Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1)

by Blue Remy

  “Okay dude, I’ll see you later,” John said as he walked away.

  Yeah, John already knew his intent. He would get Marlee back with him and no one in their right mind better get in his way.

  A preppy blond with a polo and a slick grin walked up to the booth.

  Fuck it. He strolled up to stand just behind the blond. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll walk away right now,” Ren warned.

  “Wait your turn, dude,” the blond shot back.

  Marlee gasped.

  “You might want to look at me and re-think that response.”

  The blond polo kid turned. His face immediately drained of color, and his blue eyes grew comically round. He took a step back and held up his hands. “Hey, man. I don’t want any trouble.”

  “Then leave and don’t look back,” he said staring him down.

  He nodded and rushed off.

  Smart boy.

  Marlee blinked. “What the hell are you doing?”

  “This.” He leaned over the booth, tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her to his lips. The minute their mouths met, his dick swelled. Her lips parted as she yielded to him. Blood rushed to his head. His heart thumped against his chest. He tilted his head, spearing his tongue between her lips, exploring her mouth like it was the first time, and staking his claim in front of everyone. They broke the lip lock, surfacing for air. He watched her lift her lids and blink slowly. He reached into his pocket and dug out the wads of cash he had in his pocket. He peeled off a few hundreds, and set them on the counter in front of her.

  “You son of a bitch,” she spat the words out like they were something rotten.

  His face exploded with pain. The sound of a hand meeting his flesh echoed in his ears. He turned his head back to face her and grinned. “You’re done here little girl. You can pack your shit up and leave peacefully, or I can do it for you.”

  She lifted her hand.

  He grabbed her wrist. “Once is all you get.”

  “I’m not some whore you get to pay off.”

  “You want me to throw you over my shoulder and smack your ass before I carry you off in front of the entire town?” He liked her spunk, but he would only let her take it so far.

  “You wouldn’t dare,” she whispered.

  He laughed. “You forget who I am?”

  “I’ve been trying.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “You were the one who didn’t want more, Ren, Not me.”

  “Now, I do. “

  “No.” She shook her head. “You just don’t like the thought of anyone else playing with your toy.”

  “Marlee…now.”

  She disappeared below the booth and shot back up a second later with her purse slung across her body. Her eyes shot invisible fire as she flipped the open sign to close.

  He watched her ass in those tight jeans as she stalked over to her sister’s booth slapped down the money down and returned to him.

  The shock on her sister’s face said everything about the town’s reaction.

  “Hey, you okay?” a burly redheaded guy asked her.

  Ren balled his fists, itching to burn off some of his irritation with a good knockdown, drag out.

  “I’m fine, thank you,” Marlee said, never sparing him a glance as she hurried by him in power-walk mode.

  Ren stalked behind her amused. At six foot four, his stride was damn near four steps of hers.

  His boys hung back amused by the blowout they’d all been predicting for years. They all came from nothing and met in the pen. You get to know one another when you run in the same circles. It was their love for bikes and cars that saved them. When John got out and started up the shop that became their livelihood, he’d given them all something to focus on. They stuck together, forming their own family. It’d been a bunch of wild years, but now that they were getting long in the tooth, shit was changing. Bobby had gotten himself hitched and had a baby girl a few years back. Then Shaun had followed in his footstep a year ago, taking a long term girlfriend and buying a house.

  He and John were the last ones holding down the single life. We used to be. There was no doubt in his mind what his next move would be. “Where you going, Marlee? You know the only way you’re leaving here is on the back of my bike.”

  “And what about my car?” she asked, placing her hands on her curvy hips.

  “One of the boys from the shop will get it,” he said.

  She shut her mouth. Her jaw ticked.

  He loved that fire she had deep inside. It was something she hid well until it boiled over and singed him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to his side. “Much better. We don’t want people thinking we’re not together.”

  “You’re such an asshole.”

  “You knew that from the beginning. You said it was what you liked about me most. That I didn’t care what anyone else thought.”

  “I was a child.”

  “You were twenty-one and persistent. I remember because I tried to leave you alone. You remember what I told you then?”

  “You were no good for me, and once we started, it’d be hard to stop.”

  “That’s right. I knew then you weren’t the type I could fuck and walk away from.”

  “Funny. You did it plenty of times before.”

  “No, we took breaks, we never parted ways.”

  “Yes, we did. You just seem to have forgotten,” she said.

  “You told me you couldn’t stay if things remained the same, so I’m here changing them.”

  “No, you’re posturing.”

  The sadness in her voice cut him deep. He’d done this, made her doubt herself, and what they had. So, it was his job to fix it. There was no one else he wanted long term with other than Marlee. She knew him, accepted his rough edges, and never bitched when he needed his space. The only thing she asked him for was a commitment. Funny, how that shit was crystal clear now. Three months ago, it felt ridiculous and stifling. There’s something to the saying, ‘You never know what you have until it’s gone.’ I’m going to get her back and keep her by my side where she belongs. “You know me well enough to know I’d never put this much time and effort into something I wasn’t one hundred percent about.”

