My Ranger Weekend

by Lowrance, J. D.

  “Let’s get out of here,” I sighed as the kiss came to an end.

  “I go where you go,” said Flint as his eyes found mine.

  “No more disappearing?”

  “Never again,” He said as he Eskimo kissed me. I closed my eyes when his forehead came to rest on mine. “I couldn’t even if I wanted to . . . because . . . because . . . I fell in love with you.” My eyes opened to find his eyes so filled with love looking back at me.

  “I fell pretty hard too Ranger.” Flint picked me up and twirled me around and around. I laughed as I threw my arms out enjoying the feeling of weightlessness as he spun me around. As he came to a stop I circled my arms around his neck hugging him to me. He hugged me back before releasing me.

  “Ready to go home?” I asked, liking how right it felt.

  “Lovely, I’m already there.

  EPILOGUE

  One year later

  Flint

  “Oh God, don’t stop,” Ryan sobbed as I twirled my tongue around her clit. I latched my lips around her nub and sucked hard as she rode my face; the orgasm ripped through her body. I added one finger than another to draw out her ecstasy. She shuddered as her body grew boneless. Her legs fell open releasing my head. I laid a soft kiss on her clit before kissing up her body, stopping to pay extra attention on her twin peaks. M. I. N. E. Mine!

  “Hey Ranger,” she cooed as my lips found hers. I rubbed my rock hard cock against her entrance finding it wet and ready for me as I slid into her velvet channel. I swallowed her cries of pleasure as I dove deeper and deeper into her. My pace only increased as I felt her pussy squeeze me signaling that Ryan was close to another orgasm. I lifted up to my hands as I pounded into her.

  “I’m so close,” Ryan panted.

  “Not yet,” I commanded as my balls tightened. I rolled my hips changing the angle in which we met so that I rubbed her clit in just the right way. Her pussy became a vise around my dick, rewarding my effort.

  “Yes, Flint. Oh. My. God. Yes,” screamed Ryan as her orgasm crashed into her, pulling me under with her. My body went rigid with my release. I kissed her lips, then her cheeks, and finally her nose before her beautiful solar-eclipsed eyes opened shining their light on me.

  “Hey lovely,” I said as I rolled over and out of Ryan. I pulled her with me so that her head rested on my chest, running my fingers through her hair.

  We lay like this for some time as we caught our breath enjoying the sound of the surf and the absolute perfect quiet that rested between us.

  “I am going to jump in the shower,” said Ryan as she lifted her head and looked at me. “I don’t want to make us late for dinner. Want to join me?”

  “If I do then we will definitely be late for dinner,” I only half teased. Ryan’s laughter followed her into the bathroom as she closed the door. Once I heard the shower start I jumped out of bed and went to my suitcase. I rummaged through the weeks’ worth of clothes to find the Tiffany box I hid when we packed a few days ago. I fixed the delicate, white bow that hugged the box before slipping it into the inside breast pocket of my suit jacket.

  Tonight was our one year anniversary and I was taking Ryan to one of the best restaurants in Nantucket. This trip was a surprise and I wanted it to be special; just like she did for me when she surprised me with Dallas Cowboy tickets this past Thanksgiving. Hell, I wanted every moment of Ryan’s life to be special but I wanted more for this moment. I wanted perfection.

  The shower turned off telling me I needed to put my game face on.

  Ryan

  I was so excited. Flint surprised me with a week-long trip to Nantucket for our one year anniversary. I cannot believe it has been one year since he walked back into my life. I thought when I woke up alone the morning he left that we were over. I would have never guessed that I could be so happy with this beautiful man one year later. I was never so happy to be wrong before in my life.

  Dinner was amazing and very romantic. We had a view of the ocean. There was candles and music, and the food was delicious. Everything was perfect. Flint even got me a beautiful sterling silver Tiffany’s bracelet with a heart tag on it.

