Ranger: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Cold Angels MC) (Bad Boy Bikers Club Book 4)

by Naomi West

  But that wasn’t what I saw when I came back. Instead, Cassie was there alone, her hands clasped together in front of her and her eyes on the open door.

  “What’s the problem?” I asked, my gun still in my hands.

  “It’s Martin!”

  “Huh? Who the hell is Martin?”

  “My cat!”

  Of course she had a cat. I glanced over my shoulder and spotted a litter box in the corner of the kitchen, a small dish of food and water a few feet away from it.

  “What about your cat?” I asked.

  “I forgot to shut the door and he ran past me,” she said, panic in her voice. “And he went out that window.”

  She pointed down the hallway at an open window, the thick branches of a tree just outside of it.

  “Why the hell is your cat just running off like that?” I asked.

  “You must’ve scared him,” she said. “He’s weird around strangers.”

  I let out a sigh and stuck my gun back into my holster, at least relieved that it hadn’t been anything more serious than that.

  “What, we need a cat treat to lure him back or something?”

  She shook her head.

  “Whenever he runs off, I have to go find him,” she said. “But he ran into the branches.”

  Oh boy. I knew what this meant—I was about to pull “saving kitten from a tree” duty. Sure, I could’ve told her that it wasn’t my problem, but I wasn’t hard-hearted enough to leave this girl freaking out about her missing cat. Besides, the longer I was here, the longer I could keep an eye on her up close.

  I trudged over to the window and looked out. Sure enough, a tree was right outside of the window, one that was almost taller than the building itself. I squinted and stared into the thick branches, trying to spot the little shit.

  It took a minute of looking, but I eventually found him. He was a tiny, peach-colored cat with big blue eyes. Maybe a cat person might’ve considered him cute, but a cat person I most certainly was not—give me a pit bull any day of the week.

  I stuck my foot out of the window and set it down on the nearest sturdy branch. Once I was sure it could support my weight, I brought out my other foot and grabbed onto the nearby branches.

  “Come on, kitty,” I said, making my way across the branch towards the cat, his blue eyes fixed on me. “Come on, you little turd.”

  I glanced down as I made my way over to where he was perched. The drop looked to be a good couple dozen feet—more than enough to do some serious damage if I fell. I let out a snort of a laugh at the idea of, after all the shit I’d been through, going to my grave after falling out of a tree trying to chase down a freaking kitty cat.

  I got close, close enough to reach out for him. So, that was what I did. My hand shot out, but, of course, he went running.

  “Come on, you little asshole,” I said.

  “Don’t call him an asshole!”

  I turned on the branch to see Cassie standing at the window, watching the show.

  “No distractions,” I said.

  “Sorry.”

  I spotted Martin on the branch he’d fled to and made my way over. I got close, then closer, then, finally, right on top of him. I reached out again and this time I was too fast for him. I grabbed the little furball and brought him right to my chest.

  “You got him!” shouted out Cassie.

  The kitty squirmed in my hands, clearly not all that happy about me holding him. With my free hand I held onto the other branch and slowly made me way back to the window. Once I was close, I stepped in through the open window and shut it behind me.

  “Martin!” cried Cassie, a happy smile on her face.

  “Come on,” I said. “I’m making sure this little hairball gets back to the apartment.”

  “Okay,” said Cassie.

  Moments later we were back in the apartment.

  “Shut the door,” I said. “I don’t want him running off again.”

  She did, and I set the cat down. Once on the floor, he sped off around the corner and out of sight.

  “Thanks,” said Cassie. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

  “You’d have been climbing through those branches like a damn monkey,” I said.

  Cassie said nothing, instead looking up at me with those big green eyes of hers. She bit down on her lips softly, still staring at me.

  I couldn’t resist her any longer. The girl was too much to take. I reached around her, put my hand on the small of her back, and brought her close to me.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  I didn’t say a word. Instead, I answered her question with a hard kiss.

  12

  Ranger

  My cock went solid and stiff as a stone as soon as my lips touched hers. I half expected Cassie to push me away and answer my kiss with a quick slap across the face; maybe a “how fucking dare you.” But that wasn’t what I got. Instead, she fell into the kiss, her mouth melting against mine.

  I kept one hand on the small of her back and placed the other on the side of her face, holding her in place as I kissed her hard and deep. Her mouth opened up as we kissed, answering the question of whether or not she wanted what I was giving her.

  I nearly exploded in my pants as soon as her little tongue slipped into my mouth and began playing with mine. She tasted so good, so fucking good, like sweet wine that I wanted to drink by the bottle.

  We kissed, still standing by the door. Cassie put her hands on my chest, her fingertips on the outlines of my cut pecs through the T-shirt under my kutte. I knew without a doubt that she wanted me. But I wasn’t in any hurry.

  I reached down and grabbed her inner thigh, just like I’d done before at the bar. Even through the denim I could feel the heat from her cunt, and all I could think about was how wet she had to be.

  We kissed more and more, and with each second that passed I became more confident that she wasn’t going to have a change of heart. My hands on her round, curvy hips, I moved up, up until I had her tits in my hands through her shirt.

