by E. C. Land
Crap.
I should have told him to pull out or had him put a condom on before we started this.
I wasn’t on birth control. No need for it when you’re not having sex.
“Umm, Owen.” I murmur, cautiously when he lifts his mouth from mine.
“Yeah baby,” he says just as softly placing kisses against my jaw.
“I’m not on birth control and we didn’t use a condom.” At my words Ryder tenses and he lifts his head to meet my gaze.
“If we created a baby then we created one and ’it’ll be the most loved kid same as its brothers, Marcus and Micah. Told you, Brielle, you’re mine and I’m not going to be giving you up. As of now, you’re officially mine. I’ve claimed you but now you’re my ol’ lady, and those boys I’m making them my boys. Hopefully, legally,” Ryder declares a grin sliding into place causing his eyes to crinkle at the sides.
Again, have I said it yet.
Oh.
My.
Freaking.
God.
Chapter Ten
Ryder
Over the past three weeks, I’d come to learn a bit, I didn’t expect to learn about Brielle. One being she was not only shy and scared around people. She was extremely smart. Second, I found out how she made a living. I was surprised as hell when she told me. Then again so was Nora and Ela. They’d been excited to find out that Brielle was one of their favorite authors. Another thing I thought was pretty fuckin’ amazing, my woman when she lets her guard down, has a wicked but goofy sense of humor.
After the first week, Whip, Venom, and Cane went back home when some shit came up and they needed to go deal with it. Doesn’t mean Whip left without making sure his sister was taken care of and demanding regular reports on the situation with Titus and Brielle.
“Didn’t lose her for ten years to lose her again,” he’d grumbled as he climbed on his bike to leave.
“You have my word, Whip. I’m gonna take care of her and the boys,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Yeah and you break that promise, that gator of yours will be chewing up your intestines rather than your enemies.” With this I’d chuckled. Evidently, he’d heard what I did to those who fucked with my club and family. “Seriously though, Ryder, don’t let her run away. Know she was trying to protect everyone, but she needs to leave that to everyone else. Brielle seems to think she’s below everyone else. Might not have been around my sister and she hid everything from me. If I hadn’t been fucked up in the head or deployed half the time, I could see the bullshit happenin’ so what happened to her is on me. Should have protected her. Taken her with me when I left for bootcamp. Put her somewhere away from what we had at home.”
“Can’t blame yourself, brother. Look forward not back, she’s here, and I’m not going to let anything touch her ever again. Let Titus come at her. He’ll learn quick not to fuck with me. Been looking for a way to get my hands on him and his uncles for a long fuckin’ time. This is just the topping on the cake that will make sure it happens.” And I meant every last word.
Growing up my sisters weren’t nearly as bad as when they got older. When Tyres and Brakes mom, Irène, met Louis, her and my other sister, Arlene started acting differently. Then when Irène ended up pregnant with my nephews, she became even worse. Arlene was right there with her in both departments. Granted she refused to fess up to who Breaker’s dad is, I have my suspicions.
Breaker, Tyres, and Brake all look too similar t0o be only cousins. I’m betting it’s either Louis or Henry Pelletier but Arlene being the evil bitch she became, refused to tell anyone who the father was. Shit she’d nearly thrown Breaker into the bayou two days after he was born, if it wasn’t for my brother talking her out of it. He’d done his best, until the day he was killed, in taking care of our nephews but in the end both those vindictive bitches did their damage.
Whatever happened to them to cause them to change so drastically, had something to do with those fuckheads and I intend to reap hell on them, if need be. For years those men have stayed away, especially after I shot Louis in the shoulder for putting his hands on Tyres when he was a boy.
Now their family is fuckin’ with mine again. This time possibly unknowingly, but all the same. I refuse to allow them to do anything else to my family.
