Ride or Die 1

by Claire C. Riley

  He gently lay me down on the ground, one hand shoving my panties down and the other caressing my breast. I reached down to him, feeling his hard length beneath the material of his jeans, and regardless of the fact that I had just had the best orgasm of my life, I wanted him inside of me, right then.

  I squeezed him until he gasped, his chest rumbling in pleasure, and he looked down at me with a wolfish smile that sent tremors through my over-sensitized body. I started to unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper, and his hands left me for a moment to reach for his wallet and pull out a condom, and then I was lying back, watching him roll the condom down himself while my eyes went wide and I worried how he was going to fit that inside of me. Because the man was big. Not just long, but wide too. The sight of it made my body flush and goose bumps prickle against my skin.

  Jesse touched the bottom of my chin and lifted my gaze to meet his. He sucked in his bottom lip while he nudged my legs apart with his knee and settled between them, the tip of his cock nudging against my opening and the heat from his body cloaking me protectively.

  His body covered mine, trapping me in a bubble where there was only me and Jesse, and none of the other shit in the world mattered. Because this was it. We weren’t in the woods. And we weren’t at a dumb Highwaymen party. Gauge wasn’t inside bitching about me, and my mom wasn’t dead.

  It was just Jesse, me, and the hum of lust throbbing between us.

  And that was all that mattered.

  Jesse leaned down and placed a rough kiss against my mouth, and then before I could say another word he slammed into me, bottoming out in one long, delicious thrust. He didn’t go easy, sliding in slowly, he just demanded that he be there, penetrating me roughly, and I loved it. I gasped against his mouth and he stole the air from my lungs as he lay still, letting my body adjust to his size. My nipples peaked until they felt painful, and all I could think about was his mouth covering them, his warmth soothing the painful ache in my body.

  And then he fucked me.

  Jesse wasn’t gentle or slow with me. He was rough and hard. He dominated me both body and mind, parts of him reaching down further and touching my soul. He took from my body while equally giving me everything I desired and then some of what I didn’t even know I needed. And we came together in a flurry of sweat, pawing hands, and screams of pleasure and pain. I bit his shoulder, my legs crossed at the ankles as he pounded me, and he nipped at my nipple, sucking it hard and dragging another orgasm from me as he grunted out his own release, his fingers digging into my hips almost painfully as he held my body still so he could slam into me over and over again until I thought I would pass out.

  When it was over Jesse dragged his jeans back on and lay down next to me, grabbing my body and pulling it in against his side like he had done at the lake. His large hand reached down to smooth out my skirt so I wasn’t on show, and I draped a leg across his. My head was on his chest, listening to the heavy pounding of his heart against his ribs, his fingers trailing down my back and threading through my hair.

  At some point I must have drifted off, because when I woke it was starting to get light, the sunlight filtering in through the trees above us. I blinked and yawned, and when I tried to move, Jesse grunted and held me harder. I smiled and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, his face looking nothing like usual. Gone was the hardness around his eyes and mouth, and instead he looked almost peaceful. He was beautiful, I realized. Not just handsome like so many people could see, but beautiful.

  Jesse James Hardy was fucking beautiful, and he was all mine.

  I reached up to touch his cheek, the palm of my hand cupping his face. His eyelids fluttered and he opened his eyes, and he gazed down at me, a smile crinkling at the corners of his mouth.

  “Morning,” I whispered, a small smile on my mouth. “I think you missed your own party.”

  “I had the only party I gave a shit about right here,” he replied. He reached down and grabbed me with both hands, and before I could stop him I was straddling his body. Not that I would have stopped him. In fact, I couldn’t imagine a better place to be right then.

  Jesse was hard already and I rocked back and forth against him, feeling him growing bigger beneath me. I reached between us, using my fingers to play with my clit.

  “Jesus, fucking, Christ,” Jesse hissed out, his hands holding my hips and grinding me against him. His eyes were on my fingers, playing with the small nub between my legs. “Aaah, fuck this,” he said, flipping me off him so that I was lying on the ground, “I need in there, right the fuck now.” I giggled as he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down and then he was nudging my opening with his cock, the heated tip circling my entrance and making me gasp. He dipped inside of me and then swiveled his hips to rub my juices against my entrance.