  Now we were taking the scenic route back to our hotel. Flint came to a stop next to me. I turned to find him looking out over the ocean. I curled deeper into his side absorbing his warmth as it was colder once the sun set. The strapless golden dress I designed specifically for tonight’s dinner was not built for cooling beach temperatures. Flint must have felt my shiver as he slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders before pulling me back into his body.

  “Ryan Elizabeth Wethers.” The use of my full name had me pulling back to look at him as he stepped back and went down on one knee.

  “Oh my god,” I breathed as my right hand came to rest over my heart.

  “From the moment I saw you walk into O’Malleys I have been falling in love with you. And I find myself falling more and more every day. I am in awe of you. Of your beauty, of your abilities, of your creativity, of the light in your very soul. I want to be forever bathed in that light, to forever stare into your solar eclipsed eyes and to forever hold you in my arms. I can never truly express the depth of how I feel for you or how much I love you but I plan to spend the rest of my life showing you if you will have me. Will you marry me Ryan Elizabeth Wethers and make the luckiest man alive?

  I took a deep breath as I wiped away the happy tears that were falling from my eyes. I nodded as I said, “I promise to love you as much as you love me.” I launched myself into his arms. Flint caught me like I knew he would, as he had been doing every day since coming back into my life.

  FLINT’S PLAYLIST

  One Republic “Counting Stars”

  Mike Posner “Cooler than Me”

  Neil Diamond “Sweet Caroline”

  American Authors “Best Day of My Life”

  Big & Rich “Ride a Horse (Save a Cowboy)”

  AWOLNATION “Sail”

  Miley Cyrus “Wrecking Ball”

  Bruno Mars “Locked Out of Heaven”

  Katy Perry “Roar”

  Katy Perry “Dark Horse”

  Aloe Blacc “The Man”

  Pitbull “Timber” (feat. Ke$ha)

  John Legend “All of Me”

  Maroon 5 “Secrets”

  *Caged In “Green-eyed Monster”

  Mumford & Sons “I Will Wait”

  *Caged In, by J.D. Lowrance, due out in early 2015.

  OTHER WORKS BY J.D. LOWRANCE

  Logan’s Reaper – available now

  Logan

  I hear the rumble of the pipes before I even saw the motorcycles. I closed my eyes and savored the sound. I loved it and always found myself pausing when I heard one. I fell in love with the sound when daddy brought his bike home that first time. Other kids covered their ears and ran to stand behind their momma's, but not me. I raced towards the sound with my arms and eyes wide open never wanting it to stop.

  Logan Jones is hiding in a small town with her sister Campbell. Their gorgeous neighbor of the duplex they just rented is no other than the Soul Reapers' VP Colton Murphy. Her life was too complicated to add another layer of hot-ass biker to the mix.

  Colton

  She kept sneaking peeks at me from under her long lashes to see if my attention has moved on but after having seen her I did not think it would ever move on again.

  Colton Murphy has a good life with plenty of everything coming his way - woman, money, booze. He has plenty of time to settle down in a few years. That is until he returns from a run to find the long-legged, auburn beauty, Logan Jones, that has moved in next door.

  ***Author's note: This novel contains scenes of a sexual nature, violent themes, and coarse language. It is intended for mature readers.

  TURN THE PAGE TO READ THE FIRST CHAPTER OF LOGAN’S REAPER.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Colton

  It had been a long trip and I could not wait to get home. Long runs were good for the soul though, at least my soul. The
open wind, sun, and speed calmed the beast inside me, appeased it even if just for a little while. My pop saw these trips as me stepping up for the club, taking on more responsibility, but really I just could not sit still. A piece of me was missing and the only time I found comfort was riding away from the quiet in my life.

  Who I am kidding? The only quiet time was when I was alone and the silence was deafening. So instead of finding out why, I drove head first into club business, booze, and the endless pussy that stared me in the face. It was all I ever knew and all I had in this life. The MC was my only priority since I became my father’s number two, the big VP. Riding and fighting were what I was raised to do and this trip took care of both.

