Ryder's Last Run (Dueling Dragons MC Series)

by Rose Dewallvin

  I looked at Bull and Tank, and they shook their heads no at me. They knew how much trouble it could cause if I went after the crazy shit! I decided to let it go, for now.

  I nodded, letting them know I was cool with them hanging back and watching me pleasure my girl. I walked back over to Bambi, still sitting there spread out for my worship. I went to a cabinet Pops kept stocked up with supplies for a little light bondage. Yeah, I get my kinky side from my Pops. He used to be quite the player in his day, even when he was with my mom. He couldn’t keep his junk in his pants and the whores liked it when he spanked and fucked them hard.

  I pulled out a pair of leather cuffs and walked back over toward Bambi, dangling them in front of her face. She looked up and gave me a shy smile. I took the smile as my cue to bind her wrists and have my way with her. Grabbing her left wrist, I buckled the cuff and then wrapped her arm behind her back and grabbed her other wrist and none too gently and fasten it behind her back. She’s in my control now and shits gonna get fun!

  I bent down and ran my hands up her legs, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under my hands. I made my way up to her glistening, exposed pussy. I lowered my head and used my hands to spread her even wider than she already was. She gasped, already on edge from her bang up blowjob on Zig. I flicked at her clit with my tongue and used my free hand to smack her thigh. She settled back into the chair and let her body relax as I used my tongue to explore her pussy.

  Pushing two fingers in, I could feel the warmth of her and fuck if she wasn’t wet as hell for me! As I used my fingers and tongue to bring her close to her edge, I switched it up a little and worked my way down, biting her mound and moving onto her thigh, introducing a little pain with the pleasure. She shuddered as I lightly bit her skin and continued to work her wet cunt with my fingers. She leaned back in the chair and I knew she was close as she moaned and writhed under my touch.

  I decided to move in for the kill and brought my mouth back up to her sweet spot, plunging my fingers deeper, curving them up to hit her G-spot and suck her clit. That’s all it took to bring her undone. She leaned forward and clamped her legs together tightly as her pussy squeezed my fingers inside of her. As she came all over my hand, her juices sprayed out and hit my face. Fuck, I’d never been able to make a chick spray before. I’d heard about it, but I really didn’t think it was real. I lapped it up and she tasted so fucking sweet!

  Just as I was about to stand up and take her from behind while she was still bound up in wrist cuffs, I heard Poison’s song “Talk Dirty to Me” comes on over the stereo. I pulled her up out of the chair and walked her over to a pool table, bending her belly down over it. I undid my leathers, pulled my hard aching cock out, and plunged deep inside that slick wet pussy. She lifted her head up and yelled my name as I continued to pound her. I was hoping for a double penetration party with Zig, but I think she scared his ass off with her topping trick.

  I grabbed and pulled her long silky hair into my hands and tugged hard.

  As I continued to rock against her body, we were both sweating. She arched her back and stuck her ass out for me to ram it home hard. Tank and Bull were getting a good show. I grabbed Bambi’s hips and pounded her hard and fast and then I reached forward and pulled her clit between my thumb and forefinger.

  She jumps a little from the shock of the pain but she gets a little wetter as her pussy wraps around my dick pulling at it tighter and tighter. I lean forward and remind that she’s not allowed to cum until I tell her that she can.

  She slightly shakes her head no at me. She plays off defiant pretty fucking good, but I am about to one up her little game! I grabbed and pulled her hair with one hand, then pulled my other hand back and slapped her sweet ass as hard as I could. She squealed out in pain but fuck if her juices weren’t dripping out of her cunt, running down my balls and my leg. Oh ya! My BamBam loves a good spanking. I smacked her ass a few times more as I plunged deeper and pounded her pussy. She’s almost there and so am I.

  I gave her about three more pushes with my aching hard-as-sin cock and slapped her ass one last time, moaning out her name as I let go deep inside of her. “Oh fuck, Bam Bam! Baby, you can come with me. Do it, bitch, Fucking cuuuuuuuuuuum NOW!!!!”

