Joyride: Savage Menace MC Book 4

by Marie, Kay

  “Hey, Little Bird.” Sketch grins that sexy grin of his, sending butterflies soaring. A fresh white t-shirt stretches across his chest, paired with grey sweats and crisp white Adidas. I bite my bottom lip. When I bring my eyes back to his, he’s got an eyebrow cocked.

  “Hey.” I smirk. “Come on in.” I step back, allowing him to walk inside. I closed the door behind him and follow him into the living room. He has his hair down. It’s ruffled from constantly running his fingers through it.

  “I have some news,” he says.

  My heart leaps into my throat and I sit on the couch. “What’s up?”

  “Next Friday, we’re having a party at the clubhouse. An official celebration for the Savage Menaces MC New Orleans Chapter.” He sits next to me. “And Saturday, I leave to go back to Texas. I’d really like for you to come back with me. Either way, I have to go.”

  “If I go with you, what does that mean for us?”

  “What do you want it to mean?” When I don’t answer right away, he grabs my hand, linking his fingers in mine. “Wren, you’ve had me since I met you in A Novel Bunch all those months ago. I kept my distance as best I could, knowing you had a boyfriend. This past month, spending as much time with you as I have, it’s only made me want you more. I know you haven’t been split from Zack for long, but I want you. All of you.”

  My cheeks hurt from how big I’m smiling. “You mean it?”

  “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t, Little Bird.”

  “I want you too, Sketch.”

  “Come back to Texas with me. Be my Ol’ Lady."

  The thought of becoming his Ol’ Lady both terrifies me and excites me. When I first learned about Shade being involved with an MC, I wanted nothing to do with it. Then I got to know some of the women in the club. They’re some of the greatest friends ever. Once I met Sketch, I wanted to come around more. Aside from Sienna, he’s my best friend. Which is weird, because he’s also my brother’s best friend. It somehow works for us, though.

  I lean into him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. “I’d like that a lot.”

  He delves his hand into my hair, crashing his lips onto mine. I climb onto his lap without breaking our kiss, deepening the kiss and Sketch’s grip on my hair tightens enough to heighten my arousal. I sigh into his mouth and move my hips, grinding against him. His hands fly to my hips, holding me in place.

  “Wren,” he growls out in warning.

  I run my fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, leaning close to his ear. “I want you. All of you,” I whisper his words back to him. I’m not sure where this newfound confidence came from, but I’m running with it. It feels right. His grip on my hips tightens, making me gasp.

  “You’re still a virgin, yeah?”

  I nod, tugging my bottom lip into my mouth.

  He runs his thumb across my lip, causing me to release my lip. “You sure you’re ready?”

  “One hundred percent.” I smile.

  Sketch stands, his hands moving to the underneath of my thighs and I wrap my legs around him. He walks us into my room, closing the door with his foot behind us.

  “If at any moment you want me to stop, tell me. Okay?”

  “Okay,” I reply. He brings a hand up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear and kisses along my jawline. I tip my head back, giving him easier access to my neck. A moan falls from my lips as he kisses down my neck.

  23

  Sketch

  Wren’s moans go straight to my already hard cock. When I told her I wanted her to be my Ol’ Lady, I wasn’t expecting things to go this far. Truth be told, I would wait as long as she wanted to have sex. With her, it’s about so much more than that. Her wanting me to take her virginity makes me feel some kind of way. She’s putting her trust into me, handing it over to me. It’s something I will always value. I lay her down on her bed. I take a moment to admire her beauty.

  “Is everything okay?” She lifts up, resting on her elbows.

  “Everything’s perfect.” I grin at her. She smiles, cheeks turning a light pink.

  “It would be better if you took that shirt off.” A sexy smirk plays on her face, and I cock an eyebrow at her.

  “This one?” I tease, tugging at the hem of my shirt.

  She bites her bottom lip, nodding her head. Reaching over my head, I pull my shirt up and take it off. Her eyes go wide and her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. She sits on her knees on the edge of the bed, eyes going all over my body.

