Ruled

by Anne Marsh

  “Nice to know you’re not planning on starving me.”

  “I’m not fighting with you,” he says slowly. “Fight’s with Rocker.”

  “So explain to me what’s up with my brother,” I emphasize. “Tell me he’s okay.”

  I’ve screwed up before and let Rocker down, but I’ve always had a choice about being there for him or not. This time, however, Rev’s taken that choice away from me. Rocker needs me more than ever, and yet I’m not allowed to go to him?

  “You always protect him?” Rev sounds amused, proving he’s not as smart as I think he is.

  “You think of your club brothers as family, right?”

  He drains half his beer. “Fucking straight.”

  “Rocker is my brother. I protect him. I look out for him.”

  Rev sets his bottle down. “You can’t fix this for him, princess. He took Sachs.”

  “But kidnapping me won’t make Rocker miraculously do what you want. It’s just going to get you sent to the nearest correctional center for ten long years.”

  Rev shakes his head. “Keep thinking that all you want, but you might want to spend your time figuring out how to get through Rocker’s head that he’s lost. If he wants you back, he gives Sachs back.”

  “What if he doesn’t?” I don’t believe Rev would hurt me, but I’m not so sure about the rest of the Hard Rider club.

  Rev gives me a hard look. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that, princess.”

  After dropping that little bombshell, he strolls up the stairs. A few minutes later, I hear water running.

  Fresh out of plans and workable ideas, I try the front door. There’s always the chance that Rev’s gotten sloppy and left the thing unlocked with a getaway car parked out front. Hope’s not a strategy, but it’s all I’ve got.

  The door’s not locked, but when I open it, I discover two prospects standing outside. I flip them the bird and the closest one blows me an answering kiss. “Is that a suggestion, sunshine?”

  “Fuck you,” I snap. The kisser has a sense of humor worthy of a ten-year-old boy. He leans against the wall, shoulders shaking with laughter.

  I march up the stairs and toward the bathroom.

  And...hello.

  Not only did Rev not lock the door, but he’s whacking off in his shower. It’s pretty damned impressive, and I don’t mean the ink on his arms and down his back. I stand there for a moment, but there’s just so much goddamned Rev to take in. The dick he’s fisting is every bit as thick and long as I remember. The water cascades over him, droplets sliding down his chest and onto powerful thighs. His ass flexes as he hits some sweet spot and groans.

  He raises his head and meets my glare. I don’t know why I’m surprised, because Rev doesn’t back down from anything. His club, his place, his rules. He thinks he’s in charge of it all—and me.

  “You want to have sex with me now, princess?”

  Oh, fuck him.

  He did not just say that.

  Never mind that it’s the truth—I know a power play when I hear one, which means I absolutely have to have the upper hand.

  It’s the principle of the thing.

  Rev

  Evie steps into the shower fully dressed and drops to her knees.

  Jesus.

  Not sure if I should cup my balls or say a prayer for my dick.

  Narrowed eyes watch me from beneath thick lashes as she leans in and licks the tip. Holy. Fuck. Maybe that should be a prayer of thanksgiving I’m sending up because she owns me right now and we both know it. My body blocks most of the spray as I lean over her, bracing my hand against the slick tile, but she still gets plenty wet. Her top’s fucking transparent in seconds, and given she’s on her knees, she can see firsthand the effect her show has.

  She’s got gorgeous tits, the perfect handful with tight little nipples. Not sure why she’s in here with me, but I’m enjoying my view. She licks again, her tongue rimming the head, and I bite back a curse. When she wraps her hand around my dick, I more than meet her halfway. Practically drill myself into her palm, but she just laughs. She’s got a great laugh to go with those tits. Whole damned package is spectacular, but I can’t let her control this moment.

  “You gonna suck me or just admire the scenery?”

  “You shouldn’t be in such a rush.” Her tongue makes another slow pass around my tip. Gonna fucking blow right there on her lips, mark her mouth and her face. Hit her tits, too.