“You okay, Ryder?” Fury asks as he sits on a stool next to me at the bar in the main room of the clubhouse. From the time we were kids he was my best friend, still is. Him, my brother, Reno, and I grew up together. Our dads having been buddies from their time at war and decided to live near each other. Then when Reno, Fury and I were in our late teens we’d decided to start the Inferno’s Clutch MC. Granted I did go into the military, I was still a member of the club letting my brother and Fury run it with a few of our other trusted brothers. Out of everyone, Fury and I are the only Founding Member’s left due to a war that Delancy started over the fact my brother married his wife. A woman he’d wanted for his own.
Then the sick fucker went and married a woman half his age that continued the war because she couldn’t have the man she wanted, Chains.
Way I see it this world can be one fucked up place if it wants to be.
“Yeah, brother, I’m good. What’s up?” I nod, turning to face him.
“Nothing much, Ela wants to go see Raven and the baby soon,” he grunts, waving a hand up to the prospect working behind the bar.
Over the last three weeks the other thing to happen was Tiny finally stopped working behind the bar due to the doctor telling her to rest more. Meaning Chains pretty much has her either laying or sitting on the bed. Sometimes she was stretched out on the couch in his office, the main room, and a couple times I found her ass planted in a swing Chains ordered for her. Regardless, she was wherever my nephew was unless he was attending to business. Those were the times she was to stay in bed.
“What, not liking the fact Raven’s got a kid?” I chuckle. Fury is one protective father of his kids, his daughter more so than Pitch Black. Granted Pit doesn’t need protecting. Never has. The boy was a brute growing up and turned into one hell of an enforcer. Raven on the other hand, had skills that he helped work on and she along with my niece, Victoria became what he called the Silence of Darkness assassins. The two of those girls could do just about anything without being detected. Now both of them have put that all behind them and have retired to be with their ol’ men.
“Don’t got a problem with her being a mom. In fact, it works for her. What I don’t like is the feeling I get that shit with the biological momma ain’t over with,” Fury grumbles. “Plus, she’s got the other one on the way and I’m not wanting anything to happen to any of them.”
“I get it, brother,” I mutter, lifting my beer to my mouth. I truly did know what he meant.
The thought of something happening to not only one of my nephews or my niece but now Brielle and the boys, gives me nightmares. It’s bad enough they’ve all been through hell one way or another but fuck they don’t need any more bullshit in their lives.
“Happy for you, Ryder. Thought you’d never find it, but you finally did. Ela loves Brielle and those boys of hers,” Fury states.
“Good to know.” Smirking, I cast my eyes in his direction to find him looking straight ahead.
“You know Ela and the way she is. The gift she has, she’s seen a lot of shit and a lot of it scary as fuck but always speaks in riddles when warning those around her. Told me to tell you, to not let your guard down and watch for the shadows. The night is not done and expect it to come sooner rather than later. Only you can keep them safe from the dangers ahead. The gator will meet the snake, but it will take more than strength to end this one.” Fuckin’ Ela and her word play shit.
But I get it.
Over the past several weeks nothing had been reported about seeing Titus. He’s the snake she’s talking about that will pop out in the shadows.
Time to round up Bart and make sure he’s ready.
If Ela’s seen this shit, it
means death match ahead of me. This one won’t be easy, and I’ll have to do everything in my power to keep the Péché Mortel at bay as I take out this fucker. Hopefully the others as well bringing an end to their reign.
Nodding, I finish my beer and put the empty glass bottle on the bar top. “T’inquiète pas. I’ll make sure Brielle and the boys aren’t caught in this as I handle Titus. This is on me and it’s time to put an end to the bullshit. Marcus, Micah and her all deserve to finally breathe easy.”
And they did.
“Know she says it’s only you who can keep them safe, but I’ve got your back regardless,” Fury declares, bringing his gaze to mine.
“Then let’s prepare,” I seethe, wanting this over with.
Grinning, Fury finishes his own beer and stands up from his stool. “Let’s get to it,” he chuckles.
Smirking, I shake my head and the two of us went to Chains’ office to begin.