  “No, Ren, I don’t know that. Not anymore.”

  He guided her to his bike and paused. “You’re pissed at me right now. I get that. But you were asking for something I wasn’t prepared to give. So…I thought on it.”

  “No, a few weeks, maybe a month is thinking about it. Three months is giving the firm answer of no. If you hadn’t been here tonight, I doubt we’d even be talking.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong.”

  “Right.”

  “When did you get so damn cynical?”

  “I learned from the best,” she replied.

  “Oh, your sister.”

  She gasped.

  “You want to throw stones? I’m going to chuck them back, babe. I’m not the sit and take it type. I’ve always been up front with you about everything. It’d have been crueler for me to dangle the relationship carrot when I wasn’t sure. I have a lot of things I want to say, but right now ain’t the time or place.” He climbed onto his bike and handed her a helmet.

  She placed it on her head, fastened the strap and climbed behind him.

  When she mounted his bike, the feeling of rightness damn near took his breath away. For the past months, nothing had felt right. He’d missed her. She had a gentle way about her that soothed him. A sense of humor that made him laugh when shit got overwhelming, and an openness that allowed him to trust her in a way he’d never done with another woman. He started up the bike, and she wrapped her arms around him pressing close. The feel of her full breasts against this back and her warm breath on his neck filled in a missing puzzle piece.

  He pulled out of the parking lot, thinking of the things he would say once they reached her house.

  Twenty minutes later, they walked inside her one-bedroom apartment,
and he inhaled the scent of apples and cinnamon. “You been baking pies?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I had a bunch of apples I donated for the Pie Walk, and I couldn’t help but make a few apple tarts for myself since I had a surplus of Granny Smiths.”

  His mouth watered at the thought of flaky crust, tangy, sweet apples with a light glaze.

  “You want one?” she asked.

  She acted so polite it irritated him. “Please.” Two can play this game.

  “Take a seat at the table, and I’ll bring one over.”

  He nodded and did as he was asked. His boys would never believe him being so domestic. He glanced around the house, searching for signs of another male in her life. Maybe she moved on. His muscles tensed, and he ground his teeth.

  Marlee returned and set a tall glass and a tart in front of him. Her phone rang. “And it’s already starting,” she whispered with a sigh.

  “Is that so bad?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why? I thought this was what you wanted.”

  “For the right reasons, when I was sure it would stick. The last thing I need is the entire town seeing me fall flat on my face and fail. I’m going to catch hell for this as it is. We both know it.”

  “What happened to the girl who didn’t care about wagging tongues and harsh opinions?”

  “She grew up, got lonely and tired of not having what she wanted.”

  “And now I’m here to give it to you, babe.”

  “Hmmm.”

  “You don’t believe me?” he asked.

  “I had four years of getting my hopes up Ren. Don’t act shocked that I’m not about to make the same mistake again.”

  “I deserve that. You should’ve gotten better than that from me. All I’m asking is that you allow me to fix that.”

  “How, Ren?”

  “By being the man you should’ve had this entire time.”

  “And it’s that easy?” She snapped her fingers. “Your commitment phobia just disappeared?”

  “No, but my missing you didn’t.” He opened his mouth and choked on the words that wanted to come out. He shoved the tart in to keep his past from spilling from his lips. He’d never gone into detail or explained why relationships made him twitchy. Logically, he knew telling her would make this whole process easier. But his pride kept him silent.

  “You’re not going to let this go until I agree, are you?”

  “Uh-uh,” he hummed shaking his head.

  “Fine, we’ll try this your way. But when I decide I’m done...”

  He nodded his head, letting her think she had the upper hand. It might be his job to show her he was serious, but she could end it when she got enough. The past four years had been about him. It was time he changed that. He finished his tart while taking her in. She lost weight over the past three months. We’ll have to fix that too. He liked her curvy and soft.

  She sank into the chair and sat sideways.

  “What’s been going on?” he asked between bites of pastry.

  “Same old, work, hanging out with Eliza and thrifting.”

  “How the hell did Eliza get you to stand in for her?”

  She laughed.

  The musical sound enchanted him.

  “Oh, that? She had a shot at a lead story out of town. I couldn’t tell her no. It’s a breakthrough for her.”

  He nodded. Eliza was important to her, but there were times he wanted to strangle the girl for getting Marlee into messes. He grunted.

  “What?” Marlee said.

  “Did you miss me?”

  She pursed her lip. “I tried not to think of you at all.”

  He popped the rest of the tart in his mouth and licked his finger clean. “That’s not what I asked you. Did. You. Miss. Me?”

  “Does it matter if I did?” she asked, crossing her arms beneath her chest.

  That’s a yes. “It does to me. I missed you.”

  “You have a funny way of showing it,” she mumbled.

  “I was trying to do what was best for you by staying away to let you find a better man. One you could be proud to be seen with. A man who could give you normal.”

  “And I don’t get a say in what I want?” she asked.

  “Not when I think it’s what’s best for you. Shit girl. I’m old enough to be your Daddy.”

  “But you aren’t.” Her voice was husky, and her eyes darkened to a near black with desire.