  She’s beautiful.

  Then she pulls back, and for a moment I think that’s the whole point of our shower time. Makes sense she’d be out for a little revenge. She’s gonna get to her feet and leave me standing here with my dick out and hard. But then she licks her palms slowly and I almost blow on the spot.

  “Dirty girl.” Mean that as a compliment, too.

  “Not sure I should agree with you,” she answers and then wraps a hand around my dick and uses me as her very own slip-and-slide. Her free hand cups my tight balls, rolling and touching. Fucking show-and-tell as she sucks me into her mouth until I’m bumping the back of her throat and then somehow she takes that, too, making every wet dream I ever had come true.

  And then she runs her tongue down my dick, her teeth lightly scraping sensitive skin, and there’s only room for the two of us in this shower. She sucks and licks, and I’m fucking her mouth sweet and fast, watching her pretty pink lips form the dirtiest O around me. Don’t know how she went from pissed off to this.

  She drives me crazy, sucking harder and picking up her pace. Blow job’s not a job and she knows it. Rough sounds tear from the back of my throat, filling up the space around us, and my hands fist her hair, guiding her down. I’m so close, so fucking ready to fill her mouth with my load.

  “Fuck, princess.” I tug her head gently. “Gotta warn you—”

  She sucks me in deeper, and I lose the power of speech. She wraps her mouth around the head until her lips are bumping her fist with each hard thrust I make and I explode.

  Bracing my hand against the wall, I force myself to stay upright. Holy. Fuck.

  “You’re goddamned amazing.”

  I pull her up into my arms so fast her head must swim, but when I’m with Evie I’ve only got the one speed. I’m balls-out and slow isn’t happening. She reaches around me with a mean laugh that makes my dick twitch—fucker’s already getting ready for round two—and kills the water. As if I care about that right now.

  I carry her into my bedroom.

  Kissing her like my life depends on it.

  And maybe it fucking does, right? I head for the bed, ignoring her protests about water and the sheets. Evie worries too much. I yank the covers off the bed and set her down so quickly she bounces. Her arms and legs spread as she instinctively reacts to the free fall. Kinda like having her off balance for me, so I don’t give her a chance to find her control. I fall, too.

  I’d like to say I make this all about her, that it’s her turn, and I’ve got plans to tease her for hours. Instead, I cover her body with mine. There’s water everywhere, but she’s slick and hot when I drag my dick between her pussy lips. So fucking ready for me.

  “Rev.” She moans my name, her fingers digging into my shoulder. I love the way she holds on to me, like I’m her anchor and she’s about to fly apart.

  Guess what happened in my shower was as good for her as it was for me, which just makes me harder. She needs me to give her this, and so I do. I always will. I roll on a condom and push myself into her. Don’t stop until I’m all the way inside, her body hugging me as tight as her arms do. Her shriek almost fucking deafens me, and those sexy, happy noises she’s making are definitely doing it for me, as well.

  She just enjoys what I do to her. With her. In her. I pull back and then slide in faster, harder, drilling her into the bed. I know she likes her shit slow and sweet, but she drives me crazy a
nd this is working for both of us. I love her hard and fast, arms braced on either side of her head because that way I can kiss her, touch her beautiful face, tangle myself up in her hair. She holds on tighter, her hips tilting up to meet my next downward thrust.

  “Tell me you like this,” I whisper into her ear.

  Not like I can’t tell, because her pussy clenches hard on my dick, doing some taking of its own, but I want the words. She moans something completely incoherent and so I pull back, give her just the tip. The next moan is a definite protest.

  “Gotta give me the words, princess.”

  “I hate that name.” She turns her head and fucking bites my ear. Hard.

  She might not like the label, but I think she likes me. The way she comes is my first clue. And then, while she’s still collapsed beneath me, I pull out and flip her over. Gonna hit her ass now. Not being a complete bastard, I lube my finger up good before I slip it inside it. She tenses up.

