Ripper leaned close to her ear to whisper the words she’d been waiting for all her life. “Then I’m going to have to make you mine. Your pussy, your body, and your heart. They’ll all belong to me soon enough.”
Chapter Three
Lily’s scent drove him mad. Ripper didn’t know what possessed him to say those crude words to her. Then again, she knew he was no gentleman. Ripper pulled his fingers from her pussy, licked her sweet nectar off them, and watched her reaction. Color blossomed in Lily’s cheeks.
“Do you mean what you said?” Lily whispered. “Ripper, you should know. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted. I thought you didn’t feel the same way.”
With his fingers, Ripper tipped her chin, forcing her to look at him. Those vivid, expressive green eyes undid him. So innocent. He thought he could stay away and had hoped some young man her age who did something decent for a living would take care of her. What was he thinking? There were few good men in Windsdale and he couldn’t stomach the thought of any other man but him putting his hands on his Lily.
“Are you going to kiss me?” Lily demanded.
Ripper took her mouth in answer. He didn’t hold back. Like her pussy, she tasted sweet. He claimed her soft lips and closed one hand on the back of her neck, preventing escape. Not that she pulled away. She even parted her lips so he could slip his tongue down her throat. Molten heat rammed right to his aching dick.
Ripper wanted to be inside her so bad. He could heft her up on his bike, yank down those itty-bitty shorts, and take her right here in the open. Screw anyone else watching. No one would be able to stop him from taking what always rightfully belonged to him.
First thing he’d do would be to stick his tongue up her pussy. He’d make her come for him before he’d put her on all fours and sink his dick deep inside her soft folds.
“You’re wrong,” he said, pulling away from the kiss. His breathing turned harsh. Ripper put those thoughts on the back burner. This was Lily he was thinking about. She deserved better. “Lily, you’re the only woman on my mind. The women at the club? They’re invisible to me.”
“Then why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because you’re Bear’s daughter.”
“When are you going to stop using that excuse? Hell, the only thing Bear cares about is his relationship with the bottle.”
He heard bitterness in her voice and wanted to chase the hurt away from her eyes. Ripper suddenly felt like a dick for deciding to ride away from his problems instead of sticking around. She was right. Bear might be at the point of no return, but he’d be leaving her to clean up her father’s messes.
“I’ve denied myself for too long,” he admitted. “Enough.”
She widened her eyes. “Do you mean that?”
“You’re walking temptation, but I’m not going to take you tonight.”
She pouted. “Why not?”
Ripper made a decision. Maybe fate had a hand in him seeing Lily again tonight. Back in his crummy motel bathroom when he tried washing off the blood off his jacket, maybe he realized he never intended on leaving Windsdale in the first place. This shit town was his home, the home of the Skull Crushers. The club had always been his life, even though it was always chaotic. Messy.
Besides, Windsdale had Lily and despite what she told him, she’d never leave town because she cared about Bear too much. Lily was a saint. Bear didn’t deserve her. Maybe she needed a new man in her life. A better one. Ripper could be that man for her. She was right. No point keeping away when Bear could hardly take care of her.
Jeanne would understand. Right now, Lily, Bear, and the club needed him. Besides, a tiger couldn’t just change his stripes.
“I’ve decided to stick around Windsdale a little longer. I’m going to try to sort shit out with the club, with Bear. I’ll do the right thing and take you home.”
She grabbed his arm. “I don’t want to go home. I dread going back to that house. It stinks of stale beer bottles, of him, and probably some whore from the club. Let me stay the night with you. Please?”
“Not a good decision. Who knows what I’ll end up doing.”
“Ripper.” She touched his rough-shaven cheek. Her touch startled him, so did the gentle look in her eyes. “I trust you.”
Ripper placed his hand over hers, took her fingers away, and pressed a kiss to them. “You shouldn’t.”
“I know you’ll do the right thing. I won’t hit on you anymore. Promise.”
