by Wilder, L.
I dropped my hands to her waist and slowly lowered her sexy little body onto my bed. Impatient for more, her hands quickly dropped to her hips as she slowly lowered her panties, inch by inch, down her long legs. Her eyes never left mine as she kicked them off the bed. She lay there, her naked body sprawled across my bed as she waited for me to come to her. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
“Lincoln, please.”
I was done. I had to have her. I let my eyes drift down her body, and her delicious curves called me as I lowered myself down onto the bed next to her. I watched the goosebumps rise along her skin as I began to trace the slope of her breast with my fingertips. She was perfect, every damn inch of her. I’d waited so long to find her—someone who could make me feel again. My mouth moved to her neck, kissing and nipping gently at her soft skin before traveling to her collarbone and then her breast. I rolled my tongue around her nipple and watched with satisfaction as her back arched off the bed, silently pleading for more. I glided my tongue along her stomach ever so slowly, trailing kisses here and there as I settled myself between her thighs. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me, but baby … you’re about to find out.”
Without waiting for a response, I lowered myself between her legs. I needed to taste her, to see for myself just how turned on she really was. I slid my hands under her ass as I lowered my head between her legs and ran my tongue ever so slightly across her center, teasing her, tormenting her as she squirmed beneath me. Damn. Everything about her had me burning for more. I never dreamed I could want anyone like I wanted her. She gasped and her back arched off the bed as I pressed the flat of my tongue against her clit. I loved seeing her come apart, knowing that I was in complete control as I watched her body respond to my touch. I wanted to make her come undone. I wanted to hear all of her little gasps and whimpers again and again as I pushed her to the edge of her release.
“L-Lincoln,” she stammered as her fingers dove into my hair, guiding me as her knees opened wider. With the sounds of her moans echoing through the room, I placed my hands on her thighs, holding her in place as I continued to lick and suck while easing my fingers deep inside her, searching for the spot that would drive her wild. When I found it, I covered her with my mouth, tormenting her until her body started to tremble beneath me. Her hands dropped to her sides as she clutched the sheets, tugging them tightly as her orgasm surged through her body like a bolt of lightning. As she gasped for air, I could hear her mumbling, “Oh, my God.”
She was still lost in the haze of her release when I stood up and removed my jeans and boxers. I quickly pulled on a condom, then lowered my body on top of her. Eager for more, her thighs spread as she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me close and grinding her hips against mine. I raked my throbbing erection against her, and as soon as I felt the warmth of her center, I whispered, “Do you feel that? That’s what you do to me, Riley.”
“Lincoln,” was the only word she could muster.
I knew right then that I would never get tired of hearing her say my name in that breathy, wanton tone like she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. She pressed her lips to mine in a possessive, demanding kiss as she used her legs to pull me forward, and I felt her tremble beneath me as I slid deep inside her, giving her every aching inch of my cock. Fuck. She was so tight, so warm and wet, engulfing me in splendor. After pausing for several breaths, I started to move, slowly rocking against her. I watched as she started to writhe beneath me, her neck and chest flushed red with desire, and her eyes clenched shut. For the moment, she was lost in all the sensations, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. The mere sight of her called to me, making me want to claim her, and as much as the thought rattled me, it didn’t stop me from wanting to make her mine. I lowered my mouth to hers, kissing her deep and rough before I started to increase my pace. I thrust against her, hard and demanding, and her head fell back with a pleasured moan when I hit that spot that drove her wild. Her hips rolled into mine with the same fevered rhythm as my own. She wasn’t holding back. Instead, she met my every move, letting me know without words exactly what she wanted. Her nails dug into my lower back as she lifted her hips, trying to force me deeper, and when she started to tighten around me, there was no question that she was getting close. I could feel the pressure building, forcing a growl from my chest. Unable to resist, I began to drive deeper, harder, and her head reared back as she cried, “Yes! Lincoln! Don’t stop!”
“That’s it, beautiful.” I couldn’t wait to see her orgasm take hold once again, to hear those little sounds she made over and over. “Come for me.”
Her body grew rigid, and she started gasping for air as her thighs clamped down around my hips. I knew she was close to the edge, unable to stop the inevitable torment of her building orgasm. The muscles in her body grew taut and still as she held her breath for several long moments. Finally, her muscles began to quiver and a rush of air escaped from her lungs. With my impending release quickly approaching, I continued to drive into her with the sounds of my body pounding against hers echoing throughout the room. With one last deep-seated thrust, I buried my cock inside her as my orgasm finally took hold. After several deep breaths, I lowered myself down on her chest. I rested there for just a brief moment, then I rolled onto my back, slid off the condom and tossed it in the basket by my night table. When I pulled her over to me, she rested her head on my shoulder with the palm of her hand on my chest and a satisfied smile on her face. After a few moments of recovery, I was pleased to see that Riley was more than willing to have another go, and then another. In fact, we spent the entire night tangled up together, and would’ve continued on even longer if my burner cell hadn’t started ringing.
I reached down and grabbed my jeans from the floor then pulled my phone out of my back pocket. When I saw that it was Gus calling, I answered, “Hello?”
