by Lexie Davis
“And you want it to happen tonight?”
“I don’t know what I wanted, honestly. I knew you would want sex, but I just liked the way you feel against me.”
He watched her fiddle around in the kitchen. She even grabbed a bottle of cleaner to spritz the counter with. Ryker stood and walked toward her, taking up what little room her kitchen had. He wrapped a hand around her and pressed his face against her neck, smelling that hypnotizing coconut scent.
“I like the way you feel against me too.” He kissed her neck and stepped back, turning her to face him. “You don’t have to put out to get me to notice you. I noticed you in a room full of fucking people. You’re the only one I see.”
“So you don’t want me to spin around on a stripper pole?”
She half joked but the damn thought of her naked, legs spread as she did tricks on the pole, went straight to his cock.
“I think we’ll save that for another day.” He licked his lips. “I can’t stay long tonight, so whatever we’re doing, we need to do it now.”
“Oh. Right.” She glanced down nervously. “What are we doing?”
He gave her a wolfish grin. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
He led her by the hand to the bed in the corner of the small apartment. She didn’t have a separate bedroom, which he didn’t like. Anyone could walk in on her sleeping. She had five locks on her door, which probably made her feel safer. He knew it was only a small annoyance to someone that really wanted to get in.
She started stripping and he stared in awe at her. He swallowed when her breasts came into view, his mouth watering with the need to touch and taste her. Her hands went to her jeans next and she pulled them down her slender legs and tossed them aside. She didn’t wear panties and was completely bare. She reached for him next and he grabbed her wrists.
“We’re not having sex tonight.” Ryker swallowed hard, trying not to fucking have an aneurysm from holding back. “I was going to lie beside you and hold you for a while.”
She pursed her lips. “Oh. I just thought…”
“Lie down.”
Ella got onto the bed and lay back against the pillows. He stroked his finger along her calf, moving upward. This was his fucking dream come true. Ella was naked and willing and he was too fucking scared to touch her. “Has a man ever eaten your pussy?”
He asked the question but knew the answer.
“No.”
“Can I?”
She nodded her head in a few jerky movements. He smoothed his hands along her thighs, enjoying the softness of her skin. He wanted to take his time with her. To make it last. He knew without a doubt that tonight he didn’t have the time he needed to do everything he wanted.
Moving slightly, he pushed her legs apart. Her bare pussy glistened with her moisture and he nearly lost his mind. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her thigh, breathing her in and loving every second of it. He wanted to take it slow. He had to make it good for her.
He licked her slowly, dragging his tongue along her slit until he reached the top. Her soft gasp filled his ears as she clutched the comforter beneath her. His cock pressed impossibly harder against his jeans. Ryker had been fighting a hard-on ever since he’d walked into her apartment. Hooking her leg over his shoulder, he slipped his arms beneath her, making himself comfortable while he lifted her ass and pulled her closer.
She was perfection. He closed his eyes and tasted her, teasing her opening with the tip of his tongue. Her hand came up and clutched his hair while her soft little moans egged him on. Yeah, he could do this all night. His cock ached from being confined in his pants, but he didn’t dare think about allowing her to go anywhere near it. The only relief he’d get was from himself in the fucking parking lot when he left.
He shifted his position and pushed her legs off his shoulders, spreading them impossibly wider. He held her pink lips open and pulled her clit into his mouth. Ella’s back bowed off the bed. He slipped a finger inside her, fucking her with the one digit while he continue to suck and lick her. Her fist gripped his dark hair and tugged.
“No, please…” She gasped and writhed. “I don’t…” He pulled away and she let out a strangled cry. “Go back. Go back!”
He chuckled to himself and pushed another finger inside her. She was tight. God, it was going to kill him when he did finally get inside her. Her pussy squeezed his finger as she let out a long, loud cry. He pulled back and watched her, fucking her with his fingers until her orgasm was over. She was beautiful. So fucking beautiful. His breath caught in his chest and he tried to ignore it. He pushed up from her and extracted his fingers. Kissing her stomach, he worked his way upward until he lapped at one of her hard nipples.
“Were you really going to hold me?” Ella asked.
He let her breast go with a soft pop. “Yeah, baby. I was.”
“Will you do that now?”
She stared up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. He didn’t know what the fuck to say to her but his body had a mind of its own. He moved to her side and pulled her against him, her back to his front. He closed his eyes as he breathed her in.
They lay like that for a while. He didn’t know how long and he really didn’t care. Ella had clutched his hand to her in a vice and she didn’t seem to have any intention of letting him go.
“You’re the first guy that has ever held me without wanting something in return.”
He didn’t say anything as he kissed her shoulder. He stroked her skin, needing to commit it to memory. Ryker smoothed his fingers along the sides of her breast.
“What was your first time like?” she asked him.
He groaned. “I don’t want to talk about that with you.”
“I want to know. How old were you?” She turned so that she faced him.
He busied himself with rubbing his hands along her back, then squeezing her ass because he could. “Fifteen.”
“Who was the girl?”
