Her Ride

by Rachael Orman

  “Where you going, sexy?” Ellis’ voice whispered in my ear as his large hands fell on my hips.

  “I was trying to get away from all these people.” I smiled, feeling the press of his lips on my neck. Automatically, my head tilted, giving him better access.

  “Why would you want to do that? They are here to block us from everyone.” Ellis pulled me back into him. I laughed and turned in his arms.

  “You’ll have me all to yourself soon enough. We are out to have fun with everyone; it’s my last hoorah of sorts before we leave next week. No touching. And most certainly nothing else while we are here.” I scowled at him, but knew it fell completely short. I tossed back a shot, then slowly dragged the tip of my tongue over my lips, enjoying when his eyes tracked my tongue before meeting my eyes again. I smiled, “I’m gonna get drunk as fuck tonight too. So you might want to make sure you are the one to take me home or I’ll be wrapping my drunken thighs around someone else on the way home.”

  “You know I’m gonna spank you nice and hard tonight for being such a tease.” Ellis adjusted himself in his pants with a grimace. "Mmm, I bet your pussy is so fucking wet thinking about it too.”

  I stepped back from him, letting all the wicked and naughty thoughts that were running through my mind show in my eyes as I slowly tilted the other shot back. After a few steps, I turned and merged in with the crowd so I could finally take a deep breath. I could talk the talk and walk the walk, but my body didn’t always follow directions, and Ellis was damn good at getting my body to overheat with a few simple words or a look.

  Something deep in my mind enjoyed the tease, the game of turning him on till he couldn’t take it. I thrived when he did the same to me. It made our private time together that much more explosive and memorable. Memories that would carry me through when I no longer was allowed to call Ellis mine. MINE… Where had that thought come from? He wasn’t mine. I suppose he was, for a short time anyway.

  The next couple hours were spent doing shots, dancing, and avoiding Ellis as much as possible. I could tell from the look in his eyes, when they connected, he was dying to get his hands on me, in private. I made sure to put a little extra sway in my hips as I walked around, but I wasn’t excited to dance as much as usual because the men on the dance floor wanted to get too close and touch me, which for some reason was making me uncomfortable. I would try to politely redirect their attention to another woman or they were not so gently told to get lost by one of the guys from the club. As usual, when Patrick knew I was out, I was under constant watch. Especially after the last two incidents with Scrapes’ men coming at me.

  Eventually, the dozen or so tequila shots kicked in and took over, zapping my energy. I stumbled back to the table that Slider was still at with a different woman in his lap, sucking on his neck. I sloppily sat in the chair, not caring if I flashed anyone my panties. My mug of beer splashed over the rim as I slammed it down on the table. I had started nursing that beer an hour or so before, not that I could tell you what time it was. It was my first and seemed like no matter how much I drank it, the cup never got any more empty. Tilting my head, which suddenly felt like a hundred pound weight once it was leaning to the side, I looked at Slider. “Where. Is. Ellis?”

  “Who?’ Slider was truly confused. I was so drunk that I didn’t remember people didn’t use his real name. I coughed and shook my head, which made the world spin, but I focused on the burly man to steady it.

  “Dirty. I meant Dirty. Where the hell is that fucker?” I slurred.

  “I think he left already with some woman.” Slider glanced around the bar that was emptying out due to the late hour. I followed his gaze and came up empty too. Anger and embarrassment flared in me.

  “Oh, okay.” I tried my best to act like I wasn’t affected by the emotions roaring within me. Standing from my stool, I nearly fell but managed to grab the table, balancing myself. I applauded myself for grabbing the table, it had seemed to be moving away, but I’d caught it. Fighting the liquor and the images my mind was conjuring up about what Ellis was doing right then, I slowly made my way to the front door. I used every piece of furniture and sometimes people to help me along the way, but I finally made it to the door. I pushed it open and welcomed the rush of fresh air that greeted me outside. Sighing, I started to walk towards the couple of cabs that were waiting on the far side of the club. I could’ve asked one of the guys probably, but I didn’t want to interrupt their fun. My night, however, was ready to end because my alcohol threshold had been met. Not to mention, I was upset that Ellis left with another woman, even after everything.

