care about would ever have the balls to stick around with Devil as my brother. When someone came along who looked like they might have what it takes, Devil always drove them off, and his role left even the toughest guys in the club with no choice but to back off out of respect.

  I have a bad feeling Riot’s crazy enough—or strong enough—to find a way through him. But something a lot worse has happened here than meeting my match, or Devil’s. Those words, the promise not to forget what we’ve shared, spear through my heart, making it all too clear this wasn’t just sex for him…or me.

  Somehow, Riot has broken through my walls. I can feel those walls crumbling, exposing me for someone I don’t recognize. Someone who isn’t bad, and isn’t tough. Someone who wants everything he has to give.

  As I fall asleep in Riot’s arms, my thoughts settle on one truth I’m not ready for.

  When I left California, all I wanted was to leave the MC, to leave behind any chance that I’d become lost to this life, lost to a man who’d make me his. Now, I’m not so sure I want that any more.

  I bury myself deeper into Riot’s warmth, unable to tear myself away, even though I know I should.

  No, I’m really not sure at all.

  5

  Peep Show

  The guttural sound of a vehicle idling outside pulls me from sleep.

  I lift my eyes to the clock on the bedside table. The numbers glow red in the darkness broken by the moonlight that streams in from the window. It’s not even four in the morning.

  I give a soft moan, cursing whomever that is outside and look at the window, but the curtains are drawn, obscuring the offending vehicle from sight. Whomever that is, his needs his fucking muffler fixed.

  The engine shuts off. I lay back down, burrowing deeper into the warmth of a muscled male form pressed against me from behind.

  A smile pulls at my lips. Riot. The man gives off more heat than a radiator.

  He has his arm around my waist, his palm lying across my stomach. That damned truck or whatever it is out there didn’t wake him? I pull his arm closer around me, fiddling with the rings on his fingers, all metal and spiky and badass. He moans in his sleep and nuzzles my hair, snuggling closer.

  “Mine,” he murmurs, his voice throaty with sleep.

  Good god, this man’s going to be the death of me.

  I turn around in the bed to face him and watch him for a few seconds, tracing his strong jaw, his beautiful parted lips. Then, feeling torn in two, I slowly slip out of his embrace and crawl from the bed. I swing on a robe from the back of the bathroom door, walk to the window, push the curtains open, and peer out.

  Wow, there’s been a heck of a snowfall through the night, and there’s more still falling. The roads are slick and covered with deep ruts from vehicles driving past, and huge white flakes swirl, turning the world outside into a giant snow globe.

  The street’s mostly deserted, except for a big black van that almost blends into the night. That’s probably the vehicle that was making the noise. I think I see someone moving around in the front seat, but the vehicle sits too far away to be sure, especially with its tinted windows.

  Who the fuck would be driving around at this time of night? But he’s probably some traveler who decided to get a room for the night before the storm gets any worse.

  I snicker. If creepy van guy is there to rent a room, he’ll end up on either side of us. He won’t be getting much sleep if we stay here long.

  I scowl at my own thoughts. We have no business staying here another night. Unfortunately, it looks like the universe has other thoughts. The roads appear almost impassible from here, doubly so on a motorbike, and the storm doesn’t look like it’s about to let up anytime soon.

  Ugh. I hate that part of me rejoices, knowing I might have the perfect excuse to stay with Riot for a little longer.

  There’s a shuffling behind me and the bed groans softly. Feet pad across the carpet almost noiselessly before Riot’s arms slip around my waist. His chest presses into my back, a wall of welcoming heat.

  I moan in pleasure before I can stop myself and press closer to him. My fingers stroke his hand where it lays across my stomach. I shouldn’t be letting him get near me again, not when I know every second I spend in his arms is another chance for me to lose my focus and cave.

  “Trouble sleeping, sweetness?” He brushes my hair aside and drops a kiss on my neck.

  “No. Some jerkoff out there woke me up.” I nod to the van outside.

  “He woke the princess,” he growls, pulling the robe away from my shoulder and nipping and licking until I squirm in pleasure. “I should go out there and thrash him.”

  I grin and tilt my head to the side, threading my fingers through his hair. “Yes. You should.”

  Riot sucks on my neck and I moan. He tongues my ear into his mouth. “I’ll get right on that.”

  It’s bad, but the
danger in his voice, hinting that he might march out there and throttle the poor guy in my honor, makes my sex wet.

