This needs to be fucking dealt with right now.
I drove down to where I knew there was a field with decent tree coverage so we wouldn't be able to be seen from the road. I pulled off and drove us down to a nice shaded spot.
“What are we doing?” Raine hollered to me.
I killed the engine, readjusting my pants. “I need you right the fuck now, babe.”
She hopped off the bike and ripped her helmet off, grabbing the sides of my face. “Thank fucking God.” She breathed before locking her lips with mine.
I dug my fingers into the soft flesh on her hips as a low growl came from deep inside me. “I fucking love you, Raine.”
She panted. “I love you too, Ryder. Now show me how much you fucking mean it.”
“Get your damn jeans off right now.”
She didn’t hesitate, throwing off her sneakers and shimmying out of her skintight jeans as fast as she could. I gripped her sides, spinning her around to bend over my bike. “Get that ass in the air, babe.”
She moaned as I smacked her bare butt harder than I ever had before, leaving a nice red hand print that started to rise a bit. “Like that, baby?” I whispered, leaning over her as I let my fingers start to play between her slick folds.
She moaned from my touch. “I love anything you do to me, babe. Fucking claim me.”
Her words shot into me, lighting a fire I had never felt before. She was fucking mine and I was going to ruin her for any other guy. After that very moment, Raine Hellock would never be able to think of having another dick inside her.
I dropped to my knees, forcing her legs to spread so I could get my tongue flat against her sweet bud. Right as I started to explore her wet opening, her knees started to shake as her hips bucked against me.
“God, I love it when you ride my face, babe.” I sucked a little harder, teasing her opening with my tongue, barely letting it plunge inside. Her soft moans and trembling body cheered me on while I felt her get wetter.
“I’m going to fucking come.” She screamed while her entire body exploded into tremors of euphoria.
“Fuck, babe. You’re so damn sexy.” I gripped her ass as I got back to my feet.
I slid my thumb slowly into Raine’s dampened pussy as I freed myself, finally getting relief from that zipper.
Bending down to get closer to Raine, I knotted my fingers into her hair, bringing her head up to me. “Tell me how much you want me.”
She exhaled slowly as I rubbed the head of my dick over her pulsing clit. “Ryder, I fucking need to feel you inside me.”
“Beg for it.”
She cried out a bit as I pressed ever-so-gently against her opening. “Oh, fuck, Ryder. Please fuck the shit out of me.”
One hand gripped onto her hipbone, the other still knotted in her messy hair. I thrust into her, forcing my dick in as far as her cunt would let me.
Finding my rhythm, I growled. “Damn it, Raine, your pussy is incredible.”
Her body continued to respond with shaking and uncontrollable groans as I quickened my pace. “I’m getting close babe.” I hissed, trying to wait as long as I could.
“Fucking come for me, Ryder. I want to feel your cock pulse inside me.”
That was it, game fucking over. I completely lost control to the most intoxicating climax of my life and the way Raine’s body responded to it sent me over the edge completely. She cried out as her pussy clenched around my shaft, trembling under me, pressed against my Harley.
Best. Fucking. Sex. Ever.
I gently kissed Raine’s cheek, sliding my cock slowly out of her. “You’re stunning, you know that?”
She looked over her shoulder to glance back at me. “And you’re addicting.”
Raine
Ryder and I rushed through my front door without a minute to spare.
“That better be Raine busting in here at six-oh-one.” I heard Crickett call from the kitchen.
“Hey, my watch says six on the nose,” I yelled back, throwing my jacket up on its hook.
Dad came in from the back room and shook Ryder’s hand. “Staying for dinner?”
It was so weird to see them getting along like this, but I couldn't have been happier about it.
“Yes, sir. If you’ll have me.” Ryder followed me into the kitchen and grabbed all four of us beers from the fridge.
“Why don’t you call up your old man and see if he wants to head over too?”
Ryder agreed and walked out the back door to make the call.
“So how was your afternoon?” Crickett raised an eyebrow at me while my cheeks got hot.
I tried to play it off with a shrug to the best of my abilities. “We went on an awesome ride through the country. It was pretty incredible.”
My dad chuckled a little. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s not all the riding y’all did.”
Crickett smacked my dad on the side of the head while I died a thousand deaths. “What the ever loving fuck, Abel?”
Ryder walked back into the kitchen to see me doubled over laughing nervously, my dad stunned like a deer in Mac truck lights, and Crickett shaking her head.
“I feel like I missed something.” Ryder’s deep green eyes darted around the room.
I grabbed his hand. “Please don't ask. Is Holt coming?”
He nodded. “Should be here in about ten. He was just finishing up with the brakes on Red’s bike when I called.”
Dad grabbed his pack of smokes out of his flannel shirt pocket. “Perfect. Need a smoke, Ryder? I sure as hell do after that little moment I just had with my girls.”
Ryder still looked confused as shit as I waved him off. “Go on. I am telling you, you do not want to know what just happened.”
Chapter 7
Ryder
Weeks rolled by and I felt fucking on top of the world. Everything with the club seemed to be running smoothly, Raine was doing great, Abel was staying off my back, and work was slammed with fun ass projects.