That got a laugh out of him. Clearly, Lily didn’t understand what kind of danger she was in by being with him. Still, the thought of Lily sleeping in the same room as he did? Ripper also didn’t know how bad things were at home. He’d find out soon enough. Surely, one night wouldn’t hurt.
“Fine.” He grunted. “One night. I’ll take the couch. You can have the bed. Either option sucks, by the way. It’s a crappy motel room.”
“I don’t mind. I just don’t want to sleep in that house.” She shuddered.
They got on his bike. She felt like a warm bundle behind him. Ripper loved the feel of her arms around his waist, the way she rested her head against the curve of his back. Her scent, mingling with the smell of motor oil, made for a potent combination.
“Hold on tight.”
“I’m never letting you go again.”
Did he imagine her saying those words? Ripper revved up the engine and left that shithole. He always rode alone. Ripper thought it was the best feeling in the world, riding his Harley, nothing but a powerful engine between his legs. He was wrong. Riding with Lily right behind him, her soft body pressing up against him, nothing could top that.
Ripper wondered how the hell he’d be able to keep his hands off her the entire night.
They arrived at the parking lot of his motel soon enough. She got off the bike and he followed. Ripper watched her take a look around the empty parking space then the shabby-looking motel rooms across from them.
“I told you. Crappy place,” he said. “I can still—”
Lily cut him off. “No. You promised I can stay the night.”
“Stubborn,” he muttered under his breath. He led her to his room on the first floor, fished the keys out, and opened it. Ripper held the door for her. Unable to help himself, he gave her rounded ass a squeeze through those shorts. She gave a little squeak of surprise.
Ripper shut the door behind him.
“Bed’s yours,” he said. “Bathroom’s through there.”
“Great. I want to take a shower first.”
“Be my guest.” Ripper needed some air. Being in the same room, such a tiny space with her, made him want to start making his dirty fantasies come to life. “I’m getting cigarettes from the nearby gas station. You want anything?”
“No, I’m good. By the way, can I borrow some of your clothes? I don’t want to sleep in these. I smell like the bar.”
“Sure, babe. Clothes are in the backpack by the bathroom door.” The image of Lily wearing his clothes sprang up in his head. His dick got hard just thinking of Lily in one of his shirts and nothing else.
Lily glanced at his pack. “That’s all you’ve packed?”
“I figured I wouldn’t need much. That I’ll buy what I need along the way.”
“I’m glad you’ve decided to stay,” she told him. She opened the bathroom door. “It’s tiny. Do you mind if I undress out here?”
Was she flirting with him, tempting him on purpose?
“I’ll get out of your way,” he answered.
Ripper left before he could hear her answer. Lily didn’t curse often but he swore he heard her stomping inside. Not too late to head back in. Ripper stepped away from the door.
The night air cooled his head a little. Ripper could do this.
He made a decision. He’d do this right. Show Lily he wasn’t a beast. Ripper would let her stay the night and be a complete gentleman. Tomorrow, he’d drive back into town and confront Bear. Then tell his friend he intended on making Lily his old lady.
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Ripper didn’t want to be her boyfriend. He was too old for juvenile labels like that. Ripper had every intention of making Lily his wife. To put a ring on her finger. Once that was done, he’d stop denying himself and her. He’d claim her in every way possible, remind her who owned her, body, heart, and soul.
Chapter Four
Lily let out a sigh of frustration. She didn’t think Ripper could hold out on her this long. Maybe she imagined the feral look in his eyes earlier before they got on his bike. Perhaps she wanted him more than he desired her.
She stripped out of her clothes, grabbed one of his shirts from his pack, and headed inside the bathroom.
Spotting Ripper’s MC jacket lying on the shower floor, she stopped. He’d mentioned being pissed off at not being able to wash off the blood. She picked up the jacket and soaked it in the sink with water. Then she proceeded using the liquid soap to scrub the stains off.
Lily had done this plenty of times for Bear. She knew what she was doing. This time, however, she didn’t mind doing this for Ripper. That done, she lifted the jacket to her face. She took a whiff of it. It smelled of soap and Ripper. Smiling to herself, she left it on the counter and stepped into the shower. Lily put the water on max. She shut her eyes.
