Stryker's Desire (Dragons Of Sin City Book 1)

by Meg Ripley

  “Mark, count in.” I felt my heart beating faster as Mark hit his sticks together to count the beat off, but I pushed the feeling aside. I was in the studio to work; I’d get a chance to talk to Mark after we finished for the day. Nick came in, and then Jules, and then I started playing the bass line, listening to Mark’s beat and trying to separate him from the beat I had to follow. I closed my eyes and just listened to the music swirling around me, fitting the notes I played into the fabric of the song itself, following along as mindlessly as possible. I could play the original version of this song—the way Alex had first presented it to us—in my sleep. I didn’t even listen to Alex singing; all I did was go along with the rhythm and melody without thinking.

  “Better,” Alex said when we came to the end once more.

  “I think we have it solid now,” Jack said from the control room. “Why don’t we revisit this after you’ve had some time to get the parts into your muscle memory? Call it a day.” I looked at Alex; ever since he’d taken up with Mary the perfectionist streak in him had come out more and more, and it was hard to know when it would show up. He looked at each of us in turn and then nodded.

  “Yeah,” he said. “We’re not going to get it any better than that today. Let’s call it done, and we’ll listen to the replays tomorrow when we get in.”

  We started putting our shit away, and I rehearsed what I was going to say to Mark in my mind. I couldn’t start out in anger; Mark hadn’t known that I’d already asked Sophie out. Hell—I hadn’t even told him that I’d stayed the night at her place. He was just doing what made sense: he had given her his phone number, he had made the move, he had closed the deal. I couldn’t blame him for any of that. But I’d asked her out first. Really, both of us should be mad at Sophie; she was playing us.

  Mark somehow managed to clear out before I could get my thoughts together. I heard him saying his goodbyes and almost dropped what I was doing to follow him; but instead I finished putting away my guitars and gathering up my things. I didn’t even know what to say to him—I didn’t know where to start. I didn’t really have any kind of specific claim on Sophie in spite of the fact that she’d said yes to going on a date with me. All I had was some resentment that one of my best friends had unknowingly asked out the same girl I wanted to see.

  I was still thinking about the situation when I left the complex. “Dan!” I looked up and stopped in my tracks. Sophie was sitting on the hood of my car, a few feet away from me.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I stared at her. She was wearing a jumper and a tee shirt, and something about the cut of it, about the way it looked on her, made her sexier than ever. Don’t give into it. Don’t.

  “Well, you weren’t answering your text messages,” Sophie pointed out. She slid off the hood of my car and walked up to me. “So I figured that if I wanted a chance to make things right, I would have to do it in person.” I raised an eyebrow.

  “How long have you been waiting there?” Sophie gave me that little knowing smile.

  “About an hour,” she said. “Fortunately, I’m off tonight so even if you stayed in there until midnight it would’ve been okay.” I couldn’t help myself; I laughed.

  “Okay,” I said. I resisted the urge to reach out for the hips that practically begged for my hands on them. “So how are you going to make this right?” Sophie crossed her arms over her chest and looked up at me.

  “I was going to tell you that I get why you’re upset. I shouldn’t have accepted a date from Mark.” I nodded.

  “Go on,” I said.

  “I am going to tell him that I have to cancel,” Sophie told me. “I should give you precedence since you asked me first.”

  “That is very mature of you,” I said, resisting the urge to smile. “And so fucking eloquent.” I found myself moving closer to her instinctively. “But I’m not sure it’s enough to make up for going behind my back.”

  “I didn’t!” Sophie looked up at me sharply. “You said to text him back and to go out with him if I wanted to,” she pointed out.

  “I said if you were interested,” I corrected.

  “Whatever,” Sophie said. She rolled her eyes. “So, what will it take for you to forgive me for creating tension between you and Mark?”

  “Go to dinner with me,” I told her. “That’ll make up for it.” I moved closer still; it was like her body was a magnet, drawing me in, almost against my will. “Go to dinner with me and don’t tell Mark why you have to cancel.”

