Ride To Vengeance (A Rough Riders MC Novel #3): A Rough Riders MC Novel #3 (The Rough Riders MC Series)

by Selene Chardou

  Ronan couldn’t believe she was still in the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed, her iPhone pressed to her ear as she quietly spoke to someone important.

  “Yes, sir, of course I understand. Thank you for all your help with this assignment and have a great day.” Naomi ended the call and breathed a sigh of relief.

  “What was that about?” he questioned nonchalantly as he sat next to her on the bed in a towel and nothing else.

  “Work stuff.” She looked at him and smiled suggestively. “If I wanted to discuss what I did when you weren’t around, you know I would. But it’s of no importance when I see you looking like this. I just want you to lay me down on this California King bed and do what you do best.”

  “Ugh, woman, you’re killing me. What about breakfast?” He reached over with a strong hand and grabbed her by the back of her neck, bringing her body closer to his.

  “I’ll still make you breakfast but right now . . . I’m not really interested in eating . . . food that is,” she whispered in his ear.

  How could he turn her down when she looked delectable? Good enough to quell the hunger pains in his stomach and squelch the hangover he’d been dealing with since he woke up?

  The shower had definitely helped but being next to her, feeling consumed by her with overwhelming passion did the rest.

  Ronan kissed her with great intensity, his tongue seeking entrance into her open mouth and she responded. Her short, black silk bathrobe fell open and he squeezed her breasts as he laid her down on the bed and shed his own towel.

  All he wanted to do was part those silky brown thighs and find the warmth between her legs with his cock, aching and swollen, ready to be inside her. Although he knew he’d never hear the end of it if he didn’t get her off first.

  They’d had some very nice quickies in their time but this wouldn’t be one of them. He could feel her unease about this new assignment and she needed him to make love to her. She needed to be wanted and reassured she meant everything in the world to him and he was willing to do that because he loved her with all of his heart.

  Slowly, he ended their kiss as his lips trailed down her jawline and down her neck. Her nipples were already swollen from his talented fingers pinching and playing with them but that didn’t stop him from devouring one with his hungry mouth. He licked and suckled on it like a fat kid at an “all-you-can-eat” buffet before he tackled the other with just as much fervor.

  Naomi moaned in a low, throaty voice and he worked himself lower until he kissed her stomach, his tongue darting playfully into her belly button where he knew she was ticklish. She let out a quick laugh before his mouth trailed down to the holy of holies between her legs.

  It was nice she kept excellent hygiene in that area and had a Brazilian wax; it made his job all the more easier of parting her lips with his thumbs and giving her hard clit a quick lick. Her breath, stuck in her throat, finally released as he wrapped his mouth around the hard nub and suckled hard. Her hips rose to meet his speed as he alternated between giving her long, slow licks with his determined tongue and wrapping his lips around her swollen nub.

  Ronan slid two fingers inside her wet pussy and caressed her G-spot. Before he could get a good rhythm going, she came, soaking his fingers with her juices as an orgasm washed over her.

  “My turn,” she purred before she tackled him, trapping him between her legs before she turned them over as if they were wrestling.

  He allowed her to win because he could never imagine hurting her, not ever. She kissed her way down his chest, her tongue wicked yet amazing against his nipples while she caressed his hard length with one of her determined and talented hands. His cock was so hard it hurt. God, he wanted to be inside of her but she was a minx and would make him beg for it within minutes.

  Once her mouth found his cock and sucked on the mushroom head, he breathed a sigh of relief as her tongue licked the pre-cum off the opening before she devoured him.

  If there was one thing Naomi excelled at beautifully, it was being a lady in public while a dirty little whore in private. He loved that about her because he had the best of both worlds.

  Nothing about their bodies was taboo. They’d tasted, licked, sucked and caressed every part of each other. That morning, she was in a teasing mood as she deep throated him while caressing his balls. He was so close to coming but held back. Just as he thought he knew what would could next, she tea-bagged him while her fingers caressed his perineum and he thought he would explode in the process.

  “Enough!” Ronan exclaimed as he sat up. “Come here, you dirty little bitch. I’m gonna fuck you hard and rough because I know you want it.”

