He snorted. “Yeah. He listened to you real good. That dickhead was panting after you.”
“Well, it’s my problem. Not yours.”
“I didn’t go looking for him, darlin’ and when he showed up, I had to let him know whose turf he was on.”
She got closer to him, planted her feet apart and poked him in the chest. “Which brings me to another point, I don’t like being treated like property. I don’t belong to you. You made it clear the other night with the blond boob twins.”
“Shit, not this again,” he ground out. “I told you, I didn’t fuck either of them.”
“No, you didn’t fuck them last night, but it doesn’t mean you won’t tonight. Or the next night, or the night after that.”
His eyes widened. Damn. Pinky dropped the F bomb, she was seriously pissed. He took a deep breath and tried to explain this to her again. “I told you, you aren’t my old lady, so—”
“So, you are free to fuck everything that moves,” she said tiredly. “I get it. But you know what?”
He could feel a muscle jump in his jaw. “What?” he ground out.
“If we’re just casual? It means I get to screw anything that moves too,” she said, chin jutting out. “I could even sleep with Carl if I wanted to.”
He thought his head might explode.
No way, any other man would touch his woman. Especially not a white bread dumbass. She had to get that shit straight. Right now.
He grabbed her, bent her over the seat of his bike. Then, he shoved her legs apart, pushed the crotch of her tiny panties aside, and pushed two fingers up inside her. His cunt. She was wet. Like he knew she would be. “It’s time you understood somethin’, Pinky. This pussy might be between your legs, but it really belongs to me.”
“Get it through your thick head, you stupid Neanderthal. I don’t belong to you!” she cried. Yet her body responded to his, moaning as he fingered her.
“You will be,” he promised. “All of you will be mine.” Just fingering her wasn’t enough, not by a longshot. He needed to fuck her. Now. He’d been teased passed his breaking point. Ryker undid his fly.
“Here? You can’t be serious?!” She tried to get up, but he kept a hand on her lower back. Pressing her down. Shit, he wanted to keep her like bent over his bike and ready to receive his cock whenever the urge hit him.
“Yeah. Here. Anywhere I choose, Pinky. I don’t see why I should have to wait.” He couldn’t wait, in fact. His cock felt like a branding iron in his pants. He needed to fuck her hot wet cunt into submission. Fill it with his cum. Until Elizabeth accepted the inevitable. He owned her ass. She should make peace with that.
“No, I don’t—” she began to protest.
He cut her off. “Shut up. I don’t want you to think right now. Hold on to Lucy.”
She did as he asked and he couldn’t help but admire his handiwork. God damn, what a sight.
His woman bent over his bike. His woman. He whistled as he took in her ass, all luscious, round and spankable. The pink diamond glimmered between her cheeks. All mine. And today, he’d take what belonged to him. But first things first. He turned his attention to the sweet pussy puffed out for him. He stroked her and she moaned in response, giving in.
“That’s more like it. I get to enjoy both of my girls at the same time.”
Her shoulder’s shook and he could almost hear the laughter in her voice. “You didn’t just say that.”
“Don’t be jealous, darlin’. Yours is the only tailpipe I’m gonna fill. Lucy gives me a great ride, but she doesn’t have your curves.”
She sucked in a breath when he pressed a bit harder. “Damn you! Don’t do when I’m so pissed at you I could scream.”
“Quit your bitching. We both want this, let’s fight about it later.” He gave her a smack on the ass.
She yelped and not in pain either. He reached for a condom and thought better of it. Why the hell should he wear one to fuck the pussy he had taken ownership of?
With a grin, he released himself, stroked his cock a couple of times. It was gonna feel so damn good. Nothing but sleek wetness around him. All his.
“Are you going to put a condom on?” she asked, turning around.
He refused to answer her, surging into her and filling her up with his cock. She felt so good, so tight around his dick. Christ. Felt like coming home.
