The Lost Boys MC Series: Books 1-4

by Savannah Rylan

  I growled down her throat as I caught my shirt in my hand. I wrapped myself around her, peeling her from the railing and starting off my porch. The sounds of our kisses filled the space around us as I walked across the lawn. Back to her porch. Inside her house, before I closed the front door with my foot.

  “Down the hallway. Now,” Ella whispered.

  And I heard the unspoken words in her voice.

  Be quick about it.

  I set her down onto her feet in the hallway and she took my hand, pulling me toward her bedroom. Toward a different sort of darkness. We barely crossed the threshold before our clothes came off. Her shirt in my hands. My belt in her palm. I toed off my boots while she took off her socks, and then she fell to her knees in front of me. I closed her bedroom door behind us and locked it. I braced my back against the door as she ripped my jeans down my legs. When her nose nuzzled against my clothed cock, I groaned. My legs locked up as her fingertips pulled my boxers down over my pulsing girth.

  But when she wrapped her lips around it, I almost shot through the roof.

  “Holy fuck,” I grunted.

  My hand twisted into the tendrils of her hair. She took me back as far as she could before her soft hand wrapped around my base. She moaned around my dripping length. Lapped at my tip before she audibly swallowed me down. I looked down at her. Gazed into her glorious stare.

  “Mmmm,” she hummed.

  My toes curled into the carpet as she bobbed her head.

  Her mouth was so tight. So hot. So perfect. Her spit dripped over her hand as she pumped me rhythmically, the wetness coating my balls. I fucked her face. I gripped her hair and slid those swelling lips over my girth. The vein underneath my cock throbbed against her tongue, seeking an end that would come all too soon with the attention she paid my dick.

  “Ella. Fuck. Oh, sh—”

  Her tongue traced that vein and I almost popped. I tugged on her hair, pulling her off her knees before I came down her throat. I didn’t want it to end that soon. I wanted to taste her before I sought any end of my own. When our lips collided, she melted into me. Her soft skin against mine for the first time made the animal within me pop.

  I ripped whatever clothes she still had on her body off, the seams shredding and the thread popping as her body revealed itself to me.

  I fisted her ass cheeks and picked her up. I tasted my precum on her lips as I strode over to the bed. I tossed her onto it, watching her curves bounce up and down for me. She had the most perfect set of tits I’d ever seen. Perfect teardrops that bounced against her skin. Engorged pink nipples that called to my tongue. I didn’t know where to begin my journey. I didn’t know what I wanted to mark and kiss first. But when her legs spread open to accommodate me, I knew exactly where I wanted to be.

  So, I dropped to my knees, tugged her to the edge of the bed, and dove into the wetness of her perfect little pussy.

  9

  Ella

  “Ho—sh—Te—oh.”

  His tongue ravished me. Devoured me. Lapped up my slit and gathered all my juices up. The taste of his precum still sat on my lips as I bit down onto it, trying to muffle my sounds.

  The last thing we needed to do was wake up my daughter.

  His fingers parted my pussy folds and his tongue flattened over my clit. My eyes rolled back, and my juices sprayed, coating his face as he groaned into my pussy lips. I reached down and fisted his hair. I locked my thighs around his cheeks, holding him as I ground against his warmth. He flicked my tip and sucked my clit, pushing me up a hill he was hellbent on tossing me from.

  “Texas,” I choked out.

  And it was all I could muster as my body spiraled.

  I shivered and shook against him. His hands released my folds, pinning my hips down to the bed. He hummed his appreciation, swallowing down my offering. My back bowed so deeply I thought it would snap, and I struggled to gasp for air.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered.

  Then, Texas rushed up my body.

  “So, fucking beautiful,” he murmured before he crashed his lips against mine.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands traveled down my thighs as I licked my taste off his skin. His hands crooked underneath my knees, bringing my legs up and opening my body up to him. He leaned up and looked at me. Watched my pussy throb and drip for him. He grinned salaciously as he tossed my leg over his shoulder, then grabbed his cock and lined himself up at my entrance.

  He eased in without a second thought, and my body came alive.

