Snake (The Road Rebels MC Book 3)

by Savannah Rylan

  Because if things happened the way I imagined, I wasn’t going to fuck the shit out of Laiken with all the other guys sleeping in rooms next to us.

  “Jace? You here?”

  Laiken’s voice filled the house, and I got into position. I opened up my bedroom door and sat on the edge of the bed as Laiken’s footsteps came up the stairs. I pulled the ring out of my pocket and twirled it in my lap, my head bowed as I studied the diamond. It was a ring my grandmother had gifted my mother, but because the ring was more beautiful than the one my father proposed with, he didn’t like her wearing it. It was a family heirloom. Bordering on an antique. I had it professionally cleaned in town, and it glimmered like I had purchased it yesterday.

  I heard Laiken stop at the door and gasp as she took in the room around her.

  I had purchased all sorts of electronic candles. Yellow and red and light blue glowed around the darkened room. There was a hot bath with vanilla-scented bubbles waiting for us in the bathroom and freshly-cleaned sheets ready for our juices. I slowly raised my gaze to Laiken as I took her in, studying the dress she had put on for the evening.

  That had been my only request of her. A dress with no panties underneath.

  “Jace,” she said breathlessly. “What the fuck is all this?”

  I chuckled as a grin crossed my cheeks, but I stayed silent as I slid to the floor. Her eyes were on me as I got on one knee, her hands flying to her lips. I held up the ring with my head bowed, trying to collect my thoughts. The speech I had rehearsed had suddenly left my mind, and the only thing I had left was the truth.

  And if there was anything Laiken deserved from me at this point, it was the truth.

  “Laiken, you are the wildest woman I’ve ever met,” I said. “You are sexy, smart, kind, and compassionate. I don’t deserve you… not even close… but I’m hoping you will consider what I’m about to ask you.”

  I heard her draw in a shuddering breath as I raised my eyes to hers. There were tears in her eyes and a smile upon her cheeks. I clenched my jaw and studied the trail of tears trickling down her skin. Leaving reddened trails behind as my chest constricted with emotion. This woman had me all twisted up inside. She broke down my walls and made me feel weak. And within that weakness, I’d never felt more like a man than when I was in her presence. In her arms.

  Between her legs.

  “Our worlds are different, but our souls are the same. There is no other woman for me. Not by a fucking long shot. And trust me, I tried to find her,” I said.

  “I’m sure you did,” she said in a whisper.

  “I know we have so much shit to work through. With the Saints, and your job. But I want to work it out all with you. Laiken Riley, will you marry me?”

  I held the ring up to her, and she took it between her fingers. I watched her slip it onto her left hand as my heart thundered in my ears. Her eyes danced along the sparkling ring as her hands reached down for my shirt. Then, she fisted the material and pulled me up to her lips.

  Our tongues collided in an electric tango of lust. Her lips were pillowy soft and tasted of the cherry blossom lip gloss she had painted them with. Her fists pulled me closer as my arms cloaked her back, and I could feel her nodding against my face.

  Our foreheads rested against each other’s as our lips broke apart, a smile crossing her cheeks.

  “Yes,” she said. “I will marry you, Snake.”

  Our eyes connected heavily as my hands grasped her ass. I picked her up effortlessly, listening to her gasp with surprise. Hearing my given name drip from her lips during such an important time in our relationship told me she accepted me. All of me. Every facet of me. It told me she wasn’t just marrying Jace, the young boy she met in college. She was also marrying Snake, the burly, unrestrained hot-head that rode with The Road Rebels.

  I could not have loved her more at that moment if I had tried.

  Pressing her to the wall, I bunched her dress up to her waist. I could feel her heated pussy radiating against my cock. I pinned her with my chest as I pushed my pants down, then pulled out my dripping cock. One look at her in that dress and I was done for. She could smile at me from across a room, and my dick would rise for her. I slid the head of my cock along her wet entrance, listening to her gasp as I played with her clit. I teased her to moans, her hands gripping into my back. Her body shook for me as my cock slid to her entrance, then I pushed in and encompassed her lips with mine.