  “Condom,” I breathed out.

  “Want you bareback, babe,” he grunted, sliding in a little bit more. “You on the pill? Because I’m clean, I swear to you, babe, and this is mine now,” he said, giving a short thrust against my entrance again. “You clean? You good?” he asked.

  “Yeah, I’m clean, and I’m very good,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed.

  “Gonna fuck you now, Laney.”

  “Okay.”

  “Need to see your eyes, babe,” he muttered, placing a kiss on my lips.

  “Okay,” I replied, my eyes opening.

  He slid into my warmth and I trembled around him as he sank in deep. I was sore from the night before, yet his body soothed mine and I gasped as he slid back out before sliding back in. He grunted against my mouth.

  “Fuck, you feel good,” he muttered. “So fucking good.”

  “Right back at you,” I gasped.

  “Fuck yeah,” he chuckled, swiveling his hips and making me groan. Stars danced just out of reach, and I knew I was close. I must have tightened around him, too, because he practically growled in satisfaction.

  Jesse took my body in every which way, dragging the pleasure from me until I was a weak, throbbing mess beneath him, and then he came so hard he almost shoved me out from under him. He held my face, his hands wrapped in my hair as he panted against my neck, his hard length still throbbing and pulsing inside of me, and his thumbs trailing down the sides of my face.

  “All mine,” he muttered.

  “All yours,” I agreed, enjoying the way his nostrils flared at my words. “Always.”

  Chapter eighteen:

  1994 / New Year’s Day

  Jesse

  Laney was mine now. I had claimed her, and I’d fucking brand her if I had too to. Because no one was going near my woman, and no one was keeping me from her anymore.

  There’d be shit to pay for taking a brother’s daughter like this, but it didn’t matter. Not one fucking bit. Because I’d do it all over again without giving a second fucking thought about it.

  Goddamn, she was beautiful. And she tasted and felt like fucking heaven too, just like I knew she would. Her body was tight, her hips just perfect for holding onto, her breasts not too big and not too small, just right for my mouth to cover and my tongue to play with those pink rosebud nipples of hers.

  “Need to get dressed now,” I said.

  “No,” she replied. “Let’s just stay here forever. Fuck everything else.”

  “Can’t do that, Laney.”

  “Why?” she whined, looking up at me.

  “Because I want to fuck you again today. In a bed next time, because I’ve got fuckin’ twigs sticking places they don’t belong.”

  Her face cracked and she burst out laughing, her hand slapping at my chest. She sat up and I reached over and pulled some leaves from her long dark hair.

  “Fine,” she replied. She found her panties and started to slide them on, but I snatched them from her and shoved them in my pocket.

  “You won’t be needing them now,” I said. I stood up and buckled my belt before reaching down to pull her up and drag her against my body. I kissed her long and hard, and I’ll be damned if she w
asn’t ready for me again. Damn woman was insatiable. Fuck, yeah. I grinned against her mouth. I hardened beneath my jeans and her hand reached down to cup me again.

  Fuck.

  Yeah.

  The sound of a motorcycle engine in the distance made me pull back from her, and she fucking looked up at me with a pout.

  I grinned. “Gotta get back to the club, babe. Need to speak to Hardy, and Gauge, let them know how it is now.” Her face paled and I reached up and cupped her face in my hand. “Don’t worry, I got this.”

  “Gauge is going to shit a brick, Jesse,” she said, looking worried.

  I shrugged and grabbed her, pulling her against my side. “You worry too much,” I said, and we started to walk.

  “You should worry. Gauge is not a reasonable man.”

  I looked back at her with a smirk but didn’t bother to reply. She was right, though: Gauge was going to shit a brick—probably kick my fuckin’ ass too—but none of that mattered; it wouldn’t change a damn thing. I’d claimed Laney for my own, and Gauge could eat shit for all I cared.