  Colors sizzled and burst in my vision. My eyes fluttered closed before they rolled back so hard, I gave myself a headache. He tossed both my legs over my shoulders and folded me in half, pinning me to the bed.

  And he pounded away, leaving me breathless.

  “That’s it, Ella. Wrap around that cock.”

  “Texas. My gosh. You feel—you’re—it—”

  I couldn't speak. I couldn’t see straight. All I could do was wrap my hands around Texas’ wrists and hold on for dear life. His cock stretched me in ways I’d never experienced. He slid along parts of my pussy that had never been touched. I gasped for air. I moaned out in pleasure. And the harder he fucked me, the more my world spun.

  Never in my life had I felt this way before.

  “Amazing. You’re amazing. I can’t—you’re too—Texas!”

  “Better keep those sounds just for us, beautiful,” he growled.

  He crashed his lips back against mine and it pressed his tight curls into my clit. He raked against them with every thrust, making my legs jump. I was helpless beneath him. Pinned against his trimmed muscles and hanging on for dear life. I released his wrists and cupped his cheeks, my pussy fluttering. My gut tightening.

  My toes curling.

  “That’s it. Like that. Come around that cock, Ella. Do it.”

  He murmured against my lips, coaxing me to an end I saw coming all too quickly. I had no idea sex could be this incredible. I had no idea I could have more than one orgasm in an encounter. I was still breathless from the most powerful climax I’d ever experienced, and Texas was about to shove me off the edge again.

  My lust for him was insatiable.

  I clung to Texas as he grunted and growled. He buried his face into my tits, sucking and licking and biting. He marked me, leaving behind teeth marks that unhinged my jaw in white hot pleasure. My ears fell deaf. My mind fell blank. I droned out into my bedroom, but I couldn't hear it.

  I did feel Texas chuckle against my lips, however. And it pulled me back from the brink. Back from drowning in his lustful darkness.

  My body locked up as I came around his dick. And when I did, my massaging walls pulled him over the edge with me. My body held him in its vice grip, clinging to his thick girth. He stilled above me, rutting against me like a wild animal. Still teasing my clit as my pussy milked his cock for every last drop his balls had for me.

  “Sweet fuck,” Texas bit out.

  I couldn't breathe well enough to cry out anything else.

  He collapsed on top of me and rested there for a second. His heart raced against my chest as he slowly pulled his cock from between my legs. He rolled over onto my bed, pulling me into his arms and out of the mess we had made together.

  He stroked his fingers through my hair while he caught his breath.

  “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be good to go again,” he panted.

  I let out a breathless giggle at his statement.

  “That’s assuming I can go again,” I said.

  He chuckled again, and the sound made my skin pucker. He pulled me closer into him, then kissed my forehead. I was serious. I had no idea if I’d be ready in ten minutes. Or twenty. Or two hundred. But I wasn’t leaving his side now. Part of me hoped he wasn’t kidding earlier when he told me he’d be staying the entire night.

  I enjoyed the thought of waking up to him.

  “If you wanted, you could sneak up before dawn. You know, so Keva doesn’t see you,” I said.

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p; Texas grunted in agreement before placing another kiss to my forehead.

  “Holy hell, I haven’t had sex this good in…”

  The room paused, waiting on bated breath for my answer.

  “Well, ever, I guess,” I said.

  “That shit’s a crime then. That no one would make you come the way you did tonight,” Texas said.

  “With you, it seems I keep experiencing a lot of new things. Especially tonight.”

  “Like…?”

  I tilted my lips up and kissed his jawline before he dipped his lips down and kissed me again.

  “Well, at the risk of ruining the moment, cooking a dinner that someone didn’t complain about hasn’t happened in a very long time,” I murmured.

  Texas tensed, and I wondered if I’d said something wrong. His arm pulled me closer into him before his free hand slid down my body. His hand fisted my thigh, pulling my leg between his. And soon, the two of us were wrapped up in one another as he stroked my hair again.

  “You deserve someone who will dote on you and love you unconditionally, Ella. I hope you know that,” he said.

