by Geri Glenn
I need her. I need to fuck her. I need to bury myself inside her, mark her somehow. Fuck. She loves me.
Breaking the kiss only long enough to whip her shirt over her head, I rub my hand across her stomach. Feeling the scars on her belly, my gut twists a little. I need to find a way to get rid of those fucking things. Every time I see them or feel them, I think of what that crazy fuck did to her. I hate that he can invade our bedroom, even if it is only in my thoughts.
I pull my lips away, reach for the button on her shorts and slide them, and her panties off her hips. Turning her away from me, I press her front into the wall. “I can’t wait, Charlie. I need to fuck you.”
She grabs my hand and slides it down her belly. Using her finger, she presses mine over her clit. “Then shut up and fuck me, baby.”
Jesus. Nobody has ever turned me on like Charlie. I need to hear her say it again.
Sliding two fingers deep inside her pussy, I rub the heel of my hand on her clit. Wanting to hear her voice, I pinch her nipple, causing her to cry out. “Say it again.”
She pants heavily, her breaths ragged and stuttered. “I –“ Moaning, she grinds her hips down onto my hand.
“Fucking say it!”
“I love you, Ryker,” she gasps out.
I yank my fingers out and drive myself inside of her, pinning her to the wall with nothing but my dick in her pussy and my hands on her hips. Fucking Christ, she feels magnificent.
Crying out, she places her hands flat on the wall and uses them to help her drive her hips back onto my cock. She is so fucking tight. We’d both been tested for STD’s and Charlie had been on the pill for a full month now. To be safe, we’d been using condoms as well, until her birth control was in full effect but I couldn’t wait any longer. She is so silky and wet. Feeling my baby with nothing in between us makes my eyes roll back in my head. She needs to come soon; I’m not going to last.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl into her ear.
She gasps and pants, still driving her hips back into mine. Her body shakes and her pussy clenches me like a vice, milking every ounce of pleasure from my cock, pushing me over the edge. We come together, our bodies totally in sync.
Still buried deep inside of her, I reach up, gripping one of her tits in each hand. I pinch her nipples hard, causing her pussy to squeeze me once again. “I fuckin’ love you too, baby girl. So fuckin’ much.”
She moans but turns her head to mine, capturing my mouth in a hot, claiming kiss. I pull away and catch her eyes. “Move in with me.”
A laugh bubbles up from her throat. “What? Ryker? You can’t be serious.”
I just continue to stare at her, my face showing her just how serious I am.
“Ryker!” She turns in my arms, disconnecting us and faces me. The look on her face is serious and grave. “Baby, we’ve barely known each other for two months.”
Grasping her face in my hands, I stroke her cheeks with my thumbs. “Charlie, I love you. I want to be with you. You’re my whole fucking world. That’s not going to change. You said you wanted to live. Let’s live, baby. Move in with me.”
Her face softens and her eyes search mine. She tilts her head into my hand, nuzzling her cheek against it. “Ok, honey. Let’s live.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me, lifting her feet up off the floor before kissing her hard and fast. “I fucking love you.”
She smiles widely. “And I love you.”
Fuck yeah. She loves me.
***
Charlotte
I’m just putting the final touches on my makeup when the doorbell rings. Ryker pops his head out of the shower and looks from me to the open door of the bathroom.
“It’s ok, honey. I’ll get it.”
He looks at me for a moment before nodding. “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I head out of the bathroom, hurrying down the hall towards the door when the doorbell rings again. The prospects are coming to help Ryker move my stuff from my apartment to his house while I’m at work. I’d protested that I wanted to do it myself, but Ryker had insisted I shouldn’t be doing any lifting. He wouldn’t budge so I’d reluctantly agreed. It wasn’t like I had much of a choice. Besides, I was busy today anyways. This is my first shift back at the nursing home since my attack. I’m looking forward to it; to getting back to life.
Pulling the door open, I pause when I see that it’s not the prospects. Reaper stands in the doorway, jaw tight, his eyes on me.
“Uh … hey. Ryker will be right out.” I pull the door open wider and gesture to the inside of the house. “Come on in.”