He didn’t even remember her name. “Some chick at the club.”
She brushed her finger along the Celtic knot necklace he wore. “Was it good?”
“Compared to what? It was my first time.”
She shrugged. “You’ve had more times since then.”
“It was fine.” He really didn’t want to talk about it with her.
“I thought about sleeping with you back then.” She met his eyes. “I thought it would give us something more to talk about than pencils.”
He cupped her cheek. “You didn’t need to fuck me back then. That would have been really bad.”
He leaned in and kissed her, knowing he needed to leave. He was getting too fucking cozy with her curled up beside him and he had so much fucking work to do for the club.
“Why would that have been bad?” She brushed her finger along his lower lip.
“Because.” He pushed away from her. His grandfather had said that pussy messed with a man’s mind. Some was good enough for five minutes of banging and some made a man want a lifetime of commitment. He’d always said that the club came before bitches. And looking at the beautiful Ella lying next to him, he knew that she was definitely the pussy that made him want commitment. He’d been obsessed with her as a teenager and he’d known that he needed a distraction. That was when his father had pushed the club on him. He’d needed to take a more active part and he had. His reward was pussy and drugs.
He stood, rubbing a hand over his face. “Thanks for…” he paused, “just being you.”
She reached for an afghan on the edge of the bed and wrapped it around herself. “Why does your father think I’m a problem?”
He swallowed. His father had told her that she was a problem. Why didn’t that surprise him? He didn’t know what to say to her.
“I need to go.” He licked his lips and tasted her. For one brief moment, he struggled with the desire to tell his father to fuck off and the desire to leave. Holding her in his arms was nice. He had no idea what he expected that night, but having her close was enoug
h.
“I’m not a problem.” She stared at him. “I’m not going to get in your way. I won’t call you anymore either.”
He shook his head. “You can call me anytime you want. Just don’t come to the club.”
“He’ll know.”
“And I’ll deal with it.” And he would. He walked toward her. “Don’t worry about him. From now on, he’s my problem. Not yours.” He leaned down to kiss her, enjoying the last few seconds of pure bliss before he left. She was everything he wanted and he wasn’t going to fucking let her go.
****
“I’m sorry but I can’t prescribe anything narcotic for you.” Ella stared at a pock-marked woman that was clearly going through withdraw.
“But my son is in pain!” She jerked the little boy’s arm. “He needs the medicine.”
Ella shook her head. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Your son is not in pain and I cannot give a prescription to a known junkie.”
She shoved the kid in a fit of rage and went for Ella. She struggled with her, doing her best to keep the woman from killing her while one of the staff members grabbed a sedative to inject. When her body went limp, Ella crawled out from under her and stared at the woman for a moment. It was just another day at work. She glanced over at the kid, who looked like he hadn’t taken a bath in two weeks. Big tears filled his eyes, but he didn’t cry. He had a raggedy teddy bear with him that he clutched like his life depended on it. Maybe it did, Ella thought absently.
“Hunter?” Ella knelt down in front of him. “Are you hungry?”
He nodded, staring at the orderlies moving his mother’s body.
“Let’s go to the kitchen and get something to eat.” Ella took him by the hand. A large part of her job was to call social services for the kids that she suspected weren’t being cared for properly. It was heartbreaking most days.
After she got Hunter settled, she turned on some cartoons and went to the phone. She placed the call and verified that the hospital social worker would be over to get him. It wasn’t her favorite part of the job. Some were regulars. The mother would go to jail for a little while, get out, then be right back where she’d started with the kid by her side. It wasn’t the first time someone had used a kid to try to get meds either. She’d seen it all and nothing really surprised her anymore.
“Uh, you’ve got a visitor.” One of the nurses peeked inside the room.
She frowned. “Who?”
Ella glanced toward the window and saw a motorcycle. She smiled. It’d been two weeks since she’d last seen Ryker. She thought about him at odd hours of the day and wondered what he was doing. She felt silly. They weren’t in high school anymore. It was stupid that she questioned whether or not he thought about her. At night, she found herself peering around the parking lot of the clinic to see if he was out there watching her. Protecting her. She didn’t know what he wanted but was glad he stopped by. The nurse offered to stay with Hunter while Ella went to talk to her visitor. She came around the corner and stopped when she saw Razor and another guy waiting for her at the desk.
“Can I help you?”
He smiled. “I threw my back out lifting some heavy boxes. I need you to check it out for me.”
She didn’t know what he wanted but it didn’t really matter. Ryker had promised her that Razor was his problem not hers. If he came to check up on her, then the best thing to do was placate him so that he went away. “Sure. Right this way.”
Turning, she led him to an exam room and waited for him to enter. Once he was inside, she closed the door and stared at him.
“What do you want?”
“What do you think?” He sat on the exam table and stared at her.
“I gave you what you wanted. We’re done.”
“No.” He shook his head. “Not even close, sweetheart.”
She stared at him.
“What? You don’t think I know that my son has been fucking you behind my back?”
“I haven’t seen him in over two weeks.”