  “Rev.” My name’s not a question, not a sigh, not a plea. Nope. She sounds nervous as hell.

  “All of you, Evie. That’s what I want.” I ease my finger out, then push it back in, stretching her. Fuck, she’s tight. Can’t wait to get inside. “You want to tell me no, tell me now.”

  Evie sucks in a breath and squirms. Then she sighs. I fist her hair, pulling her head back until I meet her gaze. She doesn’t say a thing, but she pushes her ass back against my hand. I give her a second finger, pushing deep as she inhales sharply, and then I scissor them open. Move slow and careful because I don’t want to hurt her.

  “I own this ass,” I whisper against her ear. “You’re mine.”

  “And you talk too much. Be gentle?”

  “Yeah,” I promise her.

  I ease her up onto her knees, head braced on her arm. Goddamn, she’s gorgeous like that, all trusting and open. I lube my dick because anything else would hurt her, and then I pull her cheeks apart and notch the head at the cute little pucker.

  “Finger yourself,” I order. When she hesitates, I cover her fingers with mine and we do it together. She’s wet—I can hear it.

  I thrust into her ass, slow and easy. Fuck, it feels good.

  “Relax,” I mutter. Reaching beneath her, I cover the fingers working her clit with my own. She deserves a reward for letting me have my way.

  “Easy for you to say.” Her words end on a gasp and a low moan as I seat myself inside her. God. Damn.

  I fuck her ass sure and slow. Pull back until I almost pop out and then push back into her. When I go deeper, she gasps and bucks, but she takes me, her clit getting harder and fuller as we stroke together. She doesn’t move from the position I put her in, either—just waits for me to move. Leaves me the illusion of control, because I can’t hold back. I move faster and harder, rubbing her clit with the same rhythm until we’re both gasping and reaching for the pleasure. Fucking find it, too. I come hard, filling her up, and she’s right there with me.

  I own her.

  Mission accomplished. She’s this biker’s property.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Rev

  WAY TOO EARLY, my phone goes off somewhere near my head. Still naked, Eve’s curled up against my side, her mouth pressed against my chest. Call had better be goddamned important.

  “We’ve got company,” Hawke says when I answer. “Think it’s go time.”

  Hawke’s the kind of man you follow because, wherever he’s headed, it’s either the right place to be or some special kind of hell that needs to be blown sky-high. I’ve done both with him. He’s tall and rangy, dark ink covering both arms. A scar wraps around his neck like some kind of sick necklace—the most popular rumor is that someone (ex-wife, turncoat traitor, enemy soldier) tried to garrote him with his own dog tags. You can take two things as gospel. First, Hawke’s hard to kill. Second, if you try to kill him, you’d better succeed or die in the attempt. Hawke doesn’t do forgiveness—or second chances.

  “Thank fuck.” We’ve spent the last couple of days hunting for Sachs and floating plans to pull him out of the Black Dogs clubhouse without losing any other brothers. None of us would hesitate to lay down our lives for him, but as Hawke points out, two-for-one is only an upside when you’re stocking up on beer and chips.

  If Rocker and his club were smart, they’d have handed Sachs over. Fuck, they wouldn’t have touched him because starting a war between the clubs isn’t in anyone’s best interests. We’ve had a couple of tense, go-nowhere meetings discussing possible exchanges, but nothing concrete yet. Looks like things are finally changing.

  “Twenty minutes,” Hawke says.

  “You planning on offering them tea and cookies?”

  Hawke laughs. He’s never been the nicest son of a bitch. “Thought I’d leave ’em at the front door. Let ’em think things over.”

  “Got a corner you can put them in,” I volunteer. Beside me, Evie stirs and stretches. Waking her up is one more thing I can put on the Black Dogs’ tab. I spread the fingers of my free hand over her belly.

  “I assume you’ve got Evie close to hand,” my president says drily.

  I look down at my hand on her ass. Couldn’t get much closer than that.

  “She’s right here.”

  “Get her ready,” he says. “We’ll make the swap and then we’re in a better position to clean house.”

