Her Ransom: Royal Bastards MC - Miami, FL

by Addison Jane

My feet hit the floor, the towel ripped from around me, and his naked body ushered me inside the shower stall again. This time, with his body blocking the door.

  I was breathing heavily, my anger really building as I looked up at this man who I couldn’t help but fucking want so goddamn badly. He was different, he was assertive, he didn’t put up with bullshit. And not just that, but how he spoke about and treated the club—I couldn’t help but want that too.

  I wanted people to say they would protect me, they would fight for me, they wouldn’t leave me out in the fucking dark on my own. I didn’t have that. I don’t remember ever having that since my mom died.

  Since she gave herself for me.

  All I have is work.

  Aria.

  And my own damn nightmares that just played on repeat.

  Hype took my face in his hands, less than gently dragging my mouth to his. Water streamed over us as he simply kissed me. It was everything I didn’t know I needed. I was angry, furious, and yet, I wanted to sink into his arms and let him protect me from the world.

  It was the storm around him.

  It came and went, and sometimes it destroyed everything in its wake. But then there were times like this when you could sit back and watch the lightning decorate the sky with something beautiful. And the storm we made, it was so fucking beautiful.

  One arm swept around my waist, lifting me with his crazy strength and forcing my legs around him. It was comforting and warm, and for that moment, it wasn’t sexual. It was me in his arms.

  Hype pulled back just slightly, pressing his forehead to mine, the both of us struggling to breathe through the attack of water that was streaming directly over our heads. “Your dad is a fucking asshole,” he growled, surprising me, but also not at the same time. “He agreed to give us the window if I gave you back. But I’m telling you right now, I might not let you go.”

  It stunned me for a second.

  My eyes blinking furiously as I fought to see him.

  That softness was back.

  His eyes turned so soft, melted chocolate that felt instantly soothing.

  “He’s going to get himself in trouble with some fucking bad people,” Hype murmured, his mouth moving up my jaw as I clung to him, just wanting to feel him wrapped around me. “And I refuse to let him drag you into his hell with him.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re so much fucking more than that.”

  And that was it.

  We didn’t talk.

  We stayed in the shower until the water ran cold.

  Our bodies intertwined like nothing fucking else mattered.

  Because it didn’t.

  I had made up my mind, I just didn’t know I had.

  HYPE

  Fucking ringtone.

  “Gamble,” I answered, sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed which was like a fucking rock.

  Nycto needed to upgrade this place.

  I’d usually ignore any fucker who called me this fucking early, but I’d been itching to hear back from Gamble. There was something that felt off about this whole damn situation. I needed someone to give me a little perspective, so I could figure out what the fuck was going on.

  “Hey, Hype. Sorry, it’s taken me a while to find anyone who was willing to chat about your boy.” Gamble was the Royal Bastards MC President up in Baltimore but hadn’t been for long. I was hoping one of the boys from the club might have had a run-in with Jason Calder while he was on the force there. “But I think I found something that could be of interest.”

  I groaned, rubbing my hand over my face. I was fucking tired, traveling back and forth between Miami and Tampa almost every fucking day right now, and it was driving me up the goddamn wall. It was unavoidable, though, just trying to make sure all the shit that was about to happen this weekend was going to go fucking smoothly. “What you got? Help me out here.”

  She chuckled. “Word is Jason Calder tends to get his hands dirty. Mostly drugs.”

  “He’s working with the cartels?”

  “By the sounds of it, more like against them,” she scoffed. “The handful of people who I talked to said he’s been known to accidentally lose half the amount of confiscated product on the way back to the police station.”

  I couldn’t help but laugh because it was so fucking ridiculous. “He’s selling confiscated drugs.”

  “He is.”

  “How the fuck is this man still alive?”

  “Always pays off his debt if he gets caught. Which makes me think he has a backer because these debts, they are not small amounts of cash,” she explained with a heavy sigh. “The crazy part is, I had one of my guy’s check his records… they’re clean. And he keeps getting these new jobs all over the fucking country. Screws up in one city… just packs up his shit and moves to the next. Gets hired straight away. Not a single fucking dirty mark.”