  “The first: okay,” Sophie said. “The second: why?” I licked my lips. I wanted to kiss her so badly I could almost taste it.

  “I need to talk to him, guy-to-guy,” I told her. “Just let me handle it.” Sophie looked up at me, meeting my gaze with her big, dark eyes for a long moment.

  “Okay,” she said. “We’ll do it your way. Where are you taking me for dinner?”

  “Oh—you’re taking me to dinner,” I told Sophie. “After all, you’re the one who wronged me.”

  “You make so much more money than I do! That’s not fair. Besides, you said go to dinner with you, not take you to dinner.”

  “We’ll split the check,” I suggested. Sophie pouted, shaking her head.

  “This isn’t a date then?” I laughed.

  “It is, but it’s a makeup date. You’re making it up to me for going after my friend after you already said yes to me. So you pay for your own food. Next week, when we have our actual date, I’ll pay.” Sophie flashed that little smile up at me and I almost couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her.

  “Deal,” she said. Sophie took a step back and laughed, shaking her head. “I cannot believe you got me to agree to that.” Sophie half-turned away from me and slipped her keys out of her pocket. “You’re lucky you’re hot.”

  “Lucky? Luck has nothing to do with it,” I informed her. “I have the most aggressive skin care regimen of anyone in the band.” Sophie snorted.

  “Where am I going?”

  “Get in the car,” I told her. “I’ll bring you back by here to get your ride after dinner.” Sophie gave me a watchful look, but slipped her keys back into her pocket.

  “I will so get a fucking Lyft if you use this as an excuse to be an ass,” she said firmly.

  “I promise I will be a perfect fucking gentleman,” I said. “Get in the car.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  “So, tell me: what’s it like to be a famous musician?” Sophie reached out with chopsticks in her hand and snagged a piece of grilled eggplant off of the plate in front of us. I’d taken her to Yakko-San, not too far from the studio.

  “I’m not famous,” I said, shaking my head as I grabbed for a bite of tuna.

  “Sure you are,” Sophie said. “Molly Riot is the success story of the scene.” I rolled my eyes.

  “All happenstance,” I told her. “Alex had that big raid, and then Nick got involved with a journalist, and Jules…” I shrugged and ate my bite of tuna, before reaching for a slice of grilled sea bass. Sophie plucked a dumpling off of a plate.

  “The reason doesn’t matter,” she told me. “You’re famous.”

  “Does that matter to you?” I ate my sea bass. Sophie looked at me thoughtfully, chewing her gyoza.

  “Not really,” she replied after a moment. “I mean, obviously it will ruin my cred in certain circles, but I can deal with that.” I laughed.

  “So we’re operating on the assumption that this is going to be an actual thing?” Sophie’s lips twitched in a little smile.

  “I’m kind of hopeful it will,” she said. “But I mean—obviously, that’s going to depend on how it goes in the bedroom.”

  “You have doubts?” I snagged a dumpling and ate it, eyebrow raised.

  “Well, I can’t know for sure until we get there, right?” Sophie tilted her head to the side.

  “You didn’t get anything from that kiss the other day?” I held her gaze.

  “I was half asleep,” Sophie pointed out. “Maybe if you tried it again I c
ould judge better.” I chuckled, and snatched another piece of tuna off of one of the plates.

  “I think I can manage that,” I told her. Sophie grinned.

  “I’ll just have to wait and see, I guess.”

  “Well I’m not going to kiss you right here—I taste like fish.” Sophie snorted.

  I insisted on paying for dinner at the end of it all, even though I’d said we were going to go Dutch. We walked out of the restaurant, and acting on impulse I grabbed Sophie’s hand. Her fingers tightened around mine as we went to my car. She turned to face me as we got to the passenger side door, but before she could say anything, I leaned in and kissed her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing her body against mine, and deepened the kiss moment by moment. Any and all thought of Mark completely left me.

  I pushed Sophie up against my car, letting my hands wander over her body slowly; I hadn’t realized how much I’d been thinking about kissing her, touching her, holding her ever since I’d left her apartment days before. I could feel myself already starting to get hard as Sophie began to squirm against me, her hands moving across my back and shoulders as I deepened the kiss.