  “Promise me she’s gonna be safe. I need to hear she’s not walking into anything bad.”

  Hawke gives a bark of laughter. “Sounds like someone got too close.”

  Not too much I can say, since it’s true.

  “Rocker’s her goddamned brother. He wants her back—you think he’d go to all this trouble just so he could hurt her?”

  “I’m more worried about the rest of his club,” I admit. “They could decide she’s a liability and all this Colombian shit gives them a good cover story if they decide to make a move.”

  “You think they’d screw one of their own?”

  “How do I know how they run their club? Seems clear they’re not thinking straight, though, what with snatching Sachs and all.”

  “We make the trade,” Hawke says. “If it looks like shit’s headed south, we can step in. You want to go after her when Sachs is free and clear, that’s your business and we’ll have your back. You tell me if you’re serious about her and we’ll make it happen.”

  I’ve never thought about making a woman my old lady. Calling it a huge step is an understatement. I think about it for a moment, but we’re under the gun here and I don’t have the luxury of time. “Gotcha.”

  Hawke hangs up and I toss the phone onto the bedside table. Evie’s still cuddled up next to me. She looks relaxed and soft, like a princess just waiting for me to wake her up with a kiss. Pretty sure I read a story like that once, but the reality’s even sexier. I brush a kiss over her forehead and start moving lower. Not sure how Prince Charming stays hands-off because my dick has plenty of suggestions to make.

  I plant a kiss on her shoulder. “We have to get up.”

  “Right now?” Evie’s voice is warm and sleepy, her mouth grazing my chest. Another inch and she’d be tonguing my nipple.

  Twenty minutes isn’t much time. I’ve never had a problem getting up, putting my pants on and heading out the door, but this is Evie. As soon as I get her in my arms, I start thinking about staying. And yeah, banging the hell out of her because she’s so damned sexy. She’s also strong, which would make her a fucking amazing old lady. Not just because she’s the hottest thing ever in bed (she totally is), but because she smiles when she sees me and she won’t take my shit. Doesn’t matter that I’m bigger, badder and could hurt her six ways to Sunday (not that I would, but she can’t fucking know that, right?). She’s still fighting for her asshole brother—and I’d like her to fight for me that way.

  “Fucking love waking up next to you,” I say
roughly.

  She sucks in a breath. “Not much for pretty words, are you?”

  If she wants poetry, she’s in bed with the wrong biker. I roll her onto her side, ease her leg forward and...shit. Can’t take her bareback, no matter how much I want that. I grab a condom from the bedside table, roll it on and slip my fingers between her legs. She’s warm and slick, but I need to hear her screaming my name so I press my thigh between hers. Glide my fingers over her soft lips, from her ass to her clit. It’s like the world’s best fucking happy trail. I could play with her all day.

  “Rev?”

  “Give me a minute.” She’s so soft, I could fucking come just grinding against her ass.

  When I stroke my thumb over her clit, she moans and tenses up. She’s wet, and that’s good, but it’s not enough. I cup her, pressing in with my fingertips, drawing slow circles on her slick flesh. Squeeze carefully.

  “Come for me,” I whisper.

  She whimpers something. Doesn’t sound like a no, so I stroke her some more. When I pinch her clit gently, she arches back into me, demanding more.

  She can fucking have whatever she wants.

  I thrust inside her slowly. Don’t stop until I’ve filled her up. And then I hang onto her hips, guiding her, letting her ride me as I move faster and faster, the two of us headed straight for the same goddamned wonderful place. Perfect. She clenches down hard, her fingers twisting in the sheets, and I drill into her one last time. Fuck, but she owns me.

  I hold her tight, breathing hard. I’ve never felt like this, but I’m damned sure I want to do it again. And again. I look down at her, lying relaxed and boneless against me, and I’m pretty sure she feels the same way. Can’t stop touching her, either. My fingers trace the soft undercurve of her spectacular tits, smooth down her belly, head south.