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His Sweet Treat
By Elisa Leigh
© Elisa Leigh 2017.
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This book is intended for adults only. Contains sexual content and language that may offend some. The suggested reading audience is 18 years or older. I consider this book as Adult Erotic Romance.
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His Sweet Treat
Emersen
I didn't know what I was getting myself into walking into Spanky's dressed like this. If he keeps staring at me like I'm something to devour, I just might let him.
Ryker
I haven't wanted a woman in years. The moment she looks at me I'm done for. She doesn't know what's about to happen, but I'm about to own her. She's going to be mine. She will be the sweetest treat I've ever tasted.
Table of Contents
Dedication
This book is dedicated to all those needing an escape from reality for an hour or two.
“I’m a cowboy on a Harley Emersen. Don’t regret the choice you made when you chose me. Our lives were meant to entwine. This thing we share is by the grace of God. I’m not arguing with something that was always planned and I’m not going to pussyfoot around when I know what is inevitable. You’re fucking mine. Don’t doubt us Emersen, because all you’ll succeed in doing is pissing me off. There is no slowing us down or taking a break.” – Ryker’s thoughts
One
Emersen
Y ou got this Emersen. Walk in there, find Chelsea, and everything will be okay. I hope. The truth is, things haven’t been okay between Chelsea and me for a while now. In college, we had been complete opposites, but I thought we balanced each other well. Her outgoing personality and my quiet one worked when we roomed together.
We graduated about six months ago, and we haven’t seen each other much. We stopped talking and hanging out altogether about a month after graduation. Chelsea surprised me when she called me last week and invited me to a costume party on Halloween at a bar she is working at.
I almost didn't come, but my interest won out. Where has she been? My hand hovers over the handle to the vibrating door. I’m about to walk away when the man at the door interrupts my inner battle.
“You going in, or what?” The man is well over six feet and built to cause damage. He’s got a black leather vest on with Steel Daggers on one side and Sergeant At Arms on the other. Judging by the look he’s giving me, I doubt the man is wearing a costume.
I look down at my costume that I had so much fun picking out and smile. I remember when I was a little girl and my momma would take me trick or treating. We used to have so much fun for those few uninterrupted hours. I loved getting to play dress up with momma and spending time with her. Stew didn’t like going trick or treating with us. So, one day a year we could be together not worrying about my stepfather.
“Look, babe, it’s in or out. If you aren’t coming in, you need to leave.”
“Do you know Chelsea?”
He quirks an eyebrow at me but stays silent. There's something there, recognition maybe?
“Right. Okay, going in then.”
He opens the door for me, and as soon as I walk in, I immediately know this is a mistake. The people closest to the door stop talking and stare. Yep. I’d stare too if I were them. I look around the entire bar and see that no one is wearing a costume. In fact, most of the men I see are wearing leather vests like the guy outside. Am I in a biker bar? Chels didn’t say anything about it being a biker bar.
Not seeing Chelsea, I decide I can’t do this and turn around to leave without making a bigger ass of myself. Before I get to the door, I hear someone call my name. I look back and see her waving me over to where a group of women standing and staring. I really don’t want to go over there, but I do, for Chelsea.
I feel the eyes of everyone I pass and my skin begins to crawl at the awareness of being watched. I know they’re laughing at me. I hear their sarcastic comments about what I look like. Every step I take, I regret my choice to walk in here.
“Emersen. I can’t believe you came!” Chelsea yells over the music and hugs me quick.
“Hey, Chels.”
She releases me and stumbles backward, but rights herself by grabbing onto my arm.
“Girls, this is my friend Emersen I told you about.”
They nod. Not ‘Hey, I’m so and so, nice to meet you.’ It’s basically a fuck off, in the form of a chin lift. Yep, my night is rocking. Not! I can’t believe she invited me to this and let me think it was a costume party when it apparently isn’t!
“Uh, Chels. Why am I the only person in here wearing a costume?”
She just laughs and shrugs. The girl is wasted. She can’t stand still, and her eyes are glazed over. Great, she’s going to be no help.
“Come on, let’s go get you some water,” I tell her, grabbing her hand, trying to pull her over to the bar.
“No, I love this song!” She screams and runs out into the crowd of people dancing.
“So, no costumes?” I ask the women standing near me. They eye me over but go back to their own conversations.
“Alrighty then.” Used to being ignored, I let the sting of their rebuff roll off my back. I need a drink if I’m going to stay for this, which I feel obligated to do now that my once best friend is here, out of her mind.
I push through the groups of people and eventually make it to the bar. The men sitting there staring at me, but quickly go back to their conversations.
“What can I get you doll?” The man behind the bar asks. He’s tall and is wearing a leather vest like everyone sitting here at the bar. He's younger than some of the guys in here but older than me. He’s in his late twenties maybe. He's got a kind face but looks like he's seen too much to be free from the pain of regret.
“A shot of whiskey.”
“You got it.” He says, pouring it quickly and handing it over.
I grab it and shoot it quickly. Not used to the taste or the burn of it going down my throat, I shiver. I set the shot glass down on the bar, and the bartender laughs and asks if I want another. I hold up a finger, and he pours me one more, sliding it over to me.
“Thank you.”
Still smiling, he nods and watches me take my second shot. This time the cool liquid goes down easier.
I’m wearing a black tutu with a black corset laced with ribbon down the back. The cherry on the top of my embarrassing sundae is the black wings attached to the corset. I wanted to be a dark fairy, but now I’m left feeling like an idiot.
Two
Ryker
I lean back in my chair, stretch my arms above my head and yawn. I hate doing payroll. It’s been a long fucking day. Between being on the job site, then coming in for church, I can’t believe I let the guys talk me into throwing a party tonight. It’s the middle of the week, and we’ve all got to be up with the sun tomorrow to get started renovating Mrs. Thomas’ house.
My phone buzzes on my desk, and I see I’ve got a text from my VP Prince.
Prince: Get out here. You’ve got to see this.
I know as soon as I walk out into the bar, some chick will be all over me wanting a quick fuck. Too bad for them, I haven’t been about that life in a couple of years. I know it comes with the territory of being president of an MC, but I’m getting too old for this shit. At thirty-eight, I’m not getting any younger, but I’ve still got some life to live. I’ve had my share of the partying and cheap thrills, but at this point in my life, I’ve had enough. I’ll leave it to the younger guys in the club.
When a woman I had been sleeping with casually, told me she might be pregnant with my kid, I knew things had to change. At first, I wasn’t sure it could even be mine because I always wore a rubber. She reminded me, like the dumb fuck I was, condoms aren’t one hundred percent. Turned out she wasn’t pregnant. While I’d love my kid and raise it right, I didn’t want to spend the next twenty years tied to that woman or any woman I’ve yet to meet.
It freaked me the hell out for a bit, and I wouldn’t go near a woman. My brothers thought it was hilarious, but I didn’t give a fuck. After months of keeping away from anything with a slit between her legs, my dick wouldn’t even get hard for a woman throwing herself at me. I still found women attractive, but I decided the next woman I fucked would be the last.
Rising from my chair, I leave my office and head out to see what Prince texted me for. The man has been by my side since middle school and is my best friend, but he is the worst about trying to get me laid. The louder the music gets, the more I want to get on my bike and go home to my quiet house.
It was an honor to take over as President a few years ago. These men have been a part of the most significant part of my adult life, and I couldn’t just let the title of president go to anyone. They needed a leader that knew what being a part of this club really meant. The club needed a leader that would keep them in line and keep us thriving.
Walking into the main room of Spanky’s, I scan the place to find a lot of my men surrounding the bar. What the hell? Usually, Jester and Rash would be tag teaming a woman in a corner, but nope, they along with about six others are huddled in front of where Camden is stationed at the bar. I catch Prince’s eye, who is standing to the side of the others. He tilts his head in the direction of where the guys are gathered.
Most people here know who I am, so when I start walking to the bar, people get out of my way. I’m not into illegal shit, but you don’t want to fuck with me. I didn’t get to the top because I wanted it the most, which I did. You try fucking with me, I will fuck your whole world up.
Occasionally, someone will get it in their head that their dick is bigger than mine and wants a measuring contest. Too bad my version of winning put the last asshole in the hospital for a week. That’s what you get for setting a fire at one of my job sites.
The closer I get to the bar my men start eyeing me but go back to what has their attention. They know I’m not interested in a woman, but I do want to see what has them falling all over themselves. The moment her wings come into sight I stop, dumbfounded.
“What the fuck is a fairy doing in my fucking bar?” I shout, pissed they didn’t listen. I told them no costumes. They didn’t want to wear any, but they wanted to see all the ladies slutting themselves up more than they usually do. I guess they needed something new to get their jollies off. I told them no, and I even told Rock at the door to turn anyone wearing a costume away. Costumes are fucking stupid.