  “There’s so many.” Her hand comes up to my chest, but she pauses an inch away like she’s afraid to touch me. “Why is this spot empty?”

  I look to the spot she’s talking about. My left pec, over my heart. “I’ve been saving it for something or someone extra special.”

  The wheels are turning in her head as she gazes over my tattoos. With a finger, I tip her chin up so her eyes are on mine and lean down to kiss her. Her soft hands slide down my abs to my sweats. I grab her hands as I pull away enough to catch her eyes. Her bottom lip sticks out in a faux pout. I lean down, giving it a gentle bite, earning another moan from her.

  “Your turn,” I whisper. My hands go to the hem of her shirt, fingertips lightly touching her stomach. Slowly, I lift it over her head and toss it to the floor. She reaches behind her back, unclips her bra and slides it off, adding it to the growing pile on the floor. My dick strains against my sweats at the sight of her gorgeous tits. She lays back on the bed as if she’s offering herself to me. Kneeling on the bed, I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh up to her pussy. I rub her clit over her leggings and she lets out a light gasp, her eyes fluttering.

  “You can still change your mind,” I tell her.

  She shakes her head. “Not going to happen.”

  I grab the waistband of her leggings and panties, pulling them off together. Then I kiss the same trail along her thigh, my beard tickling her and making her leg twitch. I waste no time, eager to taste her. I press my tongue against her clit, making her moan. Slowly, I slide a finger in her pussy.

  “Fuck, you’re already soaking wet.” I suck her arousal off my finger. “And you taste so sweet.”

  There’s a fire burning in her eyes. I lick from her pussy up to her clit. Sucking on her clit, her hand comes to my hair and her hips buck up. I move to the inside of her thigh, sucking hard to leave a hickey.

  “Oh my god,” she cries out.

  “Not God, just Logan.” I smirk.

  “Logan,” she repeats. The corner of her mouth lifts into a cute half-smile. Fuck, if I don’t love the way my name sounds coming from her lips.

  I sit back on my feet. “Are you ready?”

  She nods her head. I stand from the bed, grabbing my wallet out of my pocket and taking out a condom. I pocket my wallet and slide my sweats and boxer briefs off. Wren is leaning on her elbows again, her eyes wide and hungry. Grinning, I slide the condom on my dick. I climb up the bed and over Wren, making her lay back down. Hovering over her, I lean down and kiss her nose. She lets out a heavy sigh.

  “Just breathe, Little Bird.”

  She nods her head. Grabbing my cock, I line it up with her entrance, rubbing it against her wet cunt. Slowly, I slide into her. She inhales a sharp breath. I take her nipple between my finger and thumb, rolling it between them as I slide further into her. Her head tips back as a moan escapes her mouth. Once I’m to the hilt, I pause, letting her adjust to my size.

  “How are you doing?” I caress her cheek.

  “I’m okay. It stings a bit, but it’s bearable.”

  I cover her lips with mine, sliding my tongue across her bottom lip, requesting entrance. She complies, and I deepen the kiss. Her hips buck, so I start moving mine slowly. I break the kiss, pulling back enough to watch her face.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  She does as I say. “Ohh,” she moans as my cock hits deeper.

  I kiss along her jaw and down her neck as I pump my dick in and out of her, watching her eyes roll back in
to her head. I reach down and rub her clit with my thumb. Her walls clench around my cock, and I know her release is building. To add to it, I wrap my lips around her nipple, caressing it with my tongue. I give it a light bite before releasing it.

  “Come for me, babe,” I whisper in her ear.

  Body trembling with her release, she calls out my name. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I follow with my own release. Her legs drop to the bed, and I gradually pull out. I walk to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Grabbing a washcloth, I wet it with warm water and walk back to Wren to gently clean her up.

  “How ‘bout we order some food?”

  “Mmm, food. Yes,” she mumbles. Her eyes are closed, and she’s wearing the most beautiful smile.

  I chuckle, pulling my sweats on. She slowly sits up, disappointment painted on her face.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “You’re already dressed.” She sticks her bottom lip out.