  I shook my head, trying to wake myself the fuck up so I could figure out how any of this goddamn shit made any sense. “All right, let me think on this crap for a little bit,” I replied, pushing off the rock-hard bed and getting to my feet.

  “I’ll keep my ear out for anything more.”

  “Appreciate it.”

  I hung up, tossing my phone onto the bed—noticing the other side was already empty—and stretching, reaching for the fucking ceiling. My body ached, and I couldn’t wait for this bullshit to be done, so I could be back in Miami in my bed.

  Moving Sage out of hers.

  And into mine.

  Or something like that.

  Inhaling deeply, the plan was to head back to the shower and hope some fucking hot water would work out the pains in my muscles, but I caught the smell of something in the air and instantly found myself heading out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen.

  “Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” Nycto was scoffing a plate full of food in front of him with a knife and fork in his hands. My confused gaze moved to Sage who was floating around the kitchen like fucking Cinderella, flipping shit, stirring shit, the smell fucking amazing.

  “The fuck are you doing here so early?”

  He smirked. “Hospitality here is better than at the fucking clubhouse.”

  “So, get better fucking whores?”

  “Why? When I can just borrow yo—”

  “Finish that sentence,” I warned him. “I fucking dare you.”

  Smug bastard just laughed.

  “I’m making breakfast,” Sage answered, not bothering to turn and face me. I stepped around the small kitchen table and Nycto’s smug grin as he shoved a fork full of food in his mouth, and I moved in behind her.

  My hands caged her in, one on either side of her waist so she couldn’t fucking move.

  “The food’s gonna burn,” she warned, stilling but not turning to face me.

  My dick was straining.

  I couldn’t even fight it.

  The poor fucker wasn’t sure what to do.

  Since we’d been here, it’d been a fucking rollercoaster. Sage was still learning, still trying to understand what the hell her place was now. I guess in a lot of ways, it had changed simply because whether I had told Jason I was going to trade Sage for our small window or not, I still didn’t intend on handing her over.

  Not in this fucking lifetime.

  And as far as I knew, she didn’t plan on walking away.

  That being said, this was fresh, new, and a little fucking crazy for the both of us.

  We were always told when you met your ol’ lady, you’d fucking know. It would be like a slap in the fucking face. And Sage, she was almost more like a kick in the fucking balls.

  However much I hated that she talked back, pushed my buttons, and told me exactly what she thought of me without sugarcoating that shit, it just made me want her more. Ol’ ladies, they needed to be strong—they had to deal with a lot of crap. They had to have a level head when things got rough, which Sage had already proved when she saved Sketch’s life and working every day in
a damn disaster zone.

  I wanted my ol’ lady to call me out.

  To challenge me.

  And Sage did just that.

  It was going to be hard to get her to see the same way as me. Until she realized, the daddy that she loved wasn’t the man she thought he was. He was no fucking better than your average criminal. Maybe even fucking worse. I couldn’t be sure just yet.

  “Hype, the food,” she warned again, this time with a sweet, silkiness to her tone that had me pressing my hips forward, drawing a little gasp from her throat. I pushed back. Letting her take that as a warning and rounding the table to sit opposite my friend.

  He raised his brow. “You speak with Gamble?” he murmured under his breath before shoving another fork full of food in his mouth.

  “Yeah, what she had to say was interesting,” I muttered, strumming my fingers on the table. “I don’t think he gives a shit about Sage at all.”

  “You think you’re gonna have problems with the trade?”

  “Big ones. I think he’s gonna try and have his cake and eat it too.”

  “Here,” Sage announced, placing a plate full of food down in front of me and turning to move away.

  “Sit,” I ordered, directing her to my lap.

  She slipped between my legs and sat back on my thigh, her body leaning into mine. I stroked my hand up her leg, grazing my thumb over the inside of her thigh.