He draped her even further over his bike, for leverage, and then pounded her pussy. Really went to town on it. His balls slapped against her ass. Jesus! Why had he ever agreed to wear one of those fucking things? The intense sensation alone, nearly made him cum. He’d never been inside a woman without a condom. He’d been too wary of would-be baby mommas to ever trust a hellion. But now? He would never use one with her again.
She seemed to be loving it too, moaning and gasping for air as she met his thrusts. Her gorgeous ass shook as he pounded her and he angled his pelvis a little, hitting her G spot and it didn’t take long before she came with a wail, gushing for him.
He wasn’t quite ready to blow yet. He had something else to claim. He pulled his cock free of her and then eased the plug out of her ass. Gently so he wouldn’t hurt her. She moaned, too spent to protest. He pushed his hand between her thighs once more. Fuck. She was soaked for him, her pussy absolutely drenched. One of the best things about Pinky? Was her wetness. She had the creamiest little cunt he’d ever seen. He lubed her ass with her own juices, sliding a finger in to ease the way, coating her liberally. He even slathered some on his own dick.
“Ryker, I —”
“Shh, Pinky. I don’t want you to think, darlin’. You think too damn much for your own good. Just feel.” He eased the tip of his cock in and pushed beyond the ring of muscles. He groaned as her sleek flesh gave way, allowing him entrance. She whimpered, arching against Lucy. Damn. The urge to fuck her hard nearly overwhelmed him, but he couldn’t ride her ass the way he wanted. Not yet, anyway, or he’d tear her. This was only a taste.
Not like he’d last long anyway. Too tight. Too damn good.
He slid in and out slowly, gently, letting her adjust to him a little. Then, a bit faster. Her inner muscles bared down on his cock, stroking him. He slid home one last time and then came hard.
Then, he emptied himself into her for what felt like forever. When it was over, he pulled out, and he couldn’t resist brushing a bit of the cum left on his cockhead on her tight little hole.
And then the afterglow ended.
She jumped off the bike and pulled her skirt down, wildly glancing around, but no one had seen them. The fireworks thundering overhead had captured everyone’s attention.
Not that he gave a shit if they’d had an audience. Ryker held out his arms to her. “Come here, darlin’.”
She hugged herself and kept her distance. “Hey, I’m kinda tired. Can you take me home?” Usually, she clung to him after sex. She kissed him, touched him, and wanted to be in his arms but not now. She seemed to want nothing to do with him.
He shook his head. “That’s fine, Pinky. We can go to sleep when we get back to my place, then. I want you with me tonight.” And every night.
“Yeah, well, I have an early morning and I want to go home.” She grabbed the helmet and stuck it on her head. “I need some alone time.”
He flinched, as though she’d struck him.
“Elizabeth, you okay?” Something was up. She wouldn’t even glance at him.
“No,” she bit out. “I’m fine.”
Dammit all to hell.
When a woman said she was “just fine”, according to his mother, you had screwed up. Big time.
Then, he realized the mistake. He’d claimed her as his own, while telling her he intended to keep fucking other women and then, to make matters worse, he’d bent her over the bike like a dirty hellion. He’d screwed her in full view of any citizen who would happen to wander near. To add to the shit storm, he hadn’t worn a condom with her either, or asked her permission. He’d been too worked up about marking her
, claiming her.
No wonder she was pissed at him. She deserved better than that.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he offered. What a pansy ass thing to say. But anything, even a girly feelings talk, had to be better than her cold withdrawal. He had to fix this shit, before it got out of hand and he lost her.
“There’s nothing to talk about,” she muttered. “Let’s go.”
He opened his mouth to speak and then slammed it shut. Hell, if he knew how to handle this kind of situation. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. So instead, he climbed on the motorcycle and took her home.
Despite the warm weather, it was a cold, lonely ride.
Chapter Thirteen
Elizabeth was in a foul mood at work the next night.