  Laughing, I sit on the edge of the bed, next to her. “Put that lip away or I’m gonna bite it.”

  Her eyes light up, bringing out another laugh. “Was that not enough for you?”

  “It was. It was great, really. Better than I anticipated,” she admits. She moves behind me, tits pressed against my back and trailing kisses along my shoulders. My dick bounces to life. Then, her stomach growls.

  “Ugh,” she groans, falling to her back.

  I chuckle. “Let’s get some food, then we can do whatever you want to do.”

  “Promise?”

  “I promise.” I kiss her nose. She climbs off the bed and grabs my t-shirt, sliding it on. It’s huge on her, falling above the knee. My shirt has never looked sexier. She grabs a pair of panties, pulling them on. They barely cover her juicy ass.

  She turns to me. “If we’re ordering food, we can watch a movie while we eat.”

  “Works for me.”

  She grabs her comforter off the bed and walks out of the room. This woman without a doubt has my heart and I don't want it back.

  24

  Wren

  Sex with Sketch was better than I could have asked for. He was as gentle as he could be and he took such great care of me. We had sex two more times that night. I haven’t been able to keep my hands off him whenever he’s around now. Though, he doesn’t seem to mind one bit. He’s been at the shop every day this week, stealing kisses every chance he gets. Today, the shop is closing early. Luke and the guys are coming to the clubhouse for their first-party tonight, and tomorrow, Clutch, Sketch, and I head back to Texas.

  I’m kind of nervous about going back. Nervous for Shade to find out about Sketch and I. I’ve talked to him, but I keep leaving that part out. Sketch and I decided telling him in person would probably be better. I’m also nervous about Zack. I’ve been using my phone and haven’t heard from him. He never called or texted after I left, which is a bit suspicious.

  Speaking of suspicious, the guys have all been acting like they have something up their sleeves today. Out of the four of them, I’ve gotten closest to Cheshire. As close as he’ll let someone, anyway.

  Sketch walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. “What’s on your mind, Little Bird?”

  “I’m really going to miss it here.” I sigh, leaning into him. “Promise me we can come back to visit?”

  He chuckles. “I promise.”

  “Hey, Wren. Bossman wants to see you,” Ches shouts at me. I turn in Sketch’s arms, giving him a quick kiss. Walking toward the back toward the office, I realize Sketch was the only one out here. The others must be taking breaks or something. I walk into the breakroom, stopping dead in my tracks, jaw dropping to the floor. On the table sits a vase of faux white roses splattered red, four plush dolls— the Cheshire Cat, White Rabbit, Mad Hatter and the Red Ace— and a card.

  On the front of the card is a drawing of each of the characters that represent the guys, with a wren sitting on the Hatter’s hat. I open the card and each of them has signed it.

  We’re sad to see you leave. Don’t forget us. ~ Knave

  I hope you enjoyed your stay down the rabbit hole. Stay mad. ~ Rabbit

  The Mad Tatter won’t be the same without you. Come back to visit. ~ MadMax

  I’ll miss you, but not as much as you’ll miss me cuz I’m pretty awesome. ;) ~ Cheshire

  “Aww, y’all really do like me.” I laugh with tears threatening to fall. I’ve grown to love this place in the short time I was here. “I’ll miss you guys.”

  “Don’t go gettin’ sappy on us.” Ches playfully nudges me.

  “I wouldn’t dream of it.” I give him a small smile.

  “Alright, alright. Get out of here. We’ll see you at the party later,” Luke says to me. Sketch sneaks in behind me and grabs the plush toys.

  “One of you assholes will have to bring the flowers with you tonight. Can’t take those with on the bike,” he says.

  “We’ll take care of them. Don’t worry,” Luke promises.

  “See y’all later.” I wave as we walk out. A small piece of my heart breaks as I walk out of the Mad Tatter. Working here has been a lot of fun.

  “Until next time,” I mumble to myself.

  A few hours later, we’re at the New Orleans clubhouse. The party is in full force. I spot Aria, Harper, and Elena right away. They’re talking with another girl. She has beautiful black hair.