He doesn’t take my invitation. He stares at me, intensity burning in his eyes. “Actually, I wanted a word with you. If that’s cool.”
Shocked, I nod, unease swirling in my belly.
“I was a dick. That night …” He spears his fingers through his hair and lets out a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have said the shit I said to you. I’m glad my boy has you, and I’m glad you’re ok.” His words are growled but I know this is his way of apologizing. I also know this isn’t something he normally does.
I owe this man my life, so I don’t make him work for it. I forgave him long ago. Smiling up at him, I place my hand on his arm. His eyes follow my movements before flicking up to me, surprise evident on his face. “Thank you, Reaper.” I hold his stare. “For everything. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.” I give his arm a gentle squeeze.
He nods his head and noticeably swallows. Knowing that he’s not comfortable with this whole conversation, I pull away and step aside so he can come in. “You want a beer?”
He follows me in slowly. “No.” He pauses, clearly uncomfortable. “Thanks though. We gotta be goin’ soon.”
I nod, at a loss for what else to say. Just then, Ryker comes out of the bathroom. He looks from me to Reaper, eyes assessing the situation. Looking back to me, he asks, “Everything cool?”
“Yeah, honey. I was just offering Reaper a beer. You want one?” I smile at him, showing him that everything is completely fine, and he has no need to worry.
He shakes his head. “Nah. We gotta get you to work, and I got shit to do today.” I smile up at him and he winks. “Go get your shit. We gotta go.”
The smile still on my face, I head off to the kitchen to grab my “shit”. I can hear Ryker and Reaper talking in the other room.
“What’s up, Reap?” Things had been strained between the two of them for a while. I don’t know what had happened, but I have a feeling it’s because of me. I know the tension has bothered Ryker though. He doesn’t have many close friends, and Reaper is important to him.
“Just thought I’d come by and help you guys get Charlotte’s shit moved.”
“Yeah?” I stand in the kitchen, holding my breath, waiting to hear what he says next.
But it’s not Ryker who speaks. It’s Reaper. “Yeah. You should know, I had a word with Charlotte.”
This is followed by silence. I peek around the corner and see Ryker staring at him; assessing. Reaper stares back. Ryker seems to find what he’s looking for because he lifts his hand and claps it down hard on Reaper’s shoulder.
“Glad to have your help, fucker. You can ride with the prospects.”
Reaper’s face contorts. “Fuck that. I take my bike. I’ll meet you at her place.” He turns, stalking out of the house.
Entering the room, I approach Ryker as he chuckles after his friend. “Everything ok, honey?”
He pulls me into his arms, smiling down at me before sliding his nose along mine. “Yeah, baby girl. Everything’s great.”
He leads me out of the house and down the driveway to his motorcycle. I love riding on it now. The fear I used to feel about bikes is long gone. Ryker and I take leisurely drives on it all the time, and now, even though he thinks I’m joking when I say it, I want one of my own.
I wrap my arms around him, taking in his scent and let the feeling of flying carry me away. I’ve never been so conte
nt with my life. I’m moving in with a man I love, who loves me back just as fiercely. I’m going back to a job that makes me happy. My sister is almost done paying back her debt, and apparently has found her own motorcycle man to take care of her. I’d met him, and although he’s a little scary, he really does seem to care about her. For the first time ever, I feel free. I am living.
Ryker pulls up to the entrance of the nursing home and I swing my leg over, climbing off the bike like a pro. He grabs my waist, pulling me up against his side and smiles at me.
“Have a good night, Charlie.”
I smile back and lean in to kiss him. “You too, honey.”
When I pull back slightly, his eyes are narrowed on something behind me. His jaw clenches, but before I can turn around to see what he’s looking at, he pulls me into him once again. His lips capture mine with a burning intensity. Even now, I’m amazed at how one kiss from Ryker can cause my heart to race.
I part my lips in a gasp and he takes full advantage, sliding his tongue along mine; tasting me. I tilt my head, swept away by the love I feel for this crazy man. He reaches down, gripping my ass and pressing me against his thigh. He continues tangling his tongue with mine and I grab onto his leather cut, oblivious of my surroundings and enjoy the ride.