Chapter Eleven
Brielle
Over the past month, it’s been like a whirl wind. The first three weeks Ryder was absolutely amazing to me and the boys; however, this past week he’s been distant.
It’s as if he’s lost interest in wanting to be with me like he kept saying.
Ryder went from sweet caresses to barely looking at me. I should at least be thankful he’s not slinging hateful words at me in front of Marcus and Micah. Honestly, he spends time with the boys more than me. I shouldn’t complain, if it weren’t for the feeling of us reverting back to him ignoring me but giving them attention.
After that day when we first had sex together, Ryder made sure to touch me frequently and took me just as much. That night Marcus and Micah stayed in their uncles’ room with him in order for us to have the night to explore each other’s bodies. It was beautiful, I’d been brazen and kissed, lapped at every inch of Ryder’s as I became acquainted with him. He’d done the same to me in return. Ryder even set the boys up in a room next to his to give us some privacy and continue to have our fun every night.
Unfortunately, this week, he hasn’t even attempted to touch me. Let alone sleep with me.
This morning I’d come to the conclusion he was done and as heartbreaking as it was, I accepted this. Packing my stuff that had accumulated in his room, I move it to my boys’ room. Soon as I could get away from the clubhouse, I’d pack Marcus and Micah up and the three of us would go. Sucks though because they’d really grown attached to not only Ryder but all the guys here. Especially, Tyres and Brake.
Now sitting in my boys’ room, laptop open and my eyes focused on the screen as Marcus and Micah play some game on the TV that Brake had hooked up for them when the door opens. My gaze flies in that direction to see Ryder standing there looking mad. Fire seems to be filling his eyes as he stares at me.
Ryder doesn’t say anything as he comes in the room, pulls my laptop from me tossing it to the end of the bed, bends and lifts me up over his shoulder. “Boys, need to talk to you maman,” he finally speaks and when he does his voice is thunderous.
“Okay,” Marcus and Micah say without looking up from the game they were playing.
“Ryder put me down,” I snap, slapping my hands against his back.
“Shut it,” he orders, as his hand connects with my butt with a whack.
Oh.
God.
He did not just smack my butt.
“Ryder, I said put me down,” I yell, kickin my knees as best I can with his arm locked around them.
“Woman, if you don’t keep your mouth shut right now, I’ll do more than slap your ass,” he threatens with a growl. I refuse to admit that the gravelly tone in his voice goes straight between my legs, making me wish he were touching me there. Better yet, that his dick were inside me filling me.
Stop, get those thoughts out of your head right now. He pretty much made it clear he didn’t want you anymore. I accepted it this morning, my body just needs to get with the program.
Ryder doesn’t stop walking until he gets to his room, once through the door he slams it shut and locks it before storming across the room. I find myself thrown through the air landing on the bed.
Why does it seem like every time he’s going to say something, I’m tossed in the middle of the bed?
This time though is different, he doesn’t join me.
“What the fuck, Brielle?” he roars as he stands next to the bed.
“What?” I shoot back at him.
“Explain to me why I come into the room to not only not find you in here, which is fine, cause I figured you’d be with the boys. But I come in here to find all your fuckin’ shit missing and it’s all in the boys’ room.”
Oh boy.
Ryder isn’t just ticked.
He’s far beyond pissed the hell off.
Yep.
Proceed with caution signs seem to want to flash before my eyes right now.
“Umm,” I mutter.
“Best start talking baby before I lose my shit even more,” Ryder demands, this time looming over me.
That’s it. Something about him glaring at me when I’ve done nothing wrong triggers something inside me and I shoot up to stand on the bed so I have no choice but to look down at him.
“Why should I explain anything to you, you big jerk? For weeks you were happy and had no problem touching me let alone have sex with me. Then all of a sudden, it’s as if poof I’m done. I don’t think so mister. I’m not playing this game. Done it before and got burned. I’m not about to do it again. So, my ass is staying in another room away from you. Then when I get one of them out there to take me to my house or to bring my car here, Marcus, Micah and I are out of here.” I should have probably stopped right there when I saw his eyes shift and the air in the room became stifling, but I didn’t.