  “Where the fuck are you going?” A male voice asked angrily from behind me. I spun around and had to slap a hand against the wall to keep my body from continuing the turn; my mind, however, kept spinning. I lifted my eyes to see it was Ellis. I sneered at him which caused him to lift his hands in surrender. At the same time, I could tell he wanted to grab me.

  “Don’t touch me. You nasty man whore,” I slurred, letting go of the wall and standing as tall as I could manage on my wobbly heels. I took a step towards him and extended a finger in his direction. “You, asshole, left with some other woman. Don’t try to be all sweet on me now.”

  “YOU were the woman. I made up a story so that I could be out here waiting for you when you were ready to head home. I thought you would figure it out. Apparently not.” Ellis closed the remaining distance between us, wrapping his thick, warm, sexy arms around me. I mean I could probably just barely wrap both hands around one of his huge biceps. Oh wait, he was talking to me. I pushed my heavy head up to look at those incredibly sexy eyes.

  “Whatever.” I had nothing else to say. My mind was too stirred up and confused by the feel of his bulky arms under my hands and the look in those eyes. I tried to remember what he was talking about; instead, I focused on what I could put my hands and eyes on in that very moment. Luckily for me, it was his very sexy body. My mind was trying to remind me of something but apparently the more time that passed, the more the alcohol was dulling everything. I watched Ellis’ sexy lips as they moved and could see little flashes of his teeth and tongue moving, which looked like fun, so I closed the space between us and pressed my lips to his.

  He stood there, not moving for a few minutes before pressing into my body, causing me take a few steps back. The rough wall scraped against my back while our tongues dueled. Ellis’ hands roamed my body, but he pulled back only moments into the kiss. Sticking out my bottom lip, I gave him my best drunk pouty face. In return, all I got was a sexy smile. "You, sexy thing, are drunk. As much fun as I could have with you up against this wall, I am not going to. I might have to kill anyone that walked by while I was fucking you. That’s not a good idea considering I’m already wound tight from watching you strut around in that tiny dress all night.”

  “Tease.” I continued to pout as I crossed my arms over my chest.

  “Come on. Let’s get you home.” Ellis slipped his arm around my shoulders, tucking me in close to his chest as he showed me the way to his bike. It took a little bit of maneuvering and a few drunken attempts (and curses) before I was finally able to get on the bike behind Ellis. He was laughing at me, knowing it was my own fault for wearing a tight dress, drinking in excess and wearing huge heels. The bike roared to life underneath me. The vibrations soared through my pussy, which had me eagerly pressing my body closer to Ellis. He lightly patted my hands that were wrapped around his waist before carefully maneuvered us out of the parking lot and onto the street.

  I couldn’t keep my hands to myself. Letting my hands wander over the dips and curves of his abdomen and chest, I finally glided them down over the bulge in his jeans. One of his hands pulled away my hand that was massaging him, but as soon as his hand returned to the handlebars, I slipped my hand back down over him. Grinding my hips against the bike and him, I felt the moisture between my thighs increasing. As the road flew by, the wind whipping my hair around, I kept massaging his hard on. Just as we were slowing to tu
rn into the drive, I felt an orgasm wash over me, my thighs clenching tight against Ellis as I bit into the side of his neck.

  Ellis drove his bike to where he normally parked it and turned it off. I was still breathing hard from my unexpected orgasm. He pulled my hand from around his cock and helped me step from the bike before climbing off himself. He immediately pulled me close to him, staring down into my eyes. “Did you really just come while riding my bike?"

  “Maybe.” I slowly licked my lips and tried to kiss him.

  “Fuck, Ryan.” Ellis groaned and stepped back from me to adjust his throbbing cock as he ran a hand through his hair. “I can't wait till we are on our trip and I can fuck you whenever I want. You are killing me. Get inside and to your bed. I’m sure you are going to have a major hangover tomorrow.”