  She smiled wickedly and glanced at him with those big doe-eyes. “Yes, Daddy.”

  Oh, how he fucking loved when she called him that! Some women found it a bit distasteful but her real father was “Papa” or “Papi” to her so calling him “Daddy” meant nothing to her. It was a term of endearment and a way of letting him know he was in control.

  Naomi crawled toward him and before she could wrap her arms around his neck, Ronan grabbed his cock and entered her roughly. Not that it mattered, she was soaking wet and he slid easily to the hilt inside her body. She balanced herself on top of him before she began to ride his cock like she was at a rodeo.

  Between the gyrating of her hips and the way he slid in and out of her, she’d begun to drive him crazy. He needed to really pound her at that moment. She’d gotten that gentle touch and caress she needed but now he really wanted to fuck her hard and rough the way he wanted.

  Ronan flipped them over and drove into her as she moaned out loud in ecstasy. He rammed his cock in and out her as he fingered her clit with his right thumb and fucked her hard. She squeezed her kegel muscles around his length and that was his undoing. Between her juicy pussy and the feel of all that silky wetness around his cock, he came with such force, he thought he might pass out.

  They lay like that, him between her splayed legs as he kissed her lips and fingered her nipples.

  “My God, why can’t I see past you? When we’re together, nothin’ else exists but you and me.” Ronan smirked. “I know I sound like a bitch but babe, I gotta say you’re the one for me. I knew it the moment we met and I know it now. I couldn’t imagine bein’ with anyone else but you.”

  “I know,” Naomi replied before she smiled. “It’s the same way with me. I’ve loved and lost before—don’t get me wrong—but I’ve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else. You’re it. The one, sweetie. Don’t you fuckin’ go and break my heart the way that asshole brother of yours did to Gisela. I’m not her.”

  “Hey, he learned from the best,” he said in a bitter voice. “No man is as good at breaking hearts as our old man. You know how much shit my mom has had to put up with through the years? It wasn’t just Eve and him havin’ Trey on the side. What about Kasper’s rich piece of ass mother or that Saint slapper he got Loire by? He’s never been able to keep it in his pants.

  “If Cillian was ever untrue to Gisela, blame the person who needs to be blamed—our dad, Dizzy. Hell, look how fucked up Jaden is. He can’t even fuckin’ pick a woman. He’s gotta be greedy and hold on to some rich bitch all the while havin’ a baby with another woman and not being able to commit. Face it, I come from one fucked up, psychologically damaged family.”

  She turned his face toward hers and kissed his lips ever so softly. “Yeah? And what? You think my family was the Waltons or some such shit? There’s no such thing as a perfect family, Ronan. I don’t expect you to be a saint—you’re human for God’s sake. I just want us to be decent and respect one another. If you happen to stray then tell me and we’ll work it out.

  “You’re a fuckin’ biker, yeah? If I wanted a straight-laced husband, I should have been on the lookout for an accountant. I chose you—I chose this life. I know everything isn’t gonna be sunshine, rainbows and My Little Pony. I’m a fuckin’ DEA agent and I was with U.S. Air Force. You think I don’t know men?”
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  “Nah, I know you know men.”

  “Good then you know if you ever stray, I won’t take it so calmly. I might crack a few ribs and you might lose a few teeth but we’ll get over it. You’ll get fixed up by the doc . . . get a few dental implants and we’ll be okay.”

  Ronan laughed out loud before he kissed her mouth again. “Woman, you’re fuckin’ crazy but I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

  “You bet your ass you wouldn’t,” she shot back as he rolled over.

  Naomi stood, walked to the bathroom and closed the door. After about twenty minutes, she emerged fully dressed while he’d spent that time flat on his back, his arms tucked underneath his head as he contemplated the day ahead.

  “Hurry up, slow poke. You said you wanted breakfast and I’m going downstairs to make it right now.”

  She opened and shut the door behind herself, leaving him alone.

