Bound by Ravage

by Ryan Michele

  “What, so you’re going to let me actually talk now?”

  Smiling, I answer, “Sure, beautiful, just know some things a man won’t let his woman do for him.”

  She lets out a very heavy breath like the weight on her shoulders is too tough to bear. This makes my gut twist. She doesn’t need to stress about this. I got it, and she needs to know that, but I let her say her peace.

  “Cooper, this is going way too fast for me. Yes, I care about you very much. Yes, I want to be with you. But just jumping into a place together and you taking over paying the bills … That’s just not how it works.”

  “Says who? You got some instructional manual?” ’Cause I sure as shit don’t. They don’t exist.

  “No.”

  “Didn’t think so. We do this the way we want. I want to take care of you. That’s the man I am inside. I don’t want to run your life, or tell you where to get a job, or no, you can’t. Hell, I couldn’t give a shit if you paint our place pink, though it would suck. We’re doing this, and we’re gonna make it right.”

  “Don’t you think this is warp speed?” she whispers.

  I roll off her and pull her body up to mine, our chests inches apart and feet tangled. “This is an eternity compared to my parents.”

  “Oh, come on. An eternity? Exaggerate much?”

  I chuckle at her quick tongue then peck her on the lips. “My father held a gun on my mother the first time they met.”

  She sucks in a deep breath. “No way!”

  “Yep. They exchanged some words, and it got a bit heated. He claimed her right then and there, on the spot, and didn’t look back.”

  Her eyes widen in surprise. “You’re shitting me.”

  “Do I look like I am?” A lone hair brushes against her forehead, and I swipe it off.

  “Holy shit, that’s crazy.”

  Shrugging my shoulder, I ask, “How’d your folks meet?”

  “At a party. My mom came to the club with a friend of hers. She met my dad, and the rest was history … I never thought of that before.”

  “Life has opportunities come and go. It’s if you take them and make them what you want, that’s the key.” And you, Bristyl, are my opportunity.

  “When’d you get so smart?”

  “I’m me. Take me as I am.”

  “Arrogant ass and all?”

  As answer, I crush her lips with mine. She responds instantly, our tongues warring as we move. She threads her fingers through my hair, then farther down to pull the tie out. Pushing her on her back, my hair falls over both of us, putting a shield around us, all the while our lips take from each other.

  The heat in the room begins to turn up as I roam her body, grabbing her tits and touching every inch of her. Her lips rip away from mine, and she gasps for breath.

  Trailing kisses down her neck and behind her ear, she squirms relentlessly under me. With one hand, she pushes at my chest, while she holds me in place by my hair with the other. She doesn’t know if she’s coming or going. Me, I know she’s coming.

  Reaching down, I make quick work of unbuttoning her jeans and reaching below the fabric. It’s a tight fit, but I find her clit and begin stroking. The little nub is hard, but I want it pulsing and throbbing, begging for release.

  “Cooper.” Her gasps are music to my ears.

  I slow down the pace and strum it slowly, lifting her shirt and kissing her waist. Using my tongue, I lick around her belly button, then down to where my hand is, stopping and moving back up. She clutches my shoulders, her nails digging in.

  “You’re gonna come so hard that everyone in this fuckin’ clubhouse will hear you scream my name.”

  She whimpers, “Please.”

  “Not good enough.” Releasing her, I pull off her jeans and underwear, tossing them to the floor. She helps with her shirt and bra.

  As she lays in my bed, blonde hair splayed over my pillows, all I can think is, this is mine. She is mine, always. I want this vision to be there every morning when I wake up and every night when we sleep. This right here.

  Lust, desire, passion, and so much more plays behind those eyes. I’m going to dig it all out of her.

  I kneel on the bed, grasp her hips, and pull her pussy up to my face. She’s at an awkward angle, resting on her shoulders, but she manages. I support her all the way, taking the pressure off.

  Her taste explodes in my mouth as I eat, and eat, and eat, making sure to stay away from her little nub. Without placing my fingers inside her, she doesn’t have enough to get off. Her cries only make my dick harder.

