Keeping What He Wants (Roaming Devils MC Book 2)

by Lexie Davis

  “Overnight date.” He led her down the hall to the bedroom. “Trust me, it’s going to be fun.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Yes.” He tugged the edges of the towel loose. “I don’t think we’ve actually been on a date. Not a real one, anyway.”

  “I made you a ham and cheese sandwich the first night you came over to my apartment. That was a date.”

  Pulling the terry cloth from her body, he dropped it to the ground. “I stand corrected.”

  He leaned down and circled her nipple with the tip of his tongue before gently pulling it into his wet mouth. Ella ran her fingers through his hair as she closed her eyes. Ryker backed up to the bed and lowered her onto it. He hooked his fingers in her pants and tugged them down and off her body.

  Someone knocked at the door, beating their fist hard against the wood.

  Ryker stopped and glanced to the side. “What the fuck is wrong now?”

  Ella lay there. “Club business?”

  “I don’t know.” He held a finger out. “Don’t move.”

  He left her, and she scooted up in the bed, pulling the blankets over her. It’d been a long night and she didn’t know if Ryker had even gone to bed yet. When he came back, he had a grim look on his face and a manila package in his hand.

  “What’s that?”

  His jaw clenched. “I’d rather not tell you.”

  It was that bad? Her gaze drifted down to the package. “Tell me anyway. What is it?”

  He handed it to her. “Don’t touch it.”

  She opened the package and peered inside. A shiny metal gun just like the one she’d seen on the news sat inside perfectly untouched.

  “Any note?”

  “Nope.”

  “Are you supplying guns to these people? Is that what my dad wanted to know?”

  “I don’t dabble in guns. That was Razor’s thing. He wanted to make it a club business before I took over, but it never got that far, and I don’t want to take my club there.” He put his hands on his hips. “Pat thinks that the Roaming Devils were responsible for this. Tonight, I had a prospect accuse one of my men of messing around with a Young Blood. Young Bloods are known for guns. My guy said he didn’t. The problem is, I believe them both.”

  She set the package on the bed beside her. “You think someone did, but not the one accused?”

  “Yeah.” He grabbed the package and put it on the dresser. “Which means there is a problem in my club.” He rubbed his eyes. “I hate fucking rats.”

  “Do you know who it is?”

  “No. Not yet.” He turned toward her. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this.”

  She tilted her head. “You can talk to me about anything.”

  He pointed. “That gun is being used to kill women that fit your profile. Blonde hair. Blue eyes. Sexy as hell. Professionals. They know where we live. I have a feeling I know who they are. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “You think they’ll come after me next? Like this is a warning?”

  “My instinct says they may try, yes.” Ryker pulled his shirt off.

  “And it’s to get back at you?”

  “Possibly. Will you please let me teach you how to use a gun? Or show you how to throw a punch or two?”

  “I have mace on my keyring.”

  He gave her a look that said she was being ridiculous. “Mace isn’t going to hurt anyone.”

  “I don’t know. Medically, it’s not fun.”

  He unzipped his pants and kicked them to the hamper. “Medically, a bullet hole or a broken nose isn’t fun either.”

  “I’m not a violent person.”

  “Sometimes you have to be.” He pulled the blankets back.

  Ella balled her fist and hit his shoulder. He glanced over at her, completely unfazed, though surprised. “I’d just piss off my captor, not hurt him.”

  He grinned. “Not if you hit the right spots.”

  Ryker reached for her hand and brought it to his face. Kissing the inside of her palm, he ran his tongue along her wrists. “Eyes are the best. Nose is a good second. Throat is a good third.”

  He rubbed her hand along his chest and down his abdomen, watching her as he pressed her fingers around his cock. “Groin injuries will make a man sing soprano and beg for mercy.”

  She squeezed his thick cock. “And I’m supposed to remember this when I’m being attacked?”

  “Yes.”

  “Medically speaking, it doesn’t take too much force to pop someone’s kneecap. What about that?” She moved so that she sat between Ryker’s legs.

