Keeping What He Wants (Roaming Devils MC Book 2)

by Lexie Davis

  The engine hummed beneath her as he pushed two fingers inside her cunt. She gripped the handle bars, arching against him as he played her body. He kissed the underside of her breasts, teasing her with the soft rasp of his tongue. His thumb stroked her clit while his fingers pumped into her, getting her wetter, preparing her for his cock.

  “Help me turn over.” Ella clutched the back of his head, forcing him to look at her before she kissed him. Ryker pulled her legs together and lifted her so she could straddle the bike with her back to him. He nipped her shoulder, licking and sucking along her neck until she fell forward. The vibrations of the bike hummed against her clit.

  “Oh, wow.” She gasped, holding onto the chrome bars.

  Behind her, Ryker laughed, standing to undo his pants. His fat cock rubbed along her slit. He teased her entrance with the plump head, making her squirm with need. She closed her eyes as he licked the dip of her spine. How one man could make her feel so damn good was beyond her comprehension.

  “Is your hot pussy ready for me?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Sucking your cock made me so wet. I need you inside me.”

  He pressed his cock against her opening while scraping his teeth along the spot where her shoulder met her neck. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg for mercy.”

  Ella gasped as he entered her, one slick thrust after another. He gripped her hips, grinding her clit against the motorcycle while he pummeled into her. They were in the middle of nowhere and Ella allowed herself to get vocal as she rocked her hips against him. His harsh grunts were all that she needed before she cried out in pleasure. Her pussy milked him, squeezing his cock inside her where it belonged. He smacked her ass and she clutched him even tighter, eliciting a groan from his sexy lips.

  “I’m nowhere near done with you.” Ryker pulled out and lifted her so she could face him again. He pulled her legs apart, and Ella fell back awkwardly against the gas tank. He shoved into her again, thrusting deeper and harder as he gripped the handlebars for stability. She felt her muscles straining as he contorted her into the positions he wanted, drawing out another scream of pleasure when he stroked a spot inside her pussy that made her toes curl.

  He gripped her hips and lifted her almost immediately, leaning back with their bodies still connected. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Ella rest her hands against his chest. He still wore his shirt, and it clung to his sweaty body. She moved over him, riding his cock. He was a beautiful creature inside and out. Ella leaned forward and bit his lower lip before soothing it with a swipe of her tongue. His hands roamed along her body, caressing and squeezing while he kissed her. She needed him almost as much as he needed her.

  “Come inside me.” She kissed his ear, dipping the tip of her tongue inside to tease. “And afterwards, I’ll lick your cock clean.”

  Ryker strained, thrusting deep inside her as his hot cum filled her. Ella flicked her tongue against his lips, watching as his expression contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure. He held her to his sweaty body as he pressed his face between her breasts.

  Ella smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, pushing his head back. “I love the way you fuck me. Thank you for this. For my fantasy.”

  He didn’t say anything as she dismounted him. His cock lay between his legs, shiny from their combined moisture. Ella leaned down and sucked it, taking as much of his half-hard erection as she could. He groaned, stroking her back as she made good on her promise.

  “Get your clothes on.” Ryker sat up and gently pushed her away from his dick.

  He tucked his cock back in his pants and helped her find her clothes. She struggled to pull her skinny jeans. Ryker grew impatient and pulled his shirt off only to toss it to her instead.

  “Put it on and stuff your jeans in the saddle bag.”

  She did as he said and got on the bike. They left the secluded area and went back to their cabin. Ella wanted to kiss his face off. She couldn’t have asked for a more perfect night with him. The sexy, bad-boy biker had a romantic side.

  “You look tired.” Ella cupped his cheek before leaning in to kiss him. “Did I wear you out?”

  He shook his head. “Get your hot ass inside.”

  She went inside and watched as he put the wine bottle in the cooler. She dumped her jeans on her luggage and searched through her clothes for something to wear.

