His Hard Mountain Wood

His Hard Mountain Wood Page 8

by Madison Faye

  “C’mon you stubborn asshole,” Axe growled, shoving me towards the office. “Vlad’s got some shit he says we need to see.”

  The four other men stood and turned as Axe and I stepped into the office.

  “Thanks for coming,” I muttered, looking around at them. “Really, thank you.”

  “You live here, you’re family, Ryker,” Braun growled. “Our mountain, our family. And we fucking protect what’s ours.”

  Vlad, Austin, and Dallas nodded grimly.

  “Come,” Vlad jerked his head towards his laptop, open on the desk. I moved towards him, the others crowding around.

  “So...” The Russian clicked something on his screen. “This is the footage from the security camera on the garage from the other night. The one from out back looking at the dumpster was useless. The fucker clipped that feed before he even approached the dumpster. So this is from another angle, as he drove off.”

  Vlad clicked something on the screen, letting a video clip play. A motorcycle came tearing around the corner from behind the garage, and he froze it.

  “This is the clearest I can make it,” he muttered.

  I peered at the screen, trying to figure out what I was seeing. But all I could make out was some guy on a bike driving away.

  “Nothing else, huh?”

  The Russian shook his head. “Sorry, Ryker. But, this is from the security camera you’ve got on your front porch. You can see the fuckers on this one as they drive away.”

  I frowned. “They?”

  Vlad’s jaw tightened. “Just watch.”

  The video played. On it, a guy was running from my front lawn to a bike parked on the street. He jumped onto it, gunning the engine and screeching away just as another guy came tearing around the corner — maybe a backup shooter or something. The two of them started to take off down the road.

  “Okay, right…”

  Vlad paused the video and started clicking away at something. The frozen still cleared, and then cleared again, crisping up into an image you could actually look at it.

  “Right here.”

  Vlad slid his chair back, and I squinted as I leaned in to look at the screen.

  Holy. Fuck.

  “No. Fucking. Way,” Axe hissed from over my shoulder as the two faces of the men became clear on the screen.

  Vlad frowned. “You know these men?”

  Axe just shook his head, but slowly, I found my words.

  “I know that one,” I hissed, jabbing at the first guy. “But he’s fucking dead.”

  Or at least, he was supposed to be. But right there on the screen, roaring away from my house after filling it with bullets, was a man I knew was dead.

  “That’s fucking Jesse Hoyte,” Axe rasped breathlessly, jabbing a finger at the face of the man we both knew from our past.

  “Who the fuck is that?” Braun spat from behind us.

  “He’s—” I shook my head. “He was a member of the Savage Riders.”

  “Those were the guys who…” Braun cleared his throat, looking away. “Fuck. Sorry, guys.”

  “No, say it,” Axe hissed, the fury on his face. “The rival MC who murdered our whole club,” he spat. “But the Savage Riders are all dead now.”

  “Not fucking all of them,” my voice choked in my throat. “Looks like there’s one cockroach still crawling around.”

  “What about him?” Dallas stepped forward, scowling as he nodded at the second biker. “Another Savage Rider?”

  I shook my head. “No. I can’t quite make it out, but the patch on his jacket is different from Jesse’s. See? Jesse’s got the snake coiled around the buffalo skull. That’s the Savage Riders’ patch. But this other guy’s…” I scowled, peering at the blurred image. “Can you make this clearer?”

  Vlad shook his head. “Afraid not.”

  I swore.

  “Hold up.” Austin, Dallas’s twin gestured at the screen with his squared jaw. “Which direction did they drive off in?”

  I furrowed my brow at him before suddenly, I got what where he was going and whirled back to Vlad.

  “Check the security cams from the shop from earlier tonight. If they came down from my house—”

  “They passed by the fucking garage,” Axe finished, his face a mask of rage.

  Vlad started hacking at his keyboard. “One second. Okay, riiigght…”

  On the screen, the headlights from two motorcycles came roaring into view from the direction of my house.

  “Riiiight here.”

  Vlad froze the image.

  …My whole chest froze.

  There was a ringing in my ears, a feeling like the floor was dropping out from under me. I snarled, my hand tightening on the back of the office chair until I thought I might break the thing in half.

  “Ryk—”

  “I see it,” I hissed, shaking my head. I saw it, but I didn’t fucking want to.

  “It’s not possible,” Axe whispered hoarsely. “He— he’s dead.”

  “So was I,” I said quietly. “So were you, or so I thought.”

  Braun’s brow wrinkled as his eyes darted between us. “Guys, who the fuck is this guy?”

  “His name is Stone.”

  Braun frowned. “Who the hell is—”

  “He was the Sergeant at Arms for the Lost Devils.”

  The room went silent.

