I heard him clear his throat and I turned angrily. “I said I was fine…”
“You sure are,” the man who’d taken over my every thought suddenly grabbed me around the waist and tugged me into his broad chest. His lips found mine in a searing kiss, one that held such burning heat it took my breath away. I gasped against his mouth and he slid his tongue between my lips, searching for my own.
He cupped my head, tilting it to deepen the kiss. But it wasn’t a kiss, it wasn’t gentle, it was rough and hard and full of everything I didn’t know I wanted. I breathed him in as I clung to his jacket. He smelled of worn leather and tasted of old country whiskey. His flavor penetrated my senses, and there was no turning back now. This man was going to be deeply engrained in my body.
His hands wrapped around me like two steel bars, holding me trapped against his barreling frame. Even if I could run away, I didn’t want to. Instead I let him lift me, whimpering as he gripped my ass and slammed me up against the car door. His growing bulge rubbed against me, in this raw frenzied need that we both felt. He was raw and hard, eager for me, and he didn’t hide it. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me against him. Through the material of my denim shorts I felt myself grow wet. His cock felt large and full as he rubbed me up and down on it. I was going to cum and he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Here I was, at the age of twenty-three, and I was dry humping a strange man in the middle of a salvage yard as if I were a horny teenager. What the fuck was going on here, and why the fuck did I want it so badly. I whimpered as he pulled away from my mouth. I missed him instantly, but his tongue continued to rove along the curves of my breasts, his hands squeezing my ass while I desperately moved my hips against him.
He groaned and unexpectedly I felt him pulling away. I was just reaching that sweet edge and he was about to leave me hanging. Sliding me down off him, he leaned against the truck, both hands pressed on the roof as his head hung down. I stared at him, he was so fucking handsome. His dark locks fell over his forehead, his dark eyes clenched tight as his breaths came in sharp ragged puffs of air. His jaw clamped tight while he tried to gain control. Meanwhile, I was in complete turmoil. This man had come out here, taken what he wanted, and was now leaving me needy.
When he opened his eyes, I glared back at him. Reaching back, I gave him a nice sound smack. He flinched, rubbing his cheek, and when he looked back at me, I knew. I was lost to this man. Grabbing me, I found myself once again slammed up against the truck, my legs wrapped around him as he kissed me. His hands were everywhere, and all I could do was moan like a needy slut as he took his greed off on me. The kiss was hard, meant to punish me for slapping him, but it only made me want him more.
After a few long moments of hard pushing and pulling, hips rocking in a dirty back and forth, and breaths heavily signaling our lust, he slowed the kiss. Softening his lips, he molded me to his mouth. As much as I enjoyed his wild kisses, this was even more intense. Tender in its greediness. It was perfect.
Slowly, he pulled away. Pressing his forehead to mine, he waited until our breaths calmed. “Fuck,” he breathed, and I hummed in response.
“You came back,” I whispered, caressing the strands of his hair.
“Told you I always paid my debts.”
“Is that what this is?”
He raised his head, his eyes meeting mine. “I don’t know what the fuck this is, but it sure feels good, sweetheart. You feel good, right here, in my arms.”
It did feel good. Like I belonged right here, against his heart. I slowly rubbed that spot on his chest, until he placed his hand over mine.
“You alright, sweetheart?”
I closed my eyes, breathing him in deep. I wasn’t sure why, but this melancholic sadness swept through me. This wasn’t going to be easy for us, I knew that. But we couldn’t deny that something lingered between us, something hot and intense, something we couldn’t ignore.
“You are truly trouble.”
“I have to go,” he whispered huskily. “But I’ll be back soon.”
I looked up at him, hoping he’d come through. There was this huge hope that he wanted me just as much as I did him. That he’d come back as soon as he’d promised.
He stroked my cheek and smiled. “Don’t look so sad. What I say isn’t meaningless. When I tell you something, I keep my word. And there’s nothin’ that’s keeping me away from you, sweetheart.”
