Her Ransom: Royal Bastards MC - Miami, FL

by Addison Jane

  Or where you risked running, trying to escape.

  “Guy came at me with a knife while I was drinking with the boys.”

  Weather the storm or run.

  “He was drunk, rambling something about me fucking his wife.”

  Weather the storm or run.

  Hype was everything my father would demand I stayed away from. He was everything they warned you about—Intelligent, charming, dangerous—and yet, it was the dangerous part that I found pulled me in. It felt different to me.

  He wasn’t scary.

  He was safe.

  He was the don’t-fuck-with-me type.

  The type no one would dare come up against.

  I’d spent my life feeling vulnerable, living through nightmares, waiting for that one night when the man who killed my mother decided to come back for me. And for some fucked-up reason, with his damn storm swirling around me, it felt less like danger, less like it was going to destroy me. And more like nothing could touch me.

  I turned, meeting that warm, mysterious gaze. “And did you?”

  “What?”

  “Fuck his wife?”

  “Yeah,” he threw back, a smirk lighting up his face. “But he was there, he just forgot.”

  My mouth fell open, my bottom lip hanging while I tried to fight a smile, and a wave of heat that washed over me, crawling up my neck and lighting my cheeks on fire. I could feel them, they were burning, and I knew they were red.

  It was something I just couldn’t fight. Something I had no control over.

  Once that burn began, my skin flushed.

  “Wow.” He chuckled, slipping off the edge of the bed and taking a step forward. I took one back, matching him, step for step until I hit the one wall between us and the next cubical. He kept coming, his head tilted a little to the side as if he was studying me, examining me.

  Trying to work out just what made me tick.

  Or maybe what turned me on.

  “Always surprising me,” he drawled, pressing his body right up against mine, the hand on his good arm reaching up and curling around the side of my neck. I stretched my body taller, trying to inhale a deep breath so I wouldn’t pass out.

  His fingers were rough, scratching over my smooth skin, delighting my body.

  He was a man.

  A man who wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty.

  And apparently, also, not afraid of a lot of other damn things.

  “You blushed.”

  I wet my lips, pressing them together. “I tend to do that.”

  “You had a threesome before?” My heart stuttered, and I sucked in a sharp breath. I wasn’t a prude, but here was this brooding biker, his hand at my throat, keeping me from escaping as he pinned me to a wall.

  In a hospital.

  Where I worked.

  And God help me if I wasn’t wet as fucking hell.

  “No,” I answered, barely above a whisper. Just admitting it had another wave of heat wash over me.

  His thumb grazed across my jaw, his hand moving up into my hair, pulling it back from my face. He moved a little closer, and I gasped, the hardness tightening the front of his jeans pressing against my lower stomach. “But you want to?”

  Holy crap.

  I swallowed, my mouth opening and closing, my heart racing, and my body temperature about ten times what it should be. My skin was tingling, my mind flashing with all these different scenarios, all of them with his hands on me, touching me, driving me crazy. “Ye—”

  “All right, let’s do those stitches.”

  I jumped, looking quickly to Dante whose eyes suddenly grew wide as he realized just what he’d walked in on.

  “Uh, sorry, I’ll just—”

  “No, it’s fine,” I murmured, looking back to Hype who still had yet to pull his intensely curious gaze from my face. “I need to go back to work.”

  “And you finish when?”

  It was more than a question. I knew in the way my body moved on its own, pushing against him as if already agreeing to anything he wanted without my mind’s say so.

  I wanted him so fucking bad.

  My body was screaming.

  My mind was arguing the point, but even my head was convinced that having him close made me feel different. Protected. Like nothing could touch me.

  “I finish at six.”

  “I’ll wait outside.”

  HYPE

  “It’s cute,” I muttered.

  Walking up the path behind her, a man hands itching to get a fucking hold of that silky looking skin and make it red.

  She laughed softly, dangling her keys, the jingle following us annoyingly up the pathway. “It’s not too bad,” she offered, but I could tell she wasn’t convinced.

