Keeping What He Wants (Roaming Devils MC Book 2)

by Lexie Davis

  “That was the deal for me helping you, remember?”

  “But you didn’t help me.”

  “No, but I can. I’m willing to. You need to make up with your daughter first though.”

  “What do you have, numbnuts? I don’t have all day.”

  “I’ll meet you somewhere—after you talk to your daughter. She misses you. I don’t know why, but she does.”

  Pat huffed a breath and clicked off. Ryker laughed to himself and propped his feet up on the table, lighting a cigarette. He didn’t know who wanted to go up against him, but they sure as hell had picked the wrong man to fuck with. If the murders in the city were a message for him that alluded to Ella, the guy behind them was dead. Ryker didn’t even have to contemplate it.

  He just needed to figure out who it was.

  Chapter Seven

  After twelve hours of the security alarm going off every time someone entered the ER, Ella went home with a headache that wouldn’t quit. They hadn’t figured out the system, and she was so glad she didn’t have to go back in for another two days. She unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside, finding Ryker watching TV.

  Ella dumped her stuff in the foyer and walked over to him. “Have you been to bed?”

  “Yeah.” He patted the sofa beside him.

  “I’ve had a really long twelve hours. I think I’m going to bed.”

  He glanced up. “You okay?”

  “I’ve got a headache.” She cringed. “A bad one. The stupid security alarm went off every time someone entered the ER through the ambulance bay. The IT department has made a mess of that place. Security hung around all day. I had a poor patient that came in with a migraine, and I told them if they didn’t pull the fucking plug I was going to tear the damn alarm off the wall. They eventually had enough common sense to turn the stupid thing off, but it was after ten hours.”

  He clicked the TV off. “Go lie down. I’ll get you some aspirin and water.”

  She smiled at him. “Thanks.”

  Ella went to their bedroom. She wanted to crawl in the bed and forget about the scrubs and makeup she wore. Instead, she went to the bathroom to change clothes and wash her face. Ryker came into the bathroom with the medicine and water moments later, handing them to her.

  “Will you hold me?”

  Ryker squeezed her shoulders lightly, smiling. “Of course.”

  She took the pills and turned to wrap her arms around him. It felt like forever since she’d been in his arms. She always got that way when they didn’t sleep together. Ryker bent to lift her and carried her to the bed. Everything felt right again, and she couldn’t complain.

  Sometime later, Ella woke to an empty bed. She blew out a breath and sat up, groggy and tired from the hectic week. Wanting a mini-vacation had become an understatement. She stood and went to find Ryker. It was the middle of the day, and she didn’t think the club had any business during daylight hours. She was right: Ryker sat on the sofa with his phone to his ear.

  Ella waved at him. He pushed the mute button on his phone. “You feel better?”

  “I want to go wherever it is that you planned to take me.”

  “Did you pack?”

  “How long are we staying.”

  “How long are you off?”

  “Three days, two nights.” She rolled her eyes. “I fought for the day shift Monday, but they gave me Sunday night.”

  He nodded and pushed the mute button again. “Go pack.”

  Excitement filled her as she went back to the bedroom. The last time she’d had a vacation was before med school. She and her friends had gone to Cabo for a week before she’d devoted her life to medicine. She sighed and thought about what she wanted to take. Half of her closet was full of scrubs. The other half was Ryker’s clothes. She selected a few of Ryker’s t-shirts and some of her skinny jeans that she hoped she could still wear. She picked out a dressier blouse just in case. She grabbed the necessities and then her toiletries. He’d told her to pack light, but the bag was half empty and she wondered if it was enough.

  She dressed quickly and pulled her hair back. Ryker waited for her in the living room. He smiled at her, holding his keys.

  “I’m ready.”

  “Let’s go.” He opened the door while she grabbed her purse. They walked downstairs to the parking lot and Ryker undid the saddle bags on his bike for her stuff.

  “You didn’t pack.”

  “I don’t need clothes.” He snapped the compartment shut and straddled the bike.