  “He was one of our best friends,” Axe said quietly. “And he’s dead.”

  “Or not,” I growled. “Because it seems to me, Stone is very fucking much alive. And very much helping a Savage Rider try and murder my family.”

  I turned towards the rest of the men in the room, my eyes blazing with fire, and every single cell in my body and synapse in my brain firing on full auto.

  “And now, I’m going to find him, and send him straight to hell.”

  12

  Ryker

  Later, I went up to Vlad’s place in my truck and got Kyrie and Addison. We drove back down the mountain slowly, Addison slumped next to me on the bench seat with her head on my shoulder. Kyrie slept next to her, her head in Addison’s lap.

  Damn, that felt right.

  The damage to my place was all to the front, and since all the bedrooms were in the back, going home was the right move. Vlad had tried to insist that we stay at his place, but I knew what was best was normalcy for Kyrie. Or, at least as much normalcy as I could give her. And waking up in her own bed, in her own house was what she needed.

  Just the same, Vlad insisted on guarding my place with a sniper rifle from up in the tree-line. Austin and Dallas did too, actually. I tried to tell them thanks but no, but the three of them wouldn’t back down.

  “Our mountain, our people,” Dallas growled, chambering a round into the rifle before he slung it over his shoulder. “Sleep in your own house with your family, man, but we’re making sure nothing goes down no matter what you say.”

  I wasn’t going to argue with convictions like that.

  I glanced at the woman asleep on my shoulder, with my daughter curled against her. Fuck, she was so good with Kyrie, and my little girl was nuts about her too. Something welled up inside of me as I looked at them on that quiet drive back down through the woods — a feeling I’m not sure I’d ever felt before.

  I felt whole. I felt like a piece of me that’d been gone for, well, forever, had found its way back.

  “She’s out.”

  Addison smiled up at me in the dimness of the upstairs hallway as she pulled Kyrie’s door shut. I’d carried her up, but Addison had been the one to soothe her back to sleep.

  “You’re really good with her, you know.”

  She smiled. “She’s easy to be around.”

  “Nah, it’s more than that,” I said quietly. My hands found her waist, pulling her into me. “You get her. I mean, you understand how she thinks.”

  “She thinks like her dad.”

  I grinned. “Well shit. Watch out, world.”

  Addison smiled, biting her lip as her arms s

lid around my waist. “I mean she’s smart like you, and she sees the world and the whole picture like you do.”

  “Well, she likes you, that helps.”

  She grinned. “I like her too.”

  She swallowed, her tongue darting out across her lips. Her mouth opened and then closed again, like she was thinking about something. But slowly, she opened her mouth again, her eyes locked on mine.

  “I like her dad a lot too, you know,” she whispered.

  Fuck, this girl was incredible. And I wanted her to stay. I wanted her to stay tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that. Hell, I never wanted her to leave. Not ever. I wanted her with me always, as mine. Nothing hidden, no tiptoeing around. I wanted her as mine and as part of my family, because in my heart, she already was.

  I realized I hadn’t said anything to her whispered words as I watched her eyes drop, her voice stammer.

  “I— sorry. I should go back to the apartm—”

  “You should stay right here.”

  My hands tightened on her, my arms pulling her tight into me as I leaned down, letting my lips brush hers.

  “You should always stay right here, with me, Addison,” I groaned. “Because I like you a lot too.”

  I shook my head. “No, fuck that. I’m fucking crazy about you.”

  I let my lips sear to hers, feeling my pulse roar as I felt her whimper into the kiss. Her arms tightened around my waist, her body pulling tight to mine as I kissed her there in the dim hallway. I spun us, pushing her against the wall and claiming that mouth again as I groaned into her. One of her legs slid up and around my hip, her thighs pulling me against her as she moaned into my lips.

  I groaned, my hands sliding down and cupping her firm ass as I pulled her up into me. She gasped, her legs going around my waist and her arms around my neck as I kissed her again and strode towards my bedroom. I kicked the door shut behind me, and suddenly, it was like I couldn’t hold back anymore. We stumbled across the room, tearing at each other’s shirts as we went crashing onto the bed.

  Addison whimpered, spreading her legs for me as I groaned into her. Her fingers teased over my skin, pulling my shirt away and throwing it across the room. I did the same to hers, lowering my mouth to her breasts and sucking and teasing those little nipples into aching pebbles. Her breath caught, her back arching off the bed into my mouth as she moaned in pleasure.

  My hands slid down to her jeans, popping the button and tugging them down along with her panties. She raised her legs for me, letting me pull them off her long legs before I groaned and moved back between them. I spread her thighs, slipping her knees over my shoulders as I moved lower, hungry for her.

