His Sweet Treat (Steel Daggers MC Book 1)

by Elisa Leigh

  “Emersen, baby it’s me. It’s Ryker. Open your eyes Emersen. You’re safe love.” She doesn’t stop rocking or open her eyes, but her screams end. The only thing I know to do is pick her up. As soon as she’s in my arms, I carry her bridal style out of the house into the cold air. I kiss her forehead, and a few seconds later she goes limp in my arms and passes out.

  I sit on the curb of the sidewalk with Emersen held safe in my arms. I don’t know how much time passes, but the cops and a paramedic eventually show up. We all give our statements, and while they’re pissed we didn’t call for help to rescue Emersen, you can feel how relieved they are to have Grandy and his guys off the streets for good. We took care of a problem they weren’t legally able to handle. The paramedics look Emersen over. While they want her to go to the hospital, she refuses, telling them that she’s okay, just in shock. They make her sign a waiver, and the more seasoned paramedic tells me to keep an eye on her. I appreciate the gesture, but I’m not stepping ten feet from this woman in the immediate future.

  In all my years I’ve never seen so much death in one room. I don’t know how to feel about the direction the club is headed down, but at least I know it wasn’t murder. I can look myself in the mirror knowing that I’m not a cold-blooded murder. I can face my future children and wife, and know that there’s still a human inside that hasn’t gone completely cold. That means something to me, and I know it will matter to my love Emersen when she eventually gets to her new normal.

  Eleven

  Emersen

  I t’s been five days since I was kidnapped by Grandy’s men and I’m still not okay. Physically I’m fine, nothing was done to harm me, but emotionally I’m wrecked. Ryker hasn’t touched me, like a man touches their woman, since that night. He treats me like I’m about to break and at first, I was, but I feel stronger now. I’ve been quiet. Barely talking and staring off into space most of the time, not wanting to do much of anything like eat or drink.

  Ryker keeps me company, but I fear I’m getting lost in my head. I need to break free, and I need my man to help me. He hasn’t gone to work, staying home with me and making sure I’m okay. I’ve taken a leave of absence at the hospital, not ready to face the world. I’m not sure if I’ll go back. Only time will tell.

  After taking my shower, I walk downstairs and see Ryker in his office. He’s on the phone going over orders and crew assignments. He must be on the phone with Prince because that is the only man he’ll delegate to. He notices me and holds up a finger for me to wait, but I shake my head and walk out of his office. I go to the kitchen and look around, a real look at the state of things around me. Everything is tidy, but it’s missing something. Love, it’s missing love.

  I notice the calendar and I realize that Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Opening the refrigerator and then the freezer and pantry I know we have nothing to host a meal. Before this all happened, that’s what I was planning. I am hosting a Thanksgiving meal this year dammit! I walk into his office with purpose, and I notice he’s still on the phone.

  “Prince, I gotta go. Yeah, talk to you later. Bye.” He hangs up the phone and stares at me, waiting.

  “We need to go to the store. We have nothing to make for dinner tomorrow.” I announce.

  His brows draw together, and his mouth opens and closes a few times before he spits something out. “I didn’t think we were still making dinner. Wasn’t sure you wanted to.”

  “I wasn’t sure either. I’m feeling good today. I need this Ryker.”

  He rises from his chair and stands in front of me. He pulls my chin up, and he looks down at me. I see the battle raging behind his eyes, and I save him the trouble. Rising on my tiptoes, I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him to my mouth. I’m not tall enough, but he gets the hint quick and takes over. He kisses me gently, and after a few chaste pecks he releases me, and I’m left feeling lost. That’s not the man that I love, that’s not how he kisses me. Have I lost him? Was this too much for us to go through? Are we done?

  “Go get ready. We’ll leave in about ten minutes. I have to finish up a few things here.”

  I walk out feeling frustrated and angry tears spill over my cheeks. By the time I make it to the bedroom, I’m pissed. Fine. If he doesn’t want me here, to hell with him. I don’t need to be here. Before I know it all my clothes he had put away in the drawers are in piles on the bed.