“Hey, Ryder,” Jesse called from the office.
“What’s up brother?” I started to wipe the grease from my hands, making my way up to the front of the shop.
Jesse was standing in the doorway, talking to a guy with another MC’s cut on. “This dude says his buddy is here with him to check out Holt’s bike that he listed for sale. Is it still available?”
I realized the guy was wearing a fucking Sinners’ patch on his chest. His tattoos looked really familiar but I couldn't place the dude.
I crossed my arms. “It is, but not for someone that can’t show a little more respect.”
“Do we have a fucking problem here?” The Sinner glared at me, taking a step forward. “I have cash, you want to sell a bike, what’s the deal?”
Jesse and I both put our hands on our concealeds. I took a sharp breath in and let Jesse answer. “I have a problem with the lack of respect you’re showing to this establishment.”
Couldn't have said it better myself.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Red peek around the corner and figure out that we needed a little more backup than just him. He ducked away with his phone to his ear already.
“Can I check out the bike or not?” Dude took another step forward and I saw his buddy start to walk up from where he had been leaning against the bike his old lady was straddling, leaving her to watch their motorcycles.
“You know what, sure.” I pointed over to my old man’s hog. “Let’s check it out.”
Jesse stood by the door, keeping an eye on the situation while I walked outside to show the two Sinners what they were wanting to see.
We started talking numbers and specs until their attitude changed and I realized that the humming of at least ten bikes was getting louder and louder.
“What the fuck?” The second Sinner pulled his gun out of its holster and had the hammer back in seconds. Unlucky for him, Jesse and Red were both waiting for that shit to go down and he fell to the ground just as fast as the banging noise that exploded from Jesse’s Beretta.<
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The dude with all the America tattoos up and down his arms hopped on his bike with his old lady, hauling ass down the road.
Abel, followed by a bunch of Unacceptables, chased after them, opening fire on the two as they made a very narrow escape.
Jesse and Red trotted over to me.
“You all right, Ryder?” Jesse slapped me on the back as I stared down at the Sinner bleeding out at my feet.
I shrugged. “Better than this dude.”
Red snorted. “That’s for damn sure. Now we have a mess to clean up.”
The two older members eyed me down; I had no other choice. “What am I supposed to do with him?”
Right then, Abel got off his bike, pulling off his helmet. “Cut him up, mix some cement in a cooler, and toss that son of a bitch into the lake.” The coolness to his voice was unhinging, but it was a solid plan. “Just don't be late for family dinner tonight. You know how Raine and her mother get about us being late for dinner when there isn't a good excuse.” Abel winked and made his way into the office to make his usual calls to order more inventory.
After doing all the club’s dirty work and cleaning up from my overly eventful shift at the shop, I was finally able to text Raine back.
Me: Hey babe, how’s your day going?
Raine: Pretty good. What time are you getting off?
Me: Just got out of the shower. I’ll be heading over soon.
Raine: Good. I’ll order the pizza and I have Dirty Dancing all ready for your viewing pleasure.
Me: You’re lucky there’s going to be pizza.
Raine: I’ll make it worth your while, babe, don’t you worry.
Me: Oh, I have no doubt. Anchovies and olives, please.
Raine: You eat the grossest stuff.
Me: You never complain when I’m going down on you.
Raine: STFU! That’s different. But yes, you’ll get half of the pizza the nasty way you like it.
Me: Thanks sexy. See you in a bit.
Halfway through dinner, Abel looked at the pizza on my plate. “You really have an iron stomach don’t you.”
I laughed a little, taking another sip from my beer. “My dad eats the same pizza.”
Abel shook his head. “Y’all are some odd apples for damn sure.”
Crickett grabbed Raine’s empty plate, stacking it on her own. “Your father and I have to head to the bar to deal with the books and shit. Will you two make sure Collin eats when he gets home from practice?”
Abel threw his napkin on the table. “That boy is growing and getting home from a rough afternoon of contact football, you should be asking them to make sure he doesn’t eat us out of house and fucking home.”
Raine smiled at her dad. “I’m sure it will be fine Dad, and of course I will make sure he showers, eats, and finishes that paper that he has due.”
“You’re such a good big sister.” Crickett popped another beer open and handed it over to me. “Abel, we gotta run. Holt just texted me again.”
Raine and I finished cleaning up from dinner after Abel and Crickett headed out and then snuggled up on the couch.
Collin walked through the front door while Raine and I sat on the couch watching some stupid girly movie I’d reluctantly gotten talked into seeing. I couldn’t believe someone would name their kid Baby; it was the most idiotic thing I could have ever thought of.
“Hey man, how was football?”
Thank God, more testosterone.
Collin was covered in grass stains and sweat.
He shrugged. “I think Coach might finally let me be a starter in the game on Friday.”
Raine popped up. “That would be awesome! There’s half a pizza on the counter waiting for you. Dad and Crickett are working late again tonight but they should be home before you go to bed.”
“All right. I’m going to get this grime off me. Thanks for the food.” Collin made his way up to his room and Raine kissed my cheek.
“Will you go to the game on Friday? Collin really looks up to you.”
I pulled her in tighter to my side. “You know I will be there.”