My men draw themselves upright, and I see what the fuss was about. This woman may be wearing fairy wings, but she’s anything but a harpy creature. She meets my eyes dead on, and I’m done for.
“Ah hell,” I breathe out. In front of me stands the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. She’s about a foot shorter than my 6’3”. She is by far, vastly different than any woman in here tonight. With a full chest filling that sinful black top and thick thighs leading up to my promised land the truth is I’ve found her. Her outfit is ridiculous, but she’s killing me in it.
“Are you the one in charge of these assholes?” She growls at me.
The beautiful pixie has no idea who I am, but I guess she picked up on how the others responded to my presence. I nod, unable to come up with something to say.
“Can you call the dogs off then? While they haven’t crossed the line, I’m tired of them pushing on it. I know y’all aren’t interested in anything but a fuck and chuck, but I’m not interested. I might be dressed like I am, but it’s Halloween and I wanted to dress up.” She ends in an adorable whine.
“Fuck and chuck?” I say, laughing.
She rolls her eyes at me. “You know what I mean.”
I look at my guys, then tilt my head to the side, letting them know they need to leave. Now. All of them fade into the crowd, but one. “Camden. Do you need something?” He looks down at my sweet pixie and shakes his head. Pretty sure I just took what he thought would be his girl for the night. Too bad. I’m taking her, claiming her, then breeding her.
I take the steps needed to get close to my woman and see her sway in her too high heels. I pick her up by the hips and set her down on a stool in front of me.
“Take it easy fairy.”
When I think she’s going to complain about me touching her, she surprises me with a thank you.
“I’m Ryker,” I tell her while swiping a piece of hair behind her ear.
“That’s nice.” The way she says it makes me laugh. She's not a bitch, this is just her. She giggles and the sound has my dick getting hard. She grabs my hand that’s resting on her neck. At first, I’m sure she’s going to pull it away but shocks me when she places her much smaller hand on mine.
She’s drawing me into her, and my body and soul need to get closer. I can’t take my eyes off her while she’s busy staring me down. I step closer, into her space, and she looks up from my chest to my face, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth. Tracing her jaw with my thumb, I almost get lost in her brown eyes and cherry red mouth.
“Tell me your name sweetness.”
“Emersen.”
Her name is every bit as different and perfect as she is. I don’t know much about her, but I know she’s mine, and that’s all that matters.
“Dance with me?” I ask, holding my hand out to her.
Indecision crosses her face, but she decides to take a chance and places her hand in mine. I lead her to the makeshift dance floor and pull her in close, swaying to “Lifer” by Florida Georgia Line.
“I feel like I need to tell you something.”
“What?”
“God, I don’t know. Aren’t you supposed to talk to the man who asked you to dance? Like, get to know him or something?”
“Two questions. One, how has no one has ever asked you to dance?” She shrugs her shoulders, looking embarrassed, but looks at me as if I hold all the answers. “That’s quite a shame my fairy.”
She gives me a sad smile. “Yeah, I guess. For a first dance though, you’re totally living up to the hype.”
She is so fucking adorable I can’t stand it. I kiss the top of her head, needing to put my lips on her somewhere. As soon as my lips touch her, she melts into me. I’m sure she can feel my hard length against her if she didn’t before. She doesn’t pull away like I fear, but snuggles in deeper. With her every action she sucks me in. We continue to sway to another song when she slows down.
“What’s your second question?” She murmurs into my chest.
I lift her chin.
“Try again,” I say sternly. I need Emersen to be comfortable asking me things, not hiding from my reaction. Her full cheeks turn pink, and I wonder what other places I can turn pink tonight.
“What was your second question?” She says again, looking me in the eyes.
“Better. You look at me when asking me a question. Don’t ever look at the floor like you don’t deserve the world at your feet. As for my question, you asked if you were supposed to get to know the person you’re dancing with. So, do you want to get to know me Emersen? Because I sure as hell want to know every single part of you.”
Her eyes shine with yearning, and I swear I see our pieces falling together.
“Ryker. I want to know it all.”
For the next hour, I get to know my girl on the dance floor. We spin and move as one, telling each other meaningless details like our favorites and dislikes. My fairy loves deep purple and indie rock. She has been a nurse at Meadville Medical Center since she graduated and loves it.
I pull her off the dance floor back to the bar. I order us each a beer, and we talk for a while longer when something catches her eye. I follow her line of sight to see her watching Chelsea like a hawk. I wonder if my newest hire did anything to my girl. I doubt it. Chelsea is a wild child, but she’s sweet and wouldn’t harm a fly. Can’t say the same about the bitches she’s trying to impress right now though.
I tug a piece of her hair, getting her attention.
“You okay baby?” Her eyes light up and I know I’m getting to her.
“I am. Didn’t think I’d spend my night with the hottest guy in here, but I can’t say I’m disappointed.”
“You sure you wouldn’t prefer someone a little younger?” I ask, my fears getting the best of me. I knew she was younger than me, but when she told me she just graduated, I put two and two together and realize I’m almost fifteen years older.
She laughs at me. “Do you want me to be spending my time with someone else?”
“Fuck no! No one else gets to touch you but me. I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her, grasping her curvy hip in my other hand I pull her closer.
She nods, knowing it’s happening. I step between her luscious thighs and pull her that much closer to me. Her bottom lip slips out of her mouth, wet and plump. While I want to take this slow, make this perfect for her, she’s making it hard for me. I slam my mouth on hers, and she moans, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me closer. When her mouth opens, and her tongue peeks out, licking the seam of my lips, I lose any control I was holding.
I tangle my hand in her hair and pull, controlling the kiss and owning her. She mewls, and I know she’s into it every bit as I am. We’re all tongues and hands and touch. She’s just become the single most important person in my life. They say love doesn’t happen this fast, that it takes months, even years to know and be sure. I know with every piece of me that she’s the woman I’ll be spending the rest of my days with.
Three
Emersen
I pull away and stare at the man trying to consume my soul, and doing an excellent job of it. Slowly, I unwrap myself from around him and place my hands on my lap, looking anywhere but at him. I am not this girl. I’ve kissed a few guys, but I sure as hell didn’t do it in a room full of people, and it has never been as hot as that had just been.
Ryker lifts my chin so I’m looking back at him. “Hey. Don’t do that. Don’t pull away from what we just shared.”
“You don’t have to do that. Don’t use those cheap lines on me. I’m not sleeping with you, Ryker. You might as well go find someone else to take home tonight because it isn’t going to be me.”
Immediately his handsome face contorts in anger, and then he’s got me in a fireman’s hold carrying me only God knows where. What the hell? I have no idea where he’s taking us, and if I’m really honest, I’m more worried he’s going to hurt himself carrying me. I’m not some waif of a girl. I’ve got some meat on my bones and plenty of curves.
“Hey! What are you doing?” I scream. I start hitting him and realize I’m slapping his ass. His very fine, very muscular ass. I start giggling. The man has got a fantastic ass. I go from spanking him to grabbing it and massaging it. He stops in the middle of the room and turns back towards the bar.
“How many?” He asks the cute guy behind the bar. He quickly holds up four fingers.
“Of what?” Ryker growls.
The guy behind the back of the bar rubs the back of his neck and looks at Ryker nervously. Chris or Chad or something, I don’t know I can’t think straight says “Whiskey doubles.”
“Fuck.” Ryker sets me down on my feet but keeps ahold of me, so I don’t fall. “Come on sweetheart.” He pulls me against his side, and I slide my arm around his waist, holding on tight, trying to keep up with his long stride. Mmm, he’s warm and solid.
We leave the main bar area and walk into a dark hallway with a few doors. We walk to the last one on the left, and he pulls me in and sits us on a leather couch.
“What was that in there? Did I make you feel like all I wanted from you was your pussy?”
I think over the last couple of hours, and he’s been nothing but respectful and kind. I’ve fucked up. I let my fears rule my tongue, and I pushed him away. “I’m sorry Ryker, it’s just, that kiss and your hands. And you really know how to draw out the feels ya’ know. I was scared it wasn’t real.”
He says nothing and goes to the desk and starts to straighten it up. I stand up from the couch but sway a little. Damn, these whiskeys are catching up with me. I never could hold my liquor. That last beer must have done me in. I hold the arm of the couch, but am unable to stand straight.
“Sit down Emersen before you hurt yourself. I’ll be just a minute.”
“Look, I’m going to go home, Ryker. Thanks for, umm before, I think. I need to get home, though. So, nice to meet you and all.”
“Babe, sit down. I’m taking you home. Give me five minutes to shut down.”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that. I can make it home. I’ll just catch an Uber.”
“No, the fuck you won’t. Sit your sweet ass down. Five minutes, and we’ll be out of here.”
