A Ride or Die Kind of Love

by Chelsea Camaron

  “You kiss,” he snarls. “It’s with me.”

  He runs a finger down my belly, until he gets to the bottom of my skirt. He slides a finger up the inside of my thigh until he’s stroking my damp panties.

  “You get fuckin’ touched, it’s by me.”

  His voice is raspy, but mostly it’s dangerous.

  “You fuck,” he hisses. “It’s with my fuckin’ cock inside you.”

  I open my mouth again, but he cuts me off with a sharp look that dares me to keep playing this game with him.

  “And sugar,” he murmurs, leaning close, “if you ever play with me like that again, you won’t like how it ends. That ain’t a fuckin’ threat either; it’s a mother fuckin’ promise.”

  Then he spins, taking me with him as he shoves through the crowd. Sweet mother of God, why do his words make me want him so much more?

  ******

  I don’t know what I expected Cade to do, but what he does, has my head spinning. He takes me to a private bar out the back, and locks the door. It’s empty, and my guess, not used a great deal. I watch as he stalks over to the bar and walks around, picking up a bottle of whiskey. He flicks the top off, and puts it to his mouth, drinking. I watch as his throat moves, and oh my, I think my panties just went from soaked to drenched. When he puts the bottle down, he opens the nearby freezer and pulls out some ice. He shrugs off his leather jacket, grips the hem of his shirt and tears it off. I stare, eyes wide.

  Cade is fucking beautiful. Every inch of him would make any woman’s panties soaked in seconds. He comes around the bar and stops in front of me. His face is hard to read, but I can still see the lingering anger behind his stony expression. He’s angry at me. No, he’s fucking wild at me. Understandable, I suppose. I watch as he reaches down, gripping his jeans and popping the top button. I swallow and my palms become damp. When he lowers them and his cock springs free, I can’t help licking my lips. He steps forward, gripping my jaw and running his thumb over my bottom lip. His gaze is intense, fierce, even a touch feral. He grips a couple of ice cubes, and puts them towards my mouth.

  “Suck these, then get on your knees, and suck my cock, sugar.”

  Well shit. When he says it like that, so demanding, so powerful, I’m unable to do anything put part my lips and let him slip an ice cube into my mouth. I use my tongue to push the cubes around, letting them cool my mouth. When they’ve dissolved, I begin lowering to my knees. Cade’s cock is in front of me, hard, throbbing, so fucking beautiful. I am desperate to taste him again, to slide him deep inside my throat, to feel his cum spurting and his cock pulsing as he shares his pleasure with me.

  “Suck me, baby, hard.”

  Hard. Oh God. I grip his cock with my hand, gently sliding my palm up and down the hard length. He growls and tangles his fingers in my hair, and then he pulls my head forward, pressing his head into my parted lips. He hisses when I close my cold mouth around him. I’ve heard the ice cube trick is quite pleasurable for a man, but it’s not something I’ve ever experienced. Cade grunts and thrusts his hips, sliding his entire length into my mouth. I open further to accommodate his massive size and then I curl my lips around my teeth and let him fuck my mouth any way he pleases. I feel him slip an ice cube into the side of my mouth, and his groans as it begins to melt are out of this world.

  “Mouth so fuckin’ sweet,” he growls. “So fuckin’ sweet.”

  I gasp and reach up, gripping his backside and clenching my nails into his skin as he continues to thrust, harder, faster, until he’s quite literally fucking my face. He’s pounding into my mouth, his cock stretching my lips, causing them to burn in the most pleasurable way. I reach down, slipping my finger up under my skirt to find my clit. Cade tugs my hair, causing me to wince.

  “Get your fuckin’ fingers outta that cunt, it’s mine.”

  Whimpering, I remove my fingers. Cade pulls his cock from my now swollen, cold lips and stares down at me.

  “I’m not wastin’ that in your mouth. I’m goin’ to fuck you on that bar and you’re goin’ to be full of ice. I’m also goin’ to put my hand on your ass, so get ready.”