  She pulled his shirt off and Ryker came up behind her, scooping her breasts into his hands and lightly squeezing. “There’s a hammock out back.”

  He kissed the side of her neck before bending to pick her up. He carried her out of the cabin nude and sat in the hammock with her on top of him. The close proximity forced her to lay on top of him while they swung in the cooler night air.

  Ella closed her eyes as she let him hold her, lulling her to sleep with the soft sways of the hammock. She loved that he wanted to keep her close, that he didn’t withdraw from her but rather pulled her closer after sex.

  “I love you, Ryker.” She laid her head on his chest. “I don’t want to live life without you.”

  He spread her legs over his hips. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He kissed her. “Get some sleep, beautiful. I’ve got you, and I’m not going to let you go.”

  ****

  Ryker knew it was a bad idea to sleep in the hammock when he couldn’t move. It sounded romantic, but it only left his body tired and achy with each of his muscles hurting. Nowadays he didn’t drink alcohol in an effort to stay clean, but knew that Ella would like the experience of the winery. She didn’t usually drink due to her job, but she could let go and relax for a few days. He hoped she would eventually see that.

  “My head hurts.”

  “Hangover.”

  She pushed up off him. “Oh, dear God. The world is spinning.”

  “We’re in a hammock.”

  She groaned. “How did we get here?”

  He smiled. “I love you so much, Ella.”

  He helped her to stand before standing himself. The idea of needing aspirin on his vacation wasn’t something he’d thought of during planning. He walked with Ella into the cabin and searched through the medicine cabinet. Nothing.

  “I’ve got some in my purse.” Ella went to the sofa and grabbed her purse. After finding her bag of OTC medicine, she grabbed the pills and dumped some into her hand.

  “I should have known you would have had something. You have everything in that bag.”

  “Not everything.”

  He went to the fridge and grabbed a complimentary bottle of water the lodge had stored there and twisted the cap. He took the pills and handed the water to her for her to do the same.

  “This is my first hangover.”

  He glanced over at her. “You’re serious?”

  She nodded.

  “Shower then breakfast?” he asked.

  “Bed sounds better.”

  “No. You’re on vacation not at home. Shower, breakfast, and then shopping? They’ve got a fudge factory in town.”

  She gave him a small smile. “Shower, breakfast, and then dessert.”

  *****

  Ella was in a cuddly mood as they walked into the restaurant. She had her arms around him and her head on his shoulder. He ordered for them and spent his time thoroughly enjoying her kisses. Patrons in the restaurant thought they were newlyweds, and he couldn’t deny that he liked the idea. He’d been thinking about it more and more as the days went by.

  “What are your wedding plans?” Ryker asked her. “And don’t tell me you don’t know. Every woman plans her wedding when boys aren’t gross anymore.”

  “Boys are always gross.” She sipped her drink. “I want a beach wedding. Small. Only our family and closest friends. I think maybe in May or September. I don’t want to be sweating my makeup off while saying my vows.”

  “Are you going to make me wear a ring?”

  She smiled. “No. I just figured you’d get one tattooed or someth
ing. That’s more your style.”

  He nodded. It was. He looked at his finger. Having her name or initial across the blank space didn’t sound like a bad idea. He planned to get a tattoo related to her at some point anyway. “And you? Can you wear rings at the hospital?”

  “I don’t generally wear any jewelry. I can wear a band or something smooth. A diamond ring may make changing gloves as often as I do horrible. Not to mention washing my hands every few minutes or using hand sanitizer.”

  He nodded. He half-figured she’d just said that to keep him from spending money, but he was still going to get her something without her permission. He didn’t know what, but he’d find something perfect for her.

  “So are we engaged?” Ella asked casually.

  “No.” He sat back in his seat. “Not yet.”

  “What are you waiting for?”

  “There’s still stuff I have to work out.”

  “With the club?”

  “Yeah.” He didn’t want to talk about that with her though.

  “Did you ever figure out that problem you had the other night?”