  “You’re not taking me out and leaving me in the middle of nowhere, are you?”

  He glared at her before pulling on his aviator sunglasses. He strapped his helmet on next. “Yes, Ella. That’s exactly what I’m doing.”

  “Well, you won’t tell me where we’re going.”

  He started the motorcycle and handed her the helmet. “Get on.”

  The beast rumbled to life, and he glanced over his shoulder. Ella fixed her helmet before gripping his shoulder and swinging her leg over the bike. She scooted close to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

  He backed them out of the parking spot and they rode off. Ella liked the anticipation. The surprise of Ryker planning some getaway from them. She didn’t know what to expect, but the thrill of not knowing made her happy. They rode north nearly an hour away from the city.

  The Georgia countryside took her breath away. It was at the beginning of the autumn season, and everything was so full of life and color. When they finally arrived, he pulled into a cabin retreat. She couldn’t stop the foolish grin from crossing her face. He parked at the front and killed the engine.

  “This is perfect.”

  He pulled his helmet off. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

  He got off the bike and left her staring after him. When he came back, he had keys and handed her his helmet while he climbed on. The rode toward the back of the large retreat and parked near a gorgeous waterfall. Just looking at it made Ella smile.

  “Our cabin is right there.” He pointed.

  Ella pushed up from her spot and dismounted the bike. He handed her the keys, and she all but ran toward the cabin. She unlocked the door and opened it before flipping the lights on. Her jaw dropped. Inside was a lavishly decorated cabin that had beautiful wooden walls and rustic decorations. She glanced back at Ryker, who carried her bags, one in each hand.

  “You like it?”

  “I love it.” She jumped into his arms, and he dropped the bags at his feet. “How did you find this place?”

  “My friend’s family owns it.”

  She cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “This is so perfect. Thank you.”

  He hefted her bags again and carried them to the sofa. “This isn’t it.”

  “There’s more?” Ella stared at him wide eyed. “You planned more in just a few days?”

  He shrugged. “I’m multi-talented.”

  “I love you so much.”

  “Right back at you.” He kissed her. “We’re going to a fancy dinner after wine tasting.”

  “Wine tasting?” She felt her smile widen. “I’ve never been wine tasting.”

  “Do you want to freshen up or are you ready to go?”

  She squealed and ran to her bag. “I look horrible from that stupid helmet. I need to braid my hair. My makeup is all yucky too. I probably should have put full-coverage foundation on.”

  “Women.” Ryker plopped down on the sofa while she ran off to the bathroom.

  She worked quickly to fix her hair and makeup. She hated that she hadn’t brought something a little dressier to wear. He should have told her so she could have planned accordingly.

  When she was finally satisfied, she had her hair French braded and some red lipstick and powder on. Her oversized shirt and skinny jeans seemed a little casual for wine tasting. She still wore her riding boots since they were taking the bike, but she regretted that she didn’t have a slinky dress and sexy heels.

  “This is as good a
s it’s getting.” Ella walked out and twirled around for him. “Is it bad? I wish I had a slinky dress and heels.”

  She smiled. Ryker tilted his head as he studied her. “Do you really think I’m going to say you look terrible?”

  “No.” She rolled her eyes. “Do I look okay?”

  “You’re beautiful in anything or nothing at all.”

  She grinned like a fool. “Come on. I’m so excited about this.”

  They spent the evening at the vineyard tasting the wine selection and learning about the wine-making process. Ryker went out of his way to make her happy, and she loved him for it. She had so much fun tasting the different wines. Ryker even bought a bottle for her to take back to the cabin with them. He also treated her to an elaborate dinner, set exclusively on a patio outside the main restaurant. It was quiet and intimate, though her eyes nearly bugged out at the prices next to the meals, on the menu. Ryker glared at her and snatched the menu away, refusing to allow her to order for herself.

  She supposed she needed to lighten up. She had asked him for a romantic getaway, and he’d gone through all the trouble of planning it and it really was fantastic. Freaking out over the cost would do a disservice.

