Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC #1) (6 page)

“You are lying.” She smiled at him. “At least if this is any proof.”

Her hand drifted to his cock. He let her stroke him a few times before he dragged her hand away. “You do that and the fun will be over.”

She smiled. “We definitely don’t want that.”

She kissed his chest and he couldn’t stop himself from running his fingers through her hair. He closed his eyes, taking in the moment. The smell of coconut filled his nostrils when he breathed in and he couldn’t help bending forward to take a deeper breath. He kissed her. Her lips were so sweet and her tongue so timid when it stroked his. He didn’t know much about her experience, but he was fairly certain she didn’t date much either.

He cupped her behind and lifted her so that her legs could wrap around his. Her breasts were inches from his lips and he pulled one of her hard nipples into his mouth as he carried her back to the bed. He didn’t know much about women’s wants and needs, but he did know enough to take it slow. Not only for his sake but hers as well.

He laid her on the bed and smiled down at her. Her body was perfect. Not stripper skinny, but she had curves in all the right places. Her pussy lips were pouty and swollen with her arousal and he couldn’t fucking wait to taste it.

Moving down her body, he settled between her legs and pressed his mouth against her pussy. Being with her broke every rule in the book. Somewhere in the dark depths of Ryker’s mind, he knew this. He slid his tongue along her fleshy lips and reveled in the musky taste of her. He got high off her. He circled her clit with his finger, rubbing and stroking until she panted. She didn’t know what she liked and he was more than happy to test it all out to see what made her scream.

She clutched at his head, her eyes drifting closed. He was in fucking heaven and he didn’t want to leave. He tongued her clit until she screamed. Ella arched against him, pulling his hair. When she came down from the high, he stared at her, keeping most of his weight off her body.

“I think you like oral.”

She snorted. “What gave you that idea?”

He smiled at her and reached for a condom. He tried to pay as much attention to her as he could. She stared at his fingers while he ripped the package open. The soft scrape of her tongue slid along her lips as he rolled the thin rubber onto his thick shaft. The thought crossed his mind that he was tainting her by fucking her. She was so damn perfect. So much better than he deserved.

He crumpled the trash in his hand and set it aside before moving between her legs. Her opening was tight and he rubbed it with his finger. How the hell was he supposed to control himself inside her? He leaned down and kissed her stomach, loving how soft she was.

“Why are you taking so long?” She rubbed his arms. “It’s okay. I’m ready.”

She may have been ready, but he wasn’t. He struggled with the need to back off and the need to possess. Once he went there, there was no going back.

“Are you sure you want me to fuck you?” He glanced up. “You can have any other guy. A good guy. Someone that will hold your hand and kiss that soft little spot on your neck. A guy that can be with you and cherish you. Someone that will love you the way you deserve.”

She stared at him, rubbing her fingers along the back of his hand. “I want you.”

He took a deep breath and nodded. He couldn’t hold back anymore. Pressing his cock against her opening, he pushed just the tip inside, stretching her impossibly tight around him. She sucked in a breath and Ryker tried to ease her nerves by stroking her clit. It was going to take some effort to get inside her. Just like it was going to take effort to keep himself in control.

“Take a deep breath and relax.” Ryker met her gaze. “You feel amazing, babe. Your pussy is squeezing me tight and it feels like fucking heaven.”

Her muscles eased a bit and he pushed in deeper. She was fucking heaven all right, all silky skin, warm and wet with her desire. Her eyes closed as he sank deeper, her mouth forming an
O
. He’d passed the point of no return. She was his and only his. He wanted to be in her bed every night, filling her up and making her scream. The very idea of anyone else touching her was enough to drive him into rage.

Once he slid the last few inches inside her, he stopped. She took a deep breath and stared at him, watching while he withdrew, her deliciously hot body making it easy on him. He bit his lip at the tightness. God, he was fucking losing his mind inside her. He clutched her hips as he set his rhythm. Ella gripped at the sheet beneath her, tugging and pulling as her face molded into that of pleasure. She was beautiful and it hit him hard in the chest. He pumped his hips harder, shoving her body upward in the bed. He needed to feel her come around him. He needed it like his next breath.

“Come for me, baby.” He stroked her clit. “Suck my dick with your hot pussy.”

She gasped and let out a loud cry, arching her back off the mattress. Oh. Hell. Yes. Her pussy clamped down around him, massaging his shaft until he saw stars. He didn’t even realize he was holding his fucking breath until he tried to move. He couldn’t hold back any longer as he shot his load, shoving deep inside her.

Ryker leaned forward and rested his forehead between her breasts. He didn’t want to move. He wanted to stay exactly as they were forever.

“Wow.” Ella stroked his sweaty back. “That was better than I imagined.”

Mustering what little strength he had, he pushed up off her. His chest was aching with the need to tell her how much she meant to him. Instead he swallowed down his emotions and moved to her side.

They lay like that for a while. Ella curled up against him and it felt so damn nice. Normal. Like something two lovers did after great sex. He couldn’t stop his mind from roaming to a fucked up place. He needed a hit. Instead, he’d settle for a smoke.

“Where are you going?” she asked when he sat up.

“I need a smoke.”

She rubbed her hand along his chest. “Stay with me.”

He met her gaze. She was so damn gorgeous it physically hurt him to pull away from her. He smiled instead and leaned down to kiss her swollen lips. He’d stay with her. He’d fucking hold her all night long if that was what she wanted.

****

Ella didn’t know what time it was when Ryker crawled over her to stand beside the bed. She groaned in protest but he smoothed his hand along her bare thigh.

“I’ll be back.”