  His words were stern yet held a soft quality I had never associated with him before.

  The two of us fell asleep wrapped up in one another, and I woke up to him pressing kisses against my neck. He rolled me over as I woke up, my nipples puckering as his hands traveled my skin. He cupped them softly, drawing me out of my sleep as I moaned my approval. His lips traveled back up to mine and I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him with a passion that seemed to greet me the second my eyes pulled open.

  The second my eyes fell onto Texas’ shadowed form above me.

  He eased himself into my morning warmth and we rocked together. The birds chirped, but the sun hadn’t started rising yet. His hands pinned my wrists above my head. We rocked together, climbing that sleepy mountain before the two of us fell over. His cock twitched. My pussy fluttered. We swallowed one another’s sounds as we rose and fell from our high. I sighed into the crook of his neck, holding him there until the first slivers of light breached the treetops in the distance.

  “Stay with me,” I whispered.

  I hated how weak I sounded, telling him that.

  “I can’t. We can’t risk getting caught,” Texas murmured.

  He pulled away from me, and it hurt more than it should have.

  “Your brother would put my damn balls in a blender if he ever found out what happened,” he said.

  “Well, then we don’t tell my brother,” I said.

  Texas looked back at me with a look I couldn't read or see for that matter. He fumbled around and got dressed, then he came back over and sat on the edge of the bed.

  “I’ll see you soon, okay?” he asked.

  And with a kiss to my forehead, he was gone.

  I snuggled back down into bed until my alarm went off. I didn’t bother to see Texas out. I didn’t want to watch him walking away when watching him leave my bedroom hurt so much. The morning was a blur when my alarm went off. Keva came swan-diving into my bed. I couldn't remember what I made her eat for breakfast. I vaguely remember Miss Joanne asking me if everything was okay, and I didn’t come to until I stepped behind my register at work.

  Another day at the damn grocery store.

  “Welcome to Carlyle’s, did you find everything okay?”

  “Welcome to Carlyle’s, how can I help you?”

  “I see you have coupons, want me to go ahead and scan those for you now?”

  “One, two, three dollars and seventy-two cents is your change.”

  I worked, but my mind wasn’t there. My heart wasn’t there. All of me was still in bed, wrapped around Texas. I couldn't get last night out of my head. The way he took me. The way he kissed me. The pleasure he slammed against my body and the way he was so desperate to have me one last time this morning. I’d never been met with a passion like that. I’d never been so willing and ready to wrap myself around a man before.

  What had Texas done to me?

  “Why are you smiling so much?”

  His voice pulled me from my trance. And when I looked into the eyes of my fucking ex, my bubble burst.

  “None of your business,” I said flatly.

  “Uh huh. Anything to do with that asshole I saw moving in next door?” he asked, sucking air through his teeth.

  “Do you need something? Or are you here to harass me more?”

  I rang up the customer that came through the line while Jett rattled off questions. “Are you going to ignore me while I’m standing here? I could be a paying customer.”

  “So, you're not going to talk to me at all?”

  “Are you ever going to wipe that dumbass grin off your face?”

  And finally, my manager came over.

  “There a problem?” Brett asked.

  I watched Jett turn to the big, burly man. Brett wasn’t tall, but he was massive. Five-foot-ten and stacked with so much muscle he wobbled and moved like a damn gorilla. He had a beard that had grown out all the way down to his chest and his beady brown eyes could shake anyone at their knees.

  “No problem at all. Right, Ella?” Jett asked.

  I glared at him, warning him one last time to get the fuck away from me. And then, he stalked off. I eyed Jett until he walked out of the store, my hands trembling with fear.

  “You okay, Ella?” Brett asked.

  “Uh, yeah. I’m—I’m fine,” I said.

  “You don’t sound fine. You need to take a break?”

  I shook my head quickly. “No breaks. I promise, I’m good.”

  Brett gave me a once over before he nodded, then he went back to the customer service desk he was working today. And while the lie might have worked for him, it didn’t do anything to settle my nerves. I quaked on the inside. I kept looking out toward my car, wondering if Jett would be standing there after my shift. He had been known to do that. Stalk out my work and wait for me to come out so we could “talk.”

