Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC #1)

by Lexie Davis

  He tugged her top up and tossed it to the side. Her hands stroked his bare chest as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants. He couldn’t stop kissing her like his life depended on it. Maybe it did. Maybe the only semblance of a real life for him depended on Ella. She skimmed her hands along his stomach before wrapping them around him to pull him closer.

  “If you think this means you’re getting a free pass, think again.” She slipped her hands beneath the waistband of his shorts, digging her nails into his ass while nibbling along his chin. “I know you’re dealing with a lot. I wish I could help you with it but I don’t know how.”

  Yes, she did. He didn’t fucking know how, but she did. She always knew how to fix him. He closed his eyes and simply let her kiss him. Soft lips worked a tantalizing path across his chest while she squeezed his ass. Being in misery with her was a million times better than being in misery alone. Her mouth moved lower until she knelt before him. He glanced down at her as she timidly pulled his shorts down.

  “Ella.” He breathed her name with every intention of saying more, but her tongue circled the head of his cock, eliciting a groan from him instead.

  His mind shut off as he watched her beautiful lips part to wrap around his dick. She glanced up at him, sliding his shaft slowly into her mouth. There was a point in every losing battle when a man decided to give up. He wanted to do the right thing and push her away. It would make his life a hell of a lot easier. He gripped her head and watched as she slowly bobbed along his dick, making the fucking nightmare they called life disappear. When he was with her nothing else mattered. Her father could hate him. He could have club issues or the fucking vote could go the wrong way. It didn’t fucking matter. Ella’s soft hands caressed his hairy thighs as she sucked him. He wasn’t going to push her away anymore. He’d tried and failed. He needed to try harder at figuring out how they could live the life they wanted together. And that included her job offer in DC.

  “You’re not laughing this time.” Ella wrapped her hand around him, stroking. “I guess I’m doing something right… Or wrong? How was it again?”

  He lifted her onto the kitchen peninsula and moved between her legs. “I didn’t laugh at you. Hell, I’m never going to live that down. Everything you do is right. I’m hard with you just looking at me, much less anything else.”

  He stared at her. There was so much emotion coiling inside him that he didn’t know where to start. He didn’t do feelings very well. One time he cried when his pet cat died and his grandfather laughed, telling him only pussies cry over pussy. He had to be tough. He had to fucking handle the bullshit like a man.

  There was nothing tough about being with the woman he loved. She still had bruising around her eyes. It was yellow and discolored but she hid it pretty well with makeup. He felt so damn bad about hitting her. He knew she didn’t blame him, but he blamed himself. He shouldn’t have done it, even accidentally.

  He stared into her blue eyes, taking in everything. Her slight confusion as he watched her. The uncertainty she had as she bit her lower lip. She fidgeted on the countertop.

  “I tried so hard to push you away.” He rested his hands on either side of her hips. “I don’t want you to go to DC. I don’t want you to be mad at me about your father. I know I’m a huge fuck up but…”

  She smoothed her hands along his shoulders. “What’s so wrong with you being with me?”

  “Everything. It’s going to be a constant battle that we’re going to face daily. Your father and I will not ever get along.” He glanced down at her black panties. “I’ll never be good enough for you. I’m from the wrong side of the tracks and you’re a fantasy I’ve been chasing since we were fifteen.”

  She didn’t say anything, lightly squeezing his shoulders. Maybe it was the effects of whatever she’d given him, but he felt like a blubbering mess.

  “I do love you, though. I’ve probably always loved you. I’ve never been with a woman like you and I don’t ever want to be with another.” Frustration filled him. “I don’t know, Ella. I told you that I needed you in my life and I do. You make me want to be a better person. To be that guy you need in your life. I probably won’t achieve it, but I want to spend the rest of my life trying. Maybe even throw in a kid or two.”

  He swallowed back his emotion, not quite meeting her eyes. “I know I tried to push you away, but I’d rather be dead than not have you by my side. For good or bad.”

  She leaned forward and kissed him. His world felt right when she was in his arms, and that wasn’t something to be ashamed of. That wasn’t being a pussy. He loved her and he’d do anything for her. He knew it and soon enough others would too.

  “You never give yourself enough credit.” She pressed her hand over his chest, right above his heart. “You are a good person to me. You make me feel safe and you make me smile. I think I’ve been crushing on you since I was fifteen too.” She smiled at him. “I know you think you’re protecting me from yourself by pushing me away, but maybe I need you too. You give me the happiness I want. Yes, you are completely frustrating and an absolute asshole some of the time. But even when we fight, there’s a point where we both look at each other and know that it’s pointless. I’d rather wrap my arms around you and pull you close.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek as she pulled him closer to her. “I want to help you when you’re hurting, Ryker. That’s not me seeing you as a problem to fix. When people care about one another they’re supportive and caring. I wish I could take away your pain just as much as you wish you can take away mine.”

  He closed his eyes. His chest felt lighter. He smiled as he slipped his arms around her, pressing his face against her neck. “I love you, Ella.”

