by Elisa Leigh
“That’s a lot to put on me less than a day after meeting Ryker.”
“I wouldn’t have chosen you if I didn’t think you could handle it.”
“Is Chelsea an old lady?”
“She’s been claimed.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Ryker.”
“She’s been claimed by the club, we all protect her. She’s Rock’s though when they work through it that is.”
“Does she know any of this?”
“She knows that the MC looks out for her and is protecting her from the dangers she’s running from.”
Six
Emersen
C helsea looks more lost than I’ve ever seen her. I didn’t notice the other night, but she’s lost a good twenty pounds since graduation. I walked into Spanky’s fifteen minutes ago and knocked on her door. Rock was there keeping guard down the hall but hasn’t left her since.
“Earth to Chelsea.” I wave my hand in front of her face, trying desperately to get to the shell of the woman who used to be a constant presence in my life. We’re sitting in a booth in the main room of Spanky’s. It’s Sunday afternoon. No one is here except for a few of the Steel Daggers floating around shooting the shit.
“You doing okay hun?” I ask. She shrugs her shoulders, but I’m not letting her get away with not telling me anything. She needs to give me something. She’s not living here, but merely surviving. If she wants a shot at a good life, she’s going to have to heal and move on from what she’s endured. Judging by her current state, she’s survived a lot since we last talked. I eye her and wait until she gives me more.
“Fuck Emersen, I don’t know. Shit’s so messed up. I know you deserve something from me. I pushed you away when you are the one person I should have been running to. Then the Steel Daggers came along. I can’t believe they’ve been so nice to me. At first, I thought they might expect payment from me, but they took me in, no questions asked. They gave me a home and a job when I had nothing.”
She had me.
“I’m sure part of that has to do with tall, dark, and scary keeping watch over there. What’s his story?” She looks over my shoulder and smiles briefly at the man who’s been standing not ten feet from her since I walked in.
“You going to tell me what happened to you?”
Chelsea shakes her head back and forth, and tears fill her eyes. “I can’t Em. Please don’t ask me.”
I rub her back “Okay, okay. Shhh, you don’t have to tell me.”
“I’ll tell you. I promise. Just give me some time, okay?” She begs, one teardrop falling down her cheek.
I wipe her tear and put my forehead against hers.
“You know you could have called, right? I would have been there. You could have stayed with me.”
“No, I really couldn’t have. I know you don’t understand, but I couldn’t do that to you. I won’t let him take anything else. You’re too important to me. I love you, Emmy.”
I hug her tight. “I love you too, Chels.”
Pulling away from me she wipes her eyes and laughs. “You have to tell me what is going on with you and Pres.”
“Pres?” My eyebrows knit together as I look at her wondering who… “Oh, you mean Ryker?”
She laughs, and it’s so good to hear. “Uh, yeah. I mean Ryker. God that’s weird. No one calls him that you know.”
“Yeah, that’s what he tells me. I didn’t even know motorcycle clubs were a thing. Like, you know, I’ve heard of one-percenters, but I guess I didn’t realize how many clubs there were out there in the real world.”
“The guys are great. They aren’t saints, but at least they are committed to a way of life, even if it’s different than what we’re used to. Did he really make you his old lady?”
I nod slowly, not sure what it means to be his. “What does it mean to be his old lady? All he said was that I was his and I had to listen to what he said.”
“From what I’ve heard it’s like being married in the biker world. You’ll get a cut with his patch on it saying you’re his property. You know… never mind.”
“No. Tell me, Chelsea.”
“It’s not too late to back out, Em. You could say you made a mistake, hell maybe he did. You met him last night. Is this the kind of decision you want to make hours after meeting the man?”
I stare at my friend with tears burning my eyes threatening to fall. I know it was quick, but how dare she “I’m not a mistake!” I shout, pointing at my chest. I get out of the booth needing to stand, to shake out some of the awful coursing through me.
“Wait, that’s not what I meant Emersen.” She gets out of the booth, coming to stand in front of me.
“This life just isn’t you. You never go out, never party. What do you think you’ll be doing at night? They are here a few nights a week, are you going to be here with him? What about the women? Are you going to be okay with the chicks that hang around trying to get his attention?”
I swipe at the tears spilling down my cheeks. Damn my angry tears! “So, I’m not good enough right? I’m just the nerd who likes to sit at home, how could I ever land a man like Ryker, right?”
She looks worried and bites her bottom lip. “You gave it to him, didn’t you?”
I may be shorter, but I go toe to toe with her. “That’s none of your business! It could have been months ago, you wouldn’t know, would you?”
