Risky and Wild: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Bad Boys MC Trilogy Book 2)

by Violet Blaze

  “Why am I still alive?” she whispers, her body beginning to tremble. “How am I still alive?”

  I slide my fingers away from the chin strap and down the sides of Lyric's neck until they're resting on her small shoulders.

  “Because you're a feisty little tart, that's why,” I say, a grin curling across my lips. “Because, whether you like it or not, you were born for this life, baby.”

  The ride back to my place is like a balm for my soul, soothing away the violent seething urges that have been plaguing me since last night. By the time I pull into my driveway and climb off the bike, sliding a pair of shades from my face and tucking them into the front pocket of my cut, I feel better.

  I shouldn't, but I do. What the hell is up with that? If I thought I had shit to deal with before, this crap with Mile Wide is even worse. And it's just beginning.

  I glance down at Lyric as she pulls her helmet off and takes a deep breath. An impulse strikes me, and I take it, cupping her face in both hands and leaning down to press our mouths together, her tongue hot and needy against my own.

  We need to talk, Lyric and me.

  But fuck this.

  I grab the helmet from her fingers and toss it aside, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her to the front door before setting her down just long enough to unlock it. The dogs assault us with a chorus of excited barks and frantically wagging tails, but I ignore them, lifting Lyric back up and kicking the door shut behind me.

  “Royal, I—” she begins, but I cut her off with another kiss, taking her into my bedroom and tossing her on the bed. “We should … I need to know what happened today,” she says, but her head falls back and her breasts arch against my chest as I climb between her legs and press my mouth to the thumping pulse in her neck.

  “Later, Pint-Size. Later. For now, this. Just this.”

  I sit up and slide my cut off my shoulders, tossing it to the floor before I yank off my shirt and unzip Lyric's jacket. Underneath … My breath catches sharply and my dick throbs with excitement.

  “Is this for me?” I ask as I run my hands down the sides of the purple corset and pause at the zipper to Lyric's pants. “And am I going to find naughty knickers under all this leather?”

  “It's not for you,” she says, but her cheeks are flushed with excitement as she looks up at me. “Well, maybe these were, but just a little bit. You beat up my brother.”

  “Could've done a whole lot worse,” I say, refusing to let the subject come between us. Right now, hell would have to freeze over for me to stop—and even then it'd be a stretch. “That fucking phone call,” I say, unzipping her pants and finding a matching pair of panties and a bloody garter belt. “If that shit hadn't been enough to drive me crazy, then this would be.” I need this girl, I think as I peel her riding pants down her legs, tear off her boots and then finish the job, until she's lying there in nothing but purple lingerie. “I need to fuck you right now, love. If I don't, I'm going to lose my goddamn mind.”

  I lean over her, kissing the side of her neck and working my way down to the corset, running my tongue along the top of it, tasting the pale creamy swells of her breasts. When my fingers seek out her pussy, it's soaked straight through and ready for me, clamping down hard on my hand as I work two and then three in and out.

  “I told him I was your old lady,” she gasps as my thumb grazes over the front of her lacy panties. Well now. That gives me pause and my mouth curves into a grin.

  “Why? Because you want to be?” I ask, noticing that Lyric's put her panties on over her garter belt and thigh highs. Like she knew someone would want to be able to take them off and leave everything else on. Fuck.

  “I don't know,” she whispers as I slide my fingers out and grab her knickers, trailing them down her legs and over her feet before tossing them to the floor. “I really don't know.”

  “Guess we'll figure that out, too,” I say as I unzip my pants and lower my body on top of hers. “Tomorrow. We'll figure all this crap out tomorrow.” When I thrust inside of her, she spreads her legs wide and welcomes my cock inside, fingers clutching at my hair, tongue teasing mine as I kiss her and take her hard against the mattress.

  Her hot, wet body soothes my demons away and brings a moment of peace to the fucking roller coaster ride that makes up my life. Shagging beautiful girls has always been a pastime of mine, something to make me feel better, let go a little. But it's never been like this. Guess I can see why some of the boys are so into their old ladies, why they never even glance in the direction of the leather lovers. They don't even fucking see 'em. Don't fucking need them.

  “Lyric,” I groan, grinding against her as she moans and writhes beneath me, her body milking mine so hard that I can barely move my cock in and out. I decide to roll us over and let her ride me, putting my hands on her waist and encouraging her hips to roll, her palms splayed out on my chest as I squeeze her soft flesh and let her grind her clit against me.

  “Royal,” she groans as I bite my lip and suck in a harsh breath. “Royal.” A sharp little gasp. “Royal.”

  “That's it, Pint-Size. Let it go. I want to watch you come.” Her hips move harder, dark hair hanging around her face, lips parted with pleasure. When she comes, hands still on my chest, back arching, she looks like a fucking queen.

  My queen.

  Royalty.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Lyric

  There's a pint of ice cream in front of my face when I open my eyes, lashes fluttering as I take in the container and the big tattooed hand that's holding it.

  “Mornin' Pint-Size,” Royal says, tossing a spoon onto the pillow with his other hand. “Thought you might enjoy a little taste of your namesake.”