  “Oh fuck, Ryker…”

  She moaned, covering her mouth with her arm as my mouth covered her tempting little cunt. I growled, my tongue pushing deep between her folds, swirling at her entrance before sliding inside. She groaned, rolling her hips into me as I started to fuck her pussy with my tongue, driving the tip as deep as I could. My hands slid down to cup her peach of an ass, my fingers digging into her skin as I devoured her cunt like it was my last meal on earth.

  Addison writhed under me, moaning and letting her fingers slide through my hair as I teased her. My tongue dragged up to her clit, swirling over the hard little bud and making her squeal in pleasure. My hands held her firmly, and when I let one thumb tease its way between the soft globes of her ass, she started to moan even louder.

  I dipped my mouth down, letting my tongue swipe across her tight little asshole. I swirled it around, soft little whimpers falling from her lips as I slowly opened her with my tongue.

  Not that night, but soon, I’d have every part of her. I’d show her ways I could make her come that she’d never even dreamed of.

  My mouth slid back to her pussy, teasing her clit as my thumb moved in to linger at her asshole. Addison gasped in pleasure as I started to tease around her little hole, my thumb moving in slow, deliberate circles as my tongue mimicked the same motions on her clit. Slowly, I added pressure, letting the wetness from my tongue help as my thumb slowly began to slide inside.

  “Oh God…” Addison cried out, her hands tightening in my hair as she rolled her hips into me. “That’s… that’s…”

  “Tell me, sweetheart,” I growled into her. “Tell me how that feels.”

  “So fucking good!” she whimpered hoarsely. “So dirty and so good.”

  “Lay back, baby girl,” I groaned, dragging my tongue over her sweet little peach. “Lay back and let me make you come like you’ve never even imagined.”

  My lips fastened around her clit, and my tongue began to move in agonizingly slow circles around the little nub. Slowly, gently, I eased my thumb in and out of her ass, feeling her grip me so tight as she moaned deeply. My other hand slid up, and when I eased two fingers into her slippery, eager, velvety little pussy, Addison started to go wild.

  I curled them up, stroking her g-spot right inside there as my tongue began to move faster, and harder. Her breaths panted like whispered promises in my ears, her soft, supple body writhing under my mouth and my hands as the pleasure melted through her. Her hands gripped my hair so tightly as she moaned faster and faster, her sweet little whimpers of pleasure driving me wild and making my cock throb against my jeans.

  “I know you want to come like a bad little girl for me, Addison,” I growled into her. “I know you’re dying to feel this little pussy come with my fingers teasing your naughty little ass and my tongue on your clit. Let go, and fucking come for me. Be mine, and make that little pussy come for me.”

  I moved my hands faster, and deeper, playing her body like a puppet as my tongue swirled around and around her clit, until she was bucking her hips against me and gasping as the moans filled the room.

  “Ryk— oh God—”

  She came like a rocket, her whole body exploding under me as the orgasm erupted through her. I could feel her tight little ass clamping down like a velvety hot vice on my thumb, and when her sweet girl cum leaked all over my fingers and my chin, I groaned, hungrily licking her sweet juices up.

  Addison collapsed onto the bed as I sat up, kicking my jeans and boxers away before moving back between her legs.

  “Yes,” she moaned as I eased my pulsing cock against her. I grunted, thrusting and letting my swollen head part her folds, slipping up and over her clit. I slowly pumped my hips, fucking her without actually fucking her, rubbing her clit with the underside of my fat cock as my sticky precum leaked all over her.

  The room was dark except for the nightlight in the attached bathroom, and even in that dim glow, I could see my sticky seed marking her, glistening on her skin and dripping over her pussy. I nudged my cock lower, letting the head ease against her opening and holding myself there as my eyes dragged up to hers.

  Fuck, I couldn’t not say it anymore.

  “Addison—”

  “I love you,” she whispered, her eyes wide, her cheeks blooming with heat.

  I grinned. Well, shit if she hadn’t just stolen the words out of my damn mouth.

  “I love you too,” I groaned, lowering my lips to hers and kissing her fiercely. “Fuck do I love you too.”

  She moaned, her legs wrapping around my muscled hips, pulling me in as she kissed me deeply. I groaned, her silken, slick little cunt drawing me inside, swallowing the head of my cock onto her heavenly heat. I grunted, pushing my hips and burying another few inches inside of her as she cried out in pleasure. Addison threw her head back, panting, and as I drove in the rest of the way, I watched her mouth fall open.

  “Just like that,” she gasped, clinging to my neck. “Oh fuck, just like that.”

  I ground against her, letting her feel every thick inch of me deep inside before I pulled back until just the swollen head was inside, leaking precum all over her. I drove back inside, burying every inch between her legs as my balls slapped against her ass. I pulled back again, both of us groaning in pleasure as I slid back inside, filling her to the brim.