by K. Renee
“College. Ry and I had a falling out when he and Danielle split up. I wasn’t allowed near the club when all that went down and my parents moved me with them instead of letting me finish out my schooling here. Fast forward to today, I am now back in town and loving it.” She looks down at the bottle in her hand, fingers starting to peel the corner of the label.
“You graduated?” I question. Part of me is wondering why she came back, but I don’t ask because it might be the same story as me. Starting over or hell maybe she just wants to make things right with her brother. I wish I could say the same about my brother.
He’s a piece of shit that I wish I never met. He is the exact reason I moved here. The club knows my past and has never once held it against me, and I’m fucking grateful for it. He’s a sick son of a bitch, and I know that it would have been easier for them to just put me out on my ass instead of bringing me into the fold, but they trust me. They know that I would never betray them no matter who my family once was.
“Yeah, with honors. I’m secretly a nerd.” She winks at me, and I can’t help but smirk.
“A beautiful nerd,” I murmur. She blushes slightly and takes a swig from her bottle and sets it back on the bar before taking a seat close to me.
“I didn’t expect a biker like you when I got here.”
I raise an eyebrow at that.
“A biker like me?” she nods her head but doesn’t look at me. Instead, she’s looking over my shoulder at something. Turning my head, I see her watching her brother and his ole’ lady. He’s got her pressed into the wall, his hips keeping her right where he wants her.
“What kind of biker am I?” I ask, curious what she even means right now.
She turns her attention back to me and grins shyly. I highly doubt this girl has a shy bone in her body. “A biker who is sexy as hell and holds the door open for a woman.”
I can’t help but chuckle. I lean in so I can whisper in her ear, “I am no saint. I may hold a door open, but that’s only because I wanted to watch your ass as you walked in.”
Her breathing hitches before I pull away from her. When our eyes meet, I can see the heat in them. Her lips are slightly parted and fuck if I can’t help but imagine what they would look like wrapped around my dick.
She reaches a hand out to me and runs her fingers down my chest. I can feel the bite of her nail as she runs it down my tee before she gets to the bottom, stopping on my belt buckle. She’s playing with fire, and she doesn’t even know it.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I am no saint. Growing up on the streets forced me to learn early in life that I had to take what I wanted, and right now, the only thing I want is standing in front of me looking like a beautiful disaster. One wrong move that I will likely regret, but don’t care enough to keep my distance from.
She could bring me to my knees in a way that no one else will ever do, and I know this with just a few words. A few moments of just being in her presence and she will hold all the power in her hands. Her finger will be on the trigger.
Chapter Two
Sydney
I can feel the heat pooling between my thighs and fuck if I don’t want to drag him somewhere where we can be alone. I already know that Ryder will be all over us trying to find out where I disappeared to and I don’t want to start problems with his brothers.
Instead of planning our getaway, I stay rooted right where I am and reach out to touch him. It’s been something that I’ve been craving since the moment I laid eyes on him.
He isn’t like the other guys here. He seems almost untouchable if that is even possible. My hand slips under his shirt, and he just watches me with a smirk on his face.
The only thing I wish right now is that I didn’t have the shit that happened back at school lingering over my head. I wish that things were different and that everything I am currently dealing with would just disappear, but it won’t.
I fucked up majorly and the last thing I need is to be remotely interested in a member of my brother's club, but I can’t help it. One look and I was a goner. The moment our hands touched, I knew I was so damn screwed.
Instead of making myself wait any longer, I slide my hand back down his stomach and out from under his shirt, grabbing his hand and dragging him away from the guys that are still crowded around the bar behind us.
My brother was only a few feet away, but he’s so wrapped up in Danielle that he wouldn’t even notice that I’m dragging Hendrix behind me toward the empty hallway. At least I hope it’s empty for what I’m about to do.
If not, I’m sure it’s going to be a hell of a time trying to convince my brother not to kill Hendrix before I get to have a little bit of fun with the sexy bastard.
As soon as we get out of eyesight, I stop and push him back into the wall. He doesn’t put up a fight as I close the distance between us and raise to my tiptoes to kiss him.
The minute our mouths touch, it’s like I’ve been hit with electricity and I have no idea how to even explain it. Every nerve ending in me feels alive for the first time ever, and I never want to lose this feeling.
His arm wraps around my waist, and he pulls me closer to him. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he changes our positions, pushing me back into the wall and trapping me right there. His hips press into me, and I can already feel the bulge that is straining against his jeans, and it only spurs me on more.
Looking into his eyes, I can see the fire in them. He doesn’t care what my brother might say or do, and I love that. If I ever settled down with someone, I would want them to not be afraid of challenging Ryder. He may be a badass in this club and on the streets of Las Vegas, but he’s still just my brother.
“Fuck,” he whispers in my ear when he pulls his mouth off of mine. My heart is pounding in my chest and shit, all I want to do is shove my hand into his jeans.
I don’t say a word as he runs his finger along my neck, right for my cleavage. His other hand runs up my thigh, and when it comes to my ass, he gives it a squeeze and a moan falls from my lips. I want nothing more than to let him take me right here, right now.