  Tank, Knox, and Worm came with me; my crew within the club. We all started out as prospects together for the Soul Reapers Motorcycle Club, with me and Tank growing up in the MC. Tank’s pop, Whistler, was the MC’s Enforcer and the toughest son-of-bitch I had ever seen. Tank made his pop proud by being just like him. Whistler was Prez’s shadow and Tank was stuck to me like pussy on a whore. Not that I could complain. Tank knew me better than I knew myself and seemed to know what I was thinking even before I did. Trigger was here as well, our token tag-along.; a pain in the ass but a brother none-the-less.

  As we entered town, the guys pulled off one-by-one as we passed their streets. All of us needed a shower and a night’s sleep in a bed instead of the desert floor. Tank was the only one that stayed, protecting my flank as we turned onto my street.

  Logan

  I heard the rumble of the pipes before I even saw the motorcycles. I closed my eyes and savored the sound. I loved it and always found myself pausing when I heard one. I fell in love with the sound when daddy brought his bike home that first time. Other kids covered their ears and ran to stand behind their mommas, but not me. I raced toward the sound with my arms and eyes wide open, never wanting it to stop.

  Campbell came running out of the front door of the furnished duplex we just rented not wanting to miss the potential drive-by either. We were still unpacking the Beetle of the few things we had time to grab. Daddy’s warning was so short we did not leave with anything other than the bags that were already packed. I hated leaving behind any clothes, as we had so little to start. Campbell seemed to be taking it better this time though. All smiles and shit talk as we drove into Camden City. Her smile was contagious as she joined me leaning against the faded yellow Volkswagen, both of us savoring the moment.

  As the rumble grew closer I straightened and turned towards the start of our street to find two hogs. I was full-on drooling at the sight. I was a junkie for a leather-clad rider sporting snug jeans and shit-kickers. I acted without thinking as I only wanted to get closer to the bikes. I was at the back of Beetle before I knew it so I turned to grab whatever was left, trying not to show my excitement over the bikes and their owners. My life was too complicated without adding a layer of bad-ass biker to the mix.

  Of course, the last bag rolled all the way to the back of the trunk and I had to bend in half practically climbing in to reach it. My cheeks reddened as I felt the slight breeze under my cut-offs letting me know that I was showing off my assets to the two riders.

  What am I thinking? I was trying not to be noticed and found that I was doing just the opposite. Oh crap! The rumble was now an idle roar. Oh God! I wanted to finish climbing in and shut the trunk until the riders were long gone but obviously that was not an option as the quiet clued me in that the pipes were laid to rest.

  Colton

  I was instantly hard seeing that sweet butt shoving her ass in the air for me to see. She had the longest legs I had ever seen and an ass that was perfect for spanking. I could not wait to hear the sounds she made in that position when I was ramming into her - - hard. We pulled into my driveway and shut off the bikes. I adjusted my semi-hard cock as I dismounted. It had been a few days of hard riding but that would not stop me from filling her from behind. Tank was right behind me as we walked across the yard to the two sweet butts.

  “Hello ladies.” No sense calling them what they were to their face. They did not have to know they were sweet butts just yet.

  “Hi,” the strawberry blonde said as she bit her bottom lip and pulled on a strand of hair twisting it around her finger. Her cat-like eyes were the deepest brown I had ever seen, like pools of dark chocolate with gold flecks throughout them. I saw Tank adjust himself out of the corner of my eye. No shit buddy.

  “And hello to you,” I said to Long Legs as she joined us, giving her all of my attention. I slowly worked my way up her amazing body starting at her Barbie pink toenail polish. Her legs, even longer than I thought, were tanned and toned. Her cut-off denim shorts hung off her hips so that her belly button played peek-a-boo under the bottom of her long-sleeve t-shirt. She must have liked my perusal because her nipples pebbled as I spent a little extra time on them, envisioning myself grabbing two handfuls.

  “Hello, eyes up here,” she hissed placing one hand on her hip and waving the other one at me to lift my head. My gaze reluctantly followed as I adjusted myself, AGAIN.

