Fuck. Me.
I hissed, my muscles clenching and my balls twitching as Addison swallowed half my cock into the back of her throat. She moaned deeply around me, sending vibrations through my dick and making me see fucking stars. My hands slid down, tangling in her hair and holding it in my fist as she started to bob her pouty lips up and down my fat cock. Wet, filthy slurping sounds filled the kitchen, and I groaned as I locked my eyes with hers, watching as she tried to suck the cum right out of my balls.
I pumped into her mouth, her soft little tongue swirling over my crown and one of her hands coming up to tease my balls. I could feel the cum boiling inside, the need to explode blaring through me, until finally, I pulled her away.
“Not yet, greedy girl,” I groaned, pulling her up and pushing her back against my fridge as I kissed her hungrily. “My cum is going deep inside of your sweet little pussy this morning.”
She cried out as I grabbed one of her legs and hooked it up around my hip. I moved in, easing my swollen head against her soft, slippery lips. I could feel my sticky precum dripping out of me, trickling over her pussy and making her slick and glistening with me. I eased into her, and as my thick head slid inside, she gasped, her arms throwing around me and her moans dripping from her lips.
“Just like that, oh fuck,” she moaned softly. Her leg wrapped around my waist, tightening, drawing me in as I pushed inside. Inch after throbbing inch of my big cock slid inside, until every bit of me was deep against her womb. Our lips seared together, both of us moaning into each other’s mouth as I pulled back and then drove back in, sliding every damn inch inside that hot, slick, tight little heaven between her thighs.
My hands gripped her ass tightly, pulling her against me as I started to fuck her like I never wanted her to forget this. And I never did. I wanted her to remember this time — my rough hands pinning her to the fridge, my growls purring through her ears, and my throbbing hard cock filling her up like she’d never been filled before — I wanted all of that imprinted on her fucking soul. I wanted her little pussy to remember the feel of me so deep and stretching her so good forever. I wanted that sweet little cunt to know without a doubt that no other man in the world, and no other cock in the world belonged inside of it like I did.
We moved faster and faster, moaning and clutching at each other. I could feel her slick arousal dripping all over my cock, my balls slapping her ass on every thrust. Her pebbled nipples dragged across my muscled chest, and when I felt her breath start to hitch in her throat, I knew she was close.
“Better come for my cock, little kitten. Make this pretty pussy come all over my fucking cock so I can fill it up with every drop of my cum. Later, in the shop, I’m going to look at you and know that your panties are filled with my hot cum — my mark, and my claim dripping out of your satisfied pussy until I can fill it up with more.”
Addison screamed into my neck, her hips rocking against me over and over, her slick, tight little pussy swallowing my cock again and again as her whole body started to come undone.
“Come for me, Addison. Come for me right fucking now.”
The wave crashed over us both at the same time. I roared, driving my cock deep into her as I buried my mouth in her neck. My cum exploded into her, thick ropes of it splashing against her womb. Addison screamed, her mouth crushing to mine as the orgasm detonated through her like a bomb. I could feel her pussy clamp down on me, rippling up and down my shaft as her body shuddered against me with her climax.
I kept kissing her, never breaking it as I pulled her other leg up around my other hip, my hands scooping under her ass as I turned and carried her right to my bedroom.
My cock stayed rock hard. My mouth stayed seared to hers. My obsession didn’t fizzle out one fucking bit.
And this time, I was going to take my time.
10
Addison
God, he was like walking sex incarnate even with his clothes on.
I had about five different spreadsheets open on the computer in front of me, and heaping pile of receipts to go through. But, yeah, no, that’s not what I was concentrating on. Instead, I was staring through the windows of the office that looked out over the garage floor, and I was staring at Ryker.
He was in his usual jeans and biker boots, with a dark grey t-shirt on that clung in all the right ways to every bulge of his bicep and every line of his broad chest. His tattoos rippled as he worked, his body moving with this coiled strength behind it that had my heart skipping a beat.