  Ronan stood to his feet, strode to their walk-in closet and chose a few items from his side. Quickly, he dressed in a pair of slight baggy dark jeans and a fitted plain t-shirt with his sleeveless leather cut over it. After slipping on a pair of black, steel-toed shitkickers, he walked expeditiously down the stairs to face Hardy and his on-again/off-again lover, Talia Viaro.

  Naomi busied herself in the kitchen making breakfast while Talia kept waving away everything his old lady offered to her away while she nursed a cup of hot tea flavored with lemon and honey.

  Ronan sat down at the table and before he could get comfortable, Naomi placed a large mug of coffee in front of him along with scrambled eggs, homemade hash browns and several perfectly cooked sausage patties.

  He dug in as she joined him at the table and sat down with a cup of coffee along with a plate of scrambled eggs, a slice of toast and a sausage patty. She claimed she was only trying to keep fit but he had a feeling DEA field officers had to maintain a certain weight and body fat ratio. She watched what she ate and drank like a hawk, hence the reasons of times he’d ever seen her out of control were few and far between.

  “What’s up with you, Talia? Jitters about an upcoming concert or something else?” Naomi wondered after she sipped from her coffee.

  The massively famous rock star—and lead singer of Winter’s Regret—glanced at Ronan’s old lady and shrugged in a non-committal manner. “I’m fine, seriously. Just . . . man problems . . . but we all have them, right?”

  Ronan stared at Naomi who glanced back at him before she replied, “Honey, I got ninety-nine problems but believe you me—a cock ain’t one of ’em.”

  Talia snickered out loud. “Consider yourself lucky then. Jaden is . . . hard to deal with under the best circumstances and right now, conditions aren’t ideal.”

  “Aren’t you due to that party Trista and Linx are hosting this week for their Vegas housewarming?”

  Talia nodded after she sipped from her tea. “Like I said, the situation isn’t good right now. Apparently, I’m to blame for everything, including his junkie girlfriend. I swear to God, if I would have known this would be my life, I would have let him overdose while we were on tour in Western Europe.”

  “No, you wouldn’t have,” Naomi retorted knowingly. “You would have done exactly what you did do. No one ever said life was right or fair but it’s what we make of it. You don’t have to put up with Jaden’s bullshit anymore than you’re willing to. You have a good man right here who wants to be there for you. Maybe it’s time for you to take that choice of whether he gets to tear pieces of your heart away from you. You can always just say no.”

  “I would love to but you’re aware I also have a son who links Jaden and I together.”

  “Yes, I am aware of that but there is also a such thing as single motherhood,” Naomi snapped. “Do you think you’re the only woman who has ever been burdened with a dead-beat ex-spouse? You should thank your lucky stars you have Hardy by your side. Nothing is ever lost. I think you need to stop feeling sorry for yourself, step up to the plate and make some decisions not only for you but for your son as well.”

  Talia’s pale green eyes narrowed before she stood. “Aren’t you the fount of wisdom this morning?”

  Naomi shrugged apathetic shoulders. “I try to be every now and then.”

  “Listen, I gotta go. See you later.” Talia kissed Hardy before she quickly left, slamming the front door behind her.

  The Vegas Prez glared at Ronan. “Christ, brother, you can’t get your old lady to shut the fuck up for five minutes?”

  “The old lady is right here and no, I’m not gonna placate your little girlfriend because she’s just as indecisive as that shit-for-brains rock star she’s on again-off again with. Jesus, how can you sit by and stand it?” Naomi replied flippantly.

  “I can’t force her to make up her mind,” Hardy responded cryptically.

  Ronan glanced at Naomi. “Ouch, Jaden happens to be my brother you know.”

  “So. He still has shit for brains. There’s absolutely no contest between Faith and Talia yet he’s making a perfectly easy decision harder than it has to be simply ’cause he doesn’t want to choose. It makes him feel like a man to have these two gorgeous women fighting over him when at the end of the day, he’s not worth it at all.”

  Hardy’s crystal blue eyes hardened. “And you were worried about this tough as nails bitch meeting Fernando tonight? May I ask why exactly? Looks like she can handle herself just fine.”

  Ronan couldn’t help but smirk as he slid an arm around Naomi’s waist and squeezed softly. “Yep, she’s definitely my girl.”