  I find myself nodding, even though I’m sure this isn’t how I had planned the night to end. Cade leans down, pulling me to my feet. He slides his lips over mine, and the feeling of his warm, heated lips dancing with my cold, swollen lips is purely erotic. I grip his chest, squeezing and feeling the muscles bunching underneath my palms. God, he’s fucking yummy. I want more of him. I want so much that I can’t breathe. I need it until it’s all I can think about, all I can dream about.

  “Lay down on the bar, sugar,” Cade orders.

  I do as he asks, walking over and sliding my bottom up onto the bar. I lay my back down on the old, faded timber and prop my legs on a nearby stool. Cade growls, and walks over, wearing only his jeans, which are now half way down his ass. His cock still stands proudly, aching for more. Cade grips my panties and slides them down my legs. Then he grips my ankles and places my legs even further apart. He growls with satisfaction, and then he takes hold of a couple of ice cubes, gently pressing them to my entrance. I squirm as he slips one inside me, his finger sliding in deep, filling me, stretching me. I groan at the strange, cool sensation and buck my hips, wanting more.

  “Patience, sugar.”

  He grips another cube, sliding it in behind the first one. I cry out as they fill and stretch me, and his fingers stir my sensitive spots until I’m crying out and begging him to let me come. He keeps his finger inside me, and with his other hand, he takes a cube and rubs it over my clit, while he thrusts his finger in and out. The feeling of the freezing cube on my throbbing clit is out of this world. My back arches, and electric bolts of pleasure jerk my body. I reach up, gripping my own hair as the pleasure becomes too intense. It’s so different, so fucking incredible. When I come, I come hard. I scream out Cade’s name and my body thrashes on the old bar.

  “Fuckin’ beautiful,” Cade husks as he slips his fingers from my body. “Don’t move, sugar, I’m goin’ to fuck you hard.”

  I squirm at his words, but I stay on the bar. I hear Cade shuffling around, and I can feel the cool ice cubes beginning to melt inside me, sliding down my ass and causing me to shiver. I hear the sound of a small stool scraping across the floor, and then Cade is over me, his body looming over mine. He wraps his fingers in my hair and leans down close.

  “You clean, sugar?”

  “What?” I whisper.

  “Clean, have you been checked?”

  I flush. “No, I haven’t.”

  He tilts his head to the side. “You’re goin’ to get checked, yeah? For now, we’ll use a condom.”

  For now. Sweet heaven. Cade leans back off me, and I lift my head to watch as he rolls a condom over his hard length. Then he’s standing straight, gripping my hips and sliding me to the end of the bar. When my ass is just about hanging over the edge, he tilts my hips up and drives into me, with one hard thrust. I cry out, bucking as the feeling of him pushing the ice cubes deep inside me sends shivers up my spine. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. He pulls his entire length out with a feral hiss, then he drives it back in. I whimper, arching and sliding my fingers up my top to grip my breasts.

  “Yeah, fuckin’ touch them for me, baby,” Cade growls.

  I shove my shirt up and cup my breasts, rolling my nipples in my fingers. Cade groans so deeply, and so fucking primal it causes me to clench hard around him.

  “Fuck, sugar, squeeze my dick again.”

  I love when he talks dirty.

  “Talk dirty to me,” I beg, clenching around him again.

  “Your little cunt is so tight around me. Fuck, sugar, I wanna come so fuckin’ hard.”

  “Then come,” I rasp, feeling my own release rising higher and higher as Cade thrusts harder and harder.

  “Not ‘till you,” he grates out, his jaw tense, his eyes closed.

  I squeeze my nipples harder, and when Cade thrusts deep once more, I come. I come so hard my entire worl
d spins. I don’t even scream, because I’ve gone beyond that. All that escapes my mouth is a pathetic strangled sound. Cade does as promised, and brings his hand down hard over my thigh as he throws his head back and I feel his cock begin to pulse as he comes with me. Together, we ride our high until we’ve both stopped shaking. Cade leans down, grips my shoulders and pulls me up. He presses my cheek to his chest, and I slide my tongue out, licking the fine layer of salty sweat from his skin. He shudders and holds me tighter.

  “Fuck, sugar, you’re sendin’ me over the edge, and I’m lovin’ every second of it.”

  If I was being honest with myself, I’d say I felt exactly the same.

  “I shouldn’t have run out earlier,” I murmur against his skin.

