by Ryan Michele
“Oh, God,” Bella cries out as I thrust deep inside her body, bottoming out. I’m planted so deep inside her, and I want to stay there for days.
I grip her hips and hold her to me. That fine ass is begging to be slapped, spanked, and tortured, but I’m too far gone.
With one hand, I trail up her spine and lace my fingers through her hair. I yank her head so her back is to my chest and her exposed neck is there for my assault. She yelps as the thrusts become harder.
My lips capture her skin, and I suck and bite, feeling the thump of her pulse with each movement I make.
She grips my leg as she screams out, “Buzz, please.”
“Do you want to come, Bella?” I ask, tugging her hair.
“Yes, please, Buzz,” she pleads. I love the way the words come to her lips.
“Not yet.”
She groans, and I reach around and tweak her nipple hard, twisting and rolling it as she whimpers.
“I can’t,” she says, on the verge, but I’m not ready for her to go over. She should be. I’ve kept her here for the last fifteen minutes, giving then taking away, not letting her have her full release, knowing when she does, she will be left breathless.
“Yes, you can.” I punctuate each word with a thrust.
“No!” she cries out, and her pussy clamps tight around me.
After giving her nipple another tug, I reach around to her pussy and start rubbing it hard and fast, making sure her clit is fully exposed to me.
“Now,” I command, and with two more flicks to her clit, she explodes, capturing me in her grip so tightly I can’t fight my own orgasm.
My balls draw up as I continue my pace, even as my cock explodes inside my woman.
I ride her out as her breaths become nonexistent and her screams fill the room. Best damn sound ever.
We fall to the bed in a tangle of limbs, and I pull my cock from her body only long enough to turn her and hold her in my arms. Then I slide back inside. I want to be connected to her in every way possible.
She opens her beautiful eyes as her body heaves for breath.
I brush her hair away from her face and stare at my woman, the woman I might not have come home to.
“Love you,” I whisper then kiss her lips softly.
“Love you,” she says back, trying to catch her breath.
“After everything we’ve been through, this right here is everything,” I tell her honestly and see a tear well in her eye.
“Baby—”
“I mean it. I want you wearing my rag.”
Her breath hitches.
“Told you, no going back, only forward to a future we both deserve.”
Tears fall from her eyes. “I’m your ol’ lady,” she says softly with a smile.
“Yeah, babe. Now and forever. It’s time we ride free.”
“I can get it myself!” Shaina screeches at me, her frustration getting the better of her.
Using her walker, she makes her way over to the counter and grabs the lotion. She holds it in her hand in contemplation. She has no basket or anything to hold it in; that was why I told her I’d get it for her. Big mistake.
Over the last month, she’s grown by leaps and bounds. She’s working hard to get her one foot to work right. Most of the time, she uses crutches, but when we are alone, she uses her walker for more stability.
She tucks the lotion between her breasts and lifts her head to smile at me, pride oozing from her.
“I did it,” she says, coming to the bed as I sit.
“Yeah, ya did. So stop being a pain in the ass and let me rub it on your feet.”
Her glare is cute, but I ignore it as she sits next to me.
“You need to be careful,” she tells me.
I want to laugh. While I’m still healing, nothing could stop me from taking care of my woman.
“I will,” I placate her.
She pulls her legs up then sets her feet on my lap. “I don’t want you tearing anything,” she reminds me unnecessarily.
We’re both protective of one another to a degree that is so off the charts it’s unreal. Our eyes barely leave each other’s, and I’ve kept her as close to me as possible since she got out of the hospital. I love her gaze on me, watchful and ready. I’m not sure what my little pixie of a woman would do, but I wouldn’t change a damn thing about it.
I squirt the lotion onto my palms then knead her foot. Feeling the pull in my chest, I adjust a bit.
“Need to ask you somethin’.” It’s been on my mind since the moment I came to. I need to ask.
“Anything,” she responds immediately.
“Did you think of not comin’ back to me? Ya know, when we talked.”
Her brows pinch together and then relax. “That was weird stuff. I can’t believe I remember it so clearly. I could even smell the cigarettes on my father. The whole thing could’ve been on those shows where people talk to the dead or something.”
While she’s correct, she’s getting off the subject here.
“Shaina.” I squeeze her foot just a bit more.
“There was a moment when I wanted to be with my dad, to have that connection I didn’t get here … to be the daughter he deserved.”
Her words slice through me like a blade. Her not coming back to me was not an option. She had to.
She reaches over and grabs my shoulder, sitting up a little farther in the bed. “I couldn’t leave you, Breaker. We have something that I didn’t think I could have after what those men took from me. I love you. There was no other choice for me.”