He winked at me and with another kiss, he left. Emptiness took his place and I yearned to have him back. How long would it be this time? Three weeks? Three days? I hated the wait, I was impatient as it was. But I needed to stay calm, make sure I didn’t show just how needy I was for him. Keep him wondering. If that was even possible.
CHAPTER THREE
RYDER
I stopped the bike across the street from her house. She lived in a two-story townhome in the outskirts of the city. Problem was, so did her father. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I felt like a fucking teenager in my thirty years, sneaking in to see a girl. If the Hammer caught me, I was dead.
I left the bike hidden in the shadows and slowly made my way up the side of the brick building. Making my way around the corner and towards the back, I spotted a way in. Taking a few steps back I noticed her window. Sheer white curtains blew out as the wind picked up. I knew it was hers because no fucking man would put up curtains that pretty. I made my way up the stairs of the back porch and leapt up, hanging off the beam of the patio cover. It slanted slightly so I had to grip onto the edge for support. I made my way slowly up to her windowsill and waited a moment, listening for any sounds, before climbing in through the open window. The scent of fresh roses filled my nostrils as I jumped in, managing to crouch down by the side of her bed.
She was deep in slumber as I approached her, her gentle snores alerting me that I hadn’t disturbed her. I quietly went to her door, making sure that it was secured and locked. I didn’t want anyone coming in and surprising us. When I turned around, my cock stretched out, and I lost any ounce of restraint I had left. She’d kick her sheets off, and she lay there in these sexy red panties that rose high on her hips. She was turned on her side, the soft white tank top she wore, almost sheer, had moved to the side exposing the tip of one delicious breast.
I stood there, memorizing every inch of her. The soft curves of her face, her full lips, her long eyelashes that managed to feather along the tops of her cheeks. That swell of her hip, the way her breasts moved with every deep breath, and how her lips pouted even in sleep. I rubbed myself through my jeans, trying to relieve the ache that had me going crazy.
I’d only come here to tell her I had to leave. I had a job to do up in Washington and I wouldn’t be back for a few days. I just wanted to talk to her, to hear her soft voice and get a kiss before I left. I didn’t want her to think my promises were empty. But now that I was here, so damn close, I don’t think I was going to be leaving anytime soon.
I creeped around the edge of her bed, my eyes straining in the dark to make out more of her. Coming around her, her ass staring at me as I reached out, tentatively sliding my hand along the curve, letting it touch the soft fabric that covered her. She shifted to her back, her leg propping open and I froze. Right there, right in front me, was the source of my distress.
I hadn’t seen her in nearly a week, and it had been fucking torture not having her in my arms again. I couldn’t sleep right, couldn’t breathe. I barely ate as I thought about how shit was going to hit the fan when I told my brothers I wanted Regina Thorn. I needed to see her again, and now, here she was, sprawled out for me and completely defenseless.
There was a pull with Regina, one I couldn’t get away from. She’d become a walking fantasy, one I didn’t think could possibly exist for me. I’d always been a loner, someone who came and went, did what he pleased, and dedicated my entire life to helping Nick. When his parents died, we went out on the road, and we never came back. I had nothing to go back to, being a child of a single mother who’d put me in foster care for
most of my life because she couldn’t afford food. I didn’t blame her, I loved her. She was a smart woman. She loved to read to me when she could. The Raven was her favorite poem. She did what she had to so that I could survive. I’d tried finding her, not until a few years ago was I told she’d died. Perhaps from malnutrition or worst, I never really found out. I wanted to remember her in a good way. I’d always had a hard life, and finding Nick was my salvation. He was my best friend, the friend who would sneak you into his house, feed you, and let you sleep in his bed while he slept on the floor for the night. He’d always been there for me, it was only right I didn’t leave him alone when he needed me the most.
Being on the road was freedom, it was us starting over. When Bear contacted us with our first job, we knew this is what we wanted to do. The Hellbound Lovers was formed soon after that, and our code was to protect others. People like us, who didn’t have a way out. We paved that way for them. Which meant all my time was spent on the club, and none on myself. Women came and went, none I wanted to keep as badly as this one.