  “That works too.”

  “I have defended myself before, you know.” He didn’t say anything. Ella rubbed his thigh. “I’m not as delicate as you think.”

  “You’re not invincible either. I could force you to my will right now if I wanted to. You have limited knowledge on how to defend yourself properly.”

  She leaned down to kiss the inside of his knee. “You really think you could force me to your will?”

  She licked a path from his knee to his inner thigh. Ryker watched her, his eyes heavy with fatigue, though sparkling with interest. She flicked her tongue along his balls before gently sucking one between her lips.

  “With a flick of my wrist.”

  Her tongue lapped at the base of his cock, slowly trailing along the underside until she reached the tip. Meeting his gaze, she circled the head, watching as he watched her.

  “Prove it.” She licked her lips. “If you win, then I’ll concede to you teaching me how to defend myself. If I win, you stop worrying about me.”

  He gripped her arms and tightened his legs around her so she couldn’t move. Using a wrestling move, he rolled her to her back, blocking her from hitting him while completely dominating her at the same time. She huffed a breath, obviously frustrated.

  “I wasn’t ready.”

  “A criminal isn’t going to wait until you’re ready.” He settled in above her, in no hurry to let her up. “Where is your mace now?”

  “I didn’t think I needed mace in my own bed.”

  “Fair enough.” He leaned down and licked at her lips, whispering, “I’m still waiting for you to fend me off.”

  She blinked a few times and tried pushing up against him. It got her nowhere. Ryker was too big, too strong, for her to take on.

  “Fine. You win.”

  “You’re giving up too easy.” He nibbled along her jaw. “If you were really being attacked, you wouldn’t throw in the towel, would you?”

  “You weigh two hundred pounds more than me.”

  He laughed. “I do not.”

  “It feels like it when you’re sitting on my stomach.”

  Ryker moved off her and stood to the side of the bed. “Put something on. We’re going to do this properly.”

  He grabbed a pair of shorts for him and one of her tank-top-and-shorts sets for her. After they were dressed, he took her into the living room and grabbed her keys. She barely registered what he was doing before he tossed them to her.

  “You think we’re fair now?”

  “I’m not going to mace you.”

  “Because I won’t let you. But that’s not the point. Do you really think those keys in your hand makes us even when fighting with me?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” He folded his arms over his chest. “First rule of defending yourself: level the playing field.”

  She stared at him. “Okay.”

  “So if I broke in right now and I’m coming for you, what are you going to do?”

  She glanced around. Her phone was in the bedroom. There was very little clutter in their house despite her lack of cleaning it this past week. She had her keys in her hand, and the most dangerous thing around her was a potted plant that her mother gave her when they’d moved in.

  “You’d already be dead if that was what I wanted.” Ryker studied her.

  “I don’t know. What am I supposed to do?”

  “Id
eally, you’d pick up anything to throw at me. Aim for my head.”

  She threw her keys at him, hitting him on the arm. When he lunged for her, she turned and ran, doing her best to get to their bedroom without him reaching her. He grabbed her shirt and she twisted, tugging it as he tried to pull her to him. It didn’t work. Within seconds, he had her flat on her back with the mattress beneath them poised over her like a true dominant.

  “Only run if you’ve got somewhere to go.” He wedged his hips between her legs. “Now get me off of you.”

  Ella chewed on her lower lip. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’ll be okay.” He pressed his face into her neck.

  She struggled, tugging her arms from his grip. She locked her legs around his waist and pushed her hips up to try to buck him off. To her surprise, he lost his balance and stumbled to the side as she shoved him off. She moved on top of him with her hand around his throat.

  “Not bad.” He grinned up at her and wrapped his hands around her wrists. He forced them behind her back as he switched their positions. “Don’t engage after you’re free. That’s when you run.”