  “What’s all the noise about babe?” He says, still in the hallway walking towards the room. I freeze in front of the closet with an armful of clothes, rethinking my rash decision to start packing. When he walks in his tired eyes sharpen and fire burns hot behind those beautiful blue orbs. Oh shit.

  “Rearranging?” He asks sharply, and we both know that’s not what I’m doing.

  “Answer me Emersen.” He barks, and I back up, clutching the clothes I’m holding to my chest. I know he’d never hurt me, but he’s never talked to me this way, and I’m not sure how to read this side of him.

  Glued to my spot, I nod my head slowly, not knowing what to do or say. I know I overreacted and threw a temper tantrum. My heart has seized in my chest, and I feel a deeper fear than I did five nights ago.

  “Yeah, I didn’t think so.” He stalks to me and grabs the clothes I’m holding and throws them on the floor. He sits on the bed and pulls me to stand between his muscular thighs. He grabs my hips and holds onto me hard, and unforgiving. He’s got me right where he wants me, like a lion caging his prey.

  “Were you leaving me Emersen.” He says low, but with an edge that makes me uncomfortable.

  I shake my head no but then nod yes, because that’s what I was doing, even though I wouldn’t have gone through with it. I hate the look of disappointment

  “You won’t touch me like you used to. You treat me like I will break. I thought it was because of what happened, but I put myself out there in your office, and you pushed me away.” I say trembling.

  “I got so mad. And I freaked out okay? I thought you didn’t want me anymore. I mean it’s not like you love me or anything. I thought this was too much.”

  “You don’t think I love you?” He questions and the hurt I hear in his voice slays my soul.

  I shrug my shoulders and beg him silently to tell me he does. He moves quickly and pushes me, so I’m no longer standing between his legs, then flips me, so I’m laying over his lap with my dress flipped up. I don’t know what to expect, but when the first slap hits my butt hard, I cry out in pain. He rubs the sting away with his calloused hand.

  “I love you more than anything Emersen.” He slaps me again on the other cheek but then soothes away the hurt.

  “You are maddening and frustrating. You push all of my buttons and forcing me to rise up to meet your expectations.” He slaps again, then rubs, and the more he hits my flesh and lovingly soothes away the pain, the harder I fall for the complicated man.

  “Pushing me away for weeks now, and I’ve let you because for you this is fast. But for me Emersen, for me it’s moving too goddamn slow. I’ve been waiting for you to catch up and too worried I’d scare you away. I’ve loved you since you turned around in your fairy costume and stared at me for the first time.” He smacks my cheeks again and again. Now I’m craving the sting of his hand and the relief that he offers when he’s done. My pussy has been pulsing since he rubbed away my first spank and my panties are so wet they're sticking to me.

  “I’m going to show you how much I love you. I’ll make sure I get so deep there’s no way you aren’t bred when I’m finished with your pussy. You think I’d spray into an unprotected cunt if I weren't ready to spend the rest of my life tied to her?”

  He rips my panties down my thighs and brings them up to his nose. I’m embarrassed with how wet they are, but the way he’s looking at me, I can tell he’s pleased. Slowly he helps me to stand in front of him, keeping me between his thighs to hold me up. He pulls my dress over my head and then unsnaps my bra. They’re tossed to the side, and I’m bared to him. I stand still and wait for him
to put me where he wants me.

  He leans in and sucks one of my stiff nipples into his mouth. I hold onto his forearms, clawing at his skin, waiting for him to switch to my lonely aching nipple needing relief from his mouth.

  Then he’s standing, and like a rag doll, he’s throwing me on the bad. I’m on my hands and knees, and he’s pulling my ass into the air. I hear his zipper, and his pants fall to the ground. Then he’s rubbing the tip of his dick through my wet lips, and it’s torture giving him all of this power, but I also love every single second of it.

  “Now you’re going to know how much Emersen.” Then he thrusts inside me so far that my ass is snug against his pubic bone and he’s entering my womb. It’s too much. He’s never been this deep.