  “You don’t like it?”

  “It’s too quiet.”

  I didn’t know what to say. Every moment I learned something new, something different about what made her tick. One moment, she was this shy, softly-spoken soul. The next, she was shoving me down an ER hallway and telling my brother she thinks he likes his balls being fucking squashed.

  She was sweet.

  But she took no shit.

  I couldn’t help but find that combination something I desperately wanted to sink my cock into. Make her moan, then make her scream, the best of fucking both worlds.

  And the fucking threesome? Holy fuck, I didn’t know how I managed not to just bend her the hell over and do her right fucking there. What the fuck was with this woman? Maybe she’d been sheltered by Daddy for too long. I can’t imagine having a cop for a dad would attract anyone but preppy, princely fuckers who were petrified of even running a red light.

  The tropical bushes grew heavier as we walked up the small path to her unit. It was a long building, each connected with a garage in between to separate them, so they didn’t share any walls. If I had to guess, there was probably one bedroom, a bathroom, and a little kitchen and living room that I assumed looked over the water on the other side.

  Modest, but wealthy.

  The front porch had two large palms on either side, keeping its view obscured by neighbors—especially the little lady off to the left who hadn’t stopped peeking out from between her curtains since I’d pulled up in my truck.

  My dick was already hard, just watching her damn hips sway as she walked ahead of me. Sage tugged on a single key, forcing it into the lock and turning it with a click.

  She put it in her backpack, then reached for the handle, her hand covering the cold metal just as I pressed my chest to her back, covering her hand in mine and halting her from doing fucking anything. Sage sucked in a sharp breath, pushing her shoulders back and making herself a little taller.

  I used my free hand to brush her hair from her neck, gathering it in my fist and pulling it to the side before I dipped my head. My lips traced across her shoulders, curling into a smile as they met her exposed neck, and she tilted her head to the side inviting me in. Pleading with me to touch her.

  “You can back out now,” I growled, barely a whisper of air between her soft, supple skin and my teeth that desperately wanted to sink into it.

  Mark it for mine.

  I had no fucking shame in that.

  She shifted on her feet, those sudden nerves I could feel forcing me to pause for a second.

  “I’ll walk away, no fucking harm done,” I told her, somewhat honestly. I would walk away right now if that was what she asked. But the reality was, I needed her, and this was going to be a hell of a lot fucking easier if she felt like she needed me too. “You just say the wor—”

  “No.”

  Her voice was soft.

  Light.

  But sure.

  “So, tell me what you want, then,” I murmured, my hand curling around her waist, testing her boundaries, seeing just how far she would let me go. We were out on her porch, reasonably hidden by bushes and dusk falling but still outside where people could see us.

  Her hand placed over mine, she held on, allowing my fing
ers to slip up under her white button-up shirt, my fingers tracing the bottom of her bra.

  Her breathing was heavy, excited. “I want you to come inside.” I chuckled, pressing a little harder against her back and forcing her to suck in a deep breath. “I mean inside the house, caveman.”

  “Well…” I urged, helping her twist the door handle, “… lead the way.”

  The door swung open, my eyes not even bothering to look around because the instant we stepped inside, she took my hand, leading me directly down a short hallway.

  I was right. There was a single bedroom at the end, the setting, the colors, everything so fucking predictable for a little waterside place in this part of town. It was all terracotta colors and tiled floors with large carpets and rugs.

  She tossed her small bag on the bed and paused.

  Kicking the door shut behind me with my boot, I pulled her to a halt, spinning her body and shoving it hard against the back of the bedroom door. She gasped, lifting up on her tiptoes as I got in her space, pinning her there with my body.

  “Take my club cut off, hang it up,” I ordered, my first fucking priority always my colors.

  They were respected, no matter where I fucking was. I made sure of that.

  Those colors, they were a piece of me, my soul, who the fuck I was.