  She let go and sprayed that sticky shit all over me, screaming my name as she was lost in her own orgasm. I’d never driven any woman over the edge that far and fuck if it didn’t make me feel invincible.

  I leaned forward, panting for breath as I took in Bambi’s scent. I wanted to hold her close and never let her go. I reached up and undid her leather cuffs, pulling her to me. She’s still in a dreamlike state and I can feel her heavy breathing and her heart beats rapidly beating against my chest.

  I looked over and saw that Tank and Bull had left. I was glad, because I didn’t want to let my brothers see the softer side of me. I continued to hold Bambi as she came down from her orgasm. I ran my hands up and down her back and kissed her neck, whispering how fantastic she was. I wanted to hold her forever, to keep her close and not let the evils of my lifestyle affect her in a negative way. That was when I knew I was a goner when it came to Bambi. She had a strong hold on my heart and my dick.

  ****

  “Ghost, let’s go!”

  I’m pulled from the dream about Bambi. God, she was a hot little thing when I met her. She and I grew into the people we are now because of what we did to each other. She never fucked around while we were together, but what makes me think Faith will wait?

  My brain doesn’t seem to want to shut the hell up. Here I go again, doubting her and myself.

  “Where am I fighting tonight? Aren’t you worried someone might see me?” I don’t know why I bother asking this fuck anything. I shake my head and follow him down the hallway.

  We walk into a garage, where I can see two Yukon SUVs. A goon walks over and opens the door to the passenger side, motioning for me to climb into the SUV. I try to get comfortable; I look around and see the driver and a goon sitting in the third row seat. The older Russian gets in and sits next to me; he says something to the driver in Russian.

  The garage door opens and the SUVs back out. I suddenly realize where we are. I was so wrong earlier; we are in the middle of what looks like Arizona. Growing up here I know this place like the back of my hand. On one side of the car I can see the mountains and desert; on the other side of the car is what looks like a housing development.

  We pull up to a huge blue and white tent out in the middle of the desert. There are a ton of cars and huge spotlights pointed up to the sky to announce the location. I also see some bikes and hope that maybe my boys are here.

  We park around the back, next to the opening of the tent. “Stop here; his spot is right inside.”

  The car stops and we file out. I’m directed to a smaller tent that’s connected to the big one. “You will get ready in here. You have fifteen minutes before your first fight of the night. Be ready to make me some money.” He turns to walk towards the bigger tent. “And Ryder, remember that I know where your ol’ lady and sister are. I won’t hesitate to take them.”

  Chapter 5 -

  Faith

  I wake with a start and realize that I’m in my dad’s house. Everything that is messed up in my life is real. My fiancé’s gone and has been missing for a week; no one knows where he is. My father is dying and could go at any second. And, to top off the shit list, the Russians might come after me for some fucking reason. I can’t catch a break.

  A light knock on my door interrupts my thoughts. “Come in.” I sit up to see my brother, Will. He sets a tray on my bedside table.

  “What’s all this?” I snicker as I point to the sandwich, chips, cookie, and soda on the tray.

  “Well, I thought you might be hungry and, with the talking you did in your sleep, it seems like you’re under some stress. I thought I’d let you sleep and then come bug you about what’s wrong. So, tell me.”

  I know he doesn’t want to pry into my life, but he’s also trying to learn
to trust me again after I ran away. I reach over and take a big gulp of my soda and look at my brother to gauge if he’s ready to hear what I’m about to tell him.

  “Well, you see… How do I say this? Ryder is, umm…” Why am I stumbling over my words? Will isn’t going to judge me. “Ryder is a biker and something happened. I know it’s bad because I was talking to him and he, well, he asked me to marry him before he left.” I’m rushing to get all of this out because if I don’t I’m going to chicken out. “He also asked me, well, not really asked but demanded that I promise to always be here no matter what. When I promised, he hung up on me. I can’t get a hold of him and neither can anyone else.” I start to shake. “I just know something bad has happened.”

  I can see that Will wants to say something, but my phone starts to buzz on the nightstand. It’s Ziggy.