Asshole. How dare Ryker speak to me that way. Except he called me babe and said, I had a sweet ass. I swear if any other person talked to me that way I’d be out the door. There’s something about him, though. There’s this need inside me, pulling me to him. For the first time in my life, I’ve felt something more than a slight attraction. I sit back down on the couch. The freaking comfortable couch. I take my wings off and curl up, watching him and waiting for him to finish.
Ryker
In the couple of minutes, it took me to shut things down and put the essentials away, Emersen has fallen aspleep on the couch. Guess we aren’t riding the bike home. While I mourn the loss of not having her wrapped around me, her safety will always come first. I text Prince to bring me the keys to his truck. It’s a good thing his bike was in the shop, or I’d have to wait for someone to bring me my truck.
Watching my woman sleep has me thinking about who’s at home waiting for her. After that kiss, there’s no way she’s in a serious relationship. If someone is sniffing around her, I’ll be shutting it down quick.
Prince walks in and sees my girl asleep, and his eyebrows draw together. “What are you doing here Ryk? I know I told you that you needed to get laid, but I’m sure you could find someone that’s, I don’t know, awake.” He jokes.
“Shut the fuck up and give me the keys.”
He laughs and tosses me his keys. I throw mine at his head, but he catches them before they hit.
“Really though. You good?”
“I’m great. We’re great.” I say to him while staring at Emersen.
“Is she legal?”
“What do you think?”
He smirks and nods back. “Just checking. Let’s get you and your girl home.”
I walk to the couch and pick Emersen up, hoping not to wake her. I take her out the back and Vince helps me out by opening her door, so I can get her in and buckled up. He tells me to call him in the morning. I flip him off.
I hope I’ll be too busy to call in the morning, I might be calling tomorrow night. He’s going to have to take the reins tomorrow. While he usually screws around and acts like he gives zero shits about anything, I know he can man up when necessary.
I drive in the opposite direction of her apartment. I told her I’d take her home, and that’s precisely what I do.
Four
Emersen
W hy is it so hot? Hold up. Whose bed am I in and why is he holding me like he has every right to? I’ve never been in a guy’s bed before, never even been on a bed with a guy. Let me be very clear, my lady flower hasn’t been touched by any bees, not even a quick fly by. I’m a freaking virgin, and I’m in bed with a man, a big man judging by the pole that is digging into my ass. Remembering last night, the only person who I could be with would be Ryker, but he said he was taking me home. I wiggle around and try to scoot away, but he pulls me back even closer than before.
“Emersen, I need you to stop moving your fantastic ass against me,” he rasps in my ear. He rubs his nose against the back of my neck, and I swear to Jesus, he just smelled me. The throbbing between my legs is almost painful.
“Ryker?”
“Yeah, honey. I’m the only man who’d be wrapped around you. There’s no other mother fucker going to be touching you again.”
“Ever. You’re the first one to be this close to me.” I whisper.
He slips his hand under the t-shirt I’m wearing and snakes his hand up my stomach and grabs my boob. He pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around.
“I haven’t been with a woman in years. Do you hear me Emersen? It’s been years. I have you here in my bed rubbing me down, and all I can think about is slipping between your sweet thighs and thrusting home.”
“Shit baby you have to stop moving or I’m going to paint your back with my cum.”
He rubs my stomach, and the more I rub my ass against him the lower his hand moves.
He slips his hand under the top of my panties, finding my clit and rubbing gentle circles before moving lower and inserting two fingers into my core. “Eeeemmm. Fuck baby your pussy is so wet.”
“Yeahhh,” I stutter out.
He chuckles darkly and starts pumping his thick fingers into me while rubbing my clit with his thumb. I’ve never been touched this way, never wanted anyone to do this to me. Having Ryker owning every single one of my firsts is entirely right.
“Ryker,” I whine not knowing what I need or want, just knowing I need more, and I need it now.
“I know sweetness. Just ride it with me. I’ll get you there.”
I fall apart around his hand, my body shuttering against his front. A second later he’s flipping me over on my back, and his mouth is on mine. He owns me with this kiss, but then he pulls away. Before I can protest he’s pulling his shirt off me and then his tongue is twirling around my pert nipple. He licks and sucks, and bites, before moving to the next one and giving it the same amount of love. Holding onto his shoulders, I take everything this man is giving me.
Shoving my hand under his boxer briefs, I feel the evidence of his release. He is still hard and throbbing when I wrap my fingers around his big dick. I pump him slowly, learning how he likes it. When he starts thrusting in tandem with my hand. I’m proud I’m able to give him the same pleasure he’s giving me.
He kisses up my chest to my neck. He’s sucking and licking and kissing. I didn’t know a mouth could make you feel this good because he’s doing it and I’m falling all in.
“Do you want this Emersen? Are you ready for me to take your sweet cherry?” His voice is all husky, and he’s pumping lazily into my hand.
He’s hovering above me, one of his hands is next to my head, the other caressing my cheek. “Sweetheart, I can wait if you want to. We take this as far as you want. I’m here, I’ll be here tomorrow, and every day after that. Don’t think this is all I want from you. This is only the start for us. You hear me Em?”
I nod. Ryker’s eyes bore into mine like he’s looking for answers I’m not giving him. He backs away, but my legs wrap around his hips, not wanting him to leave.
“No,” I say like a petulant child.
He unwraps my legs, and I swear to all that is holy I almost start bawling. Before the tears in my eyes fall, he’s dragging my panties down my thighs and throwing them somewhere. He looks at me, and we share a thousand words in mere seconds.
He gets off the bed, and I watch him shove his briefs down his legs. Then he’s back, crawling back to me.
“Let me see it.” He rasps.
“What?” I breathe. Whatever he wants to see I’ll show him. I’ll give him everything.
“The part of you that’s going to bring me to my knees every damn day for the rest of my life.”
I spread my thighs as wide as I can, but he shoves them further apart. I’m my most vulnerable and at ease as I’ve ever felt in my life. My heart is beating rapidly, and I can’t catch my breath, and I want it all. The adrenaline pulsing through my veins has my senses heightened. Every touch, sound, taste is magnified. I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
“Your kisses were sweet. How about this pussy? Is it going to be as sweet as candy? Are you going to be my sweet treat?”
Before I can come up with an answer to that, he shoves his face into my needy, dripping pussy. Using his thumbs, he spreads me open and licks from my asshole up to my clit. He loves my pussy so good bringing me to the edge twice before finally letting me come.
When the shocks are minor tremors, he shifts, so his dick is laying between my lips. He puts his arm under my back, holding the top of my shoulder. With his other hand, he rubs his thumb across my lips.
“We do this and you’re mine Emersen. I’m bringing you in and making you a part of every piece of my world. I’m the president of an MC, and it’s a big part of my life. I won’t give you up, but I’ll slow us down ‘til you are ready to accept every part of me.”
“If giving myself to you is what it takes, I’m yours. Take me, Ryker, make me yours completely.”
“I meant it when I said it’s been years for me Em. I decided a long time ago that the next person I fucked would be the last person. I’m almost forty, and I’ve never felt for anyone the way I feel for you. I’ve known you less than a day, but the depth of my feelings for you are far beyond what I’ve ever known. I choose you Emersen.”
“I choose you too Ryker. I don’t have the words to express how I feel for you, and it sounds lame to say ‘me too,' but I’m right there with you, I feel it too.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“The pill? No, there was never a reason to be.”
“I don’t have a condom. We do this, I’m putting my baby in you. You good with that?”
“Mmm, yes.”
He kisses my temple and positions himself at my entrance.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers before shoving into the hilt.
It’s not the pain I was expecting, but the burn from the fullness is far from comfortable. He doesn’t move, except for the kisses he’s placing all over my face.
I begin to squirm and move under him, which isn’t much since he’s pinned me down with his body. I shove my fingers through his hair and pull so he’s looking at me.
“I need you to move. I need you to make love to me and make me feel everything your words did to my heart.”
Five
Ryker
E very time I slide inside her pussy my eyes roll to the back of my head in sheer bliss. Being inside Emersen is better than I could have imagined.
“Ryker, it’s too much.”
“I know beautiful. It’s never like this. It’s you. You are making this everything.”
A gush of liquid heat hits my balls, telling me all I need to know. My words are getting her wetter. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and bite down, pounding into her core, imprinting her body with mine.
Holding the nape of her neck and her shoulder, I clutch her to me, bringing us as close as can possibly be. I can’t get close enough to this woman. I want her very essence saturated into my skin, marking me for the rest of my days. Everyone that gets close will know that I belong to her, and she belongs to me. The animalistic urges forcing me to mark her any way that I can are foreign to me, but if marking her keeps her tied to me for eternity, I’m going with it.