  “I’m going to go talk to the girls.” I give Sketch a quick peck on the lips and make my way to where they are.

  “Wren! Bout time you got here.” Aria teases.

  “Are Cheshire and the guys coming?” Elena won’t admit it, but she’s into Ches. From the way he looks at her, I’d say he’s into her, too. I’ve gotten to know him some, but I know there’s so much he’s holding back. I hope whatever it is doesn’t end up hurting Elena.

  “Yeah, they should be here any minute,” I tell her.

  “Have you met Raven, yet,” Aria asks, gesturing to the girl with the black hair.

  “I have not.” I turn to her. “It’s nice to meet you.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, too.” Raven smiles at me.

  “Are you with any of the guys here?”

  “No. Gator has been letting me stay here, but I’m hoping to make it out to Texas soon. I met a guy a month or so ago, and that’s where he’s from,” she explains.

  “Oh? Is this guy part of the Savage Menaces MC out of Texas?” More of them were here a month ago when Sketch was here the first time.

  Confusion crosses her face. “He is. How did you know?”

  “It was a guess. My man is part of the Savage Menaces, too,” I tell her.

  “Is he here?”

  “Yup. Tall guy with the man bun over there.” I point to Sketch. “That’s Sketch. We have officially been together for about a week.”

  “That’s been a long time coming though,” Aria adds.

  A light laugh falls from my mouth. “Yeah, it really has.”

  “I had a feeling someone special had his heart. Claws has tried hitting on him, and he pays her no attention. It hasn’t stopped her from trying, though,” Raven says.

  “Claws. Sounds like a cut bunny,” I mumble.

  “She is,” Aria confirms. “She’s a bitch to boot.”

  I roll my eyes. “Great.”

  “How did your last day at the Mad Tatter go,” Elena asks.

  I sigh. “Bittersweet. I’m going to miss working there.”

  “They’re going to have a hard time replacing you, that’s for sure.” She smiles at me.

  “I hope they can find someone to help them out. It’s pretty easy work. It’s putting up with them that’s the tough part, if you aren’t used to men like them,” I state. We fall into easy conversation. Raven talks to us like we’ve all known each other our whole lives.

  25

  Sketch

  Once Wren walked away to go talk to the girls, I head over to where Gator and Clutch are posted up. I grab a chair, pulling it next to Gator and sit so I
’m facing Wren.

  “How’s it goin’?” Gator opens a cooler next to him, grabs a beer and hands it to me.

  “It’s goin’. You think y’all are ready to do this shit without us around?”

  “Hell yeah. We got this.” He takes a sip of his beer. “I spoke with Bull earlier. He’s putting me in contact with some of his suppliers.”

  “Good deal.” My eyes find Wren. She’s laughing at something one of the girls said. I’ve never seen her more in her element. I hope she’s this happy at home, too.

  “Enough shop talk. Sketch, how do you feel about us having a couple tag-a-longs to Texas,” Clutch asks.

  “Depends on who it is.”

  “Aria and Raven,” he tells me.

  “Aria, huh?” I turn to face him.

  He shrugs a shoulder, taking a drink of his beer. “Yeah. I mean, only if she wants to come.”

  “And Raven?”

  “Kicks wants her there with him. Plus, Raven has seemed lost since he left,” Gator tells me.

  “I’m cool with that. They can ride back in my Civic with Wren.” Our conversation is cut short by Claws.

  “Hey, fellas,” she purrs out.

  I stand up, and her eyes light up as I walk toward her but fall as I walk past her. Clutch and Gator burst into laughter behind me. I walk up to Wren and the girls.

  “Hey, ladies.” I wrap my arms around Wren’s waist.

  “Y’all are too fucking cute.” Aria points her phone at us. “Say cheese.”

  I tickle Wren’s side, earning a giggle from her and I smile. Aria snaps a picture.

  “That’s a good one!” She shows Wren and me the picture.

  “Aw! Send that to me please,” Wren requests.

  “Aria, Clutch wanted to talk to you,” I tell her.