  “Sorry, Will, I have to take this.” I pick up the phone. “Ziggy, please tell me you have some good news.”

  “Faithie, I’m sorry….” That’s all I hear before I drop the phone and black out.

  ****

  Ryder

  Tonight was my first official fight for the fucking Russians. I fucked that dude up pretty bad. He got a few good shots in but I’m not the one who’s going to be pissing blood for the next week. I saw a few of the brothers at the fight. Still a little pissed off that they didn’t do anything.

  Adrenaline is blasting through my veins just thinking about the fight. All I can think about while I lie on this fucking shitty cot is how good it felt to really lay into someone. I let out a lot of the anger I’ve been holding in and, when I heard someone yell “think of your father,” I fucking let go.

  ****

  “Think of your father, Ghost!” I hear it from the crowd and that’s what I needed to get this shit started in the right way. This slimy looking fuck has gotten a few good hits into my jaw and a few into my ribs. Bringing my fists up to chin level, I bounce back a little bit and bob to the right to avoid his fist making contact with my chin again. “Now, Ghost. Let go!”

  Those words push me over the last bit of edge and its like I lose all rational thoughts. Before I know it my right fist connects with his nose; the blood starts to dump from the area. Grunting in pain he grabs his nose. Moving forward, I kick at his ribs and lower stomach. He starts to bend at the knees and I know I have him right where I want him.

  “Finish him! Finish him!” I hear the crowd start to cheer and Avenged Sevenfold – Hail to the King blasts through the speakers. Fuck yeah, I want to amp up the crowd a little bit more, I like this shit, never really liked attention before. But if every fight is like this I could dig this shit.

  I start to walk around the stage a little bit, pumping my fists in the air and that’s when I see him. I connect eyes with my best friend, my brother. Ziggy is standing there in full leathers with a dumbfounded look on his face. I stop and wipe the blood from my eyes to make sure that I’m seeing what I think I am. Standing about 20 feet from the ring are Zig, Flem, Tank, and Fat Boy. Flem is the first one to say something, “What the fuck?” I hear him say over all the cheering in the tent but I can’t make out what the others are saying to him. They all drop their beer bottles and walk out. What the fuck was that about?

  Fuck it. I don’t have time to worry about this shit. Walking over to the punk on the other side of the ring, I reach around his neck and bring his face down on my knee, busting his nose wide open. I’ve gone off the deep end. I slam the guy’s face against my knee again. As I let go of his head, he leans forward and spits out blood and teeth. Fuck, I knocked out a few teeth.

  I walk back over to the crowd and rile them up a little bit more. Walking back over to the struggling limp dick that was supposed to be this amazing MMA fighter, I kick him hard enough in the ribs that I feel at least four of them break under my blow. Dropping to the floor, he holds his mid-section and I kick again, this time not only in his stomach but also in his face. I kicked him until he passes out from either the loss of blood or the pain. The ref finally grabs me around the waist and pulls me back. “All right, all right. Break it up! Fight is over!”

  ****

  The cell door opens and in steps the head Russian.

  “All right, you fuck. I’ve been here for about a week now. I haven’t talked to my ol’ lady or any of my boys. I know that someone is going to come looking for me. You do understand that I am the MC’s Vice Prez now, right? So why don’t we start with who the fuck are you?” I don’t know why I never thought of asking before.

  He laughs. “Well, well. I’m so impressed that I’m thinking about making you the closing fighter for me permanently. How does this sound to you?”

  Am I seriously considering doing this? What am I thinking? I have my boys to get home to and I have my ol’ lady. But is she really going to want me after she sees what I’ve become? I love fighting, but I also love my girl.

  Fuck. I growl and look at the ugly Russian fuck standing in front of me. “If I’m going to continue to fight for you, I need to know who I’m fighting for.”

  “All these years you have drove for your precious club and you never thought to ask the name of your employer. I figured you were smarter than that, Ryder.”

  If this fuck wasn’t the highest member of this chain of the Russian Family, I would beat him to a pulp. With the adrenaline running through my veins, I could kill him easily and not give a fuck.