  They rescued me, gave me this fucked-up but loyal family that I have now. Something that was often hard to find within the people who shared your blood. Our brotherhood, it was chosen. We had no obligations to each other, not like blood relations feel they do. We chose to be brothers, we chose to be family, we picked each other based on the things that meant the most to us.

  Loyalty, respect, and who the fuck has your back.

  Her hands curled over my shoulders, pushing my leather cut down my arms until it slipped off into her hands. I stepped back, and she turned, lifting the heavy leather up over her head and hanging it on a hook on the back of her door.

  It looked fucking good there.

  Staking my fucking claim.

  I stepped up behind her, my hands reaching for her top, gathering the blouse in my fists and tearing hard, ripping every last fucking button off and sending them flying. Her soft laughter pushed me on, this time, reaching for her jeans and pulling them open too, pushing the zipper down before working them over her hips and thighs.

  She stepped in, shuffling them off while still turned toward her door, leaving her in a matching set of black lace panties and bra. The perfectly round curve of her ass had me reaching for my cock, unbuttoning my jeans and just letting them fall to the floor before pulling my dick into my hands while stroking it softly. Admiring.

  Fucking perfect.

  When I spotted a couple of fingers appear between her legs, my eyes opened wide, and I let out a deep groan. “Fuck, woman, you’re gonna kill me before I even get my cock inside you,” I rasped, reaching out and pushing on Sage’s back, forcing her to bend just a little further so I could see her fingers rubbing the outside of her panties, swirling in circles around her clit.

  She was probably soaked.

  Dripping fucking wet and ready for me.

  “You’ve been thinking about this,” I accused, taking a step forward and pulling her hips with my hands before settling my hard, fucking length right over her ass cheeks. “How long you been thinking?”

  She pressed back—eager little bitch looking for it.

  “Since you asked when I finished work.”

  “That was hours ago.”

  “Exactly, so are you going to fuck me or what?”

  Her voice shook just slightly, but fuck, I couldn’t stop the deep laughter that bubbled up, my fingers threading through her hair. I pulled it back, forcing her to stand straight and press further against my chest.

  “Get on your knees.”

  My arm wrapped around her waist, and I moved her, directing her over to the bed and forcing her to crawl onto the soft fucking fluffy covers.

  Once she was on all fours, I slipped my hand between her legs, my laughter growing a little louder and a little darker as I realized just how fucking turned on she was. “You are fucking aching for it,” I teased, slipping her panties to the side and sliding my middle finger right up into her slick pussy. She sucked in a deep breath, her back arching and her ass pressing back against my finger, pleading for more.

  I knew there was fucking something.

  Sage was smart, she was fucking beautiful in a way I couldn’t even explain.

  And to top it all off, the bitch was just aching for some guy to actually treat her the way she wanted to be treated.

  None of this fucking around, none of this sweet shit.

  I pulled out, adding a second finger and thrusting them deep inside her, and she moaned softly, her fingers clutching at the bedsheets. “Fuck yourself,” I ordered, holding my dick in one hand and stroking it as I watched this beautiful fucking specimen push her hips back against my hand, fucking her own pussy on my fingers. “Good girl,” I praised, instantly noticing how she moved a little faster.

  “P-Please,” she whispered, her voice catching just slightly as she worked herself up. “More.”

  A loud thwack resonated in the small room when I brought my hand down on her ass cheek.

  She about leaped out of her fucking skin, and I had to grab her hips to still her for a moment. “Sorry.” I chuckled, stepping in closer and swiping my dick through her wetness as I massaged the now bright red handprint that decorated her ass. When I slipped my dick inside, it was like coming fucking home.

  It fit like a glove, her pussy squeezing it tightly, and her sexy little moans growing fucking louder and louder. My fingers pinched at her hips, harder and fucking harder, sweat beginning to build at my hairline. I wanted to touch the rest of this fucking body, explore it more, see what makes it fucking tick.

  But I figured I had a few hours yet.