  Chapter Two

  Naomi

  I studied my reflection in the bathroom mirror and straightened the barely there, midnight blue cocktail dress I wore. Paired with black Christian Louboutins and my silky yet wavy locks flowing wildly around my face, I looked exotic and drop dead gorgeous but not the least bit deadly.

  Fernando Navarro might have been a well-known bisexual but that certainly didn’t mean he wasn’t unknown to admire a woman’s unique beauty. However, it also meant he didn’t waste his precious time with someone he didn’t find aesthetically pleasing.

  I knew it was hard for Ronan to understand because he was used to everything being his way or the highway but I was literally running out of time. My legitimate career as a Drug Enforcement Agent was coming to an end and if I wanted to retire with a pension, I had no choice but to step in and help Eve Kerrigan with her RICO case.

  Of course he worried about me and didn’t want anything to happen to me but this was my job. I’d become DEA before we met although we’d known of each other for years. If I cared anything about my position in the government, I’d want to end my career on a good note, certainly not a lackluster one.

  Failure wasn’t an option as far as I was concerned.

  I grabbed my Kubotan knife, which could be easily hidden underneath my dress and my second weapon of choice, an MR9 Eagle with a four-inch barrel that fitted easily into my small Kate Spade handbag.

  Nervously, I checked my appearance one more time before I gathered my composure and walked out. Ronan sat on the bed, checking and re-checking his weapon.

  “Are you sure you should come along? There’s enough bad blood between the two clubs—understand I’m trying to keep the peace here. We can’t afford an incident that could put the Saints and Infierno at war again,” I said as I walked over to him and stood directly in front of him.

  He raised dark eyebrows over gorgeous violet-blue eyes. “Is this you tryin’ to tell me what to do because believe me, it’s not workin’ babe.”

  “No, I would never try to do that to you—not that it would work anyway—but I’m worried about tonight. Fernando has been described with many deplorable words but that doesn’t mean the man is inept or stupid. Unfortunately, he’s extremely charming, manipulative and cunning. There is a lot going on in the criminal underworld at the moment. Aztecas Infierno has a man on the run from the Feds. The Bastards are goin’ through major leadership changes with Evan taking over as Natio
nal President with Jonesy still being locked up at Supermax. Not to mention we’ve also suffered our own losses within the club,” I explained in a cautious voice.

  “So what is exactly your plan tonight? You’re not steppin’ into that club lookin’ hot as shit with nothin’ to offer . . . not if I can help it,” Ronan shot back.

  I shook my head slowly. “No, I’ve got somethin’ to offer him but I can’t tell you. I need the element of surprise workin’ in my favor and believe me, if you already know then your presence won’t have the effect I need you to have.”

  He set his gun down and grabbed the free hand I wasn’t clutching my Kate Spade handbag with for dear life. “Please don’t tell me you’re goin’ to blow this whole case wide open and pretend like you are in the power to negotiate a deal for him. Not after what his crew did to us in Birch Tree—that ain’t right. They should all fuckin’ hang, not be givin’ chances to do a fraction of the prison sentences they deserve—”

  “Take it up with the Feds, not me. I’m only trying to do my job and get the fuck outta of the DEA. I’m gettin’ too damn old for this shit. Playin’ both sides. It’s just not for me. Not anymore.”

  Ronan squeezed my hand hard before he eased up and wrapped a tat-sleeved arm around my waist. “Just promise me somethin’. . . even if you do make some sort of deal with this scumbag, it won’t hold up in court, will it? I mean Eve isn’t gonna try to push it through?”

  I smirked. “No. She can’t stand the cartels any more than she can stand the Russian mafia families but they’re a necessary evil. As far as I know, she has plenty on Aztecas Infierno right now but she won’t tell me what exactly. I’m assuming it’s way above my pay grade.”

  “Are you sure this is what you wanna do?” His eyes stared into mine with such a fierce intensity, I wanted to look away but I couldn’t. “The DEA isn’t just some hobby of yours to keep you busy—it’s your career. After what you suffered through with the war . . . I don’t know. I feel like askin’ you to give up for me—for the club—is selfish and wrong.”