Behind Closed Doors (Roaming Devils MC Book 3)

by Lexie Davis

  His chin was covered with her juices. He could keep his head buried between her legs all afternoon, but she’d never get her laundry done and he’d never hear the end of it. He wanted to keep her this way though. His tongue on her. Her pussy before him, begging for attention. He’d give her all the attention she wanted.

  She moaned as her pussy started contracting. It was a damn beautiful sight to watch her come and Ryker took advantage. Moving behind her, he angled his cock to her and pushed inside. Something inside him reveled in the fact that this was the woman he’d get to fuck for the rest of his life. Her tight pussy squeezed around him and he closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. He’d been her first and only. Liked it a little too much. He had something that nobody would ever have.

  Gripping her hips, he fucked her like a mad man. His breathing grew labored. Everything inside him had calmed to the point all he could think about was her. The little cues she gave him. Clenching the comforter beneath her when he thrust hard. Gasping when he rotated his hips. He held on to her as he drove his cock deeper and harder.

  “Oh. My. Fucking…” Her words were clipped by the comforter as she dropped her head forward in pleasure.

  He didn’t let up either. Her pussy squeezed around him, and he continued to fuck her. He didn’t want it to end. Somewhere deep inside, he knew once sex with her was over, they’d part ways again. She probably finish the laundry and he’d go back to moping about. Maybe his mother-in-law would stop by to visit. He didn’t want to get back to reality. He wanted to stay right where he was at.

  Pulling out of her, his dick ached with need for release. He flipped her over and leaned in to kiss her, squeezing her breast with one hand. Sweat had dotted both of their chests and Ryker pulled back to kneel as he guided his cock inside her.

  “More?”

  The rough pad of his thumb rubbed her clit and she instantly squeezed around him tighter. “You’ll be okay.”

  He held onto her thighs while he claimed her. Ella’s eyes closed. He watched as her breasts bounced with his movements and fucked her harder. Her neck strained as her head nearly dropped off the end of the bed. He ached. His fingers dug into her skin as he tried to fight his pleasure. Instead, her soft moans sent him spiraling out of control.

  A tingling shot through him. His balls tightened and his dick pulsed. Shoving deep into her, he let himself go. A harsh grunt left his lips as his arms shook with his weight. He buried his face between her breasts as he spilled everything he had into her.

  ****

  “Wow.” Ella lay there, feeling on top of the world. “What the hell was that?”

  He didn’t say anything and Ella smoothed her fingers through his hair. She saw his struggle this morning when he collapsed. He didn’t cry, but she could see his mind was in a weird place. He didn’t say anything, not that she expected him to.

  “Ryker?”

  He lifted his head from her breasts.

  “Are you okay?”

  He groaned and dropped his head again. Ella pushed at his shoulders. “Kiss me.”

  Pushing up from his spot, he kissed her breast, then her neck. His lips moved to her jaw. Ella stroked along his back, giggling softly as he kissed everything but her mouth.

  “My lips, Ryker.”

  “I’m getting there.” He licked along her neck and she closed her eyes. He had a great mouth.

  “Get there faster.”

  He pulled back and looked into her eyes. Ella stroked his jaw and smiled at him before he leaned in to kiss her. She opened her mouth and he deepened the kiss. He made her feel like the most important person in the world.

  Ryker pulled back and pushed up from her. He moved to her side and lay there, staring at the ceiling. Ella glanced over at him before sitting up.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

  Ella blew out a breath. “You’re not.” She straddled him and pinned his hands down on each side of his head. “I love you. We just had amazing sex. I’m still naked on top of you. You should be smiling at least.”

  He gave her small smile.

  “Bigger than that.”

  He gave her a goofy smile and she leaned in to kiss him. “Was that so difficult?”

  She moved off him and grabbed her clothes from the floor. When he didn’t move, she paused. He simply lay there, eyes closed.

  “Ryker?” He didn’t say anything as she pulled her top over her head. “Take your own advice. You told me it’s going to work out. Everything you’re going through is going to work out too.”