  “I needed this.” She smiled at him from across the dinner table after they’d eaten. “Thank you.”

  He lifted his wine glass filled with water. “Yeah, well, you deserve to have fun. You’ve been stressed out a lot with work and the thing with your dad. I haven’t made life easier on you either.”

  She sat her wine glass down. “What did you want to be when you were younger?”

  He swirled the clear liquid in his glass. “I always wanted to be a club member.”

  “Nothing else? No Astronaut? Fireman? Businessman?”

  “Not really.” He propped his chin up on his hand. “I wanted to be a club member. I wanted to be president of the Roaming Devils Atlanta chapter.”

  She glanced up at the night sky. “Say that’s not an option. What would you want to be then?”

  He sipped his drink. “Your love slave.”

  She laughed. “From childhood?”

  “At least fifteen.” He reached for the bottle of wine between them. “I had a dirty mind and all kinds of fantasies about me and you.”

  “Ooh. Do share.”

  He laughed. “I’d rather show you.”

  “Oh, come on. Tell me your teenage fantasies.”

  Sitting back in his chair, he studied her. “Do you remember Mr. Swanson’s chemistry class?”

  “Yes. I had an A all year long.”

  He smiled, rubbing a hand over the scruff on his face. “You wore this short dress one time. Yellow with little pink flowers on it. It was sleeveless, and you had a denim jacket to cover your arms.”

  “You remember that?”

  “Vividly. You dropped something and bent over right in front of me. I saw your lacy white panties.” He propped his chin on his hand. “I spent all day trying to come up with a plan to get you to take them off. I wanted to see your pussy. I was obsessed.” He cleared his throat. “I still am.”

  “That’s almost endearing if not a little creepy.”

  He laughed. “Didn’t you want to have sex in high school?”

  She lifted her glass of wine. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

  “Are you glad you waited until you were nearly thirty?”

  She smiled. “Yes. You rocked my world.”

  “I could have rocked your world at fifteen.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Ella doubted that. He’d been a cocky bastard who probably hadn’t known much about sex back then. The girls had loved him though. Rumor had had it that he’d traded sexual favors near the back exit of the school. “Would we be together today if you had?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably not.”

  “Do you regret fucking so many women?”

  Pursing his lips, he didn’t answer her immediately. “Regret? Not really. I regret not being more careful about it. I wanted you and I tried to replace you by fucking any pussy willing to let me in.” He met her gaze. “I keep trying to tell you that I don’t want someone else. I’ve had other women. It’s not the same. A few seconds of pleasure is not going to replace what we have. I owe a lot to you, believe it or not. You’ve saved me more than once. I have a feeling I’m going to fuck up again and you’ll be right there, ready to jump in. I don’t deserve it, but I treasure everything you give me, Ella.”

  Crossing her legs, she glanced down at her plate. When he put it that way, she got the message. “I wanted to be your friend at fifteen. You didn’t give me the time of day. One of my friends told me it was because I didn’t spread my legs for you.”

  “I was pretty fucked up back then. My grandfather had just died. My dad was pushing coke on me. I slept around. I cared about you, but only from afar.” He lifted a breadstick from the basket in the center of the table. “You are so fucking special.”

  “I’m not that special.”

  He smiled. “Yes, you are. When I need you the most, you’re always there for me. You’re the only person that really does that.”

  “Vampire and Superman do too.”

  “No.” He shook his head. “I’m an authority with them. With you…I’m just me. I didn’t have parents. Not real ones. I grew up in a world where I couldn’t show any weakness. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst. I think I’ve even shed a fucking tear or two in front of you. I don’t know. I was high.”

  She reached for his hand. The more he talked, the more she understood his connection with her. She’d been jealous and pissed off about him with his ex, but he really felt something more with her. Ella knew he didn’t let his guard down. When he was around his friends, he was more focused than his relaxed nature with her.