I felt her phone vibrate in the front pocket of her hoodie. She checked it and got a little giddy.
“Who’s that?” I asked, trying to not sound nosy, but it was ten at night, getting close to the time that if a dude was texting my chick, I’d be fucking pissed.
“Keira. Her boyfriend is having people over tonight and she wants me to come keep her company.”
“Didn’t she just meet this guy?” I shifted a little. I didn’t know Keira well and sure as shit had no idea who her guy was, but I knew that it all just felt too wrong for me.
Raine shook her head. “They’ve been dating since you saw him at the bar. Keira just moved in with him last week. She said his friends are super nice.”
I couldn’t stop the laugh that let out.
“What?” She shifted to look up at me.
“I just don’t think it’s a good idea to go over to a guy’s place this late in the middle of the week to be around a bunch of people you don’t know.”
“Well, I’m going. My friend asked me to hang out with her and it’s not like anything is really going on here.”
“You’re not going to a party with a bunch of dudes I don't know.”
“Well then just come with me.”
I looked down at my fresh patch; I knew that wasn’t going to be an option unless I brought more guys with me. “Jesse let Keira move in with this dude, just like that?”
“Keira is a grown ass woman, she can do whatever the fuck she wants.”
Raine shoved away from me and my blood started to boil. “I don’t know why you’re getting so fucking pissed with me, Raine. I was just asking a question and verbalizing how not okay you going to hang out with a bunch of random dudes is. You know who your father is right?”
At that she flew off the handle. “Yes, I know who the fuck my father is. I know who you are. I know that I am under a goddamned microscope because of this fucking MC I was born into. I didn't choose this life. This life chose me.”
“And with this life comes rules and shit, Raine. It’s for your own protection.”
“All the rules and the bullshit—I thought you were going to be different. How could I have been so wrong? People are people. I don’t get why a patch on a leather vest changes that.”
Shooting up from the couch, she stormed over to the front door. “Coming?” She grabbed her pack of cigarettes from her purse, flinging the front door open.
“Raine, please don’t be mad.” Digging my cigs out of my pocket, I tried to keep my tone level.
Raine rolled her eyes at me. “Easy for you to say, you’re trying to control me just like my dad does.”
“If by controlling, you mean protecting, then sure as shit I am.” I took a long drag and tried to grab Raine’s delicate hand, but she snatched it away.
“Keira’s boyfriend will be there. It will be fine. I just want to live a little outside of the club and my dad’s world.”
“Babe, I get that, but hanging out with a group of guys like that isn’t a good place to start your rebellion.”
She spun around on her heels, seething. “Guys like what, Ryder? You’re a fucking Unacceptable and you’re trying to tell me to not hang out with a group of people that might be a little sketchy? Way to call that kettle.”
I took in a few long, deep breaths. Raine was really starting to test my patience. “The Unacceptables love you like family. This group of random dudes will think of you as nothing more than a hole to get their dicks wet.”
I immediately knew I’d crossed the line. A loud slap rang out from her small hand connecting with my cheek.
“It’s time for you to leave.” Raine’s hand was gripping the front door she was preparing to walk through and then slam in my face.
“Okay. Just know that I love you and am just trying to look out for you.”
“Whatever. Fuck you, Ryder.”
Raine
&n
bsp; Sitting on a worn-out couch, watching Keira do her second line of coke, I realized that Ryder had been right: this was not a good situation for me to be in. I glanced around the room, eyeing all the guys wearing cuts. Dereck had never worn a cut into the bar before, so I’d had no idea until that moment that he was a damn Sinner.
“Come with me to the bathroom?” I grabbed Keira’s hand, forcing her to follow me.
Once the door was locked safely behind me, I went into a mini freak out mode.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, chica?” Her eyes were slits from the cocktail of drugs she had been consuming for God knew how long.
“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it is the fact that our family is in the rival gang of the one your damn boyfriend is in. Does your uncle know about Dereck?”
Keira sat down on the toilet with the lid shut. “He knows I moved in with a dude. They never met though.”
Fuck. This is bad.
“Okay, well I am going to get the fuck out of here before one of the Unacceptables figures this shit out or worse, one of the Sinners does first.”
“Oh come on.” She tried to grab my hand but completely missed, slapping at my leg instead. “Don’t be such a party pooper.”
I made my way out of the bathroom, Keira following sluggishly. “Thanks for a nice evening.” I waved goodbye to Dereck, but he locked the door before I could make a run for it.
“Come on, honey.” One of Dereck’s friends handed me a bottle of beer. “Don’t run out just yet. The night is still young.” He hooked his arm around my neck, leading me back over to the couch, practically forcing me to sit back down next to my friend.
“Okay, okay.” I smiled, trying to play off how fucking freaked out I was. “I’ll stay for one more beer.”
“That a girl.” The random guy and Dereck both clanked their beer bottles with mine while Keira clapped her hands like a fucking deranged crackhead jacked up on Mountain Dew.
My eyelids started to get really heavy within minutes. “Maybe I need to lie down. I…getting…really…” The last thing I remembered was my head falling onto the shoulder of the Sinner sitting next to me on the couch.
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