  “Just fucking tell me. I am not in the mood.” I push myself off the cot. He steps back and pulls a lighter from his pocket.

  “Smoke?”

  I shake my head and start to pace the room to help calm my nerves.

  “The name is Antoniy Manakov. But you can call me Mr. Manakov.” The name rings a bell. I just can’t seem to put my finger on it.

  I can’t believe it, but I am actually considering fighting for him on a regular basis, depending on what the stakes are. If it gets me back to my boys and my woman earlier and quicker, at this point I will do anything. “So. What does fighting for you full time entail?”

  “It entails more than you will ever realize or dream of. Just stick with me and things will work themselves out perfectly.” He grins an actually toothy smile and adds, “Do this and I will leave your women alone.” Then he lights up his cigar again, takes a couple of puffs, turns and leaves.

  Fuck, what have I done? At least I ensured that he won’t do anything to Layla or Faith.

  ****

  Ziggy

  Last night was the worst night of my life. I kicked the chick that I’ve been fuckin’ for the last few years out of my life and I watched my best friend’s life shatter before me.

  “Well, I think you need to fuck off for the night Rogue. I need to call Ryder’s sister and ol’ lady and let them know what the fuck is going on.” Exhaling I run my hands through my hair. He stands up and grabs his cut and slings it on and out the door he goes. I love the fact that my bros know when I say to fuck off they actually listen.

  I walk over to the little fridge on the counter in my shitty little studio connected to the clubhouse; this place smells like pot, sex and cigarettes. I grab a beer and prepare for the two hardest phone calls I’ve ever had to make.

  Layla picks up on the second ring. Talking on the phone is always sketchy so we use code words and just watch what we say. Less is more, right? She, of course, goes all buck-wild on me over the phone as I try to explain. Now, I have to calm this crazy Italian woman down. Ryder is like her in so many ways it’s not even funny.

  “All I’m going to tell you is see you in a week or so. Get shit sorted in Kentucky and get your ass down here. Your momma wants to see you and your son is here.” She starts talking so goddamn fast that the only thing I can do is spit out an ‘all right, Layla’ and hang up. Now, I have to call my best friend and brother’s old lady and tell her that her man is off his goddamn rocker and seems to be working for the Russians.

  What am I going to do? We took the oath that no woman or kids would be involved in club bus
iness. But fuck, Faith wasn’t bred for this shit; she was bred to be with some dipshit square. I don’t understand how Ryder always gets the keepers and I’m stuck with the fucking psychos.

  I take a big pull off my beer and lie back on my bed, preparing to hear a woman’s heart break over the phone. I slide my thumb across the screen and pull up my contacts. Finding Faith’s number, I push call. I hear the phone ring once and then twice.

  “Ziggy, please tell me you have some good news.” God, this shit is going to be worse than I thought. Better just cut to the point.

  “No, I’m, sorry, sweets, I don’t. But I just wanted to let you know that we know where he is.” I hear her inhale sharply, “But we are working and getting other information.”

  I hear the phone drop. I call for her to pick it up. A few seconds later, I hear someone in the background saying her name; it’s probably her brother.

  “Hello? Can someone pick up the fucking phone?” I yell into the phone.

  “Yeah, hello?” I hear a scratching sound in the background. “Hello? Ziggy? Is that your name?” A booming deep voice comes across the phone.

  “Yeah, who’s this?” He tells me his name is Will. Faith has passed out, so I tell him about Ryder, trying not to give too much detail into the club’s activities. I trust Faith as much as I trust any bitch.

  ****

  I wake up a few hours later to a text. It’s from Prez.

  See U @ church 7pm

  He’s going to want an update on what the hell we saw last night. That was some shit. I’ve known Ryder since we were in third grade. We became fast friends and we are still by each other’s sides. That’s why I don’t believe that he’s working for the Russians like Flem seems to think. There is something going on inside this club, though. Ryder and I haven’t been around for a few months, but it doesn’t feel like it did when we were here to finalize the plans for this run. Shit has shifted around here; I’m not sure what it is, but I plan to find out. What the fuck is going on?