I rubbed her delicate arm and ran my fingers through hers. She was so soft, so fragile, yet so fucking tough. I wasn’t the type of guy who would do what I was about to do, but as I placed a knee on her bed and slid between her thighs, I didn’t give a fuck anymore. I only hoped she wouldn’t tell me to stop.
My nose glided along the crevice of her crotch, slightly damp and smelling of her rosy musk. My mouth watered at the thought of tasting her, of waking her while burying my tongue inside of her. Losing all reasoning, I let my dick do the talking, and I let go.
Running my hands up her long delicate skin, I spread her out, gliding my face along her softness and breathing her in. She shifted slightly, but I didn’t care. I continued to caress and touch her, sliding my fingers along the seam of her crotch. The backs of my digits feeling her bare pussy lips. I gave out a soft guttural sound of need as I moved her panties over, exposing her pink swollen center. It was bare and pretty, and it was oh so wet.
Leaning forward, I stuck out my tongue for the first taste, groaning at how good it was. Flattening it against her mound, I massaged up one lip and down the other, careful not to touch her clit just yet. That hardened little button that was poking through, begging to be flicked and licked. Her juices flowed and my eyes slid up the valley of her body, her breasts heaving as I stroked her with my tongue. Her body shuddered, but her eyes remained closed as I had my way with her, begging her to wake up, to feel what I could do to her.
My name suddenly escaped her lips in a sultry whisper, and I smiled as I opened up her folds, gently rimming her tight, hot hole. She breathed out and said my name once again, and I couldn’t help but grip her thighs, opening her wide, and finally clamping down on her clit. My eyes never left her face while I held down her hips. A moan escaped before her eyes flew open and landed on mine. A scream hovered on her lips and I reached up, sliding up on her and covered her mouth. “Don’t you dare scream,” I rasped, the taste of her on my tongue.
Her eyes glimmered in the dark, and she looked a bit scared. “It’s okay, it’s me. Ryder.”
Recognition shone in her features and then disbelief. As soon as she relaxed, I removed my hand and she went to town on me. “Are you crazy?! My Father will kill you!”
“Do you really think I give a flying fuck? I needed to see you.”
“You were…you were doing things to me.”
I gave her a sly smile, my hand drifting between us, and she gasped against my lips as I circled her clit, sliding a finger into her pussy.
“Very dirty things,” I whispered huskily, finding her tongue with my own, allowing her to taste herself. She moaned as I fingered her, her juices sounding hot in the heavy silence.
“Try not to scream.”
She watched me with big brown eyes as I slid down her body, having a suck at her perky breast before getting comfortable between her legs once again. Her lips parted, her eyes never leaving my tongue, as it feasted on her. Her cries turned into restricted whimpers as I brought her to the edge time and time again.
CHAPTER FOUR
REGINA
I bit my pillow to try to keep myself from screaming out as his tongue drove itself inside of me. He flattened it and licked me from top to bottom, lifting me so that he could taste my back entrance too. It was so dirty, and he made me so slick. My pussy throbbed in need for him. My body missed him, and so did my heart. It raced as his hands caressed up my legs, heating me up as he ate me out. They wrapped around my sensitive breasts and I raised up against their warmth as he pinched the tips, sending me spiraling out of control.
I loved how he was, how his hands left heated touches on my skin. Touches that would be forever engrained on my body. He didn’t leave an inch of me without feeling him, and as my thighs trembled around him, he deliberately rubbed his beard along my slickened core. I cried out that time, loving the feel of the coarseness rubbing on my clit. I lifted my hips, wanting more of him, loving how his deep growl penetrated through my center.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”
He passed a hand across his beard and smiled. “You’re the one being loud.”
He got up and went to the private bathroom my Dad had set up for me. My legs still trembled and my body still needy, wanting its release. He came out, towel in his hand while he dried his face. He’d taken his shirt off, and in the dim light I could make out the raven tattoo, the name Maria scrawled along the base of it. It was gorgeous, he was gorgeous.