My heart is pounding, my head swimming, when he finally pulls back. He grins at me, eyes crinkling at the corners. I try to catch my breath and lean in, giving him one final peck on the lips. He grabs the back of my head, keeping his lips on mine and rumbles, “See you tonight, baby girl.”
I smile against his lips. “See you tonight.”
Slowly, he releases me and I take a step back. He winks as I turn towards the building – and then it makes sense. He was staring at Jeremy. Jeremy stands by the entrance, face pale, a bouquet of flowers clenched in his fist.
I whip back around and glare at Ryker. “You –“
“Now he knows.” The matter of fact way that he states it causes anger to burn low in my belly.
“Why don’t you just pee all over me? Mark your territory.”
He chuckles. “Not into that shit babe, but I’m willing to try it if you are.”
I narrow my eyes at him causing him to burst out laughing. He is so infuriating sometimes.
“He needed to know, Charlie. Now he knows.” I roll my eyes, making his smile wider. “Have a good night, baby girl. I’ll be here at eleven to take you home.”
Forgetting my anger, my belly flip flops when he reminds me of “home”. Our home – together. I can’t hide my smile. “See you tonight.”
I turn again, noting that Jeremy is gone, and without a backward glance, hurry into work.
Epilogue
Charlotte
Accepting a beer from the prospect behind the bar, I turn and let my eyes sweep over the clubhouse. There are a few old ladies and several club whores, who like me, are all waiting for the guys to get finished with their meeting.
They’re all here for the same reason I am. Tonight is a celebration. Tease is finally getting his patch. I’m beyond happy for him. He may not be the friendliest person I know, but I’d seen a small glimpse of the man he really is, buried beneath his scary exterior. I know he doesn’t seem to have anyone in his life but the club, and he had done a lot for them with absolute loyalty. If anyone deserves a patch, it’s Tease.
Lucy’s here too. Ryker had told me he’d “dealt with her.” Since then, anytime I was around, she stayed far away from me. She still gifted me with dirty looks on occasion, and I saw her watching Ryker and I when we were together, but she never spoke to me. Ryker had said the guys liked her, and as long as she left me alone, we shouldn’t have any more problems from her. I wasn’t so sure.
Just then, the guys come filing into the room. Tease is in the center of it all, looking uncomfortable with the attention, but wearing his new patch proudly. I catch his eye and shoot him a small smile. He gives me a small chin lift in return. It’s better than nothing.
Ryker approaches me, bright blue eyes burning into mine. He leans into me, pressing against my side before whispering in my ear. “Hey, baby girl.”
His breath blows across my cheek and down my neck, causing me to shiver. I can’t help but smile when I look at him. It just comes naturally now. “Hey.”
He glances over at Lucy. Her eyes dart away instantly, face flushed from being caught watching us. “Any problems while I was gone?”
I smirk. “Nope.”
He scowls, then nods. “Good.” Grabbing my left hand, he brings it to his lips, and rubs his thumb over the sparkling new engagement ring and wedding band that sit on my ring finger.
Last weekend, Ryker and I had taken living to the next level. With Jase tagging along, we rode to Montreal and picked up Anna. The four of us then went on to Quebec City, where Ryker and I were married at a Justice of the Peace in a private ceremony. I hadn’t wanted a big wedding and I knew without a doubt that I’d never get Ryker into a tux even if I did. Anna was my only family, and though not related, Jase was Ryker’s family. The whole thing had been perfect.
Ryker grabs a fresh beer from the prospect, then turns to watch the party with me. One of the brothers, who I’d learned was Mouse, is across the room, comically instructing a couple of the whores how to do a proper strip tease. Everyone else is watching and laughing, a couple of the brothers cheering him on.
“Crazy fuckers.” Ryker smirks at me and shakes his head.
I just laugh, continuing to watch them all for a minute before it dawns on me. “You know, a while ago, you told me that you didn’t have a family.”
He turns towards me again, eyebrow raised, holding my gaze but saying nothing.
“Looks to me like you have a pretty big one.”