  Taking a deep breath, he glanced over at her. “We’re not talking about that. I shouldn’t have told you anything, and I don’t want you to bring it up again.”

  “Can I give my opinion first?” When he didn’t say anything, she continued. “I think it’s Razor.”

  “It’s not my father.”

  “You don’t know that.” She counted on her fingers. “First, who knows where we live? We just moved in our apartment. Nobody knows the address but a few select people. People we both trust. Second, it has his name written all over this. The women look like me. It’s a message. Thirdly, he’s had it out for me from day one. It would be orgasmic to him to finally get what he wants. And lastly, you let him go. You let him out of your sight and pushed him away from Atlanta. He has ties here. It’s not beneath him to use them from afar to get what he wants.”

  “You done?” Ryker asked.

  “Don’t be an ass. I’m just as much a part of your world whether I’m fucking you or staying far, far away from you and the club. It doesn’t matter. We’re in this together, and you need to accept that.”

  “I know you’re smart, but dammit, you’ve got this way about you that makes you think you have a right to an opinion about things you really know nothing about. You don’t know, Ella. You don’t. Even with what I told you, you still don’t know. If I want your advice, I’ll ask for it. Until then, keep it to yourself.”

  “Fine. I’m sorry I said anything.” She stood and dumped her trash in the nearby container.

  Ryker knew he’d made her mad. A small part of him wanted to apologize and make up with her, but the main part of him knew that Ella didn’t run the club. Her opinion meant little to him where club business was concerned. She had to understand that.

  They spent the day shopping. He bought fudge from the fudge factory and walked around eating the huge chunk while she window shopped. She didn’t say much to him, and that was fine. He was agitated enough without her adding to it.

  “Are you done being mad at me?” she asked as they walked by a clothing store.

  “I don’t know. Why?”

  “I want some of your fudge.”

  Smiling, he held out the chunk to her for a bite. Her blue eyes sparkled as she parted her lips for the sugary treat. Once she took the bite, he leaned in to kiss her. He could be angry. Pissed. Hurt. Sad. Whatever emotion he felt, Ella made it better. Even if she caused that emotion.

  “I’m buying more before we leave.” She wiped the corners of her mouth. “That stuff is good.”

  “I know.”

  He would never admit it out loud, but he liked walking around with her while she shopped. His friend’s voices filled his head telling him he was pussy-whipped, and he knew deep down he was. He liked seeing her smile. He wanted her to be happy. If that meant that he walked around with her while she shopped, then he’d do it.

  “Are we going to talk about your new tattoo?” she asked, stopping at the ice cream booth.

  “Hadn’t planned on it.”

  The tattoo in question was side ink of an elaborate design that he planned to take up both his right side and part of his back. The artwork was from one of the best in Atlanta, and he knew it was going to look badass when he was done.

  “Please tell me that they sterilize their equipment and clean their tattoo shop regularly and thoroughly.” She took the ice cream cone she’d bought from the teenager working the stand and licked it.

  “You worry about some of the weirdest stuff.”

  “You can get Hep C from a dirty needle.” She closed her mouth over the tip of the cone, and his mind went elsewhere. “I mean, you’re a biker. You’re going to do what you’re going to do, but you can at least make sure things are clean.”

  “They’re clean. My artist is one of the best in the city. He’s in high demand from celebrities so it’s good.”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Celebrities screw around with one another. You never know what you can catch. And just because he’s in high demand doesn’t mean everything is good. High demand can mean he takes shortcuts, and shortcuts in proper technique that can lead to you having a nasty disease.”

  He sighed. “I just had to fall for a fucking doctor.”

  She licked the ice cream. “What is it anyway? A devil or something?”

  It was. He wanted to weave in an intricate pattern of devil and angel, a metaphor for their relationship. “You’ll understand what it is when it’s finished.”

  “You mean you’re not done?” Her eyes widened. “Doesn’t it hurt? Your ribs are sensitive. There’s very little fat or muscle there. You’re basically tattooing bone.”