  He stood from his chair, walked over to her. He stroked the backs of his knuckles over the petal soft skin on her cheeks and down to her neck. He caressed her pulse point and watched her heartbeat grow erratic. “Were you able to?”

  “Able to what?” she whispered.

  “Forget about me?” He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. Her chest heaved. The rise and fall of her breasts drew his gaze down to the swell of her cleavage. He kissed his way down her neck, nipping gently at her flesh. She shuddered. A small whimper slipped free from her lips. I’m getting to her. He cupped her full breasts, and she moaned. “You didn’t answer me yet,” he whispered millimeters from the flesh above her breasts.

  “I—”

  His tongue darted out to sample her skin.

  “Oh…”

  Her breathy response urged him to continue. He used his thumbs to circle her hard nipples. She shifted in her chair. He could practically smell her arousal. His mouth watered. He bit her nipple through the fabric. She jerked. “You didn’t answer,” he said.

  “No.”

  “Good.” He released her breasts and spread her legs. “Not a day went by where I didn’t wonder where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing. I picked up my phone a million times wanting to hear your voice. You’re an addiction I can’t kick. Shit, let’s be honest. I don’t want to.” He pressed the palm of his hand against her center and rubbed. Her breath shuddered out of her mouth. “I’m the only one who will see you like this. I want to watch you come apart, build you up, and do it all over again.” He continued to massage her through her pants.

  Her head fell back, and her hips began to move in time with his rhythm. Her face was a work of art, carefully painted in passion, surrender, and pleasure. Her full lips were parted.

  Her choppy breathing was music to his ears. He wanted everything she had to offer and more. He wanted to push her to heights she’d never imagined possible. Increasing his speed, he moved in and sucked a supple nipple into his mouth. She cried out, and he knew she was close. He sucked harder, and she bucked her hips. She gripped the side of the chair and let out a strangled cry. He popped the button of her jeans and slid down the zipper. Slipping his hand beneath her silken underwear, he moaned at the wetness that coated his fingers.

  She watched him from beneath lowered lids.

  “You’re so wet for me baby.” He removed his hand and sucked his fingers, devouring her salty sweet taste. “You’re the best kind of candy.” He hooked his fingers in the sides of her jeans. “Lift your hips babe. I need to taste your properly.” She rose up, he pulled her pants and panties down around her ankles. She spread her lips, and he growled at the sight of her neatly trimmed lips, glistening in the light. “So fucking beautiful.” He trailed his fingertip down her slit. She gasped. He could tease her, but right now, he was desperate to be face first in between her legs. He nudged her swollen clit with this nose and inhaled her feminine fragrance. The scent went to his head, and he licked a path up her slippery slit, collecting her sweetness.

  She buried her fingers into his hair, and he thrust his tongue into her tightness. “Oh, yes, Ren.”

  He alternated between thrusts and licks. She trapped his head between her legs and he traced his name on her clit over and over. She fucked his face, and he knew he was home. This was what he wanted for the rest of his life to be surrounded by the woman who gave him everything she was.

  Chapter Two

  Marlee

  She rolled onto her back and stretched her limbs, yawning. Her body felt boneless, and her he
art felt a million times lighter. Ren shocked her. He made her come until she could barely keep her eyes open, tucked her in and told her he would be back tonight to take her out to dinner. Denying himself pleasure, and agreeing to take her to a respectable place did funny things to her insides. They would be seen as more than a dalliance

  He really means it this time.

  Rapping came again from her front door. So, that’s what woke me. Could Mom have already heard? Her father was more laid back. He would take it in stride as long as she was happy, but her mother…She would be scandalized. I am not looking forward to this conversation. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she glanced out the window to the twilight that held the world between day and night. She threw back the covers, swung her legs over the side of the bed, and forced her relaxed limbs into motion.

  I haven’t felt this good in ages.

  It was impossible to hide the smile that pulled her lips back from her teeth. Her man was making good on his long time promises. Maybe, if he worked hard enough and convinced her this would stick, she would tell him what she’d known for years. He held her heart. She walked to the door, peered out the peephole and sighed. Kenna. She opened the door. “I’m alive, accounted for, and alone, in case you were worried,” Marlee said stepping back and letting her sister walk inside.

  Kenna spun on her heel and poked her with a bony finger. “What the hell was that about? Are you so desperate, you’d let anyone touch you?”

  “Ren Savage isn’t just anyone, and you know it,” Marlee drawled, grinning as her sister’s nostrils flared and her eyes narrowed into slits.

  Kenna tossed her hair and huffed. “No, he’s the worst kind of man, and now everyone is putting the two of you together. Tongues are wagging, and I’m sure Mother has heard about it by now. How could you embarrass this family like that?”

  “Wait. Suddenly, I’m the embarrassing one? Oh, this is a role reversal,” Marlee countered.

  “God, you’ve always been jealous of me. I understand why. I mean look at you. All those things you bake have gone straight to your hips, thighs, belly, and ass, and not in a good way. I never thought you’d think you’d sink so low to get a little bit of limelight for yourself.”