  He sat up and turned toward her. “Don’t you have laundry to do?”

  “Yes.” She pulled her shorts on and fastened them. Next, she grabbed a pair of shorts for him from the dresser and tossed them his way. “You’re coming with me.”

  He didn’t say anything. She stared at him, waiting for him to move. When he didn’t, she crawled on the bed toward him and pulled him to her for a hug. Kissing his forehead, she stroked his back.

  “I’ve got you.” Ella kissed his forehead a few more times.

  Ryker pulled back. “Come on.”

  She waited for him to dress before they loaded the laundry in the car. She wasn’t about to use the bad machines. Instead, they went to her parent’s house.

  “I wondered if you were coming over.” Maggie pulled Ella into a hug when she answered the door. She glanced at the bags of laundry they held. “I hope it was to visit with us and not motivated by your need to do laundry?”

  “A little of both.” Ella walked past her to the laundry room. Once she got the load going, she turned and found Ryker waiting for her to take the other two bags. “Are you hungry?”

  “Not really.”

  She sat the bags on the washer and led him back to the kitchen. Maggie stood at the counter, chopping vegetables.

  “I was actually making you some soup, Ryker. Ella said you felt bad.”

  Ella smiled. He was right. She would have stopped by with chicken noodle soup and a brownie for him.

  “Thanks.” Ryker walked over to her and gave her a hug.

  Maggie stopped and turned toward him. “You’re welcome. Has Ella been taking care of you? Tell her to use that expensive degree and all those skills to make you feel better.”

  “She’s doing an okay job. Don’t tell her, but she can’t make chicken noodle soup quite like you.” Ryker smiled and glanced up. “And that’s where it’s really at.”

  “I heard that.”

  Maggie beamed. “She gets that from her father.”

  Ryker leaned against the counter. He liked teaming up with Maggie against her. Ella went toward him and gently tugged at his shirt.

  “I need a glass and you’re in my way.”

  He leaned back and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. After handing it to her, he kissed her.

  “Quit doing that in my house.” Pat came around the corner. “I don’t care if you are newlyweds. I don’t want to see it.”

  Ella moved away from him and went to the refrigerator. “Nice to see you too, Dad. I love you so much.”

  “Yeah.” He opened the pantry and grabbed a bag of chips. “I bet you do.”

  “None of that.” Maggie took the chips from him. “We’re having dinner in a few minutes.”

  “What’s with the chicken noodle soup?” Pat asked. “Who is sick?”

  “Ryker doesn’t feel well.”

  Pat met Ryker’s eyes. “He looks fine to me.”

  “Dad.” Ella poured herself something to drink.

  “What’s wrong with you?” Pat asked.

  Ryker didn’t say anything and Ella stepped in. “He’s just had a headache for a few days. Hasn’t slept much because of it.”

  “A headache?” Pat frowned. “Take some aspirin and get over it.”

  “Dad.” Ella stared at him. “Stop.”

  “Razor’s dead.” Ryker stared at Pat.

  Pat glanced between his wife and daughter. “You kill him?”

  “Nope.
” Ryker moved away from the counter. “Died of natural causes. Snorting coke and fucking women. I guess he went out with a bang.”

  Ella watched her father’s face. Pat and Ryker had an understanding that she didn’t understand. Instead of saying any more, Ryker left the kitchen for the living room. It was on the tip of Ella’s tongue to tell her father to leave him alone, but Pat surprised her.

  “My condolences.” He took the chips and joined Ryker.

  Ella hung back and watched them interact.

  “Eavesdropping is rude, Ella.” Maggie glanced around the corner at them. “He’s not okay, is he?”

  “No.”

  “Was he close with his father? I thought they didn’t get along.”

  “It’s really complicated, Mom.” She sipped her drink. “He’s grieving and I don’t know what to do about it.”

  “Give him some space.” Maggie dipped the ladle in the soup and poured some in a bowl for Ryker. “Let him come to you.”

  She carried Ryker’s bowl to dining room table. Ella watched as she pulled out a lasagna she’d especially made for the rest of the family. Helping her mother, Ella selected plates for everyone and set the table.