  And I was going to take my fucking time with her.

  Taste every goddamn piece.

  Music started suddenly, a cellphone fucking ringing just as my balls we ready to see how fucking deep I could go inside her. The phone stopped a few seconds later, and she sighed happily, tossing her hair to the side and looking back at me over her shoulder. Those eyes, those fucking eyes were staring into my goddamn soul, I swear.

  They were light, sparkling, and fucking alive. “Hype, please,” she moaned again, using her grip on the bed to force herself back against me. “Harder.”

  “Yes, fucking ma’am.”

  Her cellphone, it started ringing again. And for a second, she paused, her head hanging. “I need to check this, just in case it’s important.”

  I froze, holding my hands in the air and watching as she reached for her bag and pulled her cell out. Her head shook back and forth. “It’s just my dad,” she explained, suddenly lighting a fucking fire under my pants.

  “Answer it,” I ordered, pressing harder and deeper inside her. She squeezed the phone tightly in her hand, throwing her head back and letting out this soft little fucking moan. “Answer,” I ordered, leaning in and flicking my finger over the answer button.

  She gasped, pressing it to her ear. “Daddy! Hi! I’m a little busy at the moment.”

  I grinned, reaching for her hair and twisting my fingers in the long, crimson-colored strands. “Yes, Daddy just… exercising,” she muttered back, her voice catching as I drove my cock deep inside her.

  She threw her head back and chewed on her lip.

  My grin grew wider. Yes, Daddy? That had a nice ring to it.

  She swallowed hard, her breathing heavy and uneven. “Can I call you back? Just a few more minutes. I’m almost done.”

  She wasn’t wrong, her tight pussy choking my dick a little tighter as her orgasm built.

  “Ten minutes, that’s it,” I heard him snap sharply on the other end.

  A soft growl building in my throat, not fucking liking the way he spoke to her.

  “Okay,” she agreed, sucking in a sharp breath and dro
pping the phone to the bed, mashing her thumb against the end call button quickly before letting out a sexy fucking groan and flicking her head forward. “Crap,” she cursed, her breathing falling in time with each thrust as I drove my cock deep inside her perfect pussy. “Hype, please.”

  I groaned, moving my hand from her hair down to her shoulder, using it as leverage to pull her back harder. “I think I liked Daddy more,” I taunted while my other hand traced the curve of her hip and over her ass cheek. “Let’s hear it.”

  “Hy—”

  Slap.

  My palm found her ass, the opposite side this time.

  She jumped, but pressed back, letting me know the pain hadn’t been too much. “Damn you!” she cursed on a moan. “Daddy,” she whispered.

  Goddamn, my dick felt like it instantly grew ten times harder.

  “Fuck,” I cursed, driving a little deeper while curling my hand around her stomach and between her legs. My finger tickled at her clit before I pulled back again. “Louder, or I’m not gonna let you come.”

  The little lioness growl that came from her throat was the cutest thing I’d fucking ever heard. Sage probably thought it sounded ferocious, but it was more like a kitten’s purr. She was annoyed and frustrated. She was so close, but she knew I’d fucking pull out right now and leave her wanting if she didn’t do what she was told.

  “Daddy,” she hissed, making me chuckle softly.

  “Try again,” I growled, feeling my own climax begin to build like a fast-moving fucking freight train.

  “Please, Daddy,” she groaned, louder this time.

  I gave in, swiping my finger over her clit, flicking it back and forth. Her back arched, and she threw her head back, that long beautiful fucking hair I loved falling across her tanned, freckled skin.

  “Yes!”

  Fucking Christ.

  “Good girl,” I praised, thrusting harder and harder. Faster.

  Feeling my dick bottom out inside her and knowing that I was filling her to the fucking hilt, moments later, she finally gave in, her tight little cunt spasming around my cock, drawing a long, hard groan from me as I forced myself deep inside her one last time. My body jerked hard as I came, her orgasm sucking every drop of cum from my dick.