His eyes widen in surprise. “Who? This bunch of jokers?”
I laugh at the look on his face. “Well … yeah. You grew up with most of these guys, right? You have a relationship with almost all of them. They take your back when you need it, and you return the favor. They’re all loyal to the club and it’s members. You all get together to celebrate and unwind. Those are things you do with your family. Seems to me like you have a pretty great one.”
His smile kept growing wider as I spoke. When I finish, he dives in and takes my mouth in a hard, swift kiss. “Fuck, you’re sexy when you get all wise on me.”
I manage to keep a straight face. “I’m always wise.”
He nods and buries his face in the crook of my neck, placing soft kisses all along the side. “And you’re always sexy.” He pulls his face free, looking me in the eye, suddenly serious. “You’re right. They are my family, but you are my most important family. And if I’m stuck with these assholes, then so are you.”
We stare at each other, his grin mirroring my own. “I can live with that.”
He growls and pulls me off the stool, putting his shoulder to my belly to lift me up. I squeal in surprise. “Ryker! Put me down!”
He brings his palm down on my ass in a sharp slap. “Not happenin’, baby girl. I’m gonna show you just how sexy you are.”
Oh! I like the sound of that! I stop squirming and grin. Looking up just before Ryker turns from the room, I see Reaper smirking at us from under his beer bottle. He sends me a wink and shakes his head. Tease is watching too, lips twitching slightly. He raises his bottle in the universal “cheers” motion, then moves to take a sip, but his cell phone rings before he can.
Down the hall, Ryker turns into his room. It’s much cleaner now that I’m the only one cleaning it. It doesn’t hurt that Ryker has no use for it anymore. He lowers me to the ground, my front rubbing along his as I go down.
“Alright, Mrs. Cole.” He runs his hands along the sides of my body, then takes a step back. “Take off your clothes.”
I hold his stare as I slowly undo the buttons on my shirt and peel it off. Standing before my husband in nothing but a pair of tight jeans and a demi cup bra makes my heart flutter and my breaths to come out in hot, shallow pants.
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I reach for the button on my jeans but his hand stops me. “No. Not yet.” His gaze is moving along my body, his eyes dark and hungry. “Fuck. You’re gorgeous.”
My skin grows hot as he watches me but I stand still, waiting for his next instruction.
“Take off those jeans, baby girl; panties too. I need to taste you.”
My hands shake as I unbutton my jeans and pull them, along with my panties, down over my hips. Ryker lowers me to the bed, and then my husband tastes me.
Tease
I pull out my cell phone, looking at the screen. Who the fuck is calling me? Everyone I care to know is right here, in this fucking room.
The screen shows an unknown number, but it’s local.
I lift the phone to my ear, pressing the accept button. “Yeah?”
A feminine giggle fills my ear. “Yeah? That’s how you answer your phone?”
I freeze, instantly recognizing that voice. “Laynie?”
“Uh – hunh.” She giggles again. She sounds strange.
“Are you drunk?”
“Yeppers. Wasted.” Her words are slurred, and she giggles at her own declaration.
“Where are you?” The thought of her out, alone and drunk puts me immediately on edge.
“At home. Me and Dexter are cuddled up on the couch, drinking a few bottles of wine.” I relax. If she’s at home and her dog is with her, she’s safe. “Well, Dexter’s not drinking wine. I am.”
I smirk. This woman’s crazy. “How is Dexter anyways?”
She sighs. “He’s ok. Just needs a couple days of rest.” I hear her pause and take another gulp of wine.
“I nearly killed that fuckin’ kid that hit him.” And I had. When that kid had come flying down the sidewalk, he’d paid no attention to what was going on around him. I’d seen him coming, and seen the dog shuffle Laynie out of the way, but he’d taken the bike on himself in the process. Good fucking dog.
“I remember. It was kind of hot.” My eyes widen in shock as she giggles again. “Anyways, I was thinking, as a thank you, do you maybe want to – “ I hear a crash in the background and what sounds like glass breaking, followed by a thump. “Ow! Shit!” Her voice sounds distant now.