  Opening my mouth, I take her entire pussy between my lips and suck hard.

  “Oh, God!” she screams, clutching the bedding in her fists.

  When I pull away and step away from the bed, her head pops up. “Don’t stop!”

  The laugh bubbles over as I strip down my clothes and grab a condom, holding it in my hand. “Lips on my cock.”

  To my utter pleasure, she moves quickly to the edge of the bed, then to her knees before me. Her eyes flutter up to mine as she grips my cock hard. I jolt from the pressure, then let out a moan. Damn, that feels good.

  I watch with avid fascination as her tongue darts out, and she licks the underside of my cock from base to tip, then swirls the top. It twitches, making her smile. Then her lips surround me, and my knees buckle just a bit.

  Beauty. That’s what this is. True beauty.

  She fits me as far as she can, using her hand to help. Her suction is perfect, and the way she uses that damn tongue … hell.

  Pulling away abruptly, her eyes meet mine. “Bed, now,” I tell her.

  “Is that so?” she taunts, rising gracefully slow to her feet. “Maybe I want to suck you off.” She brings her fingers to my lips, tracing them seductively.

  “Don’t give a fuck. My dick. Your pussy. Now.”

  Hell, I’ve resorted to only short sentences as I slip the condom on my painful cock.

  She falls to the bed, and I follow right behind her, kissing her. In only seconds, my cock is inside her, and her back arches as she tries to pull away, but I hold on tight. I have one mission here … Okay two, and I will succeed in both.

  She spreads her legs apart, and my cock bottoms out inside of her as I hit her pelvic bone over and over. Her body trembles, and she’s right there, right on the brink. I slow, and her eyes flash up to me, anger lighting them.

  “What are you doing? Move!”

  I move my hands to each side of her face, making sure I have her full attention. All the while, my thrusts are leisurely.

  “You my ol’ lady?” With the question, I push in hard and still.

  “Cooper!” she cries, but it’s not good enough. Not loud enough.

  I go slow again, building her up.

  “Answer me.” I push in hard again and still. Her pussy clenches around me, and my balls draw up. Holding off the release is difficult, but manageable.

  “Please?” Bristyl whimpers.

  “Answer.” Another slam and still.

  When her eyes come up to mine, there’s a shine in them that isn’t desire.

  “I’m yours, Cooper. Ol’ lady—whatever. I’m yours.”

  Music to my ears.

  I lean down, kiss her, and then make sure she screams my fucking name loud enough that everyone knows she’s mine.

  21

  Bristyl

  The moment we pulled up to the home, we knew it was ours. Only taking about a day to get all the paperwork signed, Cooper bought—yes, bought—a ranch-style, three-bedroom, two-bath, with a full basement house about a mile from the clubhouse.

  We argued a bit about not buying, but renting. Yet, he won.

  Now that I stand in the living room, with a cream carpet and windows along one wall that go from floor to ceiling, I’m in love. The view is remarkable because it butts up to some woods, and there is an acre and a half around us. In my mind, I picture Cooper and me lying on a couch, just watching the woods. Calm. Peaceful. Happy.


  I don’t know how he got the paperwork done so fast, but what does it matter at this point? The thing that sucks is furnishing this place. Leaving everything back home, I thought I’d get some thrift store finds, but this house is so beautiful, I don’t know if I can find the right pieces.

  I already texted Leah, giving her pictures of each room. She started planning right away. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that there was no way we are designing our kitchen in a fifties diner theme. She can plan, though. It’ll keep her busy, then I’ll break it to her.

  Cooper wraps his arms around my body, pulling me tightly to him. “Saw the way you looked at this place when we walked in. You loved it immediately, no hesitation at all. Now it’s yours.”

  “Ours.” The one word holds so much meaning to me.

  “Yeah, beautiful, ours. You plannin’ on paintin’ the walls pink?”

  “And if I said yes?” I quirk my brow in question, curious as to how he’ll answer.