  “I’d rather majorly have you right now.” I tried to say saucily, but my heel slipped and I tripped as I walked backwards towards the front door.

  “I think you’ll be lucky to make it upstairs.” Ellis laughed as I frowned at him. I turned and realized that it was going to be quite the task. Slipping off my shoes, I stumbled through the front door and up the stairs before I heard Patrick call out from the bottom.

  “What!” I shouted at him, gripping the banister with my free hand.

  “Just making sure you were okay.” Patrick ran his eyes over me before shaking his head. “You are so lucky I didn’t see you before you left. There’s no way I would not have let you leave looking like that.”

  Ellis walked in the front door and looked from Patrick to me then back to Patrick. When he didn’t say anything, I knew who’s side he’d picked and it only made me that much madder. I was tempted to throw my shoes at him, but then I’d have to go back down the stairs to pick them up and that was too much work.

  “Well, lucky for me, big brother, I am old enough to do whatever I want.” I slurred before I attempted to stomp down the hall, but ended up more like ping ponging down the hall till I found my bedroom door. I could hear the sound of the men exchanging words, but not what they were talking about. I’m sure Ellis was updating Patrick about the night, like I was a child who needed a babysitter to watch over me. One day they’d realize I wasn’t a child anymore.

  As soon as I got close enough to my bed, I crashed face first into it. The entire room was spinning, even with my eyes closed. I knew the morning was going to suck when the hiccups started. Rolling onto my back, I hoped that the change in position would help, but it didn’t.

  I spent the next morning becoming good friends with my bathroom floor. I didn’t regret the night before though. I’d had fun cutting loose and just kicking back. However, I did regret the hang-over from hell and wished I had taken some aspirin or something the night before. Taking into consideration how much I had to drink, I suppose I should have been happy my ass had found a bed. By the afternoon, I managed to venture out of my room in a pair of jeans and a tank top; I was even freshly showered with only a slight headache. I could hear people in the living room, but I went towards the kitchen in search of some type of food that might stay down along with something that would hopefully numb the remaining pain. It was the first time I'd managed to make it more than 20 minutes without hanging over the toilet, despite my stomach being empty for hours. Fuck, I missed being younger. Back then, I drank till I passed out only to get up and do it again. There was no such thing as a hang-over; I’d been such a lucky bitch.

  Luckily, I found some left over fried chicken in the fridge. I put a piece on a plate before sliding it into the microwave to heat it up a bit, hoping the grease would help. Isn’t that what they always said? Greasy food helped hang-overs. I was willing to try anything to feel better. Patrick came walking in while I was waiting for the microwave, not looking too happy.

  “You look like hell. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised with how shitfaced you were last night,” He said, leaning against the counter near me. I just glared at him as I took my food from the microwave. After putting the plate on the counter, I used my fingers to tear off a piece of meat. He seemed to understand that I wasn’t in a great mood since he changed the subject. “So, when are you leaving?”

  “I don’t know. Whenever Ellis is ready to go.” Wiping my fingers off on my jeans, I chewed on my food as I looked at him. "Why?”

  “Well, Dirty had to leave this morning. He won’t be back for at least a week.” Patrick crossed his arms over his chest with a look on his face that told me he was expecting to get some type of reaction from me. I wasn’t sure what exactly he wanted a reaction over but I wasn’t going to let him in on the fact that I was irritated that I would be stuck sitting around for another week, let alone a whole week without seeing Ellis. Instead of reacting, I took a bottle of water from the fridge and took a large gulp before turning back to him.

  “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” I glared as I shoved another piece in my mouth.

  “What’s going on with Dirty? He swears nothing, but I know there is something. You will tell me.” His voice was the Don’t-Fuck-With-Me tone he used on the gang. I rolled my eyes at him and his never changing attitude. Sometimes, I swear he would never grow out of his overprotective brother routine.