“Tell me you are mine. Tell me that there will never be another for you. Fucking tell me I have you for the rest of my life Emersen.”
She holds my face in her hands and connects her brown orbs with mine. “I’m yours, Ryker. You’ll have me for the rest of our days. There will never be another.”
Her pussy pulses around my dick and I can’t hold back any longer. I strum her clit with my thumb until I feel her orgasm overtake her and I pour every ounce of cum into her waiting pussy. When I pull out I see the proof of her innocence tinting my cock red. Pure satisfaction fills me knowing I will be the only man to ever touch her.
∞∞∞
“Why were you in my bar last night?” I ask her. She’s laying on my chest running her hand through my chest hair. We’ve been laying like this since she gave herself to me hours ago, cuddling and talking. I can’t stop playing with her soft hair, letting it fall through my fingers.
“Chelsea invited me. She told me it was a costume party. I can’t believe I was the only one who dressed up. I think she did it on purpose.”
“That’s partly my fault baby. They wanted it to be a costume party, but I told them no.”
“Figures,” she replies, scowling at me.
“How do you know Chelsea?”
“We were best friends and roommates in college. When we graduated, she moved out and kind of went off the rails a bit. I tried talking to her, but she stopped answering my calls. Anyway, she called me last week and invited me to this party. It was the first time that she’d talked to me in months. I almost didn’t come. Bars and parties aren’t really my scene. I miss her though, want to know she’s okay. She forgot to mention the ‘no costume’ thing to me. When I came last night, she was wasted and had no idea what was going on.
“You and Chelsea need to talk. I don’t know the whole story, but that girl is going through some things that I imagine are hard for her to talk about.”
“Is that why she’s working for you? Something happened, and you helped her?” I nod.
“When we found her, she was walking down the side of the interstate barefoot. Her body was covered in bruises, and the clothes on her body were torn. She refused to go to the cops and Rock wouldn’t let her leave his side. What she could really use is a friend right now baby.”
“What? When did this happen?”
“Had to have been about two months ago. She’s been staying in a room at the bar and is waiting tables there at night. She’s doing a lot better than when we first met her.”
“I need to see her. Talk to her. Why didn’t she call me and tell me?”
“Hold up sweetness. We need to talk about a few things before you go banging down the doors at Spanky’s.”
“What does that mean for you and me. You said last night that I had to accept that part of you, but what does it mean?”
“It means that I’ve claimed you, you’re my property, and you’ll wear my patch. You’re my old lady now, and I’m your old man. My club will protect you and will put your safety before their own.”
“That’s not too bad.”
“There’s more. When I give an order, you don’t disagree with me in front of the guys, you do as I say.”
“Yeah, fucking right. That shit isn’t happening.”
“Let me finish babe. I will never give you an order that isn’t in your best interest. Everything I say and do is because of my devotion to you. If you have a problem, then talk to me about it in private. You don’t have to agree with everything I say, but in front of the club we have to stand as a united front.”
“That’s a lot to put on me less than a day after meeting Ryker.”
“I wouldn’t have chosen you if I didn’t think you could handle it.”
“Is Chelsea an old lady?”
“She’s been claimed.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, Ryker.”
“She’s been claimed by the club, we all protect her. She’s Rock’s though when they work through it that is.”
“Does she know any of this?”
“She knows that the MC looks out for her and is protecting her from the dangers she’s running from.”
Six
Emersen
C helsea looks more lost than I’ve ever seen her. I didn’t notice the other night, but she’s lost a good twenty pounds since graduation. I walked into Spanky’s fifteen minutes ago and knocked on her door. Rock was there keeping guard down the hall but hasn’t left her since.
“Earth to Chelsea.” I wave my hand in front of her face, trying desperately to get to the shell of the woman who used to be a constant presence in my life. We’re sitting in a booth in the main room of Spanky’s. It’s Sunday afternoon. No one is here except for a few of the Steel Daggers floating around shooting the shit.
“You doing okay hun?” I ask. She shrugs her shoulders, but I’m not letting her get away with not telling me anything. She needs to give me something. She’s not living here, but merely surviving. If she wants a shot at a good life, she’s going to have to heal and move on from what she’s endured. Judging by her current state, she’s survived a lot since we last talked. I eye her and wait until she gives me more.
“Fuck Emersen, I don’t know. Shit’s so messed up. I know you deserve something from me. I pushed you away when you are the one person I should have been running to. Then the Steel Daggers came along. I can’t believe they’ve been so nice to me. At first, I thought they might expect payment from me, but they took me in, no questions asked. They gave me a home and a job when I had nothing.”
She had me.
“I’m sure part of that has to do with tall, dark, and scary keeping watch over there. What’s his story?” She looks over my shoulder and smiles briefly at the man who’s been standing not ten feet from her since I walked in.
“You going to tell me what happened to you?”
Chelsea shakes her head back and forth, and tears fill her eyes. “I can’t Em. Please don’t ask me.”
I rub her back “Okay, okay. Shhh, you don’t have to tell me.”
“I’ll tell you. I promise. Just give me some time, okay?” She begs, one teardrop falling down her cheek.
I wipe her tear and put my forehead against hers.
“You know you could have called, right? I would have been there. You could have stayed with me.”
“No, I really couldn’t have. I know you don’t understand, but I couldn’t do that to you. I won’t let him take anything else. You’re too important to me. I love you, Emmy.”
I hug her tight. “I love you too, Chels.”
Pulling away from me she wipes her eyes and laughs. “You have to tell me what is going on with you and Pres.”
“Pres?” My eyebrows knit together as I look at her wondering who… “Oh, you mean Ryker?”
She laughs, and it’s so good to hear. “Uh, yeah. I mean Ryker. God that’s weird. No one calls him that you know.”
“Yeah, that’s what he tells me. I didn’t even know motorcycle clubs were a thing. Like, you know, I’ve heard of one-percenters, but I guess I didn’t realize how many clubs there were out there in the real world.”
“The guys are great. They aren’t saints, but at least they are committed to a way of life, even if it’s different than what we’re used to. Did he really make you his old lady?”
I nod slowly, not sure what it means to be his. “What does it mean to be his old lady? All he said was that I was his and I had to listen to what he said.”
“From what I’ve heard it’s like being married in the biker world. You’ll get a cut with his patch on it saying you’re his property. You know… never mind.”
“No. Tell me, Chelsea.”
“It’s not too late to back out, Em. You could say you made a mistake, hell maybe he did. You met him last night. Is this the kind of decision you want to make hours after meeting the man?”
I stare at my friend with tears burning my eyes threatening to fall. I know it was quick, but how dare she “I’m not a mistake!” I shout, pointing at my chest. I get out of the booth needing to stand, to shake out some of the awful coursing through me.
“Wait, that’s not what I meant Emersen.” She gets out of the booth, coming to stand in front of me.
“This life just isn’t you. You never go out, never party. What do you think you’ll be doing at night? They are here a few nights a week, are you going to be here with him? What about the women? Are you going to be okay with the chicks that hang around trying to get his attention?”
I swipe at the tears spilling down my cheeks. Damn my angry tears! “So, I’m not good enough right? I’m just the nerd who likes to sit at home, how could I ever land a man like Ryker, right?”
She looks worried and bites her bottom lip. “You gave it to him, didn’t you?”
I may be shorter, but I go toe to toe with her. “That’s none of your business! It could have been months ago, you wouldn’t know, would you?”
“He’s going to hurt you. Maybe not intentionally, but this life is too hard for someone as sweet as you. You’re soft, and they will gnaw on you ‘til there’s nothing left,” Chelsea says with an edge to her voice that makes me think she’s speaking from experience and not from anger.
I grab my bag and turn towards Ryker’s office, where he told me to meet him when I was finished. I can’t help but notice all the eyes on me as I walk to the office. I don’t miss the smiles from the skimpily dressed women playing pool with some of the guys. Instead of going to his office I take a right and go to the bathroom, needing a moment to myself.
I stare at myself in the mirror questioning every good feeling I had this morning in bed with Ryker. It may be fast, but I know I could fall in love with that man. He’s everything I never knew I needed in my life. He brings to life a part of me that is hidden most of the time. Why can’t I be that person? She doesn’t have to hide anymore.
Truth is I like parties, I just never felt comfortable being at them, worried people were judging me. I had a blast last night hanging out with Ryker. Chelsea’s right, this life isn’t for the Emersen she once knew, but I’m not that same person anymore. After last night, I feel like the best version of myself, and I’ve got one person to thank for that.
I take one last look at myself in my skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. It’s nothing fancy, but I feel good. My dark hair is down for once. I push the long locks behind my ears, feeling feminine and beautiful for the first time ever. I leave the bathroom with the sole purpose of getting to Ryker.
Seven
Ryker
“ Who let you back here?” I ask the skanky twat getting closer to my desk.