  He pulls back and looks down at me with a hard expression.

  “Took every strength in me tonight, not to make a scene in that bar. The only fuckin’ reason I didn’t, is ‘coz it’s what Spike wants. Sugar, if you ever fuckin’ think that I won’t tie you up if you’re bein’ like that, you’re wrong. I will. I’ll do whatever it fuckin’ takes to protect you, don’t fuckin’ put it past me.”

  I swallow. God, why is it that the idea of him doing that both thrills and frightens me?

  “I get it,” I whisper, meeting his hard gaze.

  “I won’t be fucked with. You don’t ever do that to me again. Do you feel me?”

  I nod. “I feel you.”

  “You’re mine. You can argue that, you can run, you can play games, but the in the end, the result is still the same. I won’t be lettin’ you go anytime soon. Best you fuckin’ learn to live with it. If I didn’t think you wanted this as much as me, I would let you walk away, but you know as well as I do, this goes far deeper than sex.”

  He’s right about that, and I know it. “I hear you,” I whisper, dropping my lips to the spot between his nipples and licking.

  “Stop lickin’ me, baby. It’s makin’ my dick hard again and we don’t have time to fuck anymore.”

  I stare up at him and pout. He grins, flicking my lower lip. “Don’t worry, baby, we’re goin’ to fuck again. It just ain’t gonna be here.”

  “Why not? It was fun.”

  He smirks and then nods towards the door. I spin around to see Spike standing, watching us through a small window. I gasp and press my hands over my chest.

  “What the fuck, Spike!” I shriek.

  “Spike, fuck off,” Cade says in a warning tone.

  Spike grins, and then turns and disappears. I spin to Cade, my mouth open in shock.

  “What the hell? Did you know he was there?”

  “Fuck no, sugar. Not until a minute ago. Didn’t surprise me though.”

  “What? Is he some sort of sicko?”

  Cade grins. “Spike has certain fetishes. He’s got one hell of a sex drive. He don’t mind watchin’ here and there.”

  “And that doesn’t bother you?” I huff, moving away from him and finding my skirt.

  “It would if he was there the whole time, but he wasn’t. He caught the last minute, if that.”

  “Sick bastard,” I snap, dragging my skirt up my hips.

  “We all got our fantasies, sugar. Spike likes the act of sex, and he likes watching it. He also has other fetishes that really don’t need to be discussed.”

  “I’ll never look at him the same again.”

  Cade chuckles and pulls on his shirt. “You get used to it.”

  “Has he watched you before?”

  Cade shrugs. “He’s watched a few times when I’ve fucked a girl. Mostly though, he fucked her with me.”

  My mouth drops open and I stop mid-way through pulling my shirt down. “What?” I gasp.

  He shakes his head and puts a heavily ringed hand up. “Was in the past, sugar. Didn’t do much for me. It was only a few times.”

  “You…you…like threesomes?”

  He walks over, gripping my shoulders. “I had a few. They weren’t all they were cracked up to be. Haven’t had one in a solid five or six years. Don’t stress your pretty little head about it.”

  I nod. I guess I can understand the fascination. Hell, it was me who stood watching Cade and Britney only a month ago. I adjust my clothes, and watch as Cade dresses himself.

  “Hey, Cade?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Spike…”

  “Not now, sugar, I’ll tell you tonight. We gotta swing by the compound first.”

  I guess I’ll leave that one alone.

  For now, anyway.

  ~*CHAPTER 15*~

  PRESENT

  The compound is full when we arrive. As soon as we walk inside, Jackson is up and storming over. Cade puts his hand up, stopping him.

  “I got it. We’re all good. She won’t run off again. Will you, sugar?”

  The tone of his voice tells me I wouldn’t dare try that one again.

  “No,” I whisper. “I won’t.”

  “You have no fuckin’ idea how much you scared me,” Jackson growls.

  “Sorry, Dad.”

  His face drops. Just like that his expression changes from that of anger, to that of pure agony. My words hit him hard, but they hit him in the best possible way. I know how much it means to him, and in a way, it means a lot to me too. I care about Jackson, and I want to grow to love him and be in his life. Perhaps this is how my story is meant to be told. I could run, but I’d be alone. Here, I have people who want to take care of me. Were they what I would have picked for myself? No. Sometimes though, it’s the things you least expect that are the most beautiful.