  “Ryker? Pat? Dinner is ready,” Maggie called to them.

  The two men came around the corner just as Ella dished out food for her own plate.

  “Brownies are in the oven,” Maggie told Ryker. “Have a seat and enjoy.”

  She hugged him and he smiled. Ella licked her fingers as she sat in the chair next to him. “You’re part of the family.”

  “I know.” Ryker sipped at his soup.

  “Have you talked to your boss about getting your job back?” Pat asked.

  “I have a meeting with the board next week. My lawyer is meeting me there.”

  “Call me when you find out.” Pat filled his plate. “If you need me to come down there, I can.”

  “I’ll be okay.” She glanced over at Ryker. “Is your soup good?”

  “It’s great.” Ryker pushed his chair out as Maggie sat down. He left briefly to get a plate of brownies from the kitchen.

  “I’m sorry to hear about your father, Ryker.” Maggie dipped in to the dish in front of her. “Do you need help with the funeral arrangements?”

  Ryker paused with the brownie halfway to his mouth. He glanced over at Ella who glanced over at her father. Pat focused on his food.

  “Uh, small service, Mom.” Ella cleared her throat. “Cremation.”

  Pat snorted and Maggie glared at him. “Well, you should have told us. We would have been there. When did it happen?”

  “A few weeks.” Ella lifted her glass to her lips. “It wasn’t really a public thing.”

  “Oh.” Maggie reached for Ryker’s hand. He stared at their hands while she spoke. “You’re our son now, Ryker. You’re part of our family. Don’t ever think you’re not.”

  Ella smiled. Pat simply stared at them. Ryker lifted his attention to her and nodded.

  “I appreciate that. I never had a mom, but I’m going on record to say my mother-in-law is a pretty damn good one, if not the best.”

  Maggie beamed.

  Ella couldn’t help feeling elated as her mother and Ryker bonded. He didn’t placate people. If he said it, he meant it. She knew he had issues with her father, but from what she could tell, he genuinely liked her mother. Obviously, her mother liked him too.

  “I think I got bumped off both of their favorites list,” Ella commented.

  “You’re still at the top of mine,” Pat commented.

  Ella laughed. “You mean Ryker’s not taking that spot? Shock.”

  Pat didn’t say anything as he stuffed his mouth with food. Ryker shook his head and Maggie glared at her. Family dinners were so much fun.

  After dinner, they stayed for a movie while the laundry was washing. Ella curled up next to Ryker on the couch, wrapped in her favorite blanket. Life felt good in that moment. She could picture them spending time together like that more. Once they got a house of their own, she could invite her parents over to visit.

  “I forgot to tell you,” Ella sat up. “We’re going to buy a house.”

  Pat glanced over at her. “Where?”

  “I was thinking Buckhead.”

  “You were worried about being homeless and you want to buy a house in Buckhead?” Ryker smoothed his hand along her arm.

  “Why would you be homeless?” Maggie asked.

  “Her job.” Ryker propped his head up on his hand. “She doesn’t think she’ll get it back.”

  “Oh, please. You’ll get it back,” Pat commented.

  “And you wouldn’t be homeless. You can live here if nothing else.” Maggie flipped through a cooking magazine she favored.

  Her mom really did adopt Ryker as family. Ella chuckled and burrowed next to Ryker’s side. It was sweet, even if she didn’t know the whole story. She doubted Ryker would ever move in with her parents. Not willingly anyway.

  Ella laid her head on Ryker’s lap and went to sleep during the movie. Ryker brushed his fingers along her cheek and she groaned, pulling the blanket over her head.

  “At some point, you have to get up so we can go home.”

  Ella sat up and yawned. It was only ten, but she really wanted to go to bed. Standing, she turned to fold her blanket while Ryker and Maggie carried their laundry out to their car.

  “Tell me something,” Pat said when they were gone. “Did he really kill his father?”

  “No.”

  “But he was killed?”

  Ella sat the blanket on the end of the couch. “Razor was scum. Does it matter?”