  We came out of the woods and walked along the side of the clubhouse. We were almost at the corner when Laney pulled against me.

  “Stop,” she pleaded.

  I turned to look at her with a frown.

  “I’m not sure about this, Jesse,” she said, chewing on her bottom lip.

  I frowned harder, my heart hammering against my chest. She was having second thoughts? Fuck that. No fucking way was that shit happening. I’d tie her to my bed if I had to—if I couldn’t convince her that this shit was right. I had waited long enough for her, and I was done waiting.

  I reached over to her, dragging her against me. I reached down and pushed my hand up her skirt until I reached the apex of her thighs and the warmth that I wanted to be inside at some point that day. She yelped, her eyes going wide with need and desire. I slipped a finger inside of her, thrusting in and out and rubbing against her G-spot, buried deep inside of her.

  “This is mine now, Laney. No second thoughts,” I said gruffly, making it clear once and for all that I fucking owned her now. That smart mouth of hers, that tight body and that warm pussy of hers, were mine, and she needed to fucking know how it was going to be if she was going to be my old lady. “I’m not waiting any more, and I’m done being the good guy. You’re mine and I need every motherfucker to know that.”

  Her mouth opened in a silent O, her eyelids desperate to flutter closed as I slid another finger inside and flicked against her, the pad of my thumb rubbing against her clit until she clamped her hand across her own mouth and shattered beneath me.

  I gave her a second to catch her breath and then I slid my fingers out and drew my hand up to my mouth before sucking on my fingers, loving how her pupils dilated when she watched me tasting her juices on my fingers.

  “We clear now?” I asked seriously.

  She nodded.

  “Good, because that’s the only time you get to say no to me, you hear? From here on out it’s yes, Jesse all the fucking way.”

  She nodded again, but still looked hesitant. “I just meant, I wasn’t so sure about telling Gauge,” she stammered, her cheeks still flushed from her orgasm, and goddamn, that look on her face made me want to bury myself deep inside her again. Right the fuck then, against the side of the fuckin’ clubhouse. Fuck, maybe I would.

  “What?” I drawled out.

  “I’m sure about us, it’s telling Gauge I’m not so sure about.”

  Oh. Well, fuck. I almost laughed. Instead I smirked and wrapped my hand in her hair.

  “You owe me one then, I guess,” I growled against her lips. I kissed her hard and quick and then I pulled away, taking her hand in mine, and together we walked around the side of the clubhouse.

  The prospects from the night before were standing with the bikes. Fuckers looked tired, but they woke right the fuck up when they saw me and Laney holding hands. I glared at them until they looked away, and I took my woman inside my clubhouse.

  Bikers and bitches were passed out all over—sitting on the floor huddled together, naked and passed out on the sofa. I looked around for Hardy or Gauge, and as if speaking of the devil, Gauge took that moment to stumble down the stairs of the clubhouse and into the main room, the woman he was with stumbling after him. He was drunk and tired, but it only took him a couple of seconds to see our hands entwined.

  Gauge stopped walking, fucker even stopped swaying, as if the sight of me and his kid holding hands sobered him right the fuck up. The bitch he was with reached for him but he pushed her away, making her yelp. He glared over at me.

  “Laney, get over here, now,” he snarled, his gaze still on me.

  “She ain’t going to do that, brother. Claimed her as my own,” I said.

  I won’t deny that a tremor of holy shit coursed through me as he stormed toward me, and I pushed Laney to one side to keep her safe, and then his hands were grabbing my cut and dragging me outside. Fucker caught me off balance, and I almost fell as he dragged me through the building and back into the morning air outside where the two prospects were now staring openly.

  Laney was screaming at Gauge to get off me as Gauge threw me to the ground, his boot quickly following as it dug into my ribs and made me grunt in pain. Laney threw herself on the ground next to me.

  “What have you done!? Stop it, Gauge!” she screamed up at him.

  I pushed her away as Gauge curled his boot into my side once more, that one hurting twice as much as the first.