  I rubbed them through her shirt and bra, sighs slipped from her mouth as I did. Cassie pressed her body hard against mine, my hard cock grinding against her stomach.

  I needed her naked—and fast. I took my hands off her tits and grabbed the hem of the T-shirt. With a quick motion I pulled it up and off over her head and opened my eyes wide enough to see what she had going on underneath.

  Her stomach was perfect, flat, and just soft enough. And her tits … damn—they were full and ripe, looking about on the verge of exploding out of her bra. Next, I moved my hands down to her waist, quickly undoing the button and zipper of her black jeans. Once I had them undone, she helped me out, taking her hands away from my body for long enough to pull her jeans down and shimmy out of them.

  Now she was in nothing but her bra and panties, and I felt about ready to go crazy.

  She stepped back from me, her gorgeous eyes innocent and full. For a second, I thought she might tell me that this was a bad idea, that she wanted me to stop.

  But that wasn’t at all what she said.

  “Tell me what you want,” she said. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”

  Looking at her standing there in her skimpy underwear, her body tight and shapely and perfect, it would’ve been easier to say the things I didn’t want to do to her.

  So, I kept it simple.

  “I want to take you into that bedroom, strip you out of your underwear, and give you the fucking of a lifetime.”

  She bit her lip again, this time her mouth curling into a seductive little smile.

  “Then what are you waiting for?” she asked.

  Good fucking question.

  I closed the distance between the two of us, reached down, and wrapped my arms around her waist. Then I lifted up her gorgeous little body and slung it over my shoulder. Cassie let out a playful little squeal as I did. As I carried her to the bedroom I reached back with my free hand and gave her round ass
a little swat, squeezing as I did.

  Once we were in the bedroom, I stepped over to the end of the bed and tossed her onto it. Her hair splayed out all around her face as she bounced slightly.

  “No fair,” she said, pointing to me. “I’m about naked and you’re still wearing clothes.”

  I smirked and let out another snort.

  “I guess I’ve got you there,” I said.

  My eyes tracked along her body, making special note of her gorgeous smooth thighs, her toned stomach, and her full tits. The sensual, seductive expression on her stunning face completed the picture.

  I needed her so badly I could hardly stand it. And I knew if I didn’t get out of these jeans soon, my cock would be busting through the fabric.

  I took my shirt off, exposing my cut torso, nearly every square inch of skin covered in tattoos. Across the squares of my pecs were the words “Cold Angels” written in Gothic font—the tattoo I’d gotten when I’d finally become a member of the gang.

  The catlike expression that flashed on Cassie’s face made it clear that she liked what she saw.

  Next were my boots and socks, then my pants. It took a few seconds, but soon I was standing at the end of the bed in nothing but a pair of skintight black boxer-briefs, the fabric clinging to my bulging leg muscles.

  “Wait,” said Cassie, moving onto all fours and crawling across the bed towards me. “I want to do the rest.”

  “Not about to say no to the lady,” I said.

  Once she was on all fours in front of me, my cock only a few inches in front of her face, she glanced up at me with a sultry expression.

  “I think you’re about to find out that I’m not always a lady,” she said.

  Challenge accepted.

  She glanced forward at my prick, licking her lips. Then, she slipped her fingers under the waist of my boxer-briefs and pulled them down slowly. She rolled them down over my cock, and when she reached the end, my prick sprang out into her face. Cassie backed up a bit so that it didn’t smack her right in the nose.

  “Holy shit,” she said, her eyes tracking up and down my many, many inches.

  “Too much for you?” I asked, a playfully challenging tone to my voice.

  “I guess we’ll have to find out,” she said.

  With that, she wrapped her pink-nail-tipped fingers around my cock and began slowly stroking it. I let out a growl of delight as she worked my shaft up and down, her eyes lingering on the cut of my pecs as they rose and fell.

  “That feel good?” she asked.

  “Fuck yeah, it does,” I said, watching her hand move up and down my length.

  “Hmm,” she said. “But I think I know something that might feel even better.”

  I had a feeling I knew what was on her mind. But as if there was any question, her next move answered it. She opened her mouth enough to wrap her lips around the end of my cock.

  Goddamn, it felt like heaven. Her lips formed a tight seal around my head, the warm wetness of her mouth making me want to blast over her tongue right then and there. Cassie turned me on like no other girl had before, and I knew it was going to be a challenge to keep it together long enough to make her cum hard.

  Cassie went up and down the length of my prick, her lips moving slowly and carefully down my shaft. I knew how much cock I was working with, and I’d been with enough girls to know that it was a lot to handle. Cassie, however, seemed up to the challenge.

  She went up and down, each time taking a little more into her mouth. And as she did, her tongue worked inside of her mouth, lashing my prick with licks and strokes. Her hand followed her mouth, alternating between pumping and giving my balls some lovely attention.

  The sounds of sucks and licks filled the air, and I found it impossible to take my eyes off the show happening right below my waistline. And Cassie knew exactly how to make it irresistible. Every now and then she’d flick those gorgeous greens up at me, her expression making it clear that she loved taking my prick into her mouth as much as I did letting it happen.