She doesn’t answer, just keeps walking like she has every right to be in my office.
"Get out of my office. I have an old lady now. Even if I didn't, I wouldn't want any part of what you're offering."
Reaching me, she dares to touch me. "Come on baby. I saw the little girl who came in with you today. There's no way she can satisfy a man like you. Let me make you feel good. I guarantee I can be a better old lady than she ever will be."
Before she has a chance to put her hand in a place that isn't her's to touch, my sweet fairy is there yanking her back. "He told you to leave. This little girl satisfied her old man very well. Four times in fact."
"Yeah right. Look at you, you couldn't please Pres."
"Did you need a visual?" My baby drops to her knees and starts attacking my belt with the skank still in the room looking like she just won the lottery. I grab Em's hands and stop her.
"Get the fuck out of my office and the hell out of my bar. You ever come back here, and I'll make you wish you hadn't."
She pouts but walks out, slamming the door and causing a couple frames to drop from the wall.
"Open that pretty mouth and show me how bad you want the taste of my dick in our mouth."
The vixen that was hidden deep within plays peekaboo and she sits there with her mouth open, licking her lips.
"Take me out of my pants," I growl. I wait as she gently grabs my aching dick and pulls it out of my boxer briefs. I grasp her hand that is slowly, but steadily, jerking me off.
“Look at me, Emerson.” She does so immediately, and I feel my dick get harder. My balls tighten, ready to explode with the next touch.
“You can play, but when I say stop. You stand your sweet ass up and lean over my desk. Tell me you understand.”
She jerks my dick two more times, and I growl. She giggles and gives me a half-hearted “I understand, sir.”
She licks me from my root to my tip before putting the head in her mouth and licking it like a lollipop.
“More” I grit out. Like the good girl she is, she works her mouth over my shaft until her nose is hitting my pubic bone and I’m seconds away from wasting my cum inside her hot mouth. I pull out quickly, not willing to waste it.
“Get up. Jeans to your ankles, and lay over the desk.” She sits back on her knees watching me lose my shit. I rub the mess I made on her mouth into her bottom lip with my thumb, then caress my hand up her cheek and into her hair before I pull, getting her attention. “Emersen. Get up.”
Snapped out of her daze she quickly stands and gets her jeans pulled down and lays over my desk. I step behind her and rub my dick between her wet lips. When she shivers and moans, my dick spits out streams of precum, lubricating her already sopping pussy. I can’t fight the need to drop to my knees and drink up our combined juices.
I drag my tongue through her lips over and over until she’s somewhat cleaned up. Her cunt keeps weeping, hungry for my cock. I stick two fingers into her center and thrust a couple times, gathering her sweetness and rub it around her rosebud. She can’t take it and leans her ass into my fingers, needing more than I’m ready to give her.
“Not today baby. Right now, I’m taking your pussy. You okay with that?”
“Yessssss,” she moans, far gone and only thinking about her impending release.
Ready to give my woman what she needs I stand up behind her, lining my dick up at her entrance, and impale her. Thrusting in and out of her, I get lost in the feeling.
I fall over her back, resting one hand on the desk next to her while the other grabs her hip, pulling her into me. Getting close, I nip her ear.
“Fuck! Emersen, shit girl. You have no idea what your tight pussy is doing to me. Every time. Every single time it destroys me. You’ve ruined me, woman!”
“Me too! Ryker, please.”
“I know what you need. I’ll always know what you need. I’m the only man who will be able to give it to you. Do you hear me Emersen? I am the only one who can give this to you.”
Reaching around, I rub her clit the way that makes her tremble. She flies apart seconds later, and I follow behind her immediately.
Eight
Emersen
“ Stay here baby, I’ll be right back.” He says after kissing me on the back of my head. As soon as he slides out of me, the warm trickle of our combined release drips down between my thighs. He comes back after a few seconds and cleans me up with a warm washcloth.
He taps my thigh, “Spread your legs babe.” He cleans between my lips, and I wince at the rawness that’s left behind from our wild fucking.
“Damn, I’m sorry baby.” He croons.
I hiss at the feel of the warm rag on my tender flesh. “It was worth it, trust me.”
He blows on my lips and kisses me there tenderly before pulling my pants up my legs and buttoning my pants for me.
“Let’s get going, babe. I want to drop your car off by your place before we go back to the house.”
“I have my car here Ryker, you don’t have to drive me home. I never said I was going back to your place, we didn’t even talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. You’re my woman. That means you sleep with me every night. Whether it’s at your place or mine, you’ll be next to me when you close your eyes tonight Emersen.”
“I have work in the morning. I can’t stay up all night having monkey sex with you. Don’t you have things you need to do before work tomorrow?”
“Why, don’t you want to sleep next to me? You did it last night and snuggled your perfect ass up to my dick, real close like.”
I smack him in the chest with the back of my hand. “I didn’t know what I was doing you ass. Spending the night is a big deal! We’ve known each other for a day Ryker. I need a minute to catch my breath on this marathon we’re running.”
“What time do you need to be at the hospital in the morning?
“My shift starts at seven,” I hedge, not knowing where he’s going with this.
“Perfect. I gotta be to the job site at 6:45. Let’s grab a few of your things, then you can follow me over. We’ll make dinner and chill. No pressure, no monkey sex. Besides what you might think little girl, I like my quiet time too. You will drive to work from my place in the morning.”
“You missed what I said, didn’t you?”
“Didn’t miss it beautiful, just remembered the parts that made sense.”
I rub my forehead trying to think of a reason why I shouldn’t do this, besides the obvious.
“Sure, why not. I’ll just meet you at your house, you don’t need to follow me over.”
“Yeah, that’s a negative. If you didn’t have your fucking car, you’d be on the back of my bike.”
I glare, but he just grins, like everything is right in his world.
“You ready?”
I answer with a one-shoulder shrug. He smiles wide and laces his fingers through mine. He pulls me through the bar towards the parking lot. We pass Chelsea on the way out, and she looks bummed. I don’t know whether to hug the girl or to be pissed. Either way, I can’t help but wonder if maybe Chelsea was right. I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.
When he puts me into my car and buckles me up, I’m even more confused. I spend the rest of the ride convincing myself that I can do this, that I can be the girl I saw in the mirror last night.
After getting my essentials and a couple days’ worth of clothes, I follow Ryker to his house. The closer we get to his cabin built in the woods, the more my erratic heart begins to slow. Once his home is in view the doubts that plagued me less than an hour ago are a mere whisper in the deep recesses of my mind. Safe in our bubble I feel free to be who I am without the judgment of others. Why do other people matter? Why do I worry so fucking much about what the world thinks about me? Because my momma raised me better than that. Plain and simple, I give a fuck .
My momma got sick when I was eight, and before my next birthday, she had gone to heaven. Stew never wanted me as a daughter. I was the baggage that came with the woman he loved. With a broken heart, nothing was tying him to me anymore. Less than two weeks later I was tossed out like the trash and put into the system. I bounced around from foster care to foster care and ended my minor years in a girl’s home.
It was a great place considering it was run by the state. They cared about how we turned out and what we were going to do with our lives. A woman I grew close to, Amy, encouraged me to apply for scholarships so I could get an education. I was surprised when I actually got a full ride with a little extra to help out. I still had to work the whole time I went to school, but having that support was a blessing I will never forget.
I park next to his bike staring straight ahead, not looking at him. I feel him staring at me. I know he’s there, watching and waiting for me to make my move. I need these few minutes. What am I deciding, what do I agree to? Why does it feel like I have to make a lifetime commitment to this man when I only just met him? Because we already know. In less than twenty-four hours, we know every vital part that matters. We don’t have the history, but I see his soul.
I want him and his dark presence and brooding stares. I want the age that comes with a man that has been around a lot longer than I have. I want the assurance that he knows what he wants and isn’t afraid of the hard that will eventually come. Life will get hard, it always does.
No more running , I hear my momma tell me in her pretty southern twang. Grab onto that man and don’t let go. He is your future. He’s going to need you when you face your darkest day.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I look over and see Ryker standing outside my door staring down at me with a furrowed brow. I unlock my door, and he pulls it open.
“What the hell just happened?” He asks as he unsnaps my seatbelt and pulls me out of the car checking me over.
“Huh?” I’m still dazed. Did my momma just talk to me? The woman’s been dead fourteen years. I must be exhausted from the past twenty-four hours. I’m so tired I imagine things that couldn’t be.
Ryker hugs me to his chest with one big hand on my head and the other rubbing my back. “Tell me you’re fucking okay Emersen. You freaked me the fuck out. One second you look like you need a minute to think and the next your slumping over in your seat and not moving. I was about to get a rock and break your window if you didn’t fucking wake up in the next goddamn minute. Shit Emersen. Has that ever happened to you before?”