  “I can’t Ryker. You’re too deep.” I moan as he pulls out a few inches and then pushes back in.

  “I’m not Em. I’m not deep enough. Not until you know. You said you knew, you said you were there with me and that you understood. But you don’t. I’m going to show you the only way I know how.”

  He pounds into me punishingly, and after a few strokes, the pain turns into something dark and forbidden. With every thrust, he’s spanking my ass and then soothing away the pain. The only hold he’s got on me are his hands grabbing the globes of my ass, pushing out of me and then pulling me back, so he gets in just as deep as before. The tight fit starts to loosen the more turned on I become. I feel the flutters of my orgasm begin, and I can’t stop it, but Ryker sure knows how.

  “No…” I moan when Ryker pulls out of me then flips me to my back.

  “Scoot up on the bed Emersen.” He growls out.

  I scoot up, and he’s kicked out of his pants and crawling up between my legs.

  “Do you know now how much I need you in my life?” He positions himself at my entrance and slides into my drenched pussy. He feels so good inside me, taking it slow, showing me with his body that I’m his one.

  He grabs each of my hands in his, lacing our fingers together. He loves me sweet and slow, showing the tenderness that he lacked before. This is about proving his love when before was about claiming me as his. Then I realize what’s missing like the idiot I’ve been.

  “Ryker, look at me.” Immediately his eyes snap to mine and his movements slow. “I love you, Ryker. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to tell you. I was mad that you hadn’t told me, but I didn’t tell you either. You’re everything to me. Everything. Do you hear me Ryk? I love you, every single part.”

  Ryker stops entirely and leans down and kisses me. And just like that everything has changed and is right. Everything missing is now complete. All barriers have been demolished.

  “Thank you for loving me Em. I will treasure your love like I treasure you.” A tear cascades down my cheek, and he kisses it away then nuzzles the side of my face. “You’re so beautiful Emersen. I’m going to spend the rest of my life feeling blessed to have you by my side.”

  All of his sweet words are making me wet. I tighten my muscles around his dick, hoping he gets the hint.

  “Did you need something sweetheart?” He laughs, knowing what I need.

  “Please Ryker, I want to come.” As soon as I say come, he’s thrusting into me again, and in minutes I’m ready to explode.

  “We’re coming together Em. Do you hear me? You can’t come until I say so.”

  I nod and hold back as best as I can. It’s so hard though with him kissing and sucking up and down my neck.

  “Now Emersen. Come now, baby.”

  Together we share the sweetest high. When Ryker pulls out, he snuggles into my chest, and he rubs soothing circles around my navel. “There, that should have done it.”

  “Done what?” I ask sleepily, barely awake.

  “I suspect we should know if our baby is growing inside you by Christmas.”

  “Mmm… I hope so Ryker.”

  The End

  Acknowledgments

  Mary you’ve been my rock through this book and I never would have gotten it finished without you and your encouraging words. Thank you for Beta reading His Sweet Treat and looking it over time and time again. You’re a dollface.

  Jeb, I love you! Thank you for putting up with me as I finished this one.

  Other Books by Elisa

  Panthera Security Series

  Finally, Our Forever 2017

  Keeping Our Forever 2017

  Steel Daggers MC Novella Series

  His Sweet Treat 2017

  Thanking Her Hero Coming Soon

  Their Holly Bell Coming Soon

  Meet Elisa Leigh

  Author of the Panthera Security series, Elisa Leigh writes steamy love stories about men who know exactly what they want from their lady love, that being everything and forever. Her women are a bit sassy and somewhat classy.

  On most days you’ll probably find her teaching second grade and taking care of her husband, son, and kitty, Zuri. Her perfect day would likely include super sweet iced coffee, watching Elementary , and hanging out with her family. Oh, and reading. Don’t forget reading.

  Elisa started writing because she couldn’t find enough books in her favorite genre, ménage. It isn’t hard to find a book about three people hooking up, which is hot, whew! But Elisa was looking for happily ever after and forever and always in ménage novels. While there are some, there just aren’t enough. Toni Morrison said it best “I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it.”

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