  Laney dove up and started punching Gauge in the chest and arms, and I watched through the haze as he plowed another boot into my ribs. Brothers were coming out of the clubhouse by then, to see what the fuck was going on, and I was pretty sure Casa was placing bets on me dying—fucker that he was.

  Gauge grabbed Laney by the arms as she clawed at his face, and he pushed her so hard that she fell back on her ass.

  Fuck no, that shit wasn’t happening. I was more than prepared to take a beating for her, but he wasn’t laying a single fucking hand on her without facing my wrath. I snarled and dove up, because no one hurt my woman. I threw myself at him, knocking him onto his back and straddling the fucker while I pummeled my fists into his face. Blood exploded from his nose, and then he threw me off him so we were rolling in the dirt. At some point he caught me in the jaw and my teeth snapped together, making me see stars and blood explode as a tooth came loose.

  It was a full-on fistfight as we beat the shit out of each other and our brothers formed a circle around us and cheered the fight on. Hardy pushed his way into the crowd, looking fucking furious when he saw it was Gauge and me.

  “What the fuck is going on here?” he bellowed, making every one immediately shut the fuck up.

  Gauge was holding me by the collar, his fist raised and ready to smash into my face for the sixth or seventh time, but he stopped and turned to look at Hardy. “Your boy claimed my girl, so I’m teaching him some fucking manners. Like how to ask before you go sticking your dick into pussy that ain’t yours!”

  “Well, it’s mine now, so fuckin’ deal with it,” I bit out, spitting blood onto the ground.

  Hardy looked from Gauge to me, and then he caught sight of Laney being held by Rose while she sobbed.

  “This true, Jesse?” Hardy asked, his eyes narrowing on me.

  I nodded and spat a mouthful of blood on the ground next to me. “Sure is. Claimed my woman and this fucker ain’t happy about it. Not that I give a shit, because it is what it is.”

  Gauge turned to look at me again. “I’m gonna fucking kill you, Jesse! That’s my little girl!”

  “No, that’s my fuckin’ old lady, brother,” I snarled out. “And I’m going to fuck her every which way for the rest of her life until she can’t walk straight and has a permanent smile on that beautiful fucking face of hers. We fucking clear now?” I raged.

  Gauge looked shocked, his face showing a split second of something other than hatred before morphing back. He let g
o of my collar, dropping me to the ground, and he stood up.

  He pointed a finger at me. “I only just got her back, Jesse,” he said, his nostrils flaring. “You can’t hurt her and go chasing her off or I swear to God I will fucking gut you. You hear me?”

  I stood up. “I hear you, and I ain’t ever planning on hurting her.”

  Gauge was still glaring at me. “You love her?”

  “Wouldn’t be making her my old lady if I didn’t, brother.”

  We stared at one another, both of us beat to hell and back, and both panting and breathless as we weighed our options. I got to my knees and then pushed up to standing, my body aching and hurting all over. I glanced over to Laney, taking in the shock written across her face—shock at me and what I’d just put myself through to have her, and shock at Gauge, finally taking some responsibility for her and making it known that he actually gave a shit about his little girl after all.

  I held out a hand to Gauge. “You can beat me however much you want, but it won’t change a damn thing, Gauge. She’s mine now.” I spat another mouthful of blood on the ground. “You hearin’ me, brother? She’s mine and I’m letting every brother know that she’s off limits. And if anyone touches what’s mine, I’ll put a bullet in their brain.”

  Gauge turned and glared at Laney. “Couldn’t fucking find yourself a nice college boy with a rich family, could you?” For once Laney didn’t come back with a biting remark, and Gauge shook his head and sighed. Blood was trailing from his nose and he wiped it away with the back of his hand before finally taking my hand in his. “You do good by my girl, or I’ll kill you myself, president’s son or not. You hearing me?”

  “Loud and clear.” I nodded. “I’ll fuckin’ kill myself if I hurt her. That I promise you, brother.”

  “You better hurry up and get yourself patched, Jesse. My girl deserves that much.” He pulled me in for a hug, patting my back noisily before shoving me away and making me stumble. “She deserves the fucking world,” he said, taking one last sideways glance at her before walking back inside the clubhouse.