“You say fuck a lot for an old man you know.” I giggle.
He pulls my hair. Not hard enough to hurt me, but to get my attention. I sober up and stare up into his scared eyes.
“Tell. Me. You’re. Okay.” He demands.
“I’m okay, Ryker. I’m okay.” I whisper.
“Thank fuck!” He breathes and scoops me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style into the house.
Nine
Ryker
“ Grandy keeps running his fucking mouth. He’s trashing the Steel Daggers and making us look like a bunch of pussies for not putting a stop to it.” Rash argues, pounding his fist on the table the officers of the Steel Daggers are gathered around. We’ve been sitting around the table going back and forth for the past hour trying to agree on how to handle Grandy. I put him in the hospital about six months ago for setting a fire at a major renovation job we had going on. He claimed he didn’t know who jumped him. We made sure to pay him a visit in the hospital to keep it that way.
“What do you want us to do Rash? You want to go off the guy?” Jester asks, wicked smile in place.
“Not like we haven’t done it before,” Prince adds dryly.
“No. We aren’t murderers. Self-defense is one thing. Fucking someone up and putting them out of commission for months, we can do. Talking about taking someone out because he’s starting shit is a road I’m not willing to go down. The Steel Daggers are no angels, but we aren’t crossing that line.” I say evenly, looking each officer in the eye. Vince is my VP, but his road name is Prince. Then there’s Rock our Sergeant At Arms, Jester and Rash are our Road Captains, Triton is our Treasurer and all around tech guru.
Tom Grandy has had a hard-on for us since Rock overheard him making a deal at one of the clubs he was working security for. We haven’t done anything with what we know, but knowledge is power. Guess Grandy didn’t want us having that kind of power over him. He’s been fucking with us ever since.
“Triton, keep eyes on Grandy and his associates. Keep me up to date on his whereabouts and any changes to his routine. Do not approach Grandy, unless he starts in on you first. Keep your piece ready. Spread the word to the brothers. I don’t want the new prospects in on this. Rich is good, but I can’t be sure of Bryan and Kent. I don’t want this turning into a fucking bloodbath. You all good with that?” I eye my brothers and one after another nod their agreeance.
“Good. Thanksgiving is next Thursday. Who’s coming out to the house? Em wants a headcount. Your current fuck piece isn’t invited, family only.”
They all give me a chin lift except for Jester. Rash notices and slaps him in the back of the head. “Stop fucking around Jes.”
“Knuckles, excuse me, Pres., said we couldn’t bring our fuck pieces. I don’t know about you, but if it’s a holiday, I’ll be sliding inside something hot and wet. I’m pardoned from holiday dinner.”
“Fuck you,” Rash says, giving Jester the finger. “Pres. we’ll be there.” I don’t miss the way Rash looks heatedly at Jester. I wonder if Jester knows that his best friend is in love with him. Probably not, because then he’d have to acknowledge his feelings for Rash.
“Got it. I’ll tell her to plan for everyone then.” I knock knuckles on the table twice, and everyone gets up and leaves, except for Prince.
“Why the hell isn’t your name on her back yet?”
“I’m ready, she isn’t. She thinks we’re moving too fast, while I think we’re moving too slow. It’s been three weeks Prince. If it were up to me, she’d have my last name and a baby in her belly already.” I smirk. “Might have already accomplished the latter. We’ll see in the next couple of weeks. I’m taking care of one right fucking now.”
He slaps me on the shoulder. “Damn brother. I never thought I’d see you want a woman again. I knew when I saw her, that if anyone could bring you back, it’d be her. I’m happy for you man.”
“Thank you.”
I follow him out to the bar and search out my heart. Where the hell is she?
“Emersen, where the fuck are you?” I yell above the noise and Camden immediately turns the music down. All my brothers are on alert and searching her out. There’s no way she would have slipped out the door without one of them noticing. Not to mention, Gage was supposed to be on her tonight, where is that fucker at? I’m going to tear this place apart ‘til I find my woman and rip the motherfucker apart who dared to do anything to my sweetheart.
Emersen
Oomph. What the fuck? I just came out of the bathroom when I was shoved into the wall of the dark hallway. Where the hell is Gage? I knew he had babysitting duty while the officers were in church. The man presses my head into the wall. He pushes his whole body against my much shorter one, efficiently leaving me unable to fight back. Hell if I’m giving up though. I jab my elbow back, but he anticipates my move and moves to the side. Goddamnit! Then I feel the blade at my neck.
“Listen bitch. You make a sound, and I slit your throat. You fight me, and I’ll cut you up and toss you in the lake.” Shit! I go still not wanting to piss the asshole off. “Good girl. Come with me quietly, and you can try and talk the boss out of killing you. He’d probably go for a fat ass like yours right about now. He’s been healing up the past couple of months because of what your old man did to him.” My mind races, but I nod, doing whatever I need to stay alive. He pulls me by my hair away from the wall and leads me out the back entrance. He shoves me into a van where there’s another asshole in the back duct taping my wrists, and then my ankles together. I guess I should be grateful they didn’t hog tie me.
That was thirty minutes ago, and we just arrived at some death trap of a house on the outskirts of town. He pulls me from the van and pushes me to walk. I guess he didn’t remember My ankles were taped because I fall and land face first in the dirt and rocks. He picks me up roughly and throws me over his shoulder. He walks into the house and throws me on a saggy stained couch.
“Don’t get any blood on the couch. We just got that one.” Is there something wrong with this guy? He keeps twitching and running his hands through his long stringy hair.
“From where, behind the dumpster? It’s disgusting. There are stains all over it, and it stinks.” I complain.
He laughs loudly, and I can’t help staring at his rotten teeth. How the hell did this prick get into Spanky’s? Someone else must be running the door tonight because Rock would have never let him in. He’s wearing a cut, but it doesn’t have Steel Dagger’s patches on it, close but no cigar. His clothes are dirty and don’t fit right. He just looks gross! Not the caliber man you see in the Steel Daggers.
“That’s where we fuck the bitches that are brought in. We have to try out the merchandise before we sell it.”
“You have sex on this couch, like all of you people? Eww!” I roll off and do my best to sit up against the wall closest to where I was so the douche bag holding the blade, fucking still, won’t get pissed and use it on me. He thinks this is the funniest thing ever and almost has tears falling down his face as he slaps his knee like the idiot he is.
“Wait that isn’t just jizz, there are darker stains, is that freaking blood?”
He smiles proudly. “Sometimes they don’t want it at first, and they need to be persuaded.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper, and push myself up and sit as straight as I can. I knew I was in trouble, but now I’m terrified. I’m not cut out for this shit. I can’t take my eyes off the couch and wonder if I’m going to be the next one on the couch bleeding all over it because there’s no fucking way I’m spreading my legs for anyone besides Ryker.
Shit. I miss him so damn much. Why have I been pushing us to slow down? I knew I loved him the morning I woke up in his arms. I’ve basically moved in with him, but I’ve refused to give up my apartment in case he decides he doesn’t want me anymore. He wants me to get a job at a doctor’s office in town, instead of in a big hospital where there’s more danger. I’ve ignored him and gone about life like he’s an addition instead of the very thing I need to keep living. I know why I’m scared to take the final leap, he knows too since we’ve discussed our lives in explicit detail.
I sit against the wall on the cement floor until my butt goes numb and frozen. They must not have the heat turned on because my long sleeve t-shirt and jeans do nothing to keep the chill out of my bones. Thank God Ryker got me these kick-ass biker boots last week because my feet are warm and toasty. I pull my knees up to my chest and lay on them as best as I can with my wrists taped. I’m exhausted after working my shift at the hospital and then meeting Ryker at Spanky’s. I wasn’t expecting to be up all night, scared shitless for my life. I can’t do this. I need to move, I need to do something. I’m not going to wind up like the others here before me.
“I need to pee,” I say as I do my best to stand up. It takes me a minute, but eventually, I’m standing, more like leaning, against the wall. Chuck, as he’s told me his name is, leers at me as I struggle. He licks his lips but doesn’t move to touch me.
“Nice try. The boss should be here any minute, and you can ask him for whatever you want.”
“Who is your boss?”
“I am.” A handsome man in designer jeans and an oxford shirt says. He walks in from another room coming to stand directly in front of me. He looks nothing like the guy who has had me all night. He’s clean and even smells nice. He’s taller than me, most people are, but he’s shorter than Ryker. I look up at him, daring him to hurt me.
“I like your fire Emersen, but don’t disrespect me. I’m not like your old man Ryker, I will put you in your place quickly.”
I bite my lip, so I don’t spew the hundreds of insults I want to at him. “What do you want with me?” I ask instead.