  I don’t know how long we stood like that, kissing against my car, but when I finally broke away from Sophie’s lips, I was so turned on that I wanted to fuck her right there. “Sophie,” I murmured, dragging my lips along her jaw up to her ear. “I know I promised to take you back to your car and let you go home…”

  “But if you don’t take me back to your place right now you’ll die?” Sophie chuckled lowly.

  “That’s about right,” I admitted. Her hips felt amazing underneath my hands—I could feel the tremble in her body, I could feel the heat of her. “What do you think?” Sophie twisted her hips against mine and looked up at me.

  “I think this is going pretty fast,” she said.

  “I can slow down,” I told her. “I won’t actually die if you go home instead of back to my place.” Sophie hesitated and then leaned up onto the balls of her feet and kissed me. My hands slid up to her tits and then down along her tight little waist to her hips, and all I could think about was how she would look naked, sprawled out on my bed.

  “I need to be home before dawn,” Sophie murmured against my lips. “Drogon has to eat.”

  “I can totally do that,” I told her, pressing my hips against hers.

  How I managed to get the doors to my car unlocked I have no idea; all the blood was rushing to my groin. I probably wasn’t safe to drive, but thank god there was almost no traffic for once on 95. I made it back to the apartment in record time, and barely got the car parked in my spot before I rushed around to the passenger side to let Sophie out. If I thought too much about what I was doing, I knew I’d just fuck myself over—I’d think about Mark and the fact that he didn’t know yet that I’d sniped a girl he was into.

  I almost stumbled over my own feet getting Sophie into my apartment; I threw her up against the door and pinned her there, kissing her hungrily while I let my hands wander all over her body. “God,” I murmured against her lips, rubbing my hips against hers, kissing along the column of her throat. “You are so fucking hot, Sophie. So…goddamn…hot.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her up a little bit, rocking up against her.

  Sophie moaned against my neck, wrapping her arms around my shoulders, pushing her hips against mine, twisting and writhing between the wall and me. I nibbled along the column of her throat and pulled back from the front door, taking Sophie by the hand and leading her towards my bedroom.

  I pulled the straps of her jumper over her shoulders and found the zipper in the back for the skirt, even as she tugged and pulled at my tee shirt. I pushed any thought of anything other than Sophie out of my mind; the only thing that held me back was not wanting to actually rip any of her clothes as I got them off of her. I managed to get her down to her panties and took a step back to admire my handiwork; Sophie looked even better naked than I’d imagined, her tits so full they had that little bit of droop to them—not a sag, exactly, but enough to let you know they were 100% real—and, to my surprise, tattoos from the front of her hips to her back, visible just above and below her black lace panties.

  I didn’t take the time to examine the ink; instead I gave her a careful shove onto my bed and then slid on top of her, barely able to keep myself under control. I was hard as a rock—my cock was aching, throbbing from how turned on I was. I kissed her again and again, rocking my hips against hers, rubbing against the heat and wetness I could feel through the fabric of her panties and my boxers.

  I tried to hold back, and to make it last, but I knew—it had been weeks since I’d been with someone—that once I got inside Sophie I wasn’t going to be able to take it slow anymore. I started kissing a path down from her lips, down to where I really wanted to be; I paused for a few minutes at her breasts, and looked up into her eyes as I played with her, teasing her with my lips and tongue. Sophie was even hotter than before, her face flushed against the green dye of her hair, her eyes like pits in her face they were so dark, her lips parted as she panted and moaned for me. It sounded like music—and every noise that left her made me that much more turned on, that much more eager to get to the main event.

  I moved down over her body as slowly as I could, taking my time, kissing every bit of skin I could find until I came to her hips. I tugged her panties down and cupped her pussy in the palm of my hand. She was already soaking—totally drenched, the silky-wet heat coating my fingers in an instant. I rubbed up and down slowly, nuzzling up against her thigh, spreading her legs wider.