  “It does hurt. Like a bitch. But I want it.” He shrugged. “I have probably eight or more sessions before it’s done.”

  “Make sure you take care of it properly. It looked puffy and red the last time I really paid attention to it.”

  He had over twenty tattoos, and she stood before him eating a damn ice cream cone telling him to take care of his last one properly.

  “Yes, Mother.” He saluted her.

  She shot him a glare. “I’m not your mother. But if I was, you’d get a spanking for doing that to your body.”

  He laughed. “Spank me anyway.”

  She focused on her ice cream, ignoring him. Her tongue swirled around, lapping up the cold treat like it was the best damn thing in the world. Ryker swallowed, his cock responding to every lap of her tongue. Hell, she didn’t even try to turn him on. She just ate her stupid fucking treat, and he couldn’t help it.

  “I think we need to go back to the cabin.”

  She shrugged, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort. “Fine with me.”

  Ryker watched as she bit into the ice cream. Ella licked the treat off her lips with one smooth swipe of her tongue. He’d had her not too long ago and found himself wanting her again.

  “You want a bite?” She held the ice cream out to him. “You’re staring at me like you’re starving. You shared your fudge so I’ll share my ice cream.”

  “No.”

  “You’re missing out.”

  “You have no fucking idea.” He grabbed her hand and led her to the parking lot.

  Thankfully, Ella hadn’t bought too much and what she had fit in the compartments on his bike with a little effort. Ella watched him, biting into the cone of the ice cream as he handed her the helmet.

  “Can I finish?”

  He straddled the bike. “My fucking dick is hard and you want to finish the ice cream cone?”

  She glanced down at his crotch. “Your dick is always hard.” Ella rolled her eyes and turned away from him. The skinny jeans she wore molded to her ass. It was a contrast to the loose-fitting scrub pants he normally saw her in. She’d matched it with a sexy blouse that showed cleavage. A few men walked by them, taking their time while looking at her. Equal measures of jealousy and pride filled him each time
it happened. Ella was gorgeous, and she was his.

  “Let me have a bite.” He reached for her arm, and she pulled away.

  “You lost your chance.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Besides, you’re just saying that so I’ll finish it faster.”

  He gripped her waist and drew her close. “You’re sexy as hell and don’t even know it.”

  She rolled her eyes. “You have the libido of a teenage boy. I can only imagine how bad you were as an actual teenager. It’s a wonder if you could even keep it down long enough to function normally.”

  He smiled and leaned in to bite her ice cream cone. The ice cream drizzled out of the cone and onto her fingers. Ella scowled at him before lapping it up. Ryker couldn’t stop touching her. He didn’t want to. She had the softest skin, and he loved the way she felt in his arms.

  “I just think I’m addicted to you.” He kissed her sticky lips. “And when we get home, we need to stop by the grocery to pick up ice cream and waffle cones.”

  She took the last bite and wiped her hands on her jeans. “Yeah, right.”

  He watched as she moved to put her helmet on. He didn’t know what the hell he’d done to get her, but he’d sure hit the fucking jackpot. He pulled his helmet on and started the motorcycle.

  Behind him, Ella slid her hands along his chest and stomach. He grinned to himself as he pulled out of his parking spot and headed toward the main road. She moved her hands lower until she cupped his crotch. Ryker squeezed the accelerator harder, gaining more speed as they raced back to the cabin. She stroked his cock through his pants, and he was helpless to stop her.

  When they got to their cabin, he parked and yanked his helmet off. Ella’s laugher filled the silence as he lifted her off the back and carried her fireman style to the door. He smoothed his hand along her ass as she dropped her helmet next to the door as they entered.

  He sat her down and barely had time to kick off his shoes before she pushed him against the wall. Ryker let her kiss him a few seconds before he cupped her ass and pulled her against him, kissing her back. They tumbled to the sofa in the living room, tugging at each other’s clothes. He’d never get enough of her. He’d realized that the first night he drove balls deep into her hot body, and he realized it now after having her so many times.