  “Why?” she asked. “Why am I the only one you can be that way with?”

  He linked his fingers with hers. “You don’t want anything from me. Drugs. Money. Status. None of that matters to you. I respect you greatly for being your own person. You don’t need me, and I know that. I’m not used to that. Women always need me for something. They’re always trying to please me. You couldn’t give one fuck about that.” He chuckled. “You push against me. It makes me hot and horny, and half the time I don’t even know why were fighting. I like it though. Most of the time. Not about serious stuff or you truly being upset, but I like you giving me a run for my money when we butt heads about something.”

  “And I’m the exact opposite.” She laughed. “I don’t like fighting with you. I like the tender side of your personality. It doesn’t come out very often, but I have seen it and I know it’s there. I want you to be around more. I want to have conversations with you. I want to do couple things.”

  He didn’t say anything for the longest time. “Couple things? Like fucking in a winery?”

  “Fucking in a winery is pretty risqué.” She sipped her wine. “We could do it doggy style by the grapevines or maybe you can press my back into the grapes while you drive your cock into me like you mean it.”

  He grinned. If she looked closely, a faint hint of pink tinted his cheeks. Ryker shook his head. “Actual sex isn’t what I’m thinking about right now.” He took a sip. “Filling your mouth to end this conversation seems like a better idea.”

  Instead of saying anything, she scooted her chair back. Ryker watched her from across the table, his eyes heavy with desire. She knelt on the ground and crawled under the table. Her heart thumped as she reached for his legs and pushed his thighs apart. She nuzzled him, loving his masculine scent. His hands dropped to his fly as he worked it open. His cock was thick and perfect, and her mouth watered at the sight of it. She licked the tip with a flick of her tongue. Most nights, Ella could simply think about what Ryker looked like and smelled like only to grow wet with desire. The way he took her into his arms or kissed her softly on the lips had her trembling with need before they even said hello to one another. She sucked the tip of his cock between her lips.

  Su
cking a man off in public didn’t even cross her mind on the list of things to do this weekend. Before she’d finally had sex, she hadn’t imagined being that girl, the one who did risqué things to please her man. She bobbed her head along his length, holding down the flaps of his jeans with her hands. Ryker’s fingers stroked along her arms while she pleasured him. She hadn’t known what to expect when they’d first gotten together. He was a wild card, and she had been pretty tame.

  But Ella didn’t want to be seen as boring anymore. After one look from the trashy biker chick he had called his friend, she knew that was how the bikers saw her: Some good girl. A prude.

  Ryker’s fingers brushed along her cheek before he pushed her away gently from his cock. Ella wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, watching as he tucked his hard dick into his pants. Grimacing, he got the zipper up but left his pants unbuttoned.

  She crawled out from the table and sat back in her seat just as Ryker stood. “We’re leaving.”

  She lifted her glass of wine. “But I still want to talk to you.”

  “Later.” He held out his hand and waited for her to take it.

  Ella grabbed her bag from the table and stood, looking up at him innocently. “Where to?”

  “Like you don’t fucking know.” He grabbed her hand and led her back to his bike. They both got on and he started it up, revving the powerful engine a few times before they took off into the night. She didn’t know where they were going, but she didn’t want the night to end. It felt too fucking good simply being with him.

  Ryker pulled off some unknown drive and thrust them deeper into the darkness of the wooded area surrounding the lodge. They rode to a waterfall in the middle of nowhere and parked the bike. He grabbed her arm and dragged her in front of him, popping the chin strap of her helmet and pulling it off her head. His went next.

  “Get your clothes off,” he said before crashing his mouth against hers.

  He pulled at her shirt and tossed it aside. His fingers went to her jeans next, undoing them and tugging both them and her panties off her hips. She could barely comprehend what was going on before he had her naked on his bike, splayed out in front of him. The moon shined down on the water, and the glow gave them just enough light to see what they were doing. Ryker’s finger found her clit and rubbed while he leaned forward and flicked her nipple with his tongue.