  I could feel an orgasm rise up, up the length of my cock. Between her hands and her tongue and her lips, Cassie was giving me an onslaught of sexual attention that was enough to make any man weak in the knees. I’d always been proud of my stamina, but she was such a fucking hot little cocksucker that I felt ready to spray on command, to unload myself into her warm, wet mouth.

  That wasn’t what I wanted, however. I needed more. So, I slipped my hand into the back of her hair and pulled her gently off my cock. My member dropped heavily out of her mouth and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

  “Yes?” she asked.

  I couldn’t help but smirk. As if there would be some totally non-obvious reason I’d stop her from sucking my cock.

  “Get on your back,” I said, pointing to the space on the bed behind her.

  “Mmm, someone’s bossy,” she purred.

  “Just that if I don’t shove this cock in your pussy right now, I might fucking explode.”

  “Can’t argue with that,” she said with a sexy little smile.

  She sat down, then fell backward, and I took one more long, sweeping look at her body before pouncing. With incredible speed, I yanked her panties down her legs before reaching around her slender body and taking off her bra. I flicked both behind me and took in the sight of her gorgeous naked body.

  She was like nothing else. Her nipples were small, hard, and pink. Her arms and stomach and everything else were just the right combination of toned and shapely. Her pussy was total perfection, delicious-looking with a neatly trimmed little bush above it.

  I needed her so fucking badly it hurt. So, I didn’t waste any more fucking time. I moved between her legs and spread them wide. Then I took my cock into my hand and spread her lips open. Finally, with a slow driving of my hips, I entered her.

  “Ah, ah, fuck!” she shouted out as I penetrated her.

  She bit her lip hard for a moment before letting out another cry.

  “S-slowly,” she moaned. “You’re so fucking big!”

  As much as I loved hearing her squeal out in delight, I didn’t want to hurt the poor thing. So, I slowed down, letting her get used to one inch before shoving in another, then another. I watched her squirm with pleasure underneath me, her face turning into a tight expression of total ecstasy.

  Soon I was buried to the hilt.

  “That feel good?” I growled into her ear as I kissed along the delicate slope of her neck.

  “Yeah,” she moaned. “So fucking good.”

  Just what I wanted to hear. Her pussy was tight, her velvet walls gripping my prick hard. I pulled my hips back and drove into her again, a moan slipping past her lips as I filled her full.

  God, she felt like nothing else. She fit my cock like a glove.

  I leaned back a bit, taking her ankles in my hands. Then, holding her legs wide, I began to drive into her again and again. Over and over I pounded her, my cock plunging into her cunt and making her tits bounce and shake.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Please, don’t stop.”

  There wasn’t a force on heaven or earth that could’ve stopped me from giving her the fucking of a lifetime. I dropped her legs and leaned forward, propping myself up on her elbows and pounding her again and again.

  I kept at that until I could tell by her pants and moans that Cassie was about ready to cum, and cum hard. I was about there too, but like any true gentleman, I wasn’t going to have my fun before she did.

  Then, in the middle of a frenzied series of thrusts, it happened. Her pussy clenched onto mine as an orgasm shot through her body. She gripped my shoulders hard and dug her nails into my skin.

  “Oh fuck!” she shouted. “I’m cumming!”

  She didn’t even need to say it—I could feel it on my cock. Cassie writhed and shook as the pleasure seized her. The sight of her cumming was too fucking hot for me to hold back against. My own orgasm came next, and my cock exploded inside of her with pure hot pleasure.
With a heavy grunt, I drained myself inside of her, filling her completely with my cum.

  I was spent, and so was she. I let out one last groan before falling on top of her, Cassie’s arms wrapping around my body.

  And we laid like that for a time, holding one another, me staying inside of her.

  It was fucking perfect.

  13

  Cassie

  It took me a while before I even had the energy to move, let alone speak. The orgasm had exploded through me like a freaking supernova—I’d never had a man make me feel the way that Ranger did.

  A soft chuckle escaped my lips.

  “Now what’s so damn funny?” asked Ranger with a smile. “I don’t think what I did to you was anything to snicker at.”

  “It’s not that,” I said, pointing down. “It’s my legs.”

  “What about them?” he asked.

  “Look.”

  He glanced down and saw what I was referring to. My legs were twitching slightly, as if someone was giving them a mild electrical shock.

  “You okay down there?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I said. “Just … was a pretty damn powerful orgasm is all.”

  He reached down and placed his warm hand on my shaking leg.

  “I’ll say,” he said.

  “And what about you?” I asked. “You have a good time?”

  He grinned.

  “Did it not look like I was having a good time?” he asked.

  “Kind of hard for me to tell,” I said. “I was a little preoccupied with my own business.”

  “I guess you’re right about that,” he said.

  He let out a very sexy little grunt as he rolled onto his side and put his hand on my belly.

  “You like?” I asked.

  “Mhmm,” he said. “Very, very much so. Perfect little stomach. The kind you want to kiss up and down.”

  “Don’t do that though,” I said, the words shooting out.

  He looked up at me with his eyebrows raised.

  “Don’t do that?” he asked. “And why not?”

  I took in a deep breath and let it out, not sure I should say what I was about to.