  “Aw fuck kid, you’re killin’ me.”

  I smile, and he returns it. Warmly. Jackson and I are growing closer and closer by the minute, and I’m loving it.

  “Knew one day I’d get you back. This time though, you’re not goin’ again.”

  I step back to Cade’s side and wrap my arm around his mid-section. “I don’t plan to.”

  Jackson nods, and he still doesn’t look happy about Cade and I. I have no doubt that if Jackson had been involved in my life from an earlier age, that he wouldn’t have given in so easily. He wasn’t in my life though, and I know he’s not willing to risk losing me again. I’m glad he didn’t cause too much of a scene. I don’t want to lose either of them.

  “Well, guess you two should sit down and join this discussion,” he says.

  Cade and I join the other bikers, and I nod at each of them. They all return the nods, giving me and Cade curious expressions.

  “You boys ought to know, Addi is now my Old Lady. You know what that means; you treat her with the upmost fuckin’ respect, and if you don’t, I’ll fuck you up.”

  I give Cade a glare; he knows that I hate the Old Lady thing. It sounds so…well…old. Cade grins at me, utterly proud of his efforts. Rolling my eyes, I turn back to the group and listen as Jackson starts talking, but only after giving Cade a glare.

  “As you know, women do not attend these meetings. Addi, as Cade’s Old Lady, you will have to learn the rules around here. Number one rule, you don’t come on rides unless those rides are for Charity’s or similar. You don’t join in on our weekly church meetings and you don’t get a say so in what we involve ourselves in. As my daughter, you’re automatically under our protection, but considering you’re also Cade’s old lady, that protection increases. You don’t enter the back sheds, those are women free – no argument. The only reason you’re here tonight, is ‘coz we need your information to track this mongrel down. Got me?”

  Well damn, maybe I should ask permission to piss too! I want to give them a smart retort, but I know this is important to them, and if I want their respect, I have to earn it.

  “I understand,” I say.

  Cade squeezes my hand. “Atta girl, sugar.”

  “Don’t think I’m slaving over a hot stove for you, biker.”

  He chuckles and the rest of the guys laugh. “Got ya,” he grins.

  “All right, now that’s outta the way, let’s get to the issue of t
hat pimp,” Jackson announces.

  “We got any idea where to find him?” Cade asks.

  “No,” Jackson says, then he turns to me. “But I imagine you know, Addi?”

  The idea of going back…there…it bothers me. I jerk and Cade squeezes my hand harder.

  “We ain’t gonna let him touch you, sugar. You tell us what you know.”

  I sigh deeply, and then I answer Jackson. “I know where he runs his show, yeah.”

  “You give us an address, and we’ll pay him a visit.”

  I rattle off Jasper’s address and Jackson writes it down.

  “He may not be there,” I say. “After what happened, it’s likely he moved.”

  “It’s a start, baby,” Cade says, before he turns to Jackson. “When do we ride?”

  “First light.”

  “You’re going tomorrow?” I say, shocked.

  “Sooner he’s gone, the better.”

  “Have you thought about asking Spike?” I suggest.

  “Asked him. Spike don’t know where Jasper is. He was contacted through Jasper’s sources.”

  I let out a puff of air and run my fingers through my messy hair. “Well, I can only hope Jasper is where I left him.”

  “Yeah, can only hope so,” Jackson says, then he faces the group. “Next issue, Spike.”

  “Spike’s an issue? I thought he was backing down?” I blurt.

  Jackson raises his brows at me, and I quickly shut my mouth and sink back into the chair.

  “Spike’s back in town, and I am pretty sure Ciara doesn’t know.”

  Who the hell is Ciara? Cade notices my confused expression and mouths ‘I’ll tell you later.’

  “She don’t know. I spoke to her earlier,” Bingo, a younger biker, says.

  “We both know Spike and Ciara don’t see eye to eye. If he’s in town to bother her, we need to make sure his plans change,” Jackson says, his voice deadpan.

  “We’ll get onto it, make sure she’s kept outta his way,” Bingo says.