  I set a furious pace, fucking her imprint into the wall. Her legs locked around me as my lips ravaged her neck. She whispered my name and moaned with every undulation her body made against mine. I pressed the fabric of her dress into the wall, gaining leverage with my legs as I drove further into her body.

  “I love you, Jace. Fuck… I love you… so… oh, shit.”

  “That’s it. Let it wash over you. Let my cock paint your body.”

  I pounded into her hips, feeling her entire body jumping against mine. Her tits pressed deep into my chest, and her thighs jiggled every time our hips connected. She was dripping all over me. Down my balls. Coating my thighs. I pulled down her dress and sucked on her breasts, leaving marks on her skin she would cover with her uniform the next day.

  I wanted her walking into that fucking police station with evidence of The Road Rebels underneath.

  I could feel my balls pulling up into my body as her pussy clamped down around me. Her grip on my back became stronger and her moans because louder. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and her legs began to quiver, and I knew she was close as I reached for her ankle.

  I folded her leg up to her chest as her eyes flew open, and the moment my tight curls raked against her clit she was done.

  “Jace! Yes! Oh… fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes. I’m coming. I’m coming. Oh… shit!”

  I planted my face into her neck and groaned. I thrust deep into her body, sliding against every sensitive part of her. Her walls fluttered around me and pulled me in deeper, pressing our bodies as close as they’d ever become. Sweat was gathering underneath my shirt as my cock twitched, my hot cum painting her walls with my scent. Laiken clung to me, her lips peppering my neck with kisses as she shook within my grasp.

  I felt her smile into me, and I felt like I was floating. Even with all we had been through, I could still make her smile as I wrapped her within my arms.

  “Fancy a bath?” I asked.

  She giggled as I slowly pulled away from her, feeling our intermingled juices trickling from her body.

  “Yeah,” she said, panting. “I think I could do with a bath.”

  “Then, allow me.”

  I tugged her dress over her head and found she wasn’t wearing a bra either. I groaned at the sight of her bare tits, her nipples pulled to painful peaks. I reached down and wrapped my lips around one as she groaned, collapsing at the knees. I wrapped my arms around her and caught her before she could hit the floor, then picked her luscious body up and held it close to mine.

  “I’ll never get used to this,” she said.

  “Used to what?” I asked.

  “The fact that you can pick me up.”

  “And I hope you never do. Because I love the little gasp that leaves your lips when it happens,” I said.

  I carried us into the bathroom and lowered her into the bath. I stepped back and surveyed the scene, her shining skin underneath the numerous bubbles. I stripped as she rolled her eyes over me, her eyes taking in my chiseled muscles I kept toned just for her. I knew she loved running her fingers over them. She loved sinking her teeth into my strength. I kept them up just for her. Just so I could see her eyes shine with lust whenever I got naked after a long day with the crew.

  “I’ll never get used to that either,” she said as she licked her lips.

  “Good,” I said. “Because I plan on devouring you every night.”

  “Then get on in here, hot stuff. The night’s just beginning.”

  She lifted her leg out of the water, and I watched the water drip off her curves. I s
tepped into the steaming water and sat down, feeling her wet skin sliding against mine. She maneuvered herself, so she was between my legs, with my cock growing against her back.

  “You’re insatiable, aren’t you?” she asked, giggling.

  “Only when it comes to you, love. Only when it comes to you.”

  “I love you, Jace,” she said as she leaned into my chest.

  “I love you, too, Laiken.”

  “We’ll get them. You trust me when I say that right?”

  I dipped my lips to her neck and nipped at her salted skin.

  “With my life,” I said. “I trust you with my life.”

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  Cade (The Black Angels MC)

  by Savannah Rylan

  Chapter 1

  Harper

  “Harp! Catch!”