I drop her foot and move quickly yet carefully up to her. My lips connect with hers in a sweet as hell kiss that my cock wants to make hotter, but I refrain. We’re getting there, but both of us are still working on becoming one hundred percent.
I pull away and look into her eyes. “Know I’m broken. Know you’ve got shit in your head, but you’re the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Tears form in her eyes. “Best damn thing for me, too.”
“I’m havin’ your rag made.”
Her eyes grow wide.
“Don’t act surprised. I told you this is happenin’.”
“I know. It’s just … we were …”
I squeeze her foot. “We’re here. Alive. That’s all that matters.”
“Love you,” she tells me, and my heart grows.
“Love you, too. Always and forever.”
I stand with Ma against me, my arm wrapped around her as I look out over my club. Brothers, sisters, my kids, grandkid … family—that’s what Ravage is. That’s what it’s always been. That’s what it always will be.
We lost too many, and the thought of that crushes me.
We’ve also gained new women who make my brothers happy, and that’s all I want for all of them: to be happy, to be loved.
For us to RIDE FREE.
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Ryan Michele found her passion in bringing fictional characters to life. She loves being in an imaginative world where anything is possible, and she has a knack for special twists readers don’t see coming.
She writes MC, Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal, New Adult, Inspirational, and other romance-based genres. Whether it’s bikers, wolf-shifters, mafia, etc., Ryan spends her time making sure her heroes are strong and her heroines match them at every turn.
When she isn’t writing, Ryan is a mom and wife living in rural Illinois and reading by her pond in the warm sun.
Ravage MC Series
Ravage Me (Ravage MC #1)
Seduce Me (Ravage MC #2)
Consume Me (Ravage MC #3)
Inflame Me (Ravage MC #4)
Captivate Me (Ravage Me #5)
Satisfy Me
Rattle Me
Ride with Me (A Hellions & Ravage MC Duel) by Chelsea Camaron & Ryan Michele
Ravage MC Box Set
Vipers Creed MC Series
Crossover (A Devils Due and Vipers Creed MC Prequel) Coming October 2017
Challenged (Vipers Creed #1)
Conquering (Vipers Creed#2)
3rd Book coming in 2017
Raber Wolf Pack Series
Raber Wolf Pack Book One
Raber Wolf Pack Book Two
Raber Wolf Pack Book Three
Raber Wolf Pack Box Set
Stand-alones
Needing to Fall
Safe
Wanting You
Blood & Loyalties
Challenged
(Vipers Creed MC#1) by Ryan Michele
©Ryan Michele 2016
Prologue
My head filled with a cloudy, dense fog that I couldn’t shake. Even with my eyes open, a filmy haze covered them, making everything blurry. Voices were muffled, as if I were under water, sinking. I thought I recognized one, but I couldn’t tell for sure.
Too hard to think.
I attempted to pull my arms up, but they were immediately halted by something. The hard, cold, heavy attachments clinked like metal. Even straining to move them, my muscles were so weak, so lethargic I couldn’t. I tried my legs, and the same thing happened.
A hard surface pressed against my back as the cool air of the room cascaded over my skin, my nipples, my stomach… Oh God, was I naked?
I opened my mouth, wanting to scream as deep panic set in. Unfortunately, nothing came out except air. Even that took more effort than I had in me.
Placing the pieces of the puzzle together, I couldn’t make heads or tails out of anything.
Heat at my side had me turning in that direction, only to see a fuzzy, black figure. I squinted then blinked, trying to get the focus to come back, but nothing. Not a damn thing.
“Hello, darlin’. Welcome to hell.”
Chapter One
Trix
A lump gathered in my throat settling like a rock, hard and brutal, sucking the wind out of me. My hand slightly twitched as I dialed the number I never in a million years thought I would call. I switched the phone to my other hand in an effort to shake out the trembling, because nervousness wasn’t an option. Trix Lamasters would not turn into some twit who couldn’t think straight over one phone call. Being a shrewd businesswoman, I’d learned from the best not to let shit get to me, how to compartmentalize things and deal.
I swallowed hard, moving the lump from my throat to settle into my gut like a boulder. As I focused, my breathing evened out. The thick steel in my spine could handle anything life threw at me, including this call. Including the man who would be on the other end of the line.
The green button stared back at me, my finger hovering over it. Then I pressed it and pulled the phone to my ear just as it started ringing.
One ring … two … three …
“What?” was barked through the phone line with a male’s voice tainted by harsh impatience.