She’d spent most of her shift hunched over a desk slogging through a round of tedious cataloging and labeling at the library. She preferred the days where she actually got to interact with the public. She loved to check out books and see what other people were reading and make recommendations to them.
And God knows the night before had been a special sort of craptastic.
She couldn’t believe she’d actually had sex with Ryker in public. Sure, it had been sexy at the time and she’d wanted him, but afterwards she felt humiliated. What if someone had seen them? Thank God, the crowd had been several hundred yards away at the pavilion. He hadn’t even worn a condom. Sure, it had been hot at the moment, but he hadn’t even asked.
Running into Carl at the fair had been a disaster too. He’d been a creepy, horny stalker, but she could handle that. She’d never been one of those women who depended on a man to fight her battles. She would handle Carl herself. The real problem was Ryker turning into some kind of possessive asshole.
But the absolute cherry on this cow pie had been when he decided she would be faithful to him, while he screwed half the women in Texas. What the hell kind of chauvinistic crap was that?
Good luck making that happen, buddy.
After he dropped her off, she’d stalked inside and slammed the door shut in his face. She’d been grateful for the break so she could clear her head. She didn’t seem to think straight around him. Though, he had still kept tabs on her. He’d sent her a couple of texts today, which she had ignored.
Her phone buzzed and she pulled it from the pocket of her black dress. She peered at the screen. Oh, perfect. Ryker. Again.
Ryker: Meet by your car in the parking lot. It’ll only take a minute.
She hesitated a moment. Should she tell him to go screw himself? Go to the parking lot and tell him that in person? Ignore him altogether? She’d managed to use her willpower all day to not respond, but knowing he stood outside the building presented an altogether different sort of temptation.
Oh hell. I must be crazy. She walked to the door.
Outside, she found him standing in front of her silver sedan. God, he looked amazing and somehow it pissed her off even more. He hadn’t worn a shirt under his cut, just a pair of tight blue jeans and all the leather. She bit her lip to hold back a little moan. Every time she saw the man, her lady parts did the thinking for her. She couldn’t help but think about last night, about how his cock had felt nudging into her ass.
Focus!
She mentally shook herself. He had the hood of her car popped open and bent over the engine, hands on either side of the vehicle, which gave her a superb view of his tight ass, hugged by a pair of worn jeans. Every single curve outlined.
She stopped and took a long, deep breath, trying to find the cold fury she’d felt last night. I am not turned on, dammit. I’m pissed!
He stood up and smiled when he saw her. “Hey, Pinky, thanks for comin’ out.”
She noted he had smudges of grease on his hands, and a big one on his chest. “What are you doing to my car?” she asked.
He grinned. “Checking your oil. You’re low.”
“And how exactly did you get the hood open?” she asked, puzzled. He would have had to hit a lever inside to pop the trunk.
With a smug smile, he produced her magnetic hide-a-key box, which she kept under the right front bumper. Asshole. Who breaks into someone’s car to only change the oil? Knuckle-dragging alpha males who want to prove they can, that’s who. “Don’t worry, darlin’, I’ll put it back when I’m done.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “And why did you decide to break and enter in order to check my oil?”
“I noticed the oil stain on your driveway the other day, so I brought you this.” He grabbed a bottle of motor oil from his saddlebag and pressed it into her hands.
She stared at it, frowning. He’d gotten her some Pennzoil? Odd.
He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “Oil leaks can be the sign of serious car trouble, you know,” he muttered. “It’s important to stay on top of these things.” He seemed uncomfortable and he usually had such a self-assured demeanor.
Then it hit her.
This was an apology. He didn’t actually say the words, but he’d come here to make amends via some car maintenance.
She bit her lip. God help her, the man knew nothing about relationships. Sure, she’d only had one long term stalker boyfriend, but she still knew more about being in a couple than he did.
“Um, thanks,” she murmured, lifting the bottle. It was a sweet gesture and some of her anger subsided, although they had a lot to straighten out. If she continued seeing him, they needed to establish some serious ground rules. Namely, the concept of monogamy.