I stared at him as he approached the bed and sat up, slowly taking off my tank top. He groaned and began undoing his belt while he watched me slip off my panties. I knelt up on the bed and crawled over to him, taking over as he fumbled with the zipper. Pulling him out I smiled up at him, feeling how long and thick he was.
“It’s only right I do it to you.” I licked at the head, running my tongue along the open slit that leaked creaminess. His taste was sharp and salty, and I couldn’t help but suck out more of it.
“Fuck, baby!”
He groaned and leaned his head back as I worked him into my mouth. I could barely fit him inside, running my tongue along the base while I hollowed out my cheeks. I slowly dragged him in and out, sucking as I went.
“Oh fuck, you can suck a cock.”
I hummed along his dick as I bobbed my head up and down, getting him slick enough that he finally touched the back of my throat. My muscles closed around him and he jerked forward, his abs rippling while he once again he fought for control.
He gently pulled me off him and I smiled at him, fondling and pulling at his heavy balls. “You’d better stop, Regina, or I’ll explode all over those pretty tits of yours.” “Maybe I want you to,” I teased.
He grunted, yanked my legs out from under me, and dragged my ass towards the edge of the mattress. His cock slid up and down my wet core and I moaned, needy for him to enter me.
“Maybe I want to explode inside of you.”
I smiled at the husk in his voice. He was horny as fuck and I had put him there. “Do it. Take what you want.”
He leaned in towards me, squeezing my breasts together and sucking one into his mouth, as much of it as he could. The pull of his suction was so intense, shocks of pleasure coursed through me landing on my cunt. I felt him then, in the middle of that ecstasy, and I came on him as he filled me. My pussy rippled along his cock as he thrust inside of me for the first time.
I bit his shoulder to keep from crying out my orgasm. A shudder ran through us both while he continued to thrust into me. His arms wrapped around me, bringing me up onto his lap. My thighs spread and I struggled for air as he filled me up completely, his thickness stretching me out and taking my breath away. He smiled at me, that wicked smile that melted every inch of me.
“You wanted me that badly, huh?”
His teasing only made me want to take control of him. “More,” my breath lingered on his lips while I dipped my hips, squeezing him a
s he pulled out. I held my cry back at the intense pleasure I found on him.
“Fuck, your dirty little pussy is torture.” He spanked my flesh as I rode him. Our bodies sliding against one another in that old sinful dance. A heated embrace I didn’t want to ever end. His grunts were pure fuel to my lust. This man had me wrapped around his little finger and he didn’t even realize it.
“I want you to come again, baby. I want to feel your body coil around my cock.” He bit down on my neck and the slight pain he caused had me slamming back onto the mattress while he drove himself inside of me. His thumb circling my clit while I came as he demanded.
Our fucking was intense, it was raw heat, and it was oh so fucking good. He erased everything in one night, all the pain, all my anxiety, all my anger. It all went away in his arms. As I came down from my second bout of ecstasy he slowed down, his cock pulsing inside of me. His hips dipped and rocked against me, making me whimper while I left my ecstasy on his thick shaft. Each thrust matching the next, in a hard-erotic rise and fall of hips and wetness.
He took his time with me, kissing me, making rough love to me. The slower he got, the more I wanted to scream out, to show him just how eager I was for him. His breaths came out ragged, his muscles tensed around me.
“Cum inside of me, Ryder.”
My words ignited his body and with a low, sexy roar in my ear, he came undone. Streams of fluid filling me, marking me as his.
CHAPTER FIVE
RYDER
A week later I was at the bar taking inventory when the doors swung open. Two big guys walked in, and instinctively my hand gripped the gun I kept holstered behind the bar top.
“What can I do for you, gentlemen?”
I watched them saunter in, and when one of them turned, I noticed the big bright devil on the back of his jacket. The Devil’s Syndicate had finally come to pay us a visit, and I was alone in the fucking bar.
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