  “I love you too.” She pulled back and kissed him. “Now can we get to the sex part of making up? You promised a few days ago to give me the experience I wanted.”

  He chuckled. “I think you know the answer to that.”

  She brushed her finger along his lower lip. “We’re going to be okay. You need someone to kick your ass and keep you in line. I nominate myself.”

  He lifted her, kicking his shorts to the side, and carried her down the hall to their bedroom. With urgency, they both worked on getting her clothes off. She laughed as she struggled with her front closure bra while he made quick work of getting rid of her panties. He liked the way the scrap of lace looked, but he liked what it hid even better. He glanced up, watching her as she struggled to free her arms from the straps of her bra. She finally gave up and pouted at him.

  “I think I’m going to keep you like that.” He moved between her legs and bent to take her hard nipple in his mouth.

  “You don’t want to do that,” she said, exasperated.

  “Why not?”

  She struggled, breaking free from the confinements. “Because then I couldn’t do this.”

  She reached between them and stroked him, swirling her finger around the tip of his cock. “I like the way you taste.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his ear. “And I want your cock in my mouth.”

  Ryker gulped as his cock hardened. His sweet Ella was becoming a cock tease. She gently pushed him back so that he lay next to her on the bed. “Now you’re just trying to kill me.”

  “No. I need you alive to carry out my plans.” She moved in between his legs, stroking his cock. “But if you do go into AFib, I’m perfectly capable of reviving you.”

  She leaned down and sucked his cock into her mouth. Ah, hell. His wet dream was coming to life. Her lips tightened around him as she sank down, taking him deeper into her mouth. Hot, wet heat surrounded his cock while she tightened her mouth around him, giving him just the right pressure to blow the fucking top off his head. He loved it.

  He was fairly certain that he had never been more aroused in all his life. His cock had hardened at the mere sight of her down on her knees in front of him in the kitchen and he hadn’t lost any momentum. Not even with all the emotions spirali
ng inside him. The need to be with her only grew stronger, more intense. It damn near took his breath away.

  She licked his entire length before moving lower to lap at his balls. He moaned at the pleasure of it, need coiling low in his belly. She had no idea what she did to him. Using her hand to stroke up from the base, she sucked the tip of his cock, sending ripples of pleasure pulsing through him. When he’d had about all he could take, he shifted, pushing her back so he could fit between her legs.

  His fingers locked around her wrists as he pushed her arms over her head. She stared up at him with complete trust in her eyes. “I love your mouth on my cock.”

  He held her wrists with one hand while the other glided along her neck, then down to her breast. Her tight nipples were hard beneath his gaze and he couldn’t resist leaning in to taste them. He pulled one stiff point into his mouth, sucking lightly before flicking it with his tongue.

  “Then why’d you stop me?” she asked breathlessly.

  “Because.” His hand drifted lower, taking in the soft skin of her stomach before lingering at the top of her pussy. “I can’t resist touching you.”

  He dipped a finger into her wetness before moving to rub her clit. Her soft lips parted with a silent gasp as he stroked her.

  “Experience is knowing when to give and take.” He pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. “And it’s going to be a long time before I take.”

  “Fuck me.”

  “I am.” He leaned down to brush his lips against hers. “I’ve got a few hours before I need to go to the club. Spending them inside you sounds like the best way to make use of my time.”

  His cock pressed against her wet opening and he pushed his hips forward. It was their first time without barriers. He kissed her neck, lapping at the sensitive skin there while he linked his fingers with hers. In a very short time, Ella had become his life. He kissed the bruises on her face. The guilt of hurting her lessened each waning second, though he doubted it would ever fully go away. Ryker pulled her legs up so that they wrapped around his waist as he pumped into her, driving his cock into her pussy with hard, deep strokes. He fought a useless battle when he tried to push her away from him. She was everything he didn’t know he wanted and he wasn’t about to let her go.

  Clutching Ella’s wrists tightly, he fucked her. Pleasure filled her face as she looked up at him. His cock forced its way into her pussy, hitting every sensitive spot and driving her pleasure higher. He wanted to give her pleasure. He wanted to be the man that made her happy.

  Reaching between them, his finger found her clit and pushed her over the edge. Her soft cries of pleasure filled his ears as her pussy tightened around him, squeezing him hard. Ella was home and he never wanted to leave.

  “I love you,” she said, tears in her eyes. “I just … I needed to say that.”

  Buried inside her, he leaned forward to kiss her. His brain went into overload as she gave him rough, drugging kisses. Her arms came around him as her fingernails dug into his back. He shuddered and came, completely surrounded by his woman. He pressed his face against her neck as he lay there against her soft curves. Her breasts pillowed his chest while her pussy hugged him deep.

  “I think you know I love you.” Ryker closed his eyes as he breathed her in. “I always have and I always will.”

  She pressed her lips to his shoulder, smiling. “Does this mean I’m your old lady?”

  He snorted and rolled to his side. “Where the fuck did that come from?”

  “I’ve done some research.”