“The Steel Daggers know some things that they shouldn’t. I can’t have people knowing my business. When I tried to get my point across, I wasn’t prepared, and he almost took my life. I can’t have that. While I was laid up in the hospital, I had plenty of time to plan. It didn’t come to me until a few weeks ago when I went looking for something that got away from me and found you. I decided I’d take something even more important to him than himself.”
“Are you talking about the women you bring through here?”
His eyes go from humorous to cold in an instant. He draws his weapon and shoots yucky Chucky between the eyes. I jump back, screaming. He drops right where he’s standing, and blood slowly starts pooling around his head.
“Why did you do that?” I implore, staring at the dead body, knowing there’s nothing I can do to help him from a GSW like that.
“I can’t have men in this organization that run their mouth Emersen. Certainly, you understand that by now, don’t you?”
I nod swiftly. I’m in deep shit. Where the hell is Ryker and the Steel Daggers? Why am I still here in this shit pit with the devil himself smiling at me like I’m dinner?
Ten
Ryker
I t’s been two hours, and I still have no idea where my heart is. Gage had to piss and told one of the prospects, Kent, to keep an eye on her for a second. When he came out of the bathroom, he couldn’t find her or Kent. All of this had to happen right before I walked out of church. If I were out only minutes earlier this wouldn’t have happened. I can’t change any of that now. The only thing I can do is get Emersen back in my arms.
After we kicked everyone out except members and Chelsea, because she refused to leave, we deduced that Rich, another prospect, let someone in that he shouldn’t have. He’s having money troubles and whoever he let in gave him five hundred bucks to look the other way. Guess betrayal is the easiest money he ever made. I’ll make sure he regrets every fucking dollar he got. Too bad, we needed some new blood in the club, and I was kind of hoping he’d work out.
Triton has been on his computers since we figured out my sweetness was missing. He caught a video of an old van speeding out of the parking lot. He ran the plates through Pennsylvania State’s tag database but came up with nothing. He keeps searching, but I can see how much this is driving him mad.
Triton turns his chair to face me who’s been standing behind for past half hour. “I’m sorry Pres. I’ve got nothing right now. I’m still looking, but honestly, I don’t know where to look.”
I punch the wall in front of me. I hit it so many times there’s a huge hole left after Prince and Rock pull me away. I struggle out of their hold, not wanting them touching me. “Get the fuck off me.” When they’ve got me far enough away, which is out in the deserted parking lot, they release me, and I start pacing. I walk past the trash can and kick the bastard, needing to do something.
“Fuck!” I scream out. I don’t stop kicking it until the door opens and bangs shut and I hear Triton yelling that he’s got something.
I give up on the trashcan and jog over to wear Triton is standing and looking confident again. I like that look. It gives me hope that I can get to my heart before it’s too late.
“I ran the plates from the van through other states. I got a hit.” He passes me a paper that has printed information on it. I scan it, but I can’t think straight enough to read what is written.
“Just tell me,” I growl.
“The van belongs to a Charles Tyler. It took some digging, but I found a house he’s renting on the edge of town.”
Finally, something I can go on. “Prince, Rock, let’s get Jester and Rash. I want this small. I need my brothers in on this one.”
“I’ll get my stuff too Pres. I want to help.” I hear Gage behind me. I know he feels like shit because he messed up. I don’t blame him, but I’m not ready to talk to him yet. I’m focused on getting Emersen back.
“Stay here Gage. We’ll talk later, yeah?” I slap his shoulder and walk away, intent on getting to her as soon as I can.
∞∞∞
We pull up about half a mile away from the house. We made sure to take a truck so they wouldn’t hear our bikes ride up. It’s pitch black except for the street light that keeps flickering on and off. There’s not much going on in this small town, especially after midnight. We’re a hundred feet from the house when we here a gunshot. I start running even when Prince is yelling at me to stop. I look to my side and Rock is there with me, keeping stride ready to battle any motherfucker wanting to meet their end tonight.
I enter the house from the back, knowing I need to be somewhat smart about this. With Rock at my back, I walk into the living room with my gun drawn. Grandy is standing close to my woman who is hugging the wall, but staring down at the dead piece of shit who took her. She doesn’t see me yet, but I know she will any minute. I notice the gun in Grandy’s hand, and I don’t know whether to shoot him now in front of my love or to try and draw him away from her.
“Drop the fucking gun, Ryker James.” Emersen’s eyes snap to mine, and I hold her steady in my gaze.
“Not fucking likely Grandy.” I bark, still staring at her.
Grandy laughs, and I don’t realize why until I see two men pushing Prince and Jester into the house, guns pointed at their heads. Another appears with Rash, and I pray they don’t have Rock. He’s the only chance we have of getting out of this.
I look around the room getting my bearings. How the fuck do I get us all out of this alive? I hold my hands up in surrender, gun in hand, and begin to lower it to the ground. As I’m about to let go of the gun, I hear my second gunshot of the night. I look to my right and see Camden and Triton coming in through the front taking out the guys who had Jester and Prince. They grab their piece and one of them, or both, shoot at the guy who has Rash. I raise my gun and point it at Grandy who now has Emersen standing in front of him and his gun to her head.
We now have the upper hand in the room, but he still has his gun pointed at Emersen, and my heart refuses to beat until she is safe.
“Put your gun down Grandy,” I shout.
“Fuck you, James. I let her go, and I die.” He starts edging away from us, still holding onto Emersen, gun to her head.
“Take me,” I say and walk closer to him. “Get back James. Step back. I’ll do it.” I draw my gun and point it directly at his head, nervously he switches it up and points the gun at me. That’s all Rock needs, and he shoots Grandy in the back of the head.
The next few minutes are chaos. When Grandy falls, he’s still got a hold of Emersen, so she goes down with him. He also squeezes off a round that fires into the wall. I get to Emersen who’s gone pale and is shaking, covered in the blood of the man who almost took her from me for good.
I pull her into my arms, and she flinches away from me and rolls to her side rocking with her eyes pinched shut, screaming. Shit.
“Emersen, baby it’s me. It’s Ryker. Open your eyes Emersen. You’re safe love.” She doesn’t stop rocking or open her eyes, but her screams end. The only thing I know to do is pick her up. As soon as she’s in my arms, I carry her bridal style out of the house into the cold air. I kiss her forehead, and a few seconds later she goes limp in my arms and passes out.
I sit on the curb of the sidewalk with Emersen held safe in my arms. I don’t know how much time passes, but the cops and a paramedic eventually show up. We all give our statements, and while they’re pissed we didn’t call for help to rescue Emersen, you can feel how relieved they are to have Grandy and his guys off the streets for good. We took care of a problem they weren’t legally able to handle. The paramedics look Emersen over. While they want her to go to the hospital, she refuses, telling them that she’s okay, just in shock. They make her sign a waiver, and the more seasoned paramedic tells me to keep an eye on her. I appreciate the gesture, but I’m not stepping ten feet from this woman in the immediate future.
In all my years I’ve never seen so much death in one room. I don’t know how to feel about the direction the club is headed down, but at least I know it wasn’t murder. I can look myself in the mirror knowing that I’m not a cold-blooded murder. I can face my future children and wife, and know that there’s still a human inside that hasn’t gone completely cold. That means something to me, and I know it will matter to my love Emersen when she eventually gets to her new normal.
Eleven
Emersen
I t’s been five days since I was kidnapped by Grandy’s men and I’m still not okay. Physically I’m fine, nothing was done to harm me, but emotionally I’m wrecked. Ryker hasn’t touched me, like a man touches their woman, since that night. He treats me like I’m about to break and at first, I was, but I feel stronger now. I’ve been quiet. Barely talking and staring off into space most of the time, not wanting to do much of anything like eat or drink.
Ryker keeps me company, but I fear I’m getting lost in my head. I need to break free, and I need my man to help me. He hasn’t gone to work, staying home with me and making sure I’m okay. I’ve taken a leave of absence at the hospital, not ready to face the world. I’m not sure if I’ll go back. Only time will tell.
After taking my shower, I walk downstairs and see Ryker in his office. He’s on the phone going over orders and crew assignments. He must be on the phone with Prince because that is the only man he’ll delegate to. He notices me and holds up a finger for me to wait, but I shake my head and walk out of his office. I go to the kitchen and look around, a real look at the state of things around me. Everything is tidy, but it’s missing something. Love, it’s missing love.
I notice the calendar and I realize that Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Opening the refrigerator and then the freezer and pantry I know we have nothing to host a meal. Before this all happened, that’s what I was planning. I am hosting a Thanksgiving meal this year dammit! I walk into his office with purpose, and I notice he’s still on the phone.
“Prince, I gotta go. Yeah, talk to you later. Bye.” He hangs up the phone and stares at me, waiting.
“We need to go to the store. We have nothing to make for dinner tomorrow.” I announce.