“As much as I want to strip you down right here in this damn hallway, I don’t want your brother planning my funeral.” He licks along my neck before continuing. “Let’s go to my room.”
My eyes meet his, and I see the same lust that I am sure is written all over my face on his. I nod my head slightly, not really caring if my brother caught me in this hallway right now, especially with the shit that will come down on him when he finds out my secret. A secret that I know will destroy everything.
Hendrix grabs my hand and leads me down the hallway before stopping in front of a door and unlocking it. Once he gets the door open, he motions for me to walk in before him and I know that it’s only because he wants to check out my ass some more.
As I walk past him, the crack of his hand hitting my ass echoes through the semi-empty room and I can’t help but yelp in surprise. I spin around, and he’s got a sexy as sin grin plastered to his lips.
Instead of walking away from him and toward the bed, I go right to him as he shuts the door. The minute he locks it, I push him into the door and press my lips to his.
One thing I learned in college was to never be shy. I played the field just as much as some of the guys and I knew the word around campus about me, but I didn’t care my senior year. I needed to break free of my good girl life that I became someone else. That someone else is the reason I’m here.
The reason I came running home to Ryder, hoping like hell that he will do everything he can to protect me.
Sampson is going to kill me.
I knew I should have just continued being the plain old Sydney Stark, the quiet, shy girl that was always Ryder’s little sister.
One night with Hendrix won’t kill me. If anything, I’ll get to feel something even for just a few hours. I’m craving to feel something. After everything with Sampson, I just want to forget. Forget everything that has happened in the last year and what I did.
His parting words to me will always haunt me, and I try to tamp them down as I’m pressed against Hendrix’s body, but they continue to eat away at me. Reminding me just how fucked I really am. I can’t run forever, this much I already know. Forgetting is my old line of defense until I have to face my demons, or a six foot three biker covered in tattoos and a tongue made for being between a woman’s thighs. A dirty blonde, rough around the edges asshole who wants me to rat on my brother and his club.
His hands run down my back and squeeze my ass. I can feel his erection through his jeans, and I rub against him slightly. Every inch of my body is humming with need, and I refuse to ruin this moment by spilling my guts to this sexy as sin man. At least he will help me keep my mind off everything else.
Everything else I can deal with later.
The groan that escapes him as he pulls his mouth off of me is hot, and I take this time to grab his belt, unbuckling it quickly. Once I get his jeans undone, I shove my hand inside so he can’t stop me.
My hand wraps around his shaft, and I slowly run my fingers along the silky hardness. His lips start to trail along my neck, and he nibbles on my earlobe causing me to gasp. His hands move up my body, grabbing my top, pulling it up as he goes, tossing it on his floor behind me.
I tilt my head to the side to give him better access to my neck, and he takes it, sucking and kissing a delicious path that has my lips parting and my eyes closing. Before I know what’s happening, he’s spinning us around, and I’m the one being pushed into the door. His hands are now on my shorts, unbuttoning them and pushing them down my hips.
I make quick work of getting his jeans down his thighs, and when I look down, I feel my heart skip a beat. He’s thick, hard, and pierced. I’ve never been with a man who had his dick pierced, and part of me is giddy just at the thought of something new.
The boys I went to school with were pretty assholes who thought they knew more about a vagina than they really did. Most times I had to show them what I liked or wanted for them to get a clue.
I have a feeling that Hendrix doesn’t need a how-to manual. He looks like he can show me a thing or two.
Hendrix takes a step back from me and looks me up and down. His hand on his dick sliding up and down the shaft, just teasing me as he runs his finger along the piercing. I bite my bottom lip as I watch his hand move and I step out of my shorts, now standing there in just a pair of champagne-colored lace panties and a corset-like bandeau bra.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. He takes a few steps back toward me and reaches out a hand to run it down the center of my chest to the top of my panties. “So fucking sexy. Way better than I imagined.” His fingers are still wrapped around his dick, and when I reach out to touch him again, he pulls back.
Tempting and teasing me in a way those college boys never did.
His finger hooks into the top of my panties, and he gives them a hard yank. The sound of the lace tearing is the only other thing I hear besides the sound of my heart pounding in my chest.
The lace falls to the ground, and he comes closer to me. He releases his cock and presses up against me. He doesn’t even try to rip my bra off; instead, he reaches behind my back and undoes it, letting it fall away.
I take the opportunity to put my hands on him. I grip the edges of his cut and slide it down both of his arms, careful not to let it fall on the ground. One thing I learned about the MC life while Ry was still around is to never disrespect the cut. Their cuts were one of the most important aspects of them. It represented so much more than just rocking their patches. In a way, it told a story. It said everything about that member without them having to say a word.
I pull it away from him and fold it over my arm before setting it on the dresser a few feet from me. Before I even have the chance to turn around, his body is pressed into mine, and his lips are resting right below my ear.
“Up against the door or in the bed?”
A shiver rises up my spine, and I press back into his body a little.