The shop was pretty busy that day — both Ryker and Axe helping out customers and switching off to go work on the cars and bikes that needed working on. I watched as Ryker lifted a tire off the ground, hefting it easily above his head like it weighed nothing. I swallowed thickly, feeling the heat pulse through me as I imagined him tossing me around like that — lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder. Maybe tossing me down across the hood of a car and screwing my brains out.
Okay, get the hell ahold of yourself.
I flushed, pulling my eyes away from my gorgeous, rough boss and trying to concentrate on the accounting work in front of me. But, that was a nearly impossible task when all I wanted to do was jump him and let him do whatever he wanted to me. Numbers were a little hard to follow when the only thing I could concentrate on was how wet my panties were getting.
…This was going to be a very long day.
And it was.
I barely got a chance to even talk to Ryker with all the work they had going on and all the drop-ins from repeat and new customers. I mean the garage was doing really well — that was evident from the constant work and also from the numbers, the more I made sense of them. But still, by the end of the day, I was going out of my mind, since I’d spent the whole time basically getting a peep show of Ryker flexing his muscles and working with his hands.
Not to mention, all the times he caught me staring at him and let that fire in his eyes let me know he knew damn well what I was thinking.
Katrina and Braun ended up coming over for dinner, and again, there I was dying to put my hands on Ryker and not able to do it. It’s not like there was a law against me doing what I wanted with him. I mean we were both consenting adults. In a perfect world, I could have sat down right on his lap at the dinner table and kissed him until I saw stars.
…But, I wasn’t that naive. And I knew there were certain realities to our lives and those around us that made doing that impossible. For one, Kyrie was an amazing little girl, not to mention clearly the light of Ryker’s world. And I wasn’t going to do anything to weird her out or throw a curveball into her world.
But beyond that, there was something else. There was this lingering feeling that what he and I were doing was wrong — that this was illicit and scandalous. Yes, he was a lot older than me, being thirty-six to my almost twenty-one. Yes, he was my boss, and my landlord too, technically.
But it was even more than that, and I think we both knew it. It was that we came from different worlds. Me, the innocent, sweet little “good girl” from the city — the one who’d never had to get her hands dirty or get down in the dirt. And him, the rough, wild, untamed biker. The beast. The savage caveman ready to carry me off over his shoulder and ravish me in a cave somewhere.
Basically, it was that the two of us together made as much sense as oil and water. Or at least, I knew that’s how everyone else would see it.
But then, I couldn’t deny what I felt with him. This wasn’t just sex. This wasn’t just me having this “wild fling” for the memory books. What I felt with Ryker was real — more real than anything I’d ever even imagined. But still, we kept it to ourselves. It wasn’t even like we’d talked about it and “agreed not to tell anyone” either. We just both sort of got it, especially around Kyrie. And so dinner was tame. No sitting on his lap. No kissing him. No whispering in his ear that I wanted him to take me upstairs and screw me until I couldn’t walk straight.
…Actually, I did say that last one.
Yeah, that was pretty fun. I was grabbing something from the kitchen as everyone was sitting down at the kitchen table, and he came in to grab some beers out of the fridge. I slid up behind him, feeling him tense and then groan as I slid my hand around his waist, like I was reaching for something in the fridge, and not sliding my hand over his cock through his pants.
You know, which is what I was actually doing.
“I want this,” I whispered in his ear.
“Careful,” he growled.
“Of?”
“Of tempting me so much that I fuck you against this refrigerator again, right here and right now,” Ryker purred back, his voice gravelly and low.
“That a dare?”
“No that’s a promise, sweetheart.”
His lips brushed mine, just enough to steal my breath before he pulled away, just before Katrina stepped into the kitchen, too.
“Need a hand?”
She smiled, and Ryker and I had heard the footsteps and moved a few feet apart. But then, I knew I could see the spark of something in my cousin’s eyes. I could see the question forming in her mind, even if she just looked at us like everything was totally fine.