  “You came in late last night,” she murmured, her voice sounding a little unsure. Maybe it was Nycto’s presence that was doing it.

  “Nycto scare you a little?” I questioned, instantly watching the heat spread up her neck, flushing her entire face that sweet fucking innocent pink I loved. My brother sat back in his chair, an uncharacteristic grin on his face and his arms folded across his chest. “That why you’re being so fucking quiet?”

  “No.”

  I grinned. “Liar.”

  She turned just slightly toward me, looking down at me with a heavy glare. “Why do you have to be a bastard and push my buttons?”

  “It’s in the job description,” Nycto added before I could even open my mouth.

  Her eyes stayed stuck to me, while her lips pressed tightly shut as my hand crawled further up the inside of her leg until my thumb brushed the front of her panties. They were damp. I started to chuckle, this sexy fucking woman instantly scampering off my lap and stomping off toward the bedroom.

  “Lock the front door,” I told Nycto, pushing my seat back and adjusting my jeans. “Then meet me in her room.”

  My brother shook his head with a silent smirk. Wouldn’t be the first fucking time I’d shared a woman with him.

  “You sure you want to do this with her? I’m under the impression you want this shit to be permanent.”

  Was it that obvious?

  “I do,” I answered, my gut was pretty fucking damn sure. I just needed to show her I wasn’t the fucking bad guy here. I wanted to show her what real fucking family could be, more than the half-ass fucking criminal father was pretending he was. “Which is why I need her to get all her experimenting out before I get too addicted.”

  Because once she was mine.

  She was mine.

  I was sure now.

  Sage was too good for me, but I was going to keep her anyway.

  Because I was a bastard.

  SAGE

  “Stand up.”

  I narrowed my eyes as he stood in the doorway. “Why?”

  “Get. Up.”

  Sucking in a slow breath, I got to my feet, continuing to glare at him. I could tell it amused him. And that made me even angrier.

  “Take everything off. Dress. Bra. Panties.”

  “Hyp—”

  “Take. Everything. Off.”

  The air was getting hotter, my pulse jumping as Hype reached for the front of his jeans, pressing hard against the tightness there.

  I couldn’t say no.

  I wanted to tell him to go to hell, to take a leap off a cliff.

  But the words wouldn’t move past my lips.

  Because as much as I hated his bossy tone and his fucking demands, my body loved them.

  And right now, it was my body in control. My heart seeming to have jumped into the passenger’s seat right beside it. And together, they were about to drive us straight to fucking hell.

  Slowly, I got to my feet, my fingers gathering the hem of my dress and pulling it up over my head before tossing it onto the bed. Hype watched me, his eyes flicking over every inch of my body, studying it, committing it to memory.

  “Good girl,” he praised, taking a step forward as I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor. He reached out, twisting his fingers through my hair and drawing me a little closer. My fingers hooked into the waist of my panties, tugging them down over my ass and letting them fall to the floor. Hype cupped my face. Stepping in, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss not frantic, but slow.

  Torturous.

  I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care, allowing him to swallow each short breath I was still fighting to take. Basically, handing him my life. His kisses consumed me like being doused in gasoline and lit with a match.

  My body was on fire, each little tiny nerve ending felt like it was alive. Each nerve ending waiting for their turn to be touched.

  Suddenly, I felt a hand at my waist, the heat of another body at my back forcing me to gasp for air and pull back from Hype for just a second. My eyes shot open to see those dark, almost black orbs staring right back at me as a stranger’s body pressed against me, his hardness evident through his jeans.

  I stumbled forward a little, pressing my naked chest right up against Hype’s, my fingers gripping his club cut like it was my lifeline. I couldn’t help but enjoy the way his arm circled my waist and anchored my body to his while his other hand caressed my cheek. Soothing me.

  “You want Nycto to touch you?”