“Can I talk to Cade? Shit.” I stopped myself. He wasn’t Cade anymore. I needed to remember that a lot had changed. “I mean, Spook. Is Spook around?”
Silence.
“Hello?” I pulled the phone away from my ear, looking at the bright screen, making sure the call hadn’t dropped. Nope, the little numbers in the corner were still counting away. I pressed it back to my ear, waiting a few beats.
“Who wants to fucking know?” His tone turned gruffer, almost as if he were a protective watch dog of Cade’s, and nothing or no one got past him.
Watch dog or not, I wasn’t about to get eaten.
“This is Trix Lamasters. I need to speak to him.”
More silence, not even a breath or noise in the background.
“Hello?”
His voice came over the line right as I intended to speak again. “Stop fucking saying hello. I’m here.”
Hell, maybe someone pissed in his Wheaties this morning, his attitude having nothing to do with me. Or maybe it was just him.
I slapped my hand to my forehead as the word dumbass rang in my mind.
“Sorry, I thought the call dropped.” Now I apologized to the rude man? Get a grip, Trix.
“What do you need with Spook?” The guard dog didn’t give me an inch. Nevertheless, he didn’t need to know my business.
I needed a diversion.
“Can you just get a message to him to call me?”
“Babe, either tell me what you need, or nothing fuckin’ gets to him.” His tone turned flat and resolute.
“Fuck,” I muttered then heard him chuckle. The damn man needed a bone before he played. Asshole. “An employee of mine has been seen at your clubhouse. I need to talk to her.”
“Call her,” he quipped.
“She doesn’t have a phone,” I retorted, feeling the fire burn in my veins.
“Not my problem,” the man sneered. From his attitude, I knew he would have no problem hanging up on me right now, never telling Cade I needed to talk to him. Good thing I dealt with assholes on a regular basis.
“Look, the bitch owes me money.” Anger raced through my body. I let it be heard through each clipped word.
He let out a deep laugh that was almost intriguing if he weren’t a jerk. “You may as well kiss that cash good-bye.”
My pride had other ideas.
“Fuck no. I want what’s owed to me.” I sighed, needing a different tactic. “Look, can you just give Spook my name?” He would either call or he wouldn’t, but maybe that would get the dog to want to nose around. Maybe curiosity would get him to spread my name at least.
“This is gonna be fun. Hang on.” The man must have covered the mouthpiece with his hand, because everything he said was muffled except for him calling Spook’s name. That, I could hear clearly. My adrenaline spiked at the thought of Cade coming on the line.
“Yeah?” a voice I recognized from my dreams said into the phone. The deep, raspy tenor had grown over time and slithered down my spine all the way to my knees, giving them a slight tremble. It took only one word to make my stomach flip.
Fuck, I knew this was a bad idea, but I wasn’t that girl anymore. He would not have power over me. I wouldn’t allow it.
I paced my small living room, needing the movement to get my knees back in line.
“Cade? It’s Trix Lamasters.”
“First, the name’s Spook.
Second, who?”
That one kind of stung. Alright, more than stung. It tore another hole in my already battered heart was more like it. The asshole didn’t even remember me, but what did I expect, being one in a sea of many? There was absolutely no reason I would have stood out to him.
“We went to school together,” I tried.
Silence.
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, hoping divine intervention would give me the gift of patience or a gun. Neither came.
“Whatever. I get you don’t remember me, but you have one of my employees there. I need to talk to her. She owes me money, and I need it back.”
“Trixie Lamasters.” I could hear the devilish grin as his words snaked over the phone. Not going to lie, my pussy quivered.
No one called me Trixie anymore, because once upon a time, he did and I had loved it. After he abruptly left my life, taking the one thing I could never get back, I refused to let anyone call me by that name. Never again would I allow the hollow feeling that name represented to seep through me. Now, hearing him after fifteen years, the vault of memories opened wide, something I did not want to happen. I didn’t want to feel, yet each recollection of the past bombarded my mind.
“Long time.”
I paused mid-step as a flash of younger Cade hit me. Shaking my head clear, I continued to pace through my living room.
“Yeah, very long. Anyway, you have a woman there by the name of Nanette King. Can you hand her over to me?”
I wouldn’t let the smoothness of his voice draw me in like it had all those years ago, reducing me to a pile of teenaged mush. Strictly business, I told myself, because business I could handle.
“How do you know she’s here?”
“I had her followed, and it led to you.”
I guessed he didn’t like the fact that I had found her that way, judging from the muttered curses that followed. Each word made me smile. I had a payroll of people who worked for me now, and some little twit-fart would not run off with my money. That wasn’t how I operated my business.