I envied Katrina.
She’d come from the same life I did. She’d been raised in the same snobby circles, and primped and groomed for the same life my mother had in mind for me — to “marry up” and attach myself to some lawyer or stock trader or something. But, she’d escaped all that. She’d come here, to Blackthorn, to get away from her family trying to pressure her into marrying some snobby jackass.
And through that, she’d found her Braun — her very own growly mountain man who made her his instead. And she’d never left. She’d stayed right here on the mountain and married Braun, not the man her parents had “picked” for her.
God I wished I was that brave.
I know, I’d technically left. I was there, on Blackthorn. But I hadn’t done it like she had — running away from a life she didn’t want. No, me coming to Blackthorn was half me, half my mother sending me here.
After “the incident.” After Michael.
Dinner was a blast though — the five of us cracking up and making jokes and me just soaking it all in. God, it felt like the best dinner I’d ever had as I just sat there glowing in the warmth and closeness of those people. Katrina and Braun so in love and so excited for the family they were about to start. And Ryker, melting from alpha, rough, scary-looking biker to total teddy bear around his daughter.
Eventually though, my cousin and her husband said their goodbyes and left to head home.
“Alright, you know the drill. Bed time, squirt.”
“Addison, read to me?”
I glanced at Ryker, who chuckled and shook his head as he leaned down to kiss Kyrie’s cheek.
“Fine with me. Night, honey.”
She made it halfway through a chapter before she conked out.
“Why are you here?”
I gasped, startled by Ryker as I came down the stairs into the living room. He was sprawled back on a couch in front of the big wide windows that looked out over the front lawn.
“Uh, what?”
He shrugged, beckoning me over. “That came out wrong. I mean why here. Why Blackthorn? I mean it’s not exactly Cancun or Europe or wherever college girls go when they want to see something new.”
“That why you think I’m here? To just ‘try something new’?”
“Aren’t you?”
I blushed, biting my lip as I sank onto the other side of the couch from him.
“I needed a change of scenery.” I swallowed. “And I needed to get the hell out of my mother’s house for a while.”
I frowned.
“Actually, she wanted me out of her house for a while.”
Ryker frowned. “Your mother kicked you out? I mean, my pops kicked me out when I was sixteen, but I damn well deserved it. I have hard time seeing you as the type to steal a car and throw beer bottles at the cops though.”
I snorted. “Did that seriously happen?”
“I was a fuck-head of a punk teenager.” He grinned before his smile faded. “What about you though?”
I looked away.
“Addison.”
He shifted on the couch, moving closer to me. I felt his hand on mine, and slowly, the last of me trying to hide it or shove it away disappeared.
Screw it, I was just going to tell him.
I turned back to Ryker.
“My mother’s boyfriend, Michael, he…” I frowned. “He was interested in me.”
Ryker’s face darkened, his jaw clenching as his teeth bared.
“Fucker. He ever touch you?”
“No. God no.” My face went sour as I shook my head. “He tried to, but no. When he tried to walk in on me changing for the third time, I finally told him to fuck off or I’d tell my mother what he was doing. He decided to play that card right back and went to her first, claiming that it was me who was trying to put the moves on him.”
Ryker swore, taking my hand in his.
“Fuck, Addison.”
“He had…he had pictures of me — ones of me changing and stuff, and pairs of my underwear that he’d stolen from the laundry. He showed them to my mother and told her I’d left them for him to have in some sort of seduction attempt. She freaked, naturally, and she basically told me to get out and not come back until I had ‘sorted myself out’. I called Katrina, and the rest is… yeah.”
“That’s fucking bullshit, angel. I’m sorry.”
I shrugged, smiling at him. “Well, it got me here.”
“Very, very true,” he purred, pulling me close.
“So, that’s why I’m here. At least for the next month or so I guess.”
“And then?”