  I groan and sit up, my body sore and my face throbbing like … well, I like I got elbowed in the nose. I reach up and touch it, hissing at the pain, but I don't think it's broken. It'd hurt a hell of a lot worse, wouldn't it? My chest feels tight though, the line where the seatbelt caught me an aching mess.

  “What … what the hell happened last night?” I groan, even though I was a part of all of it. Being followed, crashing the truck, Royal's hand wrenching the door open, arching above him as I rode his cock.

  Oh God.

  I groan again and rub at my face as I sit up, glancing at the two wolves lying patiently at the end of the bed, eyeing the ice cream container before looking back at my face with pathetically hopeful expressions.

  “I have to head out of here in a minute, but I wanted to talk you before I left,” Royal says, tilting his head to the side and examining me carefully. There's so much between us, so much that needs to be said, talked about.

  “Who were those guys last night?” I ask, reluctantly reaching out and dragging the ice cream into my lap. A surge of panic goes through me before I realize that it's Sunday. Sunday. No work. Nobody will know I'm missing. I breathe a small sigh of relief.

  “Bunch of fucking tossers that have finally lost the plot.”

  “Wow. You don't sound at all like you've ever lived in London,” I say with a small smile and Royal grins at me. The expression fades almost as quickly as it came and his mouth tightens, the muscles in his jaw ticking.

  “I don't know how to say this,” he begins and my heart stutters frantically. The way he kissed me last night, the look on his face, how scared he sounded on the phone … he's not kicking me out, is he?

  “You want me to go?” I ask and he blinks at me like I'm the one that's lost the plot. Royal reaches into his pocket and grabs a smoke, sliding it between his lips and talking around it, his dark hair thick and clean and perfect. Must've showered already. I stare into his dark brown eyes and wait for him to answer me.

  “Now you really must be taking the piss with me. Lyric,” he begins as I set the ice cream aside and turn to face him, looking down at his tattooed hands instead of his face. The roses seem more red today, the vines more green, the pistols more … dangerous. “I don't know how to do this shit, and frankly, I don't real
ly care. Look, here's the thing.” He takes a deep breath and glances over at the bedroom door like he's expecting someone to come in at any moment. That's when I hear the deep rumble of a man's voice. Someone responds to him, but I can't hear what they're saying. So there really are people out there.

  Royal turns back to face me.

  “You've gotten wrapped up in this shit, even though you shouldn't be.” I open my mouth to protest, but he just keeps talking. “You calling in Brent … ” Royal grits his teeth. “Don't ever mention that to anyone ever again. You hear me?” I raise my eyebrows but he just stares me down.

  “I hear you,” I say, knowing that if he's telling me this, it's probably for a good reason. Look what happened to Sully.

  “But what happened with Landon, and all of this,” Royal sucks in a breath, “none of that is your fault. And I … ” He grits his teeth again and then throws his cigarette on the bedside table. “I'm a dumb shit, and I know that this thing between us, it's a fucking nightmare waiting to happen.” Royal leans in and cups the side of my face with his hand. “But it's too late now. I'm fucking invested.”

  “Invested?” I whisper, my heart pounding hard against my chest. I should care more about what happened last night, demand answers about who and what and why. But I can't. And I don't. This, right here, I need to know about this. “What do you mean?”

  “Pint-Size, you ever consider a different life? Something that's … it's not exactly a walk in the park. You figured that out last night.”

  “A different life?” I ask and Royal rolls his eyes, leaning in and putting his forehead against mine.

  “I'm asking you to be my woman, Lyric. Even if this all falls to pieces and goes to hell in a handbasket at some point, right now the only thing I want to hear from you is yes. The details, we can work out later.”

  “My dad,” I begin, but then Royal puts his mouth against mine, kisses me the way he did last night against the side of his truck. Mine. I open up to him, put my arms around his neck. Yours.

  This isn't going to end well, is it? I wonder in the back of my mind. But my heart doesn't care. Not one bit. Right now, this man … he feels wicked and brutal and tender and perfect and … his tongue is tracing my bottom lip and bringing goose bumps up on my arms. How can I say no to that?

  “You know why they call me Royal, right?” he asks me as he pulls back and leaves me panting. That dirty grin of his splits his face as I close my eyes and take in the smell of leather and earth, Royal's smell.

  “Why's that?” I ask, opening my eyes and meeting his hungry gaze with one of my own. “Is it because it's your name?”

  “Cheeky twat,” he says, slapping me on the knee and standing up, a vision in leather and denim. “It's because I'm king, love. And I need a queen. Just tell me okay, so I can get the fuck out of here and come home to find you waiting in my bed for me.”

  I should tell him that I have work in the morning, that I still want to be a senator, that we met a week ago, that … I'm stupid and young and in love. But I won't say it. Yet. I don't think he will either. Later, maybe, when we're both ready. Yes, definitely later.

  “I'll be here, Royal,” I promise as he raises his brows at me. “I'll be here and I … like you, Royal. I really do.”