  I snatched the beer bottle out of thin air before I popped the top. The alcohol flowed down my throat effortlessly, leaving behind a sting that matched the bruises on my hips. Cade’s hands were around me, holding me close as I chugged the beer down. I wanted to wash away the taste of my former life as the leather-bound shorts I wore wrapped around me tightly.

  “Those shorts look fucking hot on you,” Cade said.

  “Ya think?” I asked, winking. “Figured you’d like them.”

  “Oh, you figured, huh? And how’s that?”

  I tossed my beer bottle and turned around in his arms. I threaded my arms around his neck and crashed my lips into his, feeling the warmth of him underneath me. His hands helped me onto his bike, our tongues dancing like wildfire as he struck up his bike.

  I clung to him tightly as we rode off down an alleyway coated in darkness.

  I felt so free during that biker rally. Like I could be my true self. Happy and carefree. Sassy and strong. There was no one there to well me what I was supposed to be doing or how I was supposed to look. No one was coaching me on how to talk or trying to get me to put makeup on. My father wasn’t chirping in my ear about lady-like tendencies, and my mother wasn’t trying to stick me in ruffled fucking dresses.

  I loved that place, and I didn’t want to leave.

  I graduated from The University of New Mexico six months ago. My parents were pushing me to go to law school, but I convinced them to let me take a year off. They were against it fully, with my father being screaming angry at the idea. But when I offered to help with his election campaign for Mayor of our small little town, he seemed to warm up to the idea.

  He thought to make the campaign efforts a family affair would boost his poll numbers.

  At the biker rally, I wasn’t the daughter of Ryan Thomas. I wasn’t the prim and proper college-educated daughter who could do no wrong. I didn’t have to mind my manners, address anyone with any ounce of respect, and I sure as hell didn’t have to keep my mouth shut. My pencil skirts and tasteful heels were traded for leather shorts and roughed up boots, and the wind that whipped through my hair on the bike of a motorcycle gave me my own personal definition of ‘freedom.’

  I partied how I wanted, I flirted with whomever I wanted, and no one was judging me for spreading my legs with carnal desire.

  Cade had been fantastic. Hot as fuck with a body that left me breathless. His rock hard abs matched his strong shoulders, and he tossed me around in bed like I was nothing but a ragdoll. I had my hair pulled while he called me all sorts of disgusting names that fluttered my pussy and warmed my skin. His green eyes penetrated me every single time they landed on me. His brown hair fell in his face, shaggy and soft despite his chiseled demeanor. I couldn’t get enough of his body that weekend, and when the rally ended I found myself missing him.

  I loved every second of that man. From his protective attitude to his gravelly voice to his calloused hands that gripped my tits a little too tightly. The way he marked my body as his own with his teeth and the palms of his hands haunted me for weeks. His throbbing cock filled me in ways I’d never experienced. The men I had been with before him were boys compared to the girth swinging between his chiseled thighs.

  And oh, how he loved sex on his bike.

  He’d ride me into dark alleys and take me right there. He’d bend me over it or sit me right down onto his lap. His cock would stake me, causing unearthly moans to fall from between my lips. He would bite into my shoulder before licking the marks he caused, bringing me pain before soothing me into a heady orgasm that left me breathless.

  That was what Cade was.

  Breathless.

  I knew I’d never see him again, but I kept up hope. Bike rallies happened multiple times during the year, and I had planned on going to the next one. I was already setting up a hotel room and transportation as well as planning outfits. I was dreaming about Cade and those lips of his. How they wrapped around my clit and brought me to endless orgasms that left my body begging for mercy.

  But all my plans were halted when I found out I was pregnant.

  Now, I was sitting up at night wondering where he was. The heartburn was becoming unbearable, and it was getting harder to eat. Our little boy was jumping around on my bladder, kicking the shit out of it whenever he got restless.

  A fighter, just like his father.