His words caught me off guard, and faltered, my heart skipping a beat as I looked up at the hard look in his eyes.
“And then I don’t know, I guess,” I said softly.
“You could stay.”
My heart jumped in my chest, and I felt my skin tingling all over as he said it. I bit back the grin, feeling giddy and feeling that same sense of place I’d felt at dinner with all of them.
“I think I’d like that,” I said quietly.
“I think I’d like that too,” Ryker growled. His hands pulled at mine, tugging me into his lap. My pulse raced as my legs spread around his muscled hips, my lips finding his as he groaned into me. His hand slid up my thighs, his tongue pushing past my lips as he pulled me into him.
“You should stay,” he growled fiercely, his big hands holding me tight as he kissed me like I belonged to him.
“I—”
The window behind him shattered — glass, wood and bits of sofa suddenly exploding into the air with a horrible crashing sound. Ryker roared, grabbing me up in his arms and throwing us both off the couch onto the floor. There was this incessant popping banging noise that came again and again as the wall opposite the window began to shatter and explode, and I suddenly realized what Ryker clearly already knew it was.
Bullets.
“Stay down!” Ryker’s voice seemed to come from down a long tunnel, even though I knew he was bellowing right into my ear as I sprawled on the floor in front of the couch.
The explosions stopped, and instantly, he was up and running for the stairs.
Oh God, Kyrie…
Every part of me told me to stay down, but I ignored that instinct. I had to.
I kicked up from the floor, praying to whatever God was watching that I didn’t catch a bullet in my back as I dashed for the stairs. I half tumbled up them, crashing down the hall and into Kyrie’s room.
Kyrie was crying and hugging her dad as he cradled her.
“She’s okay,” he said quietly, rocking his little girl. Quietly, but his voice was like lead. Like edged steel. Like ice. He looked up at me, and that fierceness in his eyes took my breath away.
“You’re okay?”
I nodded. “What was—”
“Tha
t was too far,” he growled, his face livid and his eye blazing with fire. “That was too fucking far.” His eyes met mine. “Addison, I need you to call Axe, right now.”
11
Ryker
“I kinda thought you’d come alone,” I hissed at Axe.
“Then you’re kinda an idiot, brother.”
We were standing in the far corner of the shop. Behind me and over my shoulder, the others that Axe had shown up with were all standing in the office — Braun, Vlad, and the twins, Austin and Dallas.
“This is club business, they shouldn’t—”
“Oh c’mon, man!” Axe spat angrily. “There is no club! You and me, we’re the last of the Lost Devils, okay? What this is about is you and your fucking family being in the crosshairs, and us doing anything we fucking can to stop it.” He glared right back at me. “You stubborn prick.”
I felt my jaw clench, my hands curling to fists at my sides. I took a step towards my friend, growling and doing my best not to take a swing at him.
But then, I breathed. I slowed. I fucking listened to what he was saying.
“Fine,” I muttered. I sighed again, letting my shoulders unclench. “Fine.”
“You don’t know it’s a club related thing, Ryk.”
“You don’t know it’s not. But all we do know is that someone tried to torch our shop, and now someone’s emptied a full clip of an AK at my goddamn house while both Kyrie and Addison were in there.”
I could feel my rage rising again just thinking about it — pure blinding red rage. But I had to breathe. I had to stay level-headed. Kyrie was fine. She was scared, but she was okay. And Addison — fuck, Addison had kept her cool like she’d done this a million times. She’d been the one to call Axe, and she’d been the one to promise me nothing in this world would harm Kyrie while she was watching her.
And I knew she was right.
She and my daughter were up at Vlad and Chloe’s place with Katrina, Larkin, and Stella. An idiot might’ve made some snarky remark about “leaving all the women alone and unprotected,” but I’d seen Katrina and Chloe shoot. Rest in fucking pieces anyone who tried to get into that damn house without their say so. Plus, Vlad lived in a fucking fortress up there on his peak.