  “First off, there is nothing going on. Second, I don’t have to tell you anything about my sex life or my private life, if there was. We are just friends.” I hated to lie to him, but I didn't want the lecture from him about how much of a bad boy Ellis was, and that I should find one of the calmer guys in the club to settle down with. I knew Ellis liked to fight. I knew he liked to fuck. I knew he liked to ride fast and hard. And yet, he was not at all that way with me, not in a bad way anyway. Plus, I liked to do those things too; Patrick just didn’t know it.

  “You are such a liar, Ryan. Really, you suck at it so you shouldn’t try.” Patrick moved closer to me and tore off some meat from my food. I pulled my plate away and growled at him.

  “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I’m not lying then. Leave it alone, Patrick. I’m living my life and even if Ellis was more than a friend, it would still be none of your business.”

  “You know I just don’t want to see you hurt. Plus, he’s changed a lot since you were home last time. He’s not as wild as he once was,” Patrick said, which made me snap my head to look at him.

  “What? Wait! Say what?” I turned to fully face him. There was no way he was saying what I thought he was saying.

  “I always wanted you to settle down with one of the club guys, have little motorcycle loving babies. You know, all that crap. Before I would’ve said Ellis was the worst guy you could like. In fact, I’m pretty sure I did say it every time I saw my little 16 year old sister following him around like a love sick pup. But after you left, things changed. He grew up. Hell, since you’ve been home, he’s gotten even calmer. I think he's trying to prove himself ready to settle down.” Patrick shrugged like he hadn’t just spouted off some head spinning shit. I never expected to hear such words from my brother. He scratched the side of his neck and looked at me with an awkward expression before clearing his throat. “You know, I was just saying that if you were thinking that something more might be there, it might not be a bad idea to give it a shot.”

  “Um, thanks.” Shifting on my feet, the room suddenly felt extremely stifling and uncomfortable. “I’m gonna go lay back down. I’m still not feeling great.”

  “Hey, if you need anything, let me know.” Patrick gave me a tight bear hug before stepping back and giving me the space to escape the kitchen.

  That had to have been the most awkward conversation I’d ever had with my brother. I thought he’d been trying to tell me to stay away from Ellis this whole time, but it turned out he was trying to shove us together. What the hell? Men, I swear. They were good at throwing out the most shocking shit at the most unexpected times. I crawled back into bed to hopefully sleep off the last of my hangover and hide away from the emotions churning in my head.

  If Patrick was okay with Ellis and I, then we didn’
t have to hide whatever it was we had between us. That kind of changed things. Or did it? I was still going to DC, and when I got there, I was going to make Ellis leave before he found out my secrets. I’d enjoy what Ellis and I had until then. Enjoy each day till then.

  The next time I woke up, I felt much better. I picked up my phone to find that I had a couple of text messages from Ellis.

  Hope you are feeling okay today. You were pretty trashed last night. I was going to come in and make sure you got some pain meds and a glass of water last night, but Patrick wouldn’t shut the fuck up. I think he must’ve been drunk. You wouldn’t believe some of the shit he was saying.

  I laughed because that’s what I’d been thinking when I had talked to Patrick too. Something was going on with him. A couple hours after the first text message from Ellis, there was another one.

  I hope you are still sleeping, not putting your face in the toilet. I had to leave on club business before I was able to sneak away and see you. I’m sorry the trip is going to be delayed a bit.

  Then one final one that had only come in a few minutes before and must’ve been what woke me up.

  Sexy! Answer me or I’m going to have to worry about you.

  I laughed again. He was so needy sometimes, which normally would’ve driven me nuts, but the fact that he was only that way for me made me smile. I hit the reply box then tapped out my response to him.

  Been a LOOONG morning. When I got up, I would’ve sworn Patrick was drinking too. Then I fell asleep again before I looked at my phone. Sorry. Didn’t mean to worry you. At least now I'm not laying on the bathroom floor.

  I didn’t get a response back, so I got out of bed and went down to the kitchen to get a drink. As I took a drink from my water bottle that was still exactly where I left it next to my dirty plate, which was now empty, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out to see Ellis had responded.