  “Was it because of you?”

  “No.”

  Ella chewed on her lower lip. “He’s grieving.”

  “Why?”

  She shrugged. “He was his father. I mean, I don’t understand it either. I don’t think he really understands it. But he’s grieving. He hasn’t slept much since he found out. He had a bout of anger. Now he’s fighting with depression. I had to force him to come tonight. He doesn’t want to eat.”

  She stared at the front door. “It wouldn’t kill you to help him. You don’t get along and that’s fine. But you have to understand that he was raised by an evil man. It’s any wonder he’s a halfway decent person—and don’t argue with me. He is.”

  Ryker entered the house, smiling at whatever Maggie had said. He’d made a new best friend. He needed more good people in his life. More family.

  “You ready?”

  “Sure.”

  “Hey, Ryker?” Pat cleared his throat. “My father called me a few days ago. He told me that I could have his 1966 Shelby Cobra. It needs some restoration, and well, I know some stuff, but not a lot. I’m probably going to get it next month from Maine. You want to help me with it?”

  “Oh, wow. Yeah. Sure.” Ryker licked his lips. “Is it in good condition?”

  “I don’t know. He’s had it in storage. It should be okay, but I haven’t seen it in years.” Pat glanced over at Ella. “Gramps also asked me if that motorcycle guy you married would want his 1946 Harley Knucklehead. He traded it with a guy. Said it was in good condition. It’s mint green.”

  “He has a 1946 Harley Knucklehead?” Ryker’s eyes lit up.

  “Apparently.” Pat shook his head. “Hell, that old man has more money than he knows what to do with and he’s always trading things. He doesn’t need a damn motorcycle at seventy-two, but he gets one anyway.”

  Ryker smiled. “Yeah. I mean, if he doesn’t want it. How much is he asking for it?”

  “He’s giving it to you.” Pat propped his hands up. “Ella is his favorite grandchild.”

  “I am not.” Ella laughed. “Well, maybe. He doesn’t give me things though. I am the only person in the family who refused to allow him to buy me whatever I wanted.”

  “No shocker there,” Ryker commented, staring at her.

  She stuck her tongue out at him.

  “I’m taking off in four weeks to go home. You c
an come with me if you want.”

  “I’d like to go.” Ryker swallowed hard. “Thanks, Pat.”

  Pat shrugged. “It’s more fun if I’m not by myself. Maggie’s going on that trip with her friends to Florida. Ella will probably be working again. You are family.”

  “Third on his list of favorites. I think you’ve come up in the world.” Ella laughed. “Come on. We’re going home. I’ll see you guys later. Love you.”

  They left and Ella pulled him to her once they reached the car. She smiled and kissed him, enjoying the closeness.

  “You have a date with my dad. Not only a date, but an overnight date. That’s serious.”

  Ryker scoffed. “You’re reading too much into it.”

  “No.” She tugged on his shirt. “We’re family. I want you to know that. I don’t know if losing Razor makes you feel like you’ve lost your family, but you haven’t. You’ve got me. You’ll always have me. But you’ve also got my parents. My family. You inherited the whole crazy lot.”

  “I like the whole crazy lot.” Ryker opened the door for her. “Pat too.”

  “I’m going to tell him you said that.”

  “I’ll deny it.”

  She laughed. “He’ll believe me over you.”

  He motioned toward the car. “Get your hot ass in the car.”

  She smiled. “I love you. I don’t think you even know how much.”

  Ryker stared at her for a moment. “Probably not. I do know I love you more though.”

  She didn’t doubt it.

  Chapter Six

  Ryker found that with each day that passed, the grief he felt lessened. He didn’t try to contemplate it anymore. It was there and it wasn’t going away so easily. Ella helped too, constantly reminding him that she loved him. He never dreamed it would make that big of a difference, but it did. She told him multiple times a day in various ways. Today, she’d left him a note on the brownies Maggie sent home with them.

  “Eat all of these and I will cut you in your sleep. I love you. —Your super-hot wife.”