  I buried my face against Sophie’s pussy, spreading the labia apart and sliding my tongue up and down along the inner folds. She tasted good—sharp and sweet all at once, clean and wet and hot. I set to work teasing her, working her up as fast as I could, flicking my tongue up to just barely brush against her clit and then back down to her labia, back and forth while she twisted and arched and squirmed underneath me and around me. I was torn between wanting it to go on forever and the feeling that my cock might actually explode if I didn’t get relief soon; but the sound of Sophie’s little gasps and moans and cries was enough to make me want to devour her whole.

  I brought her to the edge of climax at least twice, feeling the tension in her body, listening to the changes in her cries as I worked her with my lips and tongue and fingers; she was so tight—so fucking tight I almost couldn’t stand it. I had to feel her wrapped around me. I pulled back and Sophie let out a long, low, frustrated groan, her hands tight in my hair, her fingers tangled, her body pitching as she reeled from disappointment.

  I slithered back up to her face and kissed her without even wiping my lips, squirming and shifting until I got my boxers off. Sophie wrapped her legs around me like a pair of pythons and I rubbed against her, still trying to hold back, still trying to make the moment last. I loved the feeling of her slick pussy against me, the heat of her, the taste of her lips.

  I shifted against her, lining myself up against Sophie’s inner labia, and thrust into her slowly. “Fuck—fuck, Dan…god…” Sophie dragged her lips along my throat and I kissed her hungrily, over and over again as we began to move together.

  “You feel so good,” I told her, lifting myself up onto my elbows and looking down into her eyes. I tried to hold myself back, but the tight, wet heat of her wrapped around me felt too good. I started to move faster, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her, touching her everywhere. Sophie’s muscles flexed and tightened around me in erratic little spasms, and I fought to keep control of myself, but it was impossible. I started going harder and faster, and Sophie moaned out, kissing my neck, my shoulder, her fingernails digging into my back. I lost myself in the moment, thrusting as deep as I could inside of her, reaching down to stroke and rub Sophie’s clit, doing everything I could to get more of those delicious sounds out of her.

  All at once, I felt Sophie’s body tightening around me, her muscles flexing in erratic little spasms as she came, cryin
g out. I kissed her again and again, barely holding back as her body rippled around me; I lost what little self-control I had in what seemed like mere seconds. I groaned out against Sophie’s neck as hot and cold flashes rushed through me like waves. I thrust a few more times into Sophie’s body as we both came even harder, until I couldn’t even think about moving anymore. Sweat dripped off of me, and I slumped against her, panting and gasping for breath.

  As soon as my heart began to slow down and I was actually able to get my breathing under control, I looked down at Sophie’s face. She was still breathing heavily, but she looked absolutely gorgeous: cheeks flushed, eyes shiny, lips curled in a satisfied little grin. “We have to do that again before I take you to your car,” I told her.

  “Oh totally,” Sophie agreed. She kissed me on the lips, and I rolled off of her, letting my arm rest across her waist. Without warning, Sophie giggled, curling up into herself, burying her face against my pillows.

  “What?” Sophie shook her head and barely—barely—peaked up at me before dissolving into another fit of laughter.

  “You’re good in bed,” she told me, once she could breathe once more.

  “That’s funny?” Sophie giggled again—but not uncontrollably.

  “I totally expected…” she shook her head, grinning. “I expected that you’d be…like…”

  “Selfish?” I kissed her temple. “All about getting myself off?” Sophie shrugged.

  “Something like that,” she said. “I mean, you do know there are rumors about Molly Riot’s members…”

  “What rumors?” I rolled back on top of Sophie. “Is the word on the street that we’re all terrible in bed?” Sophie snickered.

  “No—but some people do think you guys are kind of slutty,” Sophie told me. “Less so now, obviously.”

  “So, if we’re sluts then we should be good in bed,” I pointed out. I kissed her again and felt myself starting to get hard. “In fact, I will show you exactly how good I am in bed, right now.” Sophie chuckled lowly and wrapped her arms around me.