His brows draw together, and his mouth opens and closes a few times before he spits something out. “I didn’t think we were still making dinner. Wasn’t sure you wanted to.”
“I wasn’t sure either. I’m feeling good today. I need this Ryker.”
He rises from his chair and stands in front of me. He pulls my chin up, and he looks down at me. I see the battle raging behind his eyes, and I save him the trouble. Rising on my tiptoes, I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him to my mouth. I’m not tall enough, but he gets the hint quick and takes over. He kisses me gently, and after a few chaste pecks he releases me, and I’m left feeling lost. That’s not the man that I love, that’s not how he kisses me. Have I lost him? Was this too much for us to go through? Are we done?
“Go get ready. We’ll leave in about ten minutes. I have to finish up a few things here.”
I walk out feeling frustrated and angry tears spill over my cheeks. By the time I make it to the bedroom, I’m pissed. Fine. If he doesn’t want me here, to hell with him. I don’t need to be here. Before I know it all my clothes he had put away in the drawers are in piles on the bed.
“What’s all the noise about babe?” He says, still in the hallway walking towards the room. I freeze in front of the closet with an armful of clothes, rethinking my rash decision to start packing. When he walks in his tired eyes sharpen and fire burns hot behind those beautiful blue orbs. Oh shit.
“Rearranging?” He asks sharply, and we both know that’s not what I’m doing.
“Answer me Emersen.” He barks, and I back up, clutching the clothes I’m holding to my chest. I know he’d never hurt me, but he’s never talked to me this way, and I’m not sure how to read this side of him.
Glued to my spot, I nod my head slowly, not knowing what to do or say. I know I overreacted and threw a temper tantrum. My heart has seized in my chest, and I feel a deeper fear than I did five nights ago.
“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” He stalks to me and grabs the clothes I’m holding and throws them on the floor. He sits on the bed and pulls me to stand between his muscular thighs. He grabs my hips and holds onto me hard, and unforgiving. He’s got me right where he wants me, like a lion caging his prey.
“Were you leaving me Emersen.” He says low, but with an edge that makes me uncomfortable.
I shake my head no but then nod yes, because that’s what I was doing, even though I wouldn’t have gone through with it. I hate the look of disappointment
“You won’t touch me like you used to. You treat me like I will break. I thought it was because of what happened, but I put myself out there in your office, and you pushed me away.” I say trembling.
“I got so mad. And I freaked out okay? I thought you didn’t want me anymore. I mean it’s not like you love me or anything. I thought this was too much.”
“You don’t think I love you?” He questions and the hurt I hear in his voice slays my soul.
I shrug my shoulders and beg him silently to tell me he does. He moves quickly and pushes me, so I’m no longer standing between his legs, then flips me, so I’m laying over his lap with my dress flipped up. I don’t know what to expect, but when the first slap hits my butt hard, I cry out in pain. He rubs the sting away with his calloused hand.
“I love you more than anything Emersen.” He slaps me again on the other cheek but then soothes away the hurt.
“You are maddening and frustrating. You push all of my buttons and forcing me to rise up to meet your expectations.” He slaps again, then rubs, and the more he hits my flesh and lovingly soothes away the pain, the harder I fall for the complicated man.
“Pushing me away for weeks now, and I’ve let you because for you this is fast. But for me Emersen, for me it’s moving too goddamn slow. I’ve been waiting for you to catch up and too worried I’d scare you away. I’ve loved you since you turned around in your fairy costume and stared at me for the first time.” He smacks my cheeks again and again. Now I’m craving the sting of his hand and the relief that he offers when he’s done. My pussy has been pulsing since he rubbed away my first spank and my panties are so wet they're sticking to me.
“I’m going to show you how much I love you. I’ll make sure I get so deep there’s no way you aren’t bred when I’m finished with your pussy. You think I’d spray into an unprotected cunt if I weren't ready to spend the rest of my life tied to her?”
He rips my panties down my thighs and brings them up to his nose. I’m embarrassed with how wet they are, but the way he’s looking at me, I can tell he’s pleased. Slowly he helps me to stand in front of him, keeping me between his thighs to hold me up. He pulls my dress over my head and then unsnaps my bra. They’re tossed to the side, and I’m bared to him. I stand still and wait for him to put me where he wants me.
He leans in and sucks one of my stiff nipples into his mouth. I hold onto his forearms, clawing at his skin, waiting for him to switch to my lonely aching nipple needing relief from his mouth.
Then he’s standing, and like a rag doll, he’s throwing me on the bad. I’m on my hands and knees, and he’s pulling my ass into the air. I hear his zipper, and his pants fall to the ground. Then he’s rubbing the tip of his dick through my wet lips, and it’s torture giving him all of this power, but I also love every single second of it.
“Now you’re going to know how much Emersen.” Then he thrusts inside me so far that my ass is snug against his pubic bone and he’s entering my womb. It’s too much. He’s never been this deep.
“I can’t Ryker. You’re too deep.” I moan as he pulls out a few inches and then pushes back in.
“I’m not Em. I’m not deep enough. Not until you know. You said you knew, you said you were there with me and that you understood. But you don’t. I’m going to show you the only way I know how.”
He pounds into me punishingly, and after a few strokes, the pain turns into something dark and forbidden. With every thrust, he’s spanking my ass and then soothing away the pain. The only hold he’s got on me are his hands grabbing the globes of my ass, pushing out of me and then pulling me back, so he gets in just as deep as before. The tight fit starts to loosen the more turned on I become. I feel the flutters of my orgasm begin, and I can’t stop it, but Ryker sure knows how.
“No…” I moan when Ryker pulls out of me then flips me to my back.
“Scoot up on the bed Emersen.” He growls out.
I scoot up, and he’s kicked out of his pants and crawling up between my legs.
“Do you know now how much I need you in my life?” He positions himself at my entrance and slides into my drenched pussy. He feels so good inside me, taking it slow, showing me with his body that I’m his one.
He grabs each of my hands in his, lacing our fingers together. He loves me sweet and slow, showing the tenderness that he lacked before. This is about proving his love when before was about claiming me as his. Then I realize what’s missing like the idiot I’ve been.
“Ryker, look at me.” Immediately his eyes snap to mine and his movements slow. “I love you, Ryker. I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to tell you. I was mad that you hadn’t told me, but I didn’t tell you either. You’re everything to me. Everything. Do you hear me Ryk? I love you, every single part.”
Ryker stops entirely and leans down and kisses me. And just like that everything has changed and is right. Everything missing is now complete. All barriers have been demolished.
“Thank you for loving me Em. I will treasure your love like I treasure you.” A tear cascades down my cheek, and he kisses it away then nuzzles the side of my face. “You’re so beautiful Emersen. I’m going to spend the rest of my life feeling blessed to have you by my side.”
All of his sweet words are making me wet. I tighten my muscles around his dick, hoping he gets the hint.
“Did you need something sweetheart?” He laughs, knowing what I need.
“Please Ryker, I want to come.” As soon as I say come, he’s thrusting into me again, and in minutes I’m ready to explode.
“We’re coming together Em. Do you hear me? You can’t come until I say so.”
I nod and hold back as best as I can. It’s so hard though with him kissing and sucking up and down my neck.
“Now Emersen. Come now, baby.”
Together we share the sweetest high. When Ryker pulls out, he snuggles into my chest, and he rubs soothing circles around my navel. “There, that should have done it.”
“Done what?” I ask sleepily, barely awake.
“I suspect we should know if our baby is growing inside you by Christmas.”
“Mmm… I hope so Ryker.”
The End
Acknowledgments
Mary you’ve been my rock through this book and I never would have gotten it finished without you and your encouraging words. Thank you for Beta reading His Sweet Treat and looking it over time and time again. You’re a dollface.
Jeb, I love you! Thank you for putting up with me as I finished this one.
Other Books by Elisa
Panthera Security Series
2017
2017
Steel Daggers MC Novella Series
His Sweet Treat 2017
Thanking Her Hero Coming Soon
Their Holly Bell Coming Soon
Meet Elisa Leigh
Author of the Panthera Security series, Elisa Leigh writes steamy love stories about men who know exactly what they want from their lady love, that being everything and forever. Her women are a bit sassy and somewhat classy.
On most days you’ll probably find her teaching second grade and taking care of her husband, son, and kitty, Zuri. Her perfect day would likely include super sweet iced coffee, watching Elementary , and hanging out with her family. Oh, and reading. Don’t forget reading.
Elisa started writing because she couldn’t find enough books in her favorite genre, ménage. It isn’t hard to find a book about three people hooking up, which is hot, whew! But Elisa was looking for happily ever after and forever and always in ménage novels. While there are some, there just aren’t enough. Toni Morrison said it best “I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it.”