  “I’ll go buy the paint.”

  I slap his chest playfully, getting a sexy laugh from him. “No, I like the slate color on the walls. It brings out the rock in the fireplace. But I would like to put a fresh coat on the place, just to make it ours.”

  “You got it, beautiful.”

  “I love it when you call me that.”

  His gorgeous smile appears. “I love calling you what you are.”

  “You’re too much, Cooper Cruz.”

  He shrugs. “Nah, I’m just right for you.”

  He is. He’s the perfect combination of everything I could ever want in a man.

  Damn. A chance meeting at a laundromat. Funny how something like that can change a person’s life. Mine is for the better.

  22

  Cooper

  “I got an idea.”

  The table around me is quiet as all the eyes come my way.

  Pops called church early in the day, saying he had some things we all needed to discuss. With everything going on, I haven’t had a chance to talk to my dad about my ideas. It sucks because I would’ve liked his thoughts on it first.

  “Let’s hear it,” Pops orders.

  “Business is good. Really fuckin’ good. But we need to get the money clean. X and Banner can only take so much, and we’re pushing it right now.”

  “Becs and I were just talkin’ about this. Keep goin’,” Pops says, strumming his beard.

  “I’ve been doin’ a shit-ton of research, but it was Bristyl who slapped me in the head.”

  “In more ways than one!” Ryker calls out, and everyone chuckles.

  “Damn right. Alright, she ran storage units for Sinister Sons. Not only would it be perfect if we should happen to need something like that, but it would be a great income. I’d prefer if we kept it cash only. That way, Uncle Sam keeps his nose out of it for the most part, and we can deposit what we need. But if we have to do credit cards, we could do a few, but leave open a row or so of the units, make up rental agreements, and funnel the money that way.”

  “What’d we have to do?” Dagger asks.

  “Find the land and have a company build the units. The people will come.”

  “You make it sound easy.”

  “For the most part, it is. If we vote on it today, I can start looking for places to build that are close to here, but not too close, and get estimates.”

  “How much?” Becs asks.

  “When it’s all said and done, no more than five hundred K, depending on the land costs.”

  “What about security?” Buzz questions.

  “That’d be your expertise. We’d need a surveillance system, of course, but we’d also need some kind of key card or code with a door that only opens to that code, which changes monthly. That way, we don’t have to babysit it all the time.”

  “And what about rental agreements?” Tug throws in from across the room.

  “Bristyl had a phone where people could call. She’d have them meet her at the office to sign the papers. If we let her set up shop in Banner, she can do that from there. That way, people stay out of our shit.”

  Banner Automotive is on the property, but has a separate entrance that is highly monitored.

  “You’ve got this all planned out, son?” Pops asks.

  “Yes, sir.”

  He nods in approval. “Let’s put it to vote. Yea or nay?”

  When the resounding yea’s come through, I sit back, feeling damn accomplished. Now the real work begins.

  “It passes. Coop, you’re in charge of this. Don’t let us down,” Pops announces.

  Damn, that feels good.

  “No, sir. Never.”

  “Alright next order of business,” Pops says, garnering everyone’s attention. “Talked to Regg.”

  The mention of his name doesn’t make me feel anything. He made shit decisions; that’s on him, not me. Even though he’s Bristyl’s dad, that means shit to me after he treated his daughter the way he did. I can only hope with Wolf out of the picture, that changes.

  “Bristyl has no threats. It was all Wolf’s dumb ass. But he’s gone. They have some shit with the Red Devils, but he wouldn’t go into detail. Anyway, all is good, and he wants to meet with his kid.”

  “That’s up to her,” I respond immediately.

  “Understood.” Pops turns to GT and nods. “Your turn.”

  “Had to put Deke in rehab.”

  My fists clench and unclench at this sudden turn of events.

  “He’s into heroin and needs to get clean. It’s a three-month program. I just wanted everyone to know.”

  “Sorry, brother,” Dagger says, slapping GT on his shoulder. Then we all do the same.