She lay there watching as he pulled his pants on. His bare ass was tight and perfect, like the rest of his body. He had tattoos all over his chest, arms, and back. She tried to read some of them, but some she didn’t understand. The theme seemed to be dark and somewhat mysterious. Devils and bikes. A naked pinup girl was on his back. He had stars along his side and she didn’t know what that represented. Ella studied him for a moment. The sexy bad boy he’d been as a teenager hadn’t changed much over the years. His brown eyes still held a sense of mystery about them. She liked it too. She liked that he didn’t try to impress her the way other men in her past had. He didn’t go out of his way to be fake with her. He held her hand, listened when she talked, and asked her about her life because she believed he genuinely cared. And he’d made her first time better than she could have ever imagined.

“Where are you going?”

He glanced back at her. He had a weird expression on his face and she sat up, curious as to what he was up to. It lingered in the back of her mind that he’d get in trouble for being with her. She didn’t understand what the Roaming Devils MC was really about. Why a bunch of grown men wanted to get together and form a club with drugs and naked women all around was beyond her. Maybe he wanted to leave and didn’t know how to tell her. The questions made her stomach ache as she waited for him to answer her question.

“What?” she probed. “Where were you going?”

“I need to get some fresh air.” He clenched and unclenched his fists. “I’m jittery and I was trying to hide it from you.”

She frowned, staring at him. “Jittery from what?”

He ran his hands through his hair. “Drugs, Ella. I’m clean. I have been for a few years. I just get cravings for them at weird times of the day. I can usually smoke it away.”

She reached for an afghan to wrap around her body. “Smoking is likely to increase cravings.” When he didn’t say anything, she tried a different approach. “That’s a real struggle for you, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “Yeah. I’m doing okay so far. It fucking sucks most days, though.”

She stroked her hand along his back. “I’ll go with you.”

He leaned in to kiss her. “Baby, you’re not leaving this apartment naked. I’m a big boy. I can smoke by myself.”

Even though he said it, he didn’t push her away. If she didn’t know better, she’d say he wanted her company. Wanted her to stand next to him while he battled with his addiction. He held her close to him and she liked it. He wasn’t a needy man but she liked that he made her feel wanted. Special even. Like she was the only one he’d ever be vulnerable with. If she had to guess he rarely let his guard down with his friends. And while he didn’t exactly let it down around her often, admitting to her that he still had cravings was a big deal.

“Maybe. But something in your mind triggered the craving. Do you know what it was?”

He pressed his lips against her forehead. Instead of answering her question, he grabbed his cigarettes and went outside. Ella stared at the closed door, wondering how she could help him. Finding her clothes, she pulled them on and went outside with him. He leaned against the railing of her apartment building and puffed on a cigarette, eyeing her.

“I can prescribe you something. There are several medications that increase GABA production in the brain and they have been proven effective in coping with cravings and addiction.”

He blew out a long stream of smoke. “Thanks, baby, but I’m okay.”

“Do you get headaches? Nausea?”

He pulled her to him, careful not to burn her with his cigarette. “I should have known better than to tell my problems to a doctor.”

She rested her chin on his chest, loving the way he felt against her. “I’m worried about you.”

“I appreciate it,” he said before kissing her. “But I’m okay.”

“Have you ever relapsed?”

“Not yet.” He took a drag off his cigarette.

She smoothed her hand along his chest. “How long did you use?”

“A few years.”

“A lot?”

“Enough.” He laid his cheek against her forehead. “Please stop worrying about me.”

But she did worry about him. The club used drugs heavily and with Ryker being around it all the time, he was at a high risk of relapsing. She’d seen the effects of a relapse and they were often worse than the initial addiction. He struggled with the craving. She could see it in his temperament. He didn’t want to look at her. His hands shook as he raised the cigarette to his lips.

She smiled. “Easier said than done.”

Caring for people wasn’t something she could readily turn off. She cared for complete strangers without any rhyme or reason. Her professors in med school considered her an oddball in today’s society. Most were narcissistic and out to get what they could. She supposed that was why she fit so well with the free clinic program at the hospital.

“You know you can come to me if you need anything, right?” She pulled back so that she could stare into his eyes. The darkness did little to hide his surprised reaction. “You’re not the only one with a school boy crush. I liked you too, you dork.”

And she did. He was fun to be around. Even when they’d been younger they hadn’t spoken much, but his presence had made her smile. She felt safe around him. She thought about what she’d been like at fifteen and that sheltered girl probably would have went out with Ryker if he’d asked her. But he hadn’t. Even when he’d been busy flirting with the other girls, he’d always stopped to smile at her. There was an attraction between them that she couldn’t deny. It had grown even stronger when they’d met up again, after she’d moved back to the city to start her residency.

“You had a crush on me?” He grinned. “I guess that explains why you didn’t let me get anywhere near you.”

She rolled her eyes. “You didn’t make huge advancements either. Put that nasty, cancer-causing stick out and come back inside with me.”

He smashed what was left of his cigarette against the railing. “And then what?”

She gripped his hand and tugged him toward her. “And then you can kiss me.”

“I can kiss you right now.” To prove his point, he did. A five o’clock shadow had darkened his jaw, lightly scraping against her as he moved in. Ruggedly handsome and the epitome of a bad boy, he had the most kissable lips. Ella couldn’t get enough. “We don’t need to go inside for that. There wasn’t even tongue.”

She brought his hand to her stomach and pushed it lower until his fingers brushed against her crotch. “Here.”

“Oh,
that.
I can definitely do that.”

Ella pulled him back into her apartment and let him press her up against the door after they’d closed it. He kissed and licked along her neck while his hands held her hips to him.

“I changed my mind.” Ella pushed lightly at his chest. Her hands dropped to his pants, quickly undoing them. “I want you inside me instead.”