  Now, I was a pariah to my family. Now, I was a nuisance my father had to spin for the media. Now, I was the charity chase my parents had to take on. The fallen college graduate who had big plans in front of her before they were destroyed. Now, I had to stand by my father while he made me a point in his speeches. While he campaigned underneath the assumption that he would always be a family man and love his family no matter what.

  Even though he berated me for my choices behind closed doors.

  I slid out of bed, allowing dreams of Cade to slip into oblivion as I went to get some milk. I had to get this heartburn to stop. Otherwise, it was going to make me sick. I was gaining weight every week, two to three pounds each time I turned around. This pregnancy was kicking my ass and the farther I got into it, the more I thought about him.

  I wondered if Cade would stand by my side or if he would cast me out like my father. I wondered if he would hold me close at night and get me milk whenever my heartburn became too much. I wondered if he would be angry with my father for how he was treating me. How he was isolating me from the world, not allowing me to leave without an escort, and constantly telling me how foolish of a girl I was.

  Maybe I had been foolish, and maybe I had been selfish, but I wouldn’t take back that rally for anything. Even with the outcome being what it was now, that weekend was the freest I’d ever felt. I was out from underneath my father’s thumb, I was out from underneath my mother’s prying gaze, and I was free to be who I wanted. I was free to drink what I wanted and eat what I wanted and wear whatever the fuck I wanted.

  I clung to those memories as I laid in bed at night, crying myself to sleep while holding my five-month pregnant stomach.

  I wondered what he would think if he found out I was pregnant. Then, I found myself hoping he never did. Though my dreams whisked me away into his arms at night, I woke up relieved he didn’t know. I knew enough about men to know that something like this was never good. Wild men stayed wild at heart. They never settled, they never stopped, and they always consumed. In the back of my mind, I knew there was another woman right behind me. Another woman willing to spread her legs for that rippling body of his at the next rally. I knew I was nothing but a notch in that man’s belt.

  But it didn’t stop me from hoping that he thought about me like I thought about him.

  Either way, it didn’t matter. He was living his life, and I was living my nightmare. He was out riding with the wind in his hair while I watched the wind blow through my childhood room window. He was traveling and drinking and laughing it up with friends while I laid here in the confines of my room, begging for permission just to go into town.

  Maybe one day I could experience freedom again like I had that weekend.

  Maybe one day I could be happy
again.

  Chapter 2

  Cade

  “We got a job?” I asked.

  “Yep. It’s why I called ‘church,’” Doc said.

  “Who’s in deep shit this time?” I asked.

  “No one,” Vex said. “Ryan Thomas wants protection at his rally tomorrow, though.”

  “The man running for mayor?” I asked. “Why?”

  “Who the fuck cares?” Blade asked. “He needs protection; we give protection. The rally’s tomorrow at one.”

  “Doc, I thought we didn’t get involved with political shit,” I said.

  “No, you just don’t like getting involved with political shit, so I keep you off those jobs. But this time’s different,” Doc said.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “He received a death threat geared towards his pregnant daughter,” Ink said. “Wants protection since his entire family’ll be up there on stage, including her.”

  “His daughter gets a death threat, and he wants her on stage anyway? Sounds like a winner father. She screw a shithead or something?” I asked.

  “Again, don’t know. Don’t care. He’s paying us a pretty penny to do it, so we’re gonna be there at noon to set ourselves up,” Doc said.

  “Why aren’t the police involved if it’s towards a pregnant chick?” I asked.

  “Why the fuck you got so many questions?” Ink asked.

  “Because he doesn’t want this shit plastered all over the news. About the death threat and shit,” Doc said. “Look, Cade. If you don’t want to take this job-”

  “I just want specifics! Get off my dick,” I said.

  “According to Mr. Thomas, who I talked with yesterday, his family doesn’t know about the death threat,” Doc said.

  “You’re shitting me,” Blade said. “His own damn daughter doesn’t know about the threat against her?”

  “I don’t think I’m voting for this guy,” Vex said.