  I sure as shit hope Deke gets his act together.

  “It is what it is. Now, we just gotta get him straight.”

  “Tommy’s pushing again,” Pops interrupts, pulling the attention off GT, whose face shows how upset he is about his son. “I’m pushin’ back. No fuckin’ drugs run through Ravage. Weed isn’t a drug in our book. Anything heavier, we don’t touch. Understood?”

  We all nod in agreement.

  Drugs have never been my thing. Pussy and booze, fuck yeah. Drugs only reminds me of the incubator and how I felt as a kid, seeing her high and out of it. No thanks. Control is a must. You don’t have that when you’re hyped up on shit.

  “That’s it. Adjourned.” Pops slams the gavel down, and I again hope like hell Deke can pull himself up.

  “Beautiful, I’m home!” I call out through the empty space, my words echoing off the bare walls. The place is still pretty empty, but that’s changing later today. Bristyl picked out what she wanted, and I got a super-king bed. We both win.

  “Hey, I’m just getting ready to make BLTs. You good with that?” she calls from the kitchen as I step around the corner and lean my shoulder against the wall.

  Gorgeous. Beautiful. There are no other words to describe how she looks standing in the kitchen, her hair a tangled mess on top of her head.

  She wipes her hands on a towel and tosses it over her shoulder. Her baby pink shirt stretches over her tits perfectly, and she’s wearing those damn boy shorts that hug her ass so tight that she might as well not put the fucking things on.

  She looks up and gives me a soft smile. “Yes?”

  Instead of answering, I cross the kitchen, wrap her in my arms, and lift her, giving her no other choice but to throw her hands around my neck and legs around my body. The contact of the kiss electrifies my cock. It pulses and jumps with each rub from Bristyl’s hot core. Her kisses are hot, wet, and ready for me. I love that she always is.

  Placing her ass on the counter, we devour each other. She brings her hands to my face then threads her fingers through my hair, giving it that tug I love so damn much. Our tongues dance rhythmically in a passion and desire that I never knew existed until Bristyl. Now, I will never lose it. Never.

  She throws her head back as my mouth glides down her neck, licking, nipping, sucking a trail to her collarbone. There, I nibbl
e on the soft patch, gaining moans and whimpers from her, while her body is having a difficult time staying still on the countertop.

  Reaching up, I grasp her tits, squeezing them hard through the fabric of her shirt— once, twice, three times. Her breathing picks up, and she begins to pant from arousal.

  I whip her shirt over her head and unlatch her bra, tossing it behind us. Her hard-budded nipples call to me. Not wanting to disappoint, my mouth latches on one, sucking hard and deeply, while I fondle both of them. Her grip on my hair gets tighter and tighter, only spurring me on to fit as much of her inside my hot mouth.

  “Oh, Cooper!” Her cries are music to my fucking ears.

  I pull away, and she frowns, making a chuckle leave me.

  “Lie back.”

  When she complies, I pull those tight-ass, little shorts off her body, tossing the scrap of fabric. The lips of her pussy stare back at me, glistening and plump.

  “Open wider,” I order, and she spreads her legs straight out then to the sides, making the sexiest looking V with her legs up that high.

  Not needing an invitation, I dig in, attacking her pussy. The taste of her bursts inside me as I suck down every drop she gives. Her legs fall, leaving her feet to rest on the side of the counter.

  “So much fuckin’ better than a BLT, beautiful.”

  She shivers as I get back to work, wringing not one, not two, but three orgasms out of her just from my mouth. By the time I pull back and rise over her, she’s breathless, eyes closed, and utterly sated.

  I unbuckle my pants, drop them, and sheathe my cock. Pressing inside of her, the warmth of her pussy surrounds my aching flesh.

  “Cooper!” she cries out as my hips set a pace that makes us both start to sweat.

  I have to grip her hips to keep her in place from the punishing thrusts. Over and over, my cock twitches and strains. My balls pull up tight as a tingle forms from my spine.