  He covered her mouth with his. Rubbing against him, she felt his hard cock between her legs. She sighed, relenting. He could have forced her to do whatever he wanted. She understood that now. He’d barely done anything but put his full weight on her.

  Ryker held her arms over her head with one hand while he reached to tug down his shorts with the other.

  “Will you teach me how to fight?” she asked. “You know, so I can kick your ass when you get out of line?”

  “Later.” He crawled up her body, gripping his cock as he angled it toward her mouth. “Right now, we have other plans.”

  “Promise.”

  He blew out a breath of frustration. “Yes. Now suck me.”

  Ella opened her mouth, and he thrust his cock inside. She took her time, drawing out little hisses from him as she teased. He let her hands go, and she gripped the base of his cock while she sucked and licked. He liked having her mouth on him, and she liked giving him that pleasure. Ella closed her eyes as she withdrew, tightening her lips around his girth. He dropped his head back, clearly enjoying himself before moving off her and dragging her up his body. Ryker held her above him while he pulled her nipple between his lips. Ella clutched him harder.

  “Put me inside you,” he said, his voice harsh, his mood intense.

  She angled his cock toward her slick pussy, sinking down on him. She loved the way he filled her. Her pussy stretched around his thick cock, making her sigh. She didn’t know what she’d imagined sex to be, but being with Ryker superseded her imagination. He was the only man she wanted to be with.

  He held her hips and thrust hard into her. She reached for the headboard, watching as her breasts bounced in his face while he fucked her hard. He closed his eyes, and she couldn’t help leaning down to kiss his soft lips. Fatigue showed on his face. She pulled at his shoulders and he switched their positions, pressing her into the mattress. Ella clutched his tight ass in her hands.

  “I want to taste your cum,” Ella brushed his hair back with her fingers. She licked at his chin.

  He stopped thrusting and withdrew from her. Ella moved, pushing him back so that she could suck him. Hot jets of semen coated her tongue almost immediately as her mouth surrounded him. A harsh cry of pleasure left his lips as his body strained, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. He tugged at the sheets beneath them while her mouth worked, sucking and licking until his orgasm subsided.

  Finally, Ella let his cock go and kissed his stomach. “Now you can go to sleep.”

  He didn’t move. “Were you trying to kill me?”

  “No.” She tugged his hand, urging him to sit up. “Come on.”

  He lay on his stomach with his face in the pillow. “I love the way you fuck me.”

  She giggled. “Right back at ya.”

  Chapter Six

  Ryker woke around ten and decided to get Ella’s car fixed first. She was up and on her computer with her phone pressed to her ear. She hadn’t put on makeup or fixed her hair and instead had it pulled back into a messy and sexy as hell ponytail. She also wore her black rectangular-rim glasses.

  He grabbed his phone from the kitchen counter and called his mechanic. He knew how to fix cars, but he didn’t have the means for buying the parts quite like one of his friends.

  “Hey, Ryker. It’s been a long time, man.” Mike voice instantly made Ryker smile. They’d been friends for years, and he was one of the few people outside the club that Ryker trusted.

  “Yeah, it has.” He poured himself a mug of coffee. “I need to get my girl’s car fixed. Can you work it in today? She needs it by this afternoon for work.”

  “Sure. Do you know what’s wrong with it?”

  “She says battery. I don’t know. It’s a white Toyota. Around ten years old. Has over one hundred thousand miles.”

  “Yeah, okay. Do you need me to tow it?”

  “Yes. It’s at the hospital. I don’t know where exactly, but I can meet you there.”

  “Sure. I’ll send my boy over there to pick it up now. We’ll get it figured out.”

  “Great. See ya in a bit.”

  Ryker hung up and grabbed the mug from the coffee machine.

  “Who are you meeting up with?”

  “My mechanic. He’s sending his tow truck to pick your car up.” Ryker turned around to face her, sipping his coffee. “Who where you talking to?”

  “My boss.” She sighed. “The security thing with the hospital is worse than yesterday. Now the keycards don’t work and they need to redo the log-in information. It’s a pain in the ass.”