She imagined Ripper walking in on her naked. Then he’d decide to join her. He’d quickly take off his clothes before cornering her against the shower wall. Lily moved her hand to give her nipples a squeeze and fantasied it was Ripper’s hand, kneading her breasts. She moved her fingers lower to her pussy and began to stroke herself.
Lily bet Ripper would be enormous. Just thinking of Ripper sinking his dick inside her hastened her climax. Lily gasped and held on to the wall for support while she came. She shut her eyes, letting the water cleanse her.
She finished showering and dried herself with the towel before putting on one of Ripper’s old shirts. The plain, threadbare white cotton shirt fell to her knees. He must’ve worn this plenty of times because she could see the outline of her curves through the fabric.
Lily hung his jacket to dry on the hook behind the door before heading out. Still no sign of Ripper. Did he grab cigarettes to avoid her? She slipped into the bed and wondered what the hell she was doing. Lily didn’t believe in coincidence, but Ripper had happened to walk into the bar she was working tonight.
“That meant something, right?” she whispered to herself. Ripper said he was going to fix things and she believed him. She hugged a pillow to her chest and wished it was him instead.
Bear probably wouldn’t notice she was gone at all. Her cell phone rang. She rose from the bed and pried it from the back pocket of her shorts. Bear. He was probably calling not to demand where she was but to ask her to pick up more beer.
“He can pick his damn beer himself,” she said.
Lily angrily turned off the phone and climbed back to bed. She wondered how long Ripper would take to blow some steam off. Nothing was going to happen tonight. She did her best, but it seemed Ripper was intent on sticking to his bloody honor.
She should just get some sleep. Try again tomorrow. Lily was determined to make Ripper her man. Fate didn’t lead him back to her for no reason.
She must’ve dozed off. Hearing the sound of a doorknob turning, she stirred awake.
Lily rubbed at her eyes and found Ripper staring down at her. From her position on the bed, he looked so big and reminded her of a giant.
She extended a hand toward him. “Join me? Sleeping on the couch must be lonely.”
To her shock, the bed dipped. The next thing Lily knew, Ripper crawled on top of her. He pinned her arms above her head. A thrill of excitement crept down her spine. Heat pooled between her legs, especially when he pressed his denim-clad knee there. She moaned.
“I’m not a fucking saint, Lily,” he said, voice hoarse. “You’re making this incredibly difficult. Look at you, wearing nothing but my shirt. You’re practically begging me to fuck you.”
“Will begging work? Let’s simplify this complex situation then.” Lily raised her head to steal a kiss from him. Ripper tightened his hold on her wrists. He took over the kiss and plundered her mouth without mercy. Ripper deepened the kiss, leaving her panting afterward.
“You’re my best friend’s daughter.”
“Wrong. Right now, I’m yours.” Lily leveled those emerald-green eyes at him. The challenge there made him kiss her again.
Ripper pulled his mouth away and smiled when she tried rubbing her breasts against him. “Mine. I like the sound of that.”
“Ripper, I’ve always belonged to you. Take what you need. Take me.”
Those words seemed to undo Ripper. He reached for her shirt. One jerk and the fabric ripped. He tugged it away, revealing her breasts. Ripper lowered his mouth to her left breast and sucked hard on it. She squirmed and thrust her hips upward but he held her body in place with his bigger one.
Lily decided she liked his big hands restraining hers, preventing movement. Escape. Not that she had any intentions of doing that. Feeling the slight edge of his teeth on her nipple, she tensed. He let her wrists go, only to slide his hand between her legs. Ripper stroked her pussy lips then bit her breast. She cried out softly against him as he raised his head to look up at her.
The naked hunger in his eyes only made her wetter. He pushed one, two digits inside her cunt before leaving another set of teeth marks on her right breast. Lily didn’t know why, but she liked seeing the souvenirs he left on her body.