“He’s going to hurt you. Maybe not intentionally, but this life is too hard for someone as sweet as you. You’re soft, and they will gnaw on you ‘til there’s nothing left,” Chelsea says with an edge to her voice that makes me think she’s speaking from experience and not from anger.
I grab my bag and turn towards Ryker’s office, where he told me to meet him when I was finished. I can’t help but notice all the eyes on me as I walk to the office. I don’t miss the smiles from the skimpily dressed women playing pool with some of the guys. Instead of going to his office I take a right and go to the bathroom, needing a moment to myself.
I stare at myself in the mirror questioning every good feeling I had this morning in bed with Ryker. It may be fast, but I know I could fall in love with that man. He’s everything I never knew I needed in my life. He brings to life a part of me that is hidden most of the time. Why can’t I be that person? She doesn’t have to hide anymore.
Truth is I like parties, I just never felt comfortable being at them, worried people were judging me. I had a blast last night hanging out with Ryker. Chelsea’s right, this life isn’t for the Emersen she once knew, but I’m not that same person anymore. After last night, I feel like the best version of myself, and I’ve got one person to thank for that.
I take one last look at myself in my skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. It’s nothing fancy, but I feel good. My dark hair is down for once. I push the long locks behind my ears, feeling feminine and beautiful for the first time ever. I leave the bathroom with the sole purpose of getting to Ryker.
Seven
Ryker
“ Who let you back here?” I ask the skanky twat getting closer to my desk.
She doesn’t answer, just keeps walking like she has every right to be in my office.
"Get out of my office. I have an old lady now. Even if I didn't, I wouldn't want any part of what you're offering."
Reaching me, she dares to touch me. "Come on baby. I saw the little girl who came in with you today. There's no way she can satisfy a man like you. Let me make you feel good. I guarantee I can be a better old lady than she ever will be."
Before she has a chance to put her hand in a place that isn't her's to touch, my sweet fairy is there yanking her back. "He told you to leave. This little girl satisfied her old man very well. Four times in fact."
"Yeah right. Look at you, you couldn't please Pres."
"Did you need a visual?" My baby drops to her knees and starts attacking my belt with the skank still in the room looking like she just won the lottery. I grab Em's hands and stop her.
"Get th
e fuck out of my office and the hell out of my bar. You ever come back here, and I'll make you wish you hadn't."
She pouts but walks out, slamming the door and causing a couple frames to drop from the wall.
"Open that pretty mouth and show me how bad you want the taste of my dick in our mouth."
The vixen that was hidden deep within plays peekaboo and she sits there with her mouth open, licking her lips.
"Take me out of my pants," I growl. I wait as she gently grabs my aching dick and pulls it out of my boxer briefs. I grasp her hand that is slowly, but steadily, jerking me off.
“Look at me, Emerson.” She does so immediately, and I feel my dick get harder. My balls tighten, ready to explode with the next touch.
“You can play, but when I say stop. You stand your sweet ass up and lean over my desk. Tell me you understand.”
She jerks my dick two more times, and I growl. She giggles and gives me a half-hearted “I understand, sir.”
She licks me from my root to my tip before putting the head in her mouth and licking it like a lollipop.
“More” I grit out. Like the good girl she is, she works her mouth over my shaft until her nose is hitting my pubic bone and I’m seconds away from wasting my cum inside her hot mouth. I pull out quickly, not willing to waste it.
“Get up. Jeans to your ankles, and lay over the desk.” She sits back on her knees watching me lose my shit. I rub the mess I made on her mouth into her bottom lip with my thumb, then caress my hand up her cheek and into her hair before I pull, getting her attention. “Emersen. Get up.”
Snapped out of her daze she quickly stands and gets her jeans pulled down and lays over my desk. I step behind her and rub my dick between her wet lips. When she shivers and moans, my dick spits out streams of precum, lubricating her already sopping pussy. I can’t fight the need to drop to my knees and drink up our combined juices.
I drag my tongue through her lips over and over until she’s somewhat cleaned up. Her cunt keeps weeping, hungry for my cock. I stick two fingers into her center and thrust a couple times, gathering her sweetness and rub it around her rosebud. She can’t take it and leans her ass into my fingers, needing more than I’m ready to give her.
“Not today baby. Right now, I’m taking your pussy. You okay with that?”
“Yessssss,” she moans, far gone and only thinking about her impending release.
Ready to give my woman what she needs I stand up behind her, lining my dick up at her entrance, and impale her. Thrusting in and out of her, I get lost in the feeling.
I fall over her back, resting one hand on the desk next to her while the other grabs her hip, pulling her into me. Getting close, I nip her ear.