“Against the door,” I whisper.
I can feel his lips turn up into a grin against my skin and I can’t wait for how he’s going to make me feel.
His hand slides up my body, and I feel myself finally start to let go of the past. Let go of all the things that are racing through my head reminding me that my time is running out and that soon I’ll have no place to hide.
I tip my head back as Hendrix nips along the column of my neck, sending a million shivers across my skin. I let him take control over my entire body not giving a damn about these consequences. They are a piece of cake compared to everything else in my life.
I just feel. In a way, I use Hendrix, hoping like hell that I at least have this. A memory of right now to last me until shit hits the fan.
Chapter Three
Hendrix
The way her body presses into mine turns me the fuck on. I want nothing more than to sink inside of her right this second, but I can’t. I hold back slightly because I have a weird feeling, one that I can’t even describe.
When the words fell from her lips, my dick was throbbing and ready to go. She wants me to take her against the door and fuck, do I ever want to shove my cock so deep inside of her that she never wants another man, but something feels… off.
I run my fingers along her shoulder and move the hair from her neck. That’s when I see it. It’s not huge, but I press my lips along the mark that I know all too well. When my lips touch it, her shoulder stiffens, and her whole body tightens. Instead of pointing out the mark, I just continue.
She was with him. I don’t know if she’s here to cause us problems, but I don’t really care right now. If he sent her for a reason, then I’m going to make sure to ruin her for him. She’ll never be his again.
I ignore the questions that are now spinning around in my head begging to get answers. I’ll ask her when the time is right, but right now? Right now, all I want to do is fuck her.
She’s standing naked in front of me. Her back pressed against my chest. My dick snug against her ass and I can’t help but wonder if he took her like this too. She has no fucking clue that he and I are practically the same people. My flesh and fucking blood. A goddamn traitor to everything we ever promised each other.
Hallum is no longer my family. He thought he was almighty and able to take over the fucking world, but he was nothing more than a fucking hypocrite.
I force myself to stop thinking about him and the mark he left on her skin.
Moving her so she’s pressed up against the wall, I kiss along her shoulder and give it a little nip. Her breathing quickens, and she presses back into me. Her ass rubbing against my dick in the best fucking way.
Pushing my jeans the rest of the way down, I kick them off and pull back enough to grip my cock. I run my hand up and down the shaft a few times before gripping the base and rubbing it against her skin. Bending my knees slightly, I position myself at her opening, not even bothering with a condom. The only thing I want is to feel her skin on skin, erasing every inch of him that she remembers.
I slam into her roughly, not really caring that I slam my body into hers. She whimpers when she hits the wall, but it doesn’t stop me from taking what I want. I run my nose along her throat and fuck she smells so damn good.
I’m used to women who wear more makeup and perfume than should be allowed. But Sydney is nothing like any of the women before her. She’s on a whole other level that I can’t wait to taint.
Hallum will never get another taste of her.
I thrust into her hard and deep, loving the little sounds that fall from her lips. My arm wraps around her chest and keeps her right where I want her. Every thrust, she’s pushing back onto my dick practically begging for more.
I bite down on her earlobe causing her body to shiver and a moan to fall from those beautiful lips of hers, lips that I can’t wait to get wrapped around my dick later.
Reaching my other hand around her body, I slide it down until I fin
d her clit. I gather a little of her juices and start to rub her bundle of nerves. My lips attach to her neck as she whispers that she’s going to come.
I don’t let up even as she’s gasping for breath. Her pussy contracts around me tightly and I continue to thrust in and out of her until I feel my balls tighten and the familiar rush that I get every time I come.
I slam into her roughly as I come inside of her sweet fucking pussy, my balls draining inside of her cunt.
Sucking on her neck, I know I’m going to leave a mark on her, but I don’t care. Ryder will find out that she fucked someone and I’d be the first to admit it. I’m not afraid of him. He may be one badass motherfucker, but he’s always my brother, and that means something to him and me. A few punches may be thrown, but I’m a man and can take them because now that I’ve had her, there is no fucking way I’ll let her go back to Hallum.
As I come down from my high, I kiss down her neck and nip gently at her shoulder again before pulling out of her. She doesn’t say a word, only sighs and leans back into my chest. Moving her hair again, I kiss the other side of her neck before turning her around.
She’s got a blissful look on her face, and my hands go to her ass and lift her up. Her legs wrap around me, and her arms go around my neck, holding herself tightly to me. Walking her over to the bed, I lay us both down, starting to run my tongue along every inch of her chest that I can reach.
“That was…” She trails off, not getting another word out before I press my mouth to hers and kiss her deeply. All thoughts of everything else is wiped from my mind, and the only thing I see is her.
I pull back, and she releases her hold on me. I can already see the mark on her neck. It’s much darker than her tan skin, and I reach out to run my finger over it. The need to mark her again is flooding my senses, but I don’t move from where I am. I plan on taking my time with her for the rest of the night, leaving plenty of marks on her skin as I go. Being greedy won’t do anything but rush this.