“Is Riley there with you?”
“She is. Why? Is something wrong?”
“Yeah. You could say that,” he huffed. “Her father just called looking for her.”
“He did? What made him think to call you?”
“Apparently, some guy has been calling her all night and all morning, and when she didn’t answer, he called her father to see if she’d made it home.”
“That’d be, Grady,” I grumbled, catching Riley’s attention.
“Yeah. That’s him,” Gus grumbled. “Seems he told her father that you came in the bar and carried Riley out on your shoulder against her will?”
“Wasn’t exactly against her will.”
“Um-hmm,” he scoffed. “Well, now he thinks you’ve kidnapped his daughter.”
“Damn.”
“You might wanna have her call him and let the guy know she’s all right before he does something stupid,” Gus suggested.
“I’ll have her call him right now and get it sorted.”
As soon as I hung up the phone, Riley turned to me and asked, “What was that about?”
“Your father …. You need to call him and let him know you’re okay.”
“Why? What makes him think I’m not okay?”
“Grady called him looking for you, and after he told him about last night, your dad called Gus looking for you.”
“Damn. Grady and his big mouth,” she complained. “You’re right. I better call him. Do you mind if I use your phone? Mine is downstairs.”
As soon as I handed it to her, she took it and started dialing her father’s number. She bit at her bottom lip as she waited for him to answer. When she heard his voice on the other end of the line, her back stiffened as she said, “Hey, Dad. It’s me.”
“Riley! What the hell is going on?”
“I’m fine, Dad. I’m with …”
Before she could finish her sentence, I heard him bark, “I know who you are with Riley! Grady told me all about you and that Murphy fella.”
“I am, and like I said earlier, I’m fine.”
“No, Riley. You’re not fine!” he roared. “That man is da
ngerous, and you damn well know it.”
“I don’t know that, and honestly, I don’t want to talk about it right now. I was just calling to let you know I was okay,” she snapped back in return.
“Listen to me, Riley. You need to get the hell out of there!”
“Goodbye, Dad. I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
She hung up the phone and tried to act unfazed by the conversation with her father as she handed it back to me. Once I’d laid it down on the side table, she returned to her spot in the crook of my arm and rested her head on my chest. As I ran my fingers through her long dark hair, I whispered, “You okay?”
“I’m more than okay.”
“You sure about that?” I looked down at her as I said, “It didn’t sound like your father was very pleased about you being here with me.”
“No, he wasn’t, but I’ll talk to him when I get home.” There was no hiding the concern in her voice as she asked, “What about you? Are you okay?”
I kissed her on the shoulder and answered, “Honestly, I’m better than I’ve been in a long time.”
A beautiful, bright smile slowly crept over her face as she said, “I’m glad to hear you say that.” She turned to her side so she could face me when she asked, “I’ve been thinking about something.”
“Okay? What have you been thinking?”
“I was just wondering … if your name is Lincoln, why do your brothers call you Murphy?”
“I was wondering when you’d get around to asking that.” I chuckled. “Have you ever heard of Murphy’s Law?”
Her brows furrowed as she asked, “Isn’t that the saying … if anything can go wrong, it will go wrong?”
“Yeah. That’s the one. My brothers picked up on the fact that I like to be prepared. I try to think of the things that can go wrong in any given situation, and I do my best to ensure that those bad things don’t happen. It’s one of the reasons why they made me their sergeant-at-arms.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a position in the club.” I didn’t want to go into great detail, so I told her, “It’s my job to make sure things go the way they’re supposed to.”
She smiled. “I bet that’s not always easy when you’re dealing with grown men.”
“No, it’s not, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.” I leaned down and kissed her on the temple before easing out of bed. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed her a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. I knew they would be too big for her, but at least they were clean. As I offered them to her, I asked, “You hungry?”
“I could go for a cup of coffee, but afterwards, I should probably get going.” She sat up on the bed and started to put on the clothes I’d given her. “I have a big test tomorrow, and I need to help clean out the stables or Hunter will never let me hear the end of it.”
“Okay”—I grabbed some clothes for myself and started to get dressed—“but, I’m gonna have to see you again soon.”
She walked over to me and wrapped her arms around my neck as she replied, “And I’m going to have to see you, too.”
I leaned down and kissed her, long and hard, giving her something to remember before she left. As soon as she’d gathered her things, she followed me downstairs and I made us both some coffee. Before we left the house, I gave her my cell phone number, warning her not to contact Gus unless it was an emergency, then I took her back to her car. My chest tightened as I watched her get out of the truck and walk over to where she was parked. I waited as she unlocked the door and tossed her things in the backseat. Just as she was about to get inside, she stopped and turned back towards me. She looked at me for a moment, then rushed back over to the SUV. When I opened the door, she reached for me, kissing me tenderly before she asked, “Soon, right?”
“Very soon.”
She smiled as she replied, “Good.”