“I’m not going to allow my boys to get attached to men they admire, especially, one giant ape when that said jerk doesn’t want to be around us. Sure, you spend time with the boys, lately, but nothing like you were. As for me, shh, yeah doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know when I’m not wanted anymore. Hell, even those skanky women you all call strays even noticed this past week and were talking about which one was going to jump your dick first.”
Okay so I should have definitely stopped talking, but I don’t I continue my rant.
“And you know what if that’s the type of woman you want then fucking go for it. I’m done. I’ll be with my boys and stay out of the way. Soon as I can, I’ll be gone. In fact, I think I’ll call my brother ask him if Marcus, Micah and I can come stay with him for a whi . . .” I don’t get to finish my rant due to Ryder tackling me to the bed and straddling me.
“Don’t even try that shit with me baby. You got a problem with me then you fuckin’ say it to me. You don’t fuckin’ pack you’re shit and leave our room. You want my dick not stopping you from taken it when I’m in this bed with you. Got shit I’m dealing with and got busy. Doesn’t mean I don’t want you or that I’m trying to ignore you,” Ryder growls, gripping the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up over my head.
He continues talking as his hands move to my jeans, popping the button loose and sliding the zipper down. “Told you already, you’re mine and I’m not givin’ up on you. Meaning I’m not about to let you walk out and leave me, this club and go to your fuckin’ brothers. That shit ain’t gonna fly. You’re a part of this family and that’s the way it’s going to stay. Now since it seems you think I’m neglecting you then it’s time I fuck you. After we’ll talk some more and I’ll explain something else to you.”
By the time he finishes, Ryder has my jeans off and his open. Pulling his shaft out he wraps his fingers around himself and gives himself a couple strokes. “Gonna fuck you hard, mon bijou. You better brace,” he grunts, cutting through my thoughts as I watched him rubbing his hands across himself.
God the thought of watching him take care of himself would be freaking hot to experience.
Feeling Ryder line his dick with my entrance, I brace like he said. With
one thrust he fills me to the hilt, but he doesn’t stop. No instead, he flips us so that I’m on top, his hands gripping tightly at my waist. Guiding my movements as he pumps up into my core taking me hard.
The orgasm that filters throughout my body has me not only screaming his name but has me shaking violently as it takes me over. Ryder follows me over with a roar of my own name as he stills within me. His hands still holding tight as I collapse on top of him, panting to catch my breath.
“Fuck baby. That was brilliant. But two things gonna point out now,” Ryder mutters huskily. “One, told you from now on, I’m not Ryder to you. Second, when you’re riled you curse and it’s fuckin’ hotter than hell hearing the words spill from your lips. Almost as hot as when I have you tellin’ me to fuck you.”
Umm.
I hadn’t even realized I’d said any curse words. Then again, he flipped something inside me and I didn’t have any control over what came out of my mouth.
“Love you, Brielle. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, but I need to keep my head in the game for what’s coming our way.”
“What’s that?” I blurt out the question.
“Club business, baby. But just so you know nothing will ever come at you or the boys ever again. You three are safe, and after tomorrow night we can move home.” he grumbles.
Umm, okay.
“Can you explain please how Marcus, Micah and I are safe? And what do you mean home? We live in two different houses,” I say.
“Considering the shit that happened at the house you stayed at and the fact I know the company you rented from is owned by the club we got you out of the lease. All of yours and the boys’ stuff is already at my house. As for explain the rest, nope just trust me when I say you’re safe,” he states firmly as he runs a hand through my hair tenderly.
Can I trust he’s right?
God, I hope so because I love him to.
“I love you, too, Owen, and I’ll trust you,” I say, blurting my thoughts out to him, causing him to grin.