  “I like you, too, Pint-Size, more than a whole hell of a lot.” Royal leans back over me, eyes focused on mine until I lean back into the pillows and let him brush his mouth across mine again. “Give me a definite, so I can hold my head up with these assholes out here.”

  “It's a definite,” I say and his lips split into a grin again, one hand tracing up my side before he kisses me one more time and pulls away.

  “You're mine?”

  “For now,” I say with a sly smile. “As long as you're mine, too?” He winks at me and picks up his cigarette in two fingers, cutting a daring silhouette against the navy blue walls.

  “Never thought I'd say this so bloody soon, but … you got it, love. I'm yours.” Royal gives me a little wave and turns around, reaching for the bedroom door. I watch the wolf on the back of his leather vest until the wood's almost obscured it from view.

  “Wait,” I say, a random thought popping into my head. “What's the tattoo on your chest say?” I've seen it several times now, but we've always been too … busy for me to read it. Royal pauses and peeks back in the door with a grin.

  “Raw and dirty,” he growls, giving me a look that could melt the panties off a nun. “Raw and dirty and … yours. I hope you're fucking ready for this shit.”

  Then he closes the door behind him and leaves me in his bed with just a pair of wolves and a smile for company.

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  His name is Rhoden Richards, but his nickname is Big Dick. Might be because he's a jerk, might be ... something else.

  Listen to this playlist for FREE on Spotify by clicking here or visiting: http://tinyurl.com/rawplay

  Fix Me – 10 Years

  Invincible – Adelitas Way

  Bad Reputation – Adelitas Way

  Welcome To The Family – Avenged Sevenfold

  Set The World On Fire – Black Veil Brides

  Knives and Pens – Black Veil Brides

  In The End – Black Veil Brides

  Blow Me Away – Breaking Benjamin

  Failure – Breaking Benjamin

  Angels Fall – Breaking Benjamin

  I Will Not Bow – Breaking Benjamin

  The Diary Of Jane – Breaking Benjamin

  So Cold – Breaking Benjamin

  Firefly – Breaking Benjamin

  Sticks & Bricks – A Day To Remember

  Kick Ass – Egypt Central

  Good Girls – Elle King

  Ex's & Oh's – Elle King

  Under the Influence – Elle King

  America's Sweetheart – Elle King

  10 Miles Wide – Escape the Fate

  Say It – Evans Blue

  Erase My Scars – Evans Blue

  This Time It's Different – Evans Blue

  Beyond The Stars – Evans Blue

  Comfortable With Hate – Evans Blue

  Still I Remain – Evans Blue

  Just Once – Evans Blue

  End of Me – Evans Blue

  Hold On – Evans Blue

  Centuries – Fall Out Boy

  Just One Yesterday – Fall Out Boy, Foxes

  I'm So Sick – Flyleaf

  New Americana – Halsey

  Been To Hell – Hollywood Undead

  Undead – Hollywood Undead

  City – Hollywood Undead

  Big Bad Wolf – In This Moment

  Better in Time – Leona Lewis

  Hanging On By A Thread – The Letter Black

  LOST IN THE ECHO – Linkin Park

  Royals – Lorde

  NO – Meghan Trainor

  Grenade – Memphis May Fire

  Wherever I Go – OneRepublic

  Golden Days – Panic! At The Disco

  The Good, The Bad And The Dirty – Panic! At The Disco

  House Of Memories – Panic! At The Disco

  Landmine – Pitch Black Forecast, M. Shadows

  Stand By You – Rachel Platten

  Breathe Into Me – Red

  Feel Invincible – Skillet

  Back From the Dead – Skillet

  Stars – Skillet

  Don't Ever Leave – Smile Empty Soul

  Bottom of a Bottle – Smile Empty Soul

  So Far Away – Staind

  It's Been Awhile – Staind

  Something To Remind You – Staind

  My Demons – Starset

  War of Change – Thousand Foot Krutch

  Goin' Down – Three Days Grace

  Talking Body – Tove Lo

  Stand my ground – Within Temptation

  Faster – Within Temptation

  Violet Blaze's Super Interesting Life Story (aka Her Biography)

  Violet Blaze is the bes
t friend you've always wanted, but still love to hate. She embarrasses you at dinner and flatters you at the club. And you're pretty sure her ugly little dog is a 'poochon', even if you have no idea what that means (it's a mix between a Bichon Frise and a Poodle, just in case you wanted to know).

  A California native, Miss Blaze loves the good ol' US of A, and enjoys dressing up in its stars and stripes. She lives in a house with bright pink walls, a chair shaped like a shoe, and a cat named Miranda Rose. Violet's been reading all of her life (often while drinking brightly colored cocktails); her favorite thing about books is that she gets to watch people fall in love over and over again. Really, who doesn't? And if she wasn't a writer, it's likely Violet Blaze would be a pop star who wore too much make up and wore too little clothing.

  This raging feminist likes writing books about strong women and strong men who aren't afraid to express themselves (oftentimes in the bedroom). She hopes you'll join her in reading her debut novel, Stepbrother Inked, and wants to hear your thoughts, questions, and favorite quotes @IAmVioletBlaze #stepbrotherinked.

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  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23