  “Riot, this is a bad idea. You’re going to get me addicted to you.”

  “Good. Now shut up and kiss me.”

  I can’t refuse this man anything, damn him. I turn my head to the side, meeting his hungry kiss.

  Riot tugs my head back, angling it the way he likes. He works my mouth open with his, his tongue ravaging hard and hot and possessive. I groan into his mouth and our tongues tangle.

  When he lifts his head, I look out the window where the van still sits.

  I catch movement from within, and I swear I feel the driver’s eyes on me.

  “Oh my God. Riot, he’s watching us.” As weird as it is, the idea that we’re being watched makes my muscles coil and causes my nipples to bunch almost painfully.

  He lets out a rumble that’s dripping with need. He’s turned on.

  “Why don’t we give him a show, hmm?”

  “Oh, fuck, Riot. You really are crazy.”

  He chuckles wickedly and undoes my robe, slipping it off my shoulders. It pools around my feet, leaving me totally naked in front of our presumably watching driver. “I told you, I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks.”

  God, yes. I love that about him. This man was literally carved out of the universe just for me.

  “Spread your legs.”

  I look out the window at the van. The bedroom window is full length, so the guy would be able to see everything. My tits in Riot’s hands as he kneads them with his palms, my pussy, bared to the world. Rare shyness bites into me. I freeze in place, licking my lips.

  “Riot, this is too much.” But there’s no force in my words, and he knows it, because he glides his hand around my jaw, jerking it up in a grip meant for control.

  “Do as I say, Red.”

  “Or what, Florida?” I tease, getting more turned on by the minute.

  He swats my ass hard enough to drive the point home. “Or I come in your mouth instead of your pussy, and you’ll go back to bed without getting yours.”

  He means it. The warning nearly makes me come all on its own. Even I’m not crazy enough to push him, since I have a feeling he’ll do everything he can to make me want to come, and then leave me with nothing.

  Bastard.

  I spread my legs for him.

  “Good girl.” He puts his feet between mine, bracing them in place. “Now, lean back against me.”

  “What?” My voice comes out lost and small.

  “Why is obedience so hard for you?” He jerks me so that my back is bowed, pointing my tits up and leaving my body in full view of driver. “The boys here are right, you are a pain in the ass.”

  The words are too true for me to do anything but smile.

  “See, this is the thing about being my whore, sweet thing.” His lips tease my ear while his hand grips my jaw, keeping me off balance with only his frame to support me. “I get to fuck you whenever I want, however I want. In front of who I want.”

  Jesus, I’m gonna die. Arousal washes over me, weakening my knees until they threaten to fold. “Riot, God, you’re amazing.”

  He growls in appreciation. His hand skates over my stomach and down between my legs. Two fingers toy with my clit, stroking through my wet folds. I buck my hips. His cock jerks against my back.

  Faster his fingers stroke, changing the pressure and speed, keeping me from going over. I rub against him, trying to take back control. Submission is not a thing that should be in my vocabulary, but somehow he calls to the inner freak in me that needs it.

  “Slow down,” he orders. “Fuck my fingers nice and slow so he can see you.”

  “Ahhh, oh, God.” I whimper, but rock my hips slowly, imagining the driver out there in his van getting an eyeful of the club whore in the window fucking this hot biker guy’s fingers.

  Riot strums my clit with a torturous rhythm, every stroke threatening to rip me apart.

  “Yeah. That’s it. I bet he’s out there jacking himself off right now, watching you get finger fucked.”

  I make a high, desperate keening sound, panting with the effort not to ride his fingers to release.

  “You wanna come?” His fingers keep changing rhythm.

  “Yes…” I hate the helpless, pleading sound of my voice.

  “God, you make me so fucking hard, Red.” Just as I’m about to come apart, he releases me, only to grab my hips. “Put your hands on the window,” he commands. “Bend over and let me fuck you.”

  His perfection has wrapped itself around me, seeping into my soul. I can’t fight him. I obey, bending over and putting my palms on the cold glass. “Fuck, Riot, please…”

  Riot strokes his cock through my folds. The hungry growl that leaves him makes me needier.

  His fist seizes my hair, jerking my head up so that I’m looking right at the van. With all the snow swirling, I can’t tell if the guy is watching or not, but I imagine that he is, and it makes my pussy clench.