Razor folded his arms over his chest. While he played the biker part, he looked nothing like his son. Ryker had warm eyes that looked at others with compassion and understanding. Razor’s eyes were cold, dark, and dead. She didn’t know much about him other than what she’d experienced. The only person she remembered in Ryker’s life was his grandfather. The other man had his arms folded over his chest. He had a wildness in his eyes that wasn’t so easy to explain. Both men had long hair and leather cuts that reeked the typical biker profile. She wasn’t fooled by their calm demeanor, though. If they wanted to be ruthless, they would. And she figured they didn’t have any regard for an audience. “So that’s how we’re going to play this.”
She took a deep breath. “What do you want?”
“Well, I told you to stay away from my son and that didn’t happen. He held your hand and let you cry on his shoulder in the hospital. Then you invite him over for dinner and let him fuck you.” He stared at her. “So I’m upping the requirements. I need fentanyl every week. You get me what I want, then you can do whatever the hell you want with my son.”
She arched an eyebrow at his request. He was pretty bold. She’d give him that. Extortion was the name of the game and she wasn’t playing. “And if I don’t?”
“That’s where things will get interesting.” He stroked his chin. “You know, men in our club don’t settle with one woman. Ryker is no different. We fuck them and share them. We don’t settle. At some point, you’ll become club property. Chances are it will be really soon.”
“Club property?”
“Yeah. Our little fuck bunny. How many cocks do you think you can take in one night?” He slipped from the exam table. “I think Christy’s the record holder at twelve.” He took in her body. “I think you’d break that record. I know several of the guys would enjoy it too.”
“Ryker would never let that happen.”
“Oh. You really think he will go against me? For you?” Incredulity filled his tone. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. This is his life. It’s in his blood. You’re just a nuisance that won’t go away.”
He left her in the exam room. She reached in her pocket for her cell phone and dialed Ryker’s number. Walking a few steps toward the door, she closed it and waited for Ryker to pick up.
“Yeah?” he said.
“I need to talk to you.”
“About what?”
“Meet me at my apartment.” She hung up and pocketed her phone.
After stepping outside, she saw a few of the nurses eyeing her. Great. She didn’t need the suspicion. Sighing, she checked the time.
“I’m going for lunch. I’ll be back later.”
She left the clinic and went home, meeting Ryker at her doorstep. He didn’t say anything until they were inside, locked behind her front door.
“Your father came to visit me today.”
He pursed his lips. “What did he want?”
“Fentanyl. Apparently, he thinks I can keep his tab open since I didn’t abide by his terms and stay away from you.” She swallowed. “He said I’d become club property if I didn’t get it for him. That apparently all your club members would gang bang me or something. What the hell am I supposed to do?”
Ryker rubbed his forehead.
“I’d be committing a few felonies and could potentially lose my job if I do what he wants.” When he remained silent, she stared at him.
“I’ll handle this.” He moved to leave.
“No, Ryker. I don’t think you will handle this. You’re not going to go against him, are you?” He didn’t say anything and Ella knew she was right. “Maybe I should have just rescued my father on my own.”
In contemplating making a deal with the Devils, she’d known in some part of her a sacrifice would need to be made. She’d been blinded by the need to have her father returned safely and soundly that she hadn’t really cared about the consequences of her actions. Somewhere deep inside she wanted to believe she could trust Ryker. That she saw some go
od in him all those years ago that outweighed the image of the club. The longer she stayed entangled in the mess with Razor the more she wondered if she’d made a huge mistake. She was in way over her head where they were concerned and the longer she waded there, the deeper she sank into their world.
And she didn’t like it.
“My father knows I’ve been hung up on you for a while. Since fucking high school. He’s fucking with you to get to me.” He met her eyes. “I’ll handle it.”
“Get to you about what?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Is this about not settling down with one woman?”
He tilted his head at her question. His eyes implored hers, though he refrained from saying any more. This issue must have been a hot topic between them. Razor didn’t want him with her, but specifically, he didn’t want him to settle down period with anyone.
“So it is.” She shook her head. “You don’t have to worry about that. I don’t want anything to do with any of you.”
And she didn’t. Her father had warned her numerous times about guys like him. Ruthless criminals that thought they were above the law and hated authority. What was she thinking in wanting to be with one romantically? She should have known better. Choosing this lifestyle was just inviting trouble where trouble didn’t belong. She went to the door and held it open. He stared at her a moment before stepping outside. He didn’t say anything and she didn’t bother waiting around to listen even if he had. She slammed the door behind him and let out a slow breath.
She was done with the Roaming Devils.
Chapter Four
Ryker stalked into the clubhouse, looking for Razor. His old man was sitting in his normal seat, smoking a joint while some chick gave him a lap dance. Ryker grabbed the girl’s arm and shoved her away from him.
“You want to fuck with Ella to get to me?” Ryker grabbed his father by the shirt and jerked him up. “Then let’s go, asshole.”
Razor jerked out of Ryker’s hold. “You need to get your head out of her cunt and back on the club.”