  “The Roaming Devils don’t have old ladies.”

  “Maybe not.” She rubbed her hand along the ripples of his stomach. “It’s kind of an offensive term too. I’m not old.”

  He kissed the side of her head, pulling her closer. “You can call yourself whatever you want. I’m just going to call you mine.”

  “We still need to talk about DC.”

  He closed his eyes. “I don’t want you to go.”

  “I know.” She propped her chin on his chest. “What am I going to do, though? None of the hospitals in Atlanta want me.”

  “They want you.” He stared into her eyes. “But even if they don’t, you could get a job working at one of the free clinics. There are several around Atlanta. Or you could start your own.”

  “When I get my license it’ll be in emergency medicine. You don’t really have your own practice with that.”

  “You’ll figure out something, sweetheart. This city is too big and you’re too fucking good for them not to want you.” He kissed her temple. “Just try again.”

  She pushed up from him. “I will. I take my boards in a few months. I guess it really depends on whether or not I pass.”

  “You will.” He brushed his hand along her back. “You’re smart and amazing. You’re going to do perfectly fine.”

  She smiled at him. “You’re biased, but I’ll take it.”

  “Hey, I’m a former patient. I know how awesome you are.”

  She leaned down to kiss him. “Can we have dinner together before you leave?”

  “Of course.” He brushed her hair from her cheek. She was so damn beautiful. “And when we’re through, I’m going to fuck you again.”

  “Mmm. I guess we need to hurry.” She stood and left the room.

  Ryker couldn’t stop smiling. This was the life he wanted. Ella. The club. He couldn’t ask for anything more. There would be problems, but he was confident that they’d get through them together. Maybe in some weird twist of events, he and her father would make peace and learn to live with one another.

  Standing, he decided to take it one day at a time. Ella brought out the best in everyone and if he and her father were meant to get along, she’d be the only reason why. He left the room to find her. He only had a few hours left before the vote. While he was nervous about the fate of his future with the club, he didn’t dwell on it. The club would always be there for him whether he led it or not.

  “How many times do you think we can come before our order gets here?” She held up a take-out menu and her cell phone.

  He grinned. “Make the call and we’ll find out.”

  Epilogue

  The voting process was simple. Ryker walked into the club and spoke to a few members that were friends. The club women had planned a party for the after business affair and many of the men were ready to get down to business. They had nearly thirty voting members at the Atlanta chapter. The members up for election couldn’t vote themselves. For the president, it needed to be unanimous. For the nominations he presented for the rest of the group, it needed to be majority. Ryker didn’t know where he stood with some members, but he felt pretty good about where the club was headed. Where they wanted him to take them.

  He led the men into chapel. They collected cellphones at the door and had added seats around the large wooden table. When they’d voted him in as VP, a fight had broken out at the urging of Sonny. He hadn’t wanted Ryker involved in the club. He wasn’t as easy to control. Things were changing, though. The white gold his father loved dealing was about to be handed over to Young Blood. He had too much riding on staying clean and sober that the thought of even being near the junk was difficult. His cravings were mostly gone and he attributed it to the lack of dealing with the cocaine distribution.

  “Have a seat,” Ryker commanded. “First we’re voting on new members. Rooster and Zeus have been prospects for over a year now. Anyone oppose them joining the club?” When nobody said anything, Ryker nodded. “Welcome to the Roaming Devils. You’re our brothers for life.”

  Rooster saluted him and Zeus tapped his fist against his chest. They were both loyal men. Not only to Ryker, but to everyone around them. He liked them well enough to potentially make one of them part of the hierarchy of the club.

  “You all know how this goes. Yay or nay. President vote must be unanimous. President’s nominations for VP, sergeant-at-arms, treasurer, secretary, and road captain are majority. If there isn’t any other business t
o discuss, we’ll get started.”

  Ryker glanced around the room. These men were his family. He’d known most of them his entire life. He’d patched in with a few. Most of the men knew what to expect with the vote. He didn’t see anything bad coming from it.

  “For president of the Atlanta chapter of the Roaming Devils Motorcycle Club, how do you vote myself, Ryker Dennison, to be your leader?” Ryker barely got all the words out before the room filled with multiple yays. They unanimously voted him in. “For vice president of the Roaming Devils, I nominate Superman.”

  The club members threw out several yays.

  “For sergeant-at-arms, I nominate Vampire.”

  More yays.

  “Secretary goes to Mad Dog. Treasurer goes to Bullfrog.” More yays. “And road captain goes to one of our new members, Rooster.”

  The club agreed, which made it much easier than the last vote. He’d gotten into an argument with one of his father’s fans about the VP spot and ended up taking a knife to the gut as a result. His father had been amused. But it wasn’t so funny when Ryker slashed the other man’s throat in the middle of the fucking room. It had all been fun and games to his father, but that time was over. The club needed to be resurrected, and he was the man to do the job.

  Ryker lifted the gavel and banged it on the table. “Welcome to the new Roaming Devils Motorcycle Club.”

  The End

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