  Riot thrusts into me, hard and hot. A groan rips from my throat. He doesn’t slow down, driving every thrust into me so that his hips slap mine each time.

  “Fuck, yeah. So fucking perfect. Mine.”

  I buck and thrash, tossing my head. “Ah! Fuck, Riot yes, fuck, fuck fuck!”

  The realization that I’m getting too loud hits me, but I can’t stop myself. I bite my knuckles to keep from screaming.

  “Don’t do that. I want the whole hotel to hear you getting fucked, whore.”

  He rushes me to the window and shoves me against it. Then he pulls my arms behind my back so there’s nothing to silence myself with, or hide behind. He grips my jaw so that there’s no where to look but at the van and it’s driver, and hammers into me savagely.

  “Ahhahah, Riot, fuck!” I scream.

  He hums in pleasure.

  I fly over the edge, coming apart.

  Riot gives me a handful of thrusts, grunts in release, and pulls out. He hums in my ear, and we collapse onto the bed.

  We shower again and then once more lie in each other’s arms. Before we’d gotten into bed, I’d looked out the window for the van, but the vehicle was gone. It’s amusing to think that the driver could have left while Riot was still fucking me and I wouldn’t have even noticed, despite that god awful muffler making the vehicle sound like a wounded beast.

  “That storm looked pretty hellish out there,” Riot says as he runs his fingers over the curve of my back.

  At the satisfaction in his voice I smile and snuggle closer. “What are you saying? You think you bought yourself another fuckfest tonight, Riot?”

  He smirks and squeezes my ass with both hands. It’s not the gesture of a john with his whore, but a man with a woman who means something to him. Loving. “I bought more time with you.”

  “Hey.” I lift my head, making light of it because it’s easier than showing him how torn I am. “Don’t get any ideas. I’m still out of here at the end of the month.”

  “Relax.” His lips tease mine. “I told you I have no expectations.”

  But when he drops his head back on the pillows, there’s an adoration in his eyes that leaves me feeling more unsure of myself than anything else he’s done.

  “Sorry. I’m not used to this sentimental shit.”

  He rolls me over on my side and lays on his, resting his head on his palm. “Why is that?”

  “Huh?”

  “I mean, why do you have such a hard time opening up or letting someone care about you?” He taps my chest with his finger, right over my heart. “I can call you my whore and fuck you like a slut, but if I get remotely personal, you pull away.”

  I sigh and lay my head next to his, deciding there’s no harm in telling him.

  “I don’t know. I guess it’s just the way I am. I mean, I always feel like I have to be strong for the guys, you know? Have to keep a stiff upper lip.”

  “You have to be hard so that they don’t think you’re weak.”


  “Yeah, I guess.” I worry my bottom lip.

  “There’s more to it, though.”

  “Hmm?”

  “There’s something else that makes you close off. What is it?”

  I heave a breath. “Well, see… I have lots of friends. I love Barbie, and the guys, and I don’t totally hate my brother all the time…”

  He grins.

  “But Devil’s not exactly the emotional type. Him and Dad always said women in the MC life have to always be tough, even more than the men. We have to wear more armor because people will try harder to take us down. They’ll think they have the right. That’s why Devil keeps anyone who wants more from me than friendship at a distance. Men like Badger are one thing. He’s like another brother. But men like you, he doesn’t let near me.”

  “He does it to protect you.”

  “Or control me.”

  “No.” When I raise my brows, he licks his lips. “I don’t know him all that well. I’ve only been here a week, and only talked to him once or twice. But I think I understand him.”

  “Oh? How do you think you know so much?” I nip at his neck.

  “I have a sister,” he says, and there’s a seriousness in his voice that makes me draw back. His chest rises and falls heavily. “She’s a few years younger than me. Or she was.”

  Oh crap. I swallow.

  “W—was?”

  His eyes close for a moment and he pulls me closer. When he speaks again, his voice is very soft. “I did everything I could to protect her from this life. Kept the guys away, wouldn’t let anyone with a patch get his hands on her. Same as the guys told me Devil does with you. Or I did, until…”

  “Until?” I curl my fingers around his, encouraging him.

  “She was killed a few months ago, by a rival MC member. He shot her in the street because she accidentally bumped his bike with her car.”

  “Oh my God.” I put my arms around him, burying my face in his chest. “I’m so sorry, Riot.” My heart squeezes for him. He takes a ragged breath and kisses the top of my head.