  I opened my mouth with a flirty comeback but froze, speechless as I stared into a pair of sapphires that shared the same cat-like shape as the blonde. A slight breeze brought an errant strand of hair from her ponytail across her cheek. I stuffed my hands into my jean pockets to keep from reaching out to push it behind her ear.

  “You guys moving in?” Tank asked as he shouldered me from behind trying to get me to snap out of it. I gave a sheepish grin but could not look away.

  “I’m Tank and this is Colton.” Tank and the blonde, I think her name was Campbell, were talking while I memorized the beauty before me. She kept sneaking peeks at me from under her long lashes to see if my attention had moved on but after having seen her I did not think it would ever move on again.

  “Hi Tank, Colton, I’m Logan,” the auburn-haired goddess before me said.

  Logan

  “What the hell was that Logan?” Campbell turned on me the minute the front door was closed.

  “I have no idea.” I put my hands up in mock surrender after throwing down the bag.

  “Logan, did you hear him call you beautiful when we said good-bye?”

  “He was just trying to earn some brownie points after blatantly checking me out,” I replied.

  “Well both of those guys were so fucking hot. It was love at first sight. Did you see how Tank’s black hair curled right above his cut? So hot! His eyes are like oil pits and I bet they catch fire when he is hot for a chick.” Campbell fanned herself as she walked back into the kitchen.

  “Cam, you know I hate when you curse.” I knew she was rolling her eyes at me. “I am serious. You are too pretty and too young to have a foul-mouth.”

  “I turn 18 in one month.” Her typical argument and answer to everything.

  “And that is why we are driving to the public library first thing tomorrow morning so we can look into what it would take to get your GED.” God, I hated that we could not put her in the local high school to finish. She only needed two more months but there was no way we could register her and give them her social security number. That was the easiest way to track someone and we planned on staying under the radar.

  “Not this again. I don’t need a GED to work at Denny’s or whatever the hell name a diner takes in this podunk town.” She came back into the room chewing on a cold McDonald’s french fry.

  “Yes, you do. We need every advantage we can get and that is one of them.”

  “Ok, enough about this MOM. Let’s get back to the eye-fucking that just occurred outside between you and Hottie McHotterson.” She leaned onto the side of the couch.

  “It was nothing.” I ignored the language as I tried to ignore her. Frankly, I could not get that image of Colton out of my head; all leather-clad, snug-jean wearing, ass-kicker that he was. The danger just rolled off him in waves. He wore his cut to perfection with those broad shoulders and narrow waist. His over six foot frame
was defined by long, lean muscle that pulled his white t-shirt when his body shifted under his cut. I counted three tattoos that were visible on his arms. The first was a phrase that was written on the inside of his right arm. It was too small to read and was covered mostly by his shirt. The second was what looked like the bottom of a skull on the outside of his right arm. The last one was a red nautical star in gray contrast on his left foreman.

  What really sold me were his stone gray eyes that looked right through me while keeping everything inside locked up tight. They never left my body, my face, me the entire time we talked. Every now and again he would clench his square jaw and a flicker of emotion would cross his eyes but was gone before I could read it. I could tell he was an expert at hiding everything behind that stone gray wall he erected. I could still feel his eyes on me like a caress to my skin.

  If I let my wild imagination out of its cage, I could imagine what his thick stubble felt like brushing against my neck, my breast, my inner thighs. Oh my! His silhouette permanently burned into my mind’s eye as he and Tank walked back across his lawn.

  “Liar,” Campbell exclaimed at she threw herself onto the couch next to me. “Come on, admit that he was hot.”

  “Ok,” I admitted. “He is hot. Gorgeous even.”

  “They both were. Can you believe that Colton lives next door? I can’t believe that we are sharing a duplex with a bike god,” Campbell squealed. “I might even share a wall with him. That is so hot.”

  “Oh my goodness Campbell. Can we move. . .?” She interrupted asking, “Did you see they had matching cuts? And that Colton’s said Vice President on it?” She turned to look at me. I noticed not only that but the intimating winged reaper on his back carrying its scythe. A shiver ran through me.