  I wondered how long this would go on. I wondered how long my ex-husband would harass me before finally disappearing.

  I drew in a deep breath and finished up my shift. At one point in time, I had tried going to the cops about Jett. Explaining to them what he was doing and how he made me feel. But without Jett lashing out and actually doing me or Keva harm, there was nothing they could do. The only advice they had for me was to go through the courts and try to get him on disobeying the custody agreement.

  Which wasn’t the issue.

  Ironic how the police couldn't protect us until we were already hurt.

  A small lull in work gave me time to daydream. Only this time, I wasn’t daydreaming about Texas. I was daydreaming about Jett and all the ways he could die. A car accident. A motorcycle accident. Walking across the street and being hit. Choking on one of the many sunflower seeds he downed in a day. Sometimes, I wish I had the guts to kill him. As bad as it sounded, the man deserved it. It was shocking to me that my brother hadn’t already put a damn bullet through the man’s skull himself.

  I wasn’t ignorant to the lives Stone had taken during his tenure as president of the club.

  I didn’t expect anyone to put their life on the line for me. I didn’t expect anyone from The Lost Boys to step up and defend me. Or take care of me. Not even my own brother. But sometimes, I felt completely alone and vulnerable. Open to Jett’s attacks if he had the want to hurt me again.

  Why aren’t you here, Texas?

  My mind cried out for him because I knew if he was there, he’d protect me.

  But the only thing I hoped for was the end of my shift. Because, for once, it would still be light outside.

  And maybe the light would protect me from Jett’s fist.

  10

  Texas

  “What do you wanna drink, beautiful?” Stone asked.

  “I’ll just have a beer, thanks,” I said, grinning.

  “Oh, shit. Stone’s got jokes tonight, guys,” Boulder said, grinning.

  Boulde
r was one of our enforcers. A new recruit with a bullshit mouth who got himself into too much trouble. But he did a hell of a job looking over this bar. When he wasn’t punching in people’s faces, he was back here managing the shit out of this place.

  I knew Stone had the idea to put him in charge of it once we made his initiation official.

  Stone shot me a look as the bottle blonde beside him giggled. She had her legs swung over in his lap and her curves pouring from every orifice her clothes had. The top of her shirt. Her stomach. Over the top of her jeans and from beyond the cuffs of the arms of her top. Stone had always enjoyed them thick and fake. With fake blonde hair and that fake laugh and those fake plump lips that were smattered with all sorts of bright colors. I rolled my eyes when the two of them started making out. Smashed into the booth where we sat in the bar while I nursed a beer, I hoped erased that memory from my mind.

  I let my thoughts drift back to Ella to get the sound of them sucking face out of my head.

  I couldn't think of any other time where I’d wanted to spend a whole fucking day in a woman’s bed. Truth be told, I wanted to be back in bed with Ella now. Wrapped up in her. Kissing her. Tasting her. Taking her in all the ways no man ever had in her life before. It almost killed me to leave her that morning. To pull away from her grasp and drift out into the cold air. But I didn’t want us to get caught.

  I didn’t want either of us to go down for something so beautiful.

  I couldn't stop smiling the entire way to the fucking bar. Even though I’d snuck out of Ella’s house earlier that morning, my smile hadn’t faded once. Every time I thought about it, my skin crawled. My cock pulsed. My mind fell to darkness as I thought of all the things I still wanted to do to her petite, soft body. The ways I’d bend her and the places I still had yet to kiss. Or touch. Or fill with my hot seed.

  “One dry martini for the lady, please!” Stone exclaimed.

  His voice ripped me from my trance.

  My eyes fell back onto the woman clinging to him, and I took in her appearance. The face full of makeup. The fat that spewed over the edges of her clothing. The way her giggle was forced at every stupid joke Stone cracked. Ella was the complete opposite. She was the most beautiful woman around, and she wore little to no makeup. While this girl’s bottle blonde hair was tossed up in a rat’s nest of a bun, Ella’s messy bun looked extravagant on her.