“Fuck! Emersen, shit girl. You have no idea what your tight pussy is doing to me. Every time. Every single time it destroys me. You’ve ruined me, woman!”
“Me too! Ryker, please.”
“I know what you need. I’ll always know what you need. I’m the only man who will be able to give it to you. Do you hear me Emersen? I am the only one who can give this to you.”
Reaching around, I rub her clit the way that makes her tremble. She flies apart seconds later, and I follow behind her immediately.
Eight
Emersen
“ Stay here baby, I’ll be right back.” He says after kissing me on the back of my head. As soon as he slides out of me, the warm trickle of our combined release drips down between my thighs. He comes back after a few seconds and cleans me up with a warm washcloth.
He taps my thigh, “Spread your legs babe.” He cleans between my lips, and I wince at the rawness that’s left behind from our wild fucking.
“Damn, I’m sorry baby.” He croons.
I hiss at the feel of the warm rag on my tender flesh. “It was worth it, trust me.”
He blows on my lips and kisses me there tenderly before pulling my pants up my legs and buttoning my pants for me.
“Let’s get going, babe. I want to drop your car off by your place before we go back to the house.”
“I have my car here Ryker, you don’t have to drive me home. I never said I was going back to your place, we didn’t even talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. You’re my woman. That means you sleep with me every night. Whether it’s at your place or mine, you’ll be next to me when you close your eyes tonight Emersen.”
“I have work in the morning. I can’t stay up all night having monkey sex with you. Don’t you have things you need to do before work tomorrow?”
“Why, don’t you want to sleep next to me? You did it last night and snuggled your perfect ass up to my dick, real close like.”
I smack him in the chest with the back of my hand. “I didn’t know what I was doing you ass. Spending the night is a big deal! We’ve known each other for a day Ryker. I need a minute to catch my breath on this marathon we’re running.”
“What time do you need to be at the hospital in the morning?
“My shift starts at seven,” I hedge, not knowing where he’s going with this.
“Perfect. I gotta be to the job site at 6:45. Let’s grab a few of your things, then you can follow me over. We’ll make dinner and chill. No pressure, no monkey sex. Besides what you might think little girl, I like my quiet time too. You will drive to work from my place in the morning.”
“You missed what I said, didn’t you?”
“Didn’t miss it beautiful, just remembered the parts that made sense.”
I rub my forehead trying to think of a reason why I shouldn’t do this, besides the obvious.
“Sure, why not. I’ll just meet you at your house, you don’t need to follow me over.”
“Yeah, that’s a negative. If you didn’t have your fucking car, you’d be on the back of my bike.”
I glare, but he just grins, like everything is right in his world.
“You ready?”
I answer with a one-shoulder shrug. He smiles wide and laces his fingers through mine. He pulls me through the bar towards the parking lot. We pass Chelsea on the way out, and she looks bummed. I don’t know whether to hug the girl or to be pissed. Either way, I can’t help but wonder if maybe Chelsea was right. I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.
When he puts me into my car and buckles me up, I’m even more confused. I spend the rest of the ride convincing myself that I can do this, that I can be the girl I saw in the mirror last night.
After getting my essentials and a couple days’ worth of clothes, I follow Ryker to his house. The closer we get to his cabin built in the woods, the more my erratic heart begins to slow. Once his home is in view the doubts that plagued me less than an hour ago are a mere whisper in the deep recesses of my mind. Safe in our bubble I feel free to be who I am without the judgment of others. Why do other people matter? Why do I worry so fucking much about what the world thinks about me? Because my momma raised me better than that. Plain and simple, I give a fuck .
My momma got sick when I was eight, and before my next birthday, she had gone to heaven. Stew never wanted me as a daughter. I was the baggage that came with the woman he loved. With a broken heart, nothing was tying him to me anymore. Less than two weeks later I was tossed out like the trash and put into the system. I bounced around from foster care to foster care and ended my minor years in a girl’s home.
It was a great place considering it was run by the state. They cared about how we turned out and what we were going to do with our lives. A woman I grew close to, Amy, encouraged me to apply for scholarships so I could get an education. I was surprised when I actually got a full ride with a little extra to help out. I still had to work the whole time I went to school, but having that support was a blessing I will never forget.
I park next to his bike staring straight ahead, not looking at him. I feel him staring at me. I know he’s there, watching and waiting for me to make my move. I need these few minutes. What am I deciding, what do I agree to? Why does it feel like I have to
make a lifetime commitment to this man when I only just met him? Because we already know. In less than twenty-four hours, we know every vital part that matters. We don’t have the history, but I see his soul.