After one last kiss she headed back to her car, and seconds later she was gone. As I pulled out of the parking lot and made my way to the clubhouse, I thought back over the past few weeks and tried to pinpoint the second that everything took a turn. I’d always done everything in my power to guard against Murphy’s Law, thinking if I was prepared for all those things that could go wrong, they wouldn’t happen. I’d even made up a specific set of rules to follow to ensure that I would always be prepared for those things that would go wrong, but when it came to Riley Nichols, I’d failed to remember one of my most important rules—never let your emotions rule you. I just couldn’t help myself. She made me feel things I never thought I could, so I took a chance and put everything on the line. It was a decision that would change everything, triggering more and more of my rules to be broken, and if I wasn’t careful, it would cost me everything—including her.
CHAPTER 12
Riley
On my drive back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about the night I’d shared with Murphy. It was hot, romantic, and everything in between. Murphy was absolutely incredible, more than I could’ve ever dreamed, and when I thought about the way he touched me, my entire body would tingle. I wasn’t exactly surprised. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him that he wasn’t like any man I’d ever known. He was sin wrapped up in one wickedly, sexy package, and I found him positively, mouthwateringly hot. It wasn’t just his good looks that I found so appealing. It was the way he exuded confidence that had me so intrigued. Murphy was one of those take-charge types with complete control of himself and those around him, and I simply couldn’t take my eyes off him. At the time, I had no idea that there was another side to him, one full of kindness and compassion that took his hotness to a whole new level. After spending an incredible night with him, I was floating on cloud nine, but as I got closer to home, those blissful thoughts slowly started to fade.
I wasn’t looking forward to facing my father, especially after the way he found out that I was with Murphy. It wasn’t that I’d intended to keep it a secret from him. I’d just hoped that I’d have the opportunity to talk to him, to explain everything to him in a calm, rational way, but Grady had taken that chance away from me. I couldn’t really blame him. When I finally returned his call, it was clear that I’d worried him, especially after the way Murphy carried me out of the bar. He had a million questions, but I put him off, telling him it was a conversation we needed to have in person. I promised to go see him soon so we could talk about everything, and thankfully, he agreed to wait. For the time being, I needed to focus my thoughts on what I was going to say to my father. When I started down my driveway, a feeling of dread washed over me which only got worse when I saw that he was waiting for me on the front steps. I took a deep breath and did my best to collect my thoughts as I parked the car. As soon as I got out, he started walking towards me with an angry scowl. “Do you have any idea how worried I’ve been?”
“I told you I was fine. Besides, there was no reason for you to be worried.”
“No reason to worry? Are you kidding me?” he shouted. “Do you have any idea who this man is? What he’s capable of?”
“I know him better than you might think.”
“I sincerely doubt that, otherwise you wouldn’t have been with him last night.” He shook his head and sighed. “That club he belongs to … Satan’s Fury … they’re not just a group of guys who ride motorcycles together. They’re criminals, Riley. Those men aren’t just buying weapons, they use them to kill anyone who tries to stand in their way, and your new boyfriend, Murphy, he’s not only a member, he’s one of their officers.”
“You’re the man who sold them the guns!” I glared at him as I said, “Oh, that’s right. You had a good reason for doing what you did. That excuses everything.”
“Is this what this is all about? Is this your way of punishing me for—”
“I’m not punishing you, Dad. Me seeing Murphy has nothing to do with you.” I reached into the backseat and grabbed my bag. As I slammed the door shut, I looked at him and said, “You taught me that it’s not right to judge anyone, especially when you don�
��t know anything about them, and yet here you are doing exactly that. I expected more from you.”
“I just don’t want you throwing your life away because that’s exactly what you’ll be doing if you continue seeing him!” He was about to continue when his attention was drawn over to a black BMW that was barreling down our gravel driveway. A distressed look crossed his face as he ordered, “Get inside and lock the door.”
“Who is that?”
I could hear the panic in his voice as he shouted, “Do what I said, Riley! Now!”
I’d never seen him quite so rattled, so I did what he said and rushed inside, quickly locking the door behind me. Knowing something was terribly wrong, I stood by the window and watched as the car came to a screeching halt. I held my breath as a man got out and started to approach my father. It didn’t take me long to recognize him. As soon as I saw his face, I remembered seeing him that day I was hiding in the treehouse. He’d come to purchase weapons from Dad, but unlike today, his visit hadn’t taken Dad by surprise. On that day, he didn’t seem nervous or threatened by Devon, but that clearly wasn’t the case today. While he was doing his best to hide it, I could tell Dad was feeling uneasy about the situation. His tone was short as Dad looked up at the man and said, “Hello, Devon. I didn’t know you were coming by.”
“You haven’t been answering my calls.”
“I’ve already told you. I sold the shipment you were interested in, so there’s nothing left for us to discuss. Our business is done.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. We aren’t even close to being done.” The man took a menacing step towards my father as he growled, “Those weapons were ours, and you sold them right out from under our feet.”
“That’s not how it played out, and you know it. You and your boss had your chance to buy, but you didn’t move fast enough.” Even though I was completely terrified by the menacing expression on Devon’s face, my father seemed unfazed and his voice never faltered as he continued, “That’s on you. Not me.”