  “Do you need to go?”

  “Yes. Can you give me a ride?”

  “That’s where I was headed. You need to show me where you parked your car anyway.”

  “Can you stay with me? I hope it won’t take too long, but you never know. I may have to donate blood and sacrifice a virgin to get my security badge working.”

  He smiled and sipped his coffee. “I can stay. I’ve got to deal with some club business later, but you can have me this morning.”

  “Ooh. You make it sound dirty.” She wrapped her arms around him. “Speaking of dirty…how did you sleep last night?”

  He cupped the side of her face and kissed her. “Like the dead.”

  Ella smiled. “I thought so. I got up and you weren’t ogling me like you normally do. I figured you were dead to the world.”

  He wrapped his arms around her. “I love you.”

  “Yeah, right.”

  He stared into her eyes. “You don’t think I do?”

  She slipped her hands into his shorts. “You love me when we have great sex. What if it’s horrible? Would you still love me then?”

  “I don’t think horrible sex is possible with you.” He leaned down to kiss her lips. “But yes, I would.”

  “What about no sex?” She arched an eyebrow.

  “Why would we not have sex?”

  “Life.” She shrugged. “Would you love me then?”

  “Yes, but don’t get any ideas.”

  She laughed and squeezed his ass. “I love you too. I like messing with you. You’re too easy.”

  “Always busting my balls.” He leaned in to kiss her again. “Are you ready to go?”

  “Yep.” She pulled away. “Go put on a shirt.”

  Ryker left to find a shirt and came back to Ella grabbing her new purse. It was the first time he’d seen her carry it. He took her in a moment and had to admit his sexy, nerdy girlfriend look so damn beautiful without even trying. He liked when she wore makeup, but he liked it even more when she walked around the apartment without a care in the world about how she looked.

  “How do you look so amazing all the time? You’re gorgeous without even trying.”

  She blinked. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

  He grabbed his keys with a chuckle. “I made you blush.”
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  She chewed on her lip. It was a nervous habit of hers. She usually only did it when talking on the phone with people or while she waited impatiently for something.

  “Do you really think I’m that astounding in the looks department?”

  “Yes.” He opened the door, and she stepped outside.

  “I think I’m pretty average.”

  “You don’t see what I see.” Ryker locked the door and reached for her hand. “Clearly between me and you, I’m the winner. My girlfriend is someone I can brag about and make others envy me. You—well, your boyfriend isn’t.”

  “Whatever. You have a list longer than Santa’s of naughty women ready to bang you. That’s not exactly because you’re ugly.”

  “You think?”

  “I know.” She looked him over. “You are what every girl wants. Caring and kind. You make me smile when I’ve had a bad day. You take care of me when I’m being a pain in the ass. I miss you when you’re not around. And if you want me to get sappy on you, I’ll admit that I love it when I’m in your arms. I feel safe and protected. Cherished. Loved.”

  He didn’t say anything for a few seconds as they took the stairs. She made him want to bend over backward to do whatever she wanted.

  “Without the cut, I’d never guess you were a biker. You’re cute. And if you think I didn’t notice that new tattoo, you’re wrong. I still haven’t decided if I like it yet.”

  He grinned. He hadn’t told her anything about it and had wondered if she’d noticed. “You think I’m cute?”

  “Yes. You need a haircut though.”

  He laughed. Leave it to her to be straight with him. He opened the door to the van and motioned for her to get in. “Get your hot ass in the van.”

  She climbed in, and he closed the door. After walking around to the other side, he backed out of the parking space and drove toward the hospital. Ella pointed him to her car then left to clear up the security business with the hospital. He waited for Mike’s tow truck and helped the guy load it. Thankfully, he didn’t have to wait on Ella too long before they could finally leave. She worked the night shift and then had the weekend off, which was rare. She hardly ever got the weekend off.

  “Where are you taking me this weekend?” Ella asked him as he drove them to Mike’s shop.