“There’s no escaping this, escaping me,” Ripper said.
Ripper got off her, only to peel off his shirt, exposing his ripped chest. She reached out and touched the black ink there. Tattoos covered most of him save one spot right across his heart. She knew the name of his deceased wife used to occupy that spot but she didn’t know he’d had it lasered off.
“Yes,” she murmured when he slipped out of his pants and boxers.
The sight of Ripper’s massive and long prick made her feel feverish and warm all over. She began to touch herself but he stopped her.
“No, your pussy, tits, your body’s mine now. I’ll decide what to do with them.”
Lily shivered at the command in his voice. He joined her in bed again. Ripper pried her thighs opened then put his face to her pussy.
Lily groaned as he stuck his tongue into her folds. He tongue-fucked her. Lily raised her hips but he set them back on the sheets with his hands. She gripped the bars of the headboard above her while Ripper licked and explored the length of her pussy.
His tongue felt so good there, in her most intimate place. Ripper moved his mouth higher and used his tongue to circle her clit. She buckled against him. He bit lightly at her clit. The pressure building inside her split open. Her head swam. Lily came, gasping. It seemed to go on forever.
When the room swam back into focus, she found Ripper staring at her. The intensity in his gaze hadn’t faded one bit. She blushed, realizing he’d started stroking his cock. The tip already leaked pre-cum.
“I haven’t fucked you yet,” he told her.
“Will you?” she asked.
Lily gasped when he lifted her legs above his broad shoulders in answer.
“Once you’re mine, you’re mine forever,” he said, blanketing his body over hers. The feel of his warm, hard, muscled chest against the soft pillow of her breasts felt amazing. She locked her arms around his neck.
“It’s not like I’m interested in any other man.”
Ripper smirked, the devil in his smile. “That’s right. I’m possessive as hell, baby. Anyone who so much as looks at you wrong is a dead man.”
It was wrong but those words turned her on.
Ripper took her mouth again, leaving her breathless for a few seconds. She panted as he pulled away and guided his cock into her entrance.
“Protection?” she asked. Lily had to ask, although she wanted Ripper to ride her bare, without any thin plastic getting in the way.
“I’m clean. Haven’t been with a woma
n since Jeanne,” he said.
His wife. She widened his eyes. Jeanne had been dead for years. Ripper hadn’t been inside any other woman that long?
“But girls at the club always hang around you.”
Lily remembered hating to drop by the club because she’d always catch sight of Ripper, being surrounded by one of the club whores. Thinking back, she’d never seen him bring them upstairs, up to his room. The other MC members did that all the time, especially Bear.
“Yeah, but I never took any of them to bed. I knew the next woman I wanted to sink my cock into was the one I can’t have. You, and you’re worth breaking every rule for.”
“I’m right here now,” Lily told him. “And you don’t have to worry about me either. I’m clean, too.”
“Then there’s nothing more to say. I’m finally going to make you mine, Liliana.” Ripper gripped her hips then finally penetrated her.
Chapter Five
Getting his teeth, Ripper forced himself to slow down, wanting Lily to get used to the size of him. Damn, but her pussy felt so good, so tight around his cock. She looked so perfect, lying on her back and gazing up at him. Ripper knew she’d take whatever he chose to give her.
She left half-crescent nail marks on his shoulders as he buried his way deep in her.
“Breathe in and out,” he ordered, groaning when her pussy muscles clamped down on his dick.
She did as he asked. Ripper watched, mesmerized by the rise and fall of her big breasts. He loved everything about her. Her fiery personality. Those amazing tits and curves. Ripper intended to take it all, ravish her body then her heart.
Ripper pressed a kiss to her mouth once he rested his balls against the curve of her ass. He didn’t move yet, wanting her to be aware of his cock inside her. She moaned and tried to squirm, but he held her body captive.
“Time I made you feel good,” he told her. Ripper stole another kiss from her sweet mouth and began to thrust in and out of her. He started with slow, luxurious strokes at first, tormenting both of them.
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