Ryker plucked the bottle from her hand, and proceeded to refill her oil, replace the dipstick, and shut the hood of the car. He wiped his hands off on an old rag he yanked from his back pocket and turned to face her once more
“Oh! I almost forgot.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a business card, handing it to her. It was for a local garage, Seventh Circle Motors, which happened to be owned by the Four Horsemen as well. “Axel runs the place,” he explained. “I already called him and he’s going to inspect your car whenever you can find time to bring it on.”
“I appreciate it, but I can’t afford any car repairs right now.” Trying to pay her living expenses and the rent for the tiny house she lived in proved to be a challenge in itself. Librarians don’t make much, especially ones fresh out of grad school with a student loan debt that she’d pay off for a good thirty years.
“That’s why I’m paying for it,” he announced.
“That is really generous of you, but I can’t accept.” She was really touched that he’d offered. “What if it turns out to be something serious and really pricey?”
“I don’t give a fuck how much it cost. Hell, I’ll have Axel find a lead on a whole new car before I let you drive some rusted out death trap.” His voice lowered and he captured her gaze with his own. “I want you safe, Pinky.” He held out his arms and his eyes were wide, softer somehow.
She could read between the lines of his statement. He’d said he cared about her, albeit in some kind of biker man code. She couldn’t help the stupid grin spreading over her face. She’d begun to think she’d started to fall for him.
She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him.
“Good. That’s all settled then.”
“Thank you,” she murmured, reaching up to brush a kiss across his lips. Damn, he smelled good. A hint of the pine-scented aftershave he wore, motor oil, and man.
He kissed her mouth softly, both cheeks, and then the top of her head and she thought, for just a moment, she could read the relief in his eyes. “How about I come over to your place tonight, after you get off work? I’ll bring a pizza and then?” He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I’ll lick your pussy until you pass out.” To make his point, he sucked her earlobe into his mouth.
Oh God. She instantly got wet, imagining his dark head moving between her splayed thighs once more.
When she spoke, her voice sounded hoarse, even to her own ears. “You think you
’re so hot that I’ll give in and forget about being pissed at you, don’t you?” she grouched.
“Pretty much.” He cocked a brow. “Is it working?”
“Yes, damn you.” She shook her head, thinking maybe she should have the damn thing examined, by a professional.
He flashed a triumphant grin.
She rolled her eyes. “Come over around ten thirty or so. I’m going to take a bath after work.”
“Need any help washing your back?” he offered.
She scowled. “No. You need to understand something. There will be no sex until we have a long, long talk. We have some serious stuff to hash out. For example, there is no way I’m being faithful if you aren’t,” she whispered fiercely, mindful of a couple of women rushing past them in the parking lot. “That is a two way street, buddy.”
“Anything you say, Pinky.” With a quick kiss, he strutted over to Lucy, looking far too pleased with himself. He hopped on the bike, started her up and then with a smug wave, he roared out of the parking lot.
Stupid, sexy jerkface
***
Later that evening, Elizabeth indulged in a bath. The rest of her shift had passed in a haze, mostly because she’d been fantasizing about make up sex with Ryker. But she would be strong. Pizza, a “come to Jesus” style relationship talk, and then incredible make up sex. In that order.
The bath felt good and the stiffness left her muscles. She didn’t usually pamper herself on a weekday, but she totally deserved it. She’d lit a few candles, added some lavender bath oil to the tub, and then settled in for a good, long soak. The heated water felt amazing on her neck and shoulders, easing some of the tension she’d been holding in
Her phone buzzed and she picked it up from the toilet seat lid. Ryker: On my way. Hope you like sausage, Pinky.
He’d sent the text with a horny devil emoticon and she couldn’t help but laugh. Such a pervert.
She grabbed the loofah with the long wooden handle and scrubbed her back, suddenly feeling better about her day. She’d set him straight and then spend a glorious night in bed with him.
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