Ripper's Torment (15 page)

Before she could answer, he claimed her lips. This was
rough, passion filled, and she could only hold onto him as he took charge. The
towel binding her hair on top of her head was tugged away. He fisted the length
at the same time as he grabbed a handful of her ass.

She cried out at the bite of pain. Ripper released her
hair to press a hand over her mouth. “You’ve got to be quiet.” She was going to
go insane if she couldn’t speak up.

Nodding her head, she reached between them to unbuckle
his belt. This was insane, crazy, and so dangerous. The anger she’d felt
minutes before evaporated turning into lust. She eased his cock out, fisting
the length.

He growled against her neck, lifting her up.

Circling her legs around his waist she bit into her
lip as he sank to the hilt inside her.

“There is no one else but you, baby,” he said,
whispering the words against her ear. “I don’t know how else to tell you that
you’re the only bitch who exists in my world.”

“Don’t call me that.” She placed her fingers over his
mouth. Her hand over his mouth didn’t stop him from talking.

“It doesn’t matter what I call you, you’re still mine.
It doesn’t make me want you any less than I already do.”

She hissed as he slammed to the hilt inside her. His
cock scraped along her inner walls. Within minutes her cream soaked over his
cock making his penetration easier.

Gasping, she moaned, and Ripper covered her mouth to
muffle the sounds of her moans. He held her against the wall, fucking her hard.

There was no hiding her feelings as he fucked her
hard, taking over every part of her senses. Ripper owned every inch of her.

“Mine, always fucking mine,” he said.

“Yes.”

She stared into his eyes. The green depths captured
her making her feel whole from his look alone. Together they found their peak
of pleasure going over it. His cock jerked inside her pulsing his cum into her
womb.

There was no going back from now on. They were bound
together in ways that words could not describe. Ripper had captured her heart
and bound her soul to his.

Chapter Eleven

The summer was at its peak, and so far The Skulls were
not in danger. Devil was hosting another barbeque, but instead of feeling
nervous, Ripper looked forward to it. Any chance he got to be with Judi he took
it. Whenever she needed to go into town to the library he would follow her,
hanging out with her as she studied. She was the first woman he loved to watch
study. He liked the way she bit her lip as she worked through her latest assignment.

Lexie’s morning sickness had finally settled down, and
she no longer looked pale or sick. Devil had also calmed down with Lexie
looking healthy. Grabbing a beer from the cooler Ripper stared around the
garden at his fellow brothers along with some of Piston County’s wealthy
families. Devil’s barbeques had become famous among the county, and anybody
showed up. He saw one family keep their daughter guarded when Pussy stepped
close. Shaking his head, Ripper tried not to laugh at the sight. Anyone would
think they were Neanderthal beasts hoping to take and rape their daughters. The
thought alone had the smile disappearing from his face.

Taking a long gulp of his drink he spotted Judi moving
away from the pool. Ashley was talking to her as they walked. He checked Judi’s
face to make sure the other woman wasn’t upsetting her. When her gaze landed on
him, Ripper felt like he was on fire. Fuck, he really did love that woman. Judi
had invaded his heart and soul. He would have gone to Devil about his thoughts,
but Judi wasn’t ready for anyone to know about them.

“I’m going to go look for Curse. I look forward to
shopping with you,” Ashley said, saying her goodbyes. She smiled at him before
looking for Curse.

“Do I even want to know what’s going on between you
two?” he asked, keeping his distance. She grabbed a soda from the cooler, rubbing
her breasts across his arm as she bent down. Bitch was doing it on purpose if
her smile was anything to go by.

“We’re not comparing notes if that’s what you’re
worried about,” she said, smiling.

“You’re going to be the death of me.”

They stood together looking out over the garden. Lexie
was smiling as Devil talked with Vincent. The men were all together, and he
felt humbled to be part of such a large family.

“Do you want to go away with me later?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” She looked at him.

During many barbeques they’d been alone. He stared
across the yard knowing he couldn’t go another night without having her in his
arms. “The hotel we were in a few weeks back. We can go there and have some
fun.” He wanted to sink his fingers into her hair and pull her close.

Holding back the temptation, he sipped at his beer.

“
You’re wanting
to go to the
hotel?”

“I want you alone all to myself.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Devil keeps asking
questions.” She sipped more of her drink. He noticed her nipples were hard
buds.

“Let him ask. This is not about him. It’s about us.”
He grew frustrated at not being able to have her all to himself. “Come with me
tonight, and I’ll fuck you in ways you can’t imagine.”

“You’re driving a hard bargain.”

“No, I’m not. You’re just playing hard to get.”

He reached out to touch her but stopped. Glancing over
the garden he saw no one was paying attention to them. “Well, will you be there
tonight?”

“Yes. What is this?” she asked, stepping in front of
him. Anyone looking their way would think they’re having a normal conversation.

“You tell me.”

“Am I your dirty little secret?”

Ripper leaned forward, invading her space. “Baby, it’s
more like I’m
your
dirty little
secret. I’d tell Devil any time you’re ready.”

Seeing Curse watching him, he stood up and stepped
around her. “Tonight, pack a bag.”

He didn’t give her a chance to argue with him as she
went to mingle with some of his brothers. Pussy and Death were arguing over
stripper duty at the club.

“I’m not going near them. Their claws are going to be
the fucking death of me,” Pussy said.

Trying to get into the conversation, Ripper struggled
to tear his gaze away from Judi. She circled the garden talking with everyone.
In the last two years she’d come out of her shell. He felt their time together
had helped draw her out even further. She really was a beautiful woman. Lexie
came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of ice
lollies
.
Ripper watched Judi grab one, peeling off the wrapper before licking it.

Fuck, his cock thickened at the sight of her plump
lips wrapped around the tip sucking it into her mouth. This was torture, pure
torture.

“Is something going on between you and the Princess?”
Curse asked, stepping up close.

“No, nothing.”
Tearing his gaze away from the action she was giving the
lollie
he promised himself he’d make her pay.

His cock was rock hard, and he looked away from his
brothers so none of them knew he was struggling with his arousal.

“You’d talk to me if something was bothering you,
right?” Curse asked.

“Yeah, sure.”
He took in several gulps of his beer as he looked around the garden.
Shit, fuck, shit
. He needed to get out
of here. He watched Lexie disappear inside. The sound of the telephone ringing
could be heard even over the buzz of the garden party.

Devil had his arm wrapped around Judi’s shoulders as
they talked with Vincent. Phoebe was fingering the bottom of the summer dress
she wore. He liked seeing the curve of her legs. She didn’t wear any heels. Her
legs didn’t need them.

He gripped his empty beer bottle watching the ease
with which Devil touched her. Ripper couldn’t be like that with her. It wasn’t
easy for him to