  The question sent a flood of heat over me, and I knew instantly my entire body had turned a soft rosy shade of embarrassed. Mostly because just the idea of another man touching me while Hype watched, sent a flood of excitement straight to my pussy.

  My clit began to throb with anticipation, neither men moving an inch until I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat and nodded softly.

  “I’m gonna need you to say the fucking words,” Nycto growled from behind me, his hot breath tickling at the back of my neck.

  “Give him your words, Sage,” Hype ordered, his thumb running over my bottom lip, tugging at it softly. “Tell him. Nycto, I want you to touch me.”

  My tongue swept out, wetting my dry lips and flicking across the tip of Hype’s thumb before I cleared my throat. “Nycto…” I whispered, holding Hype’s gaze, excitement shooting through me when he tugged me a little closer, “… I want you to touch me.”

  “Damn,” the Tampa club president cursed, his hand following the curve of my hip, down and under my ass, where his hand slipped between my legs. Unconsciously, I stepped wide, allowing him better access, my pussy already aching to be touched.

  “My good fucking girl,” Hype praised, dipping his head, so his lips brushed my neck. Two fingers slipped inside me, just as Hype bit down, his teeth pinching the sensitive skin under my ear.

  I gasped, loudly, gripping his cut harder, tighter, and grinding my ass back. “Oh my,” I groaned, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut tightly. My long hair tickled my back, my breathing growing heavier as Nycto began to build a slow rhythm, fucking me with his fingers.

  “Fucking hot bitch,” Nycto hissed while working my body.

  Hype lapped at the painful bite on my neck, his tongue gently soothing that little spark of pain he knew I hated to fucking love. “Take my dick out,” Hype murmured, his lips following the curve of my neck, down to my shoulder.

  I could already feel my legs beginning to shake, Nycto adding a third finger and driving them hard and deep inside me.

  I fumbled with Hype’s zipper, my fingers fighting with the button a
t the top as my orgasm built and built. “Yes… please,” I pleaded softly.

  Hype chuckled, the rumble so deep I could feel it moving through me. “You gonna come already, pretty girl?”

  “I wanna,” I rasped, my legs feeling like they could give way at any moment as the warmth began to spread from my stomach. “Please.”

  Hype suddenly took a step back, and I would have lost my balance had Nycto not caught me, pulling me back against his chest.

  His body shook against me with laughter. “Way to let your woman fucking break her nose, fuckhead.”

  Hype snorted, drawing my attention back to the smug-looking bastard as he stood a few feet away, his cock in his hand and a smirk on his face. “Hey, I just want to be able to see you get her off before I take my turn.”

  His jeans dropped to the floor, and he kicked them to the side, tugging at his long, hard cock as Nycto did the same, a flick of his button, and his dark wash denim falling to the floor. I instantly felt his cock press against me, his long length sitting at attention right between my ass cheeks.

  Hype moved to the bed, taking a seat on the edge, Nycto taking a fist full of my hair and directing me toward him, his other hand sliding up my back and pressing my chest down. I couldn’t help but fall forward, my hands pressed to either side of Hype’s thighs, his length basically tickling the end of my tongue as I gasped.

  “Fuck,” Nycto groaned, sliding slow and deep inside me, my fingers tightening in the blankets of the bed as I fought to hold myself up and take his cock so far inside me.

  “Oh my God,” I gasped, letting out a long moan as he slipped out, then pushed forward a little harder.

  “Fuck, you look so good,” Hype groaned, his hands pulling my hair back into a ponytail. He grabbed it all in one fist, twisting my long red hair around his hand. His other grabbed the base of his dick. “Eyes on me.”

  Nycto pressed inside me from behind, his pace steady and smooth, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, pulling them apart so he could push as deep as possible.

  I’d never felt anything like it.

  There was something empowering but also humbling about having two fucking sexy men working your body. My eyes held Hype’s as he pressed my head down, directing my mouth to his long, hard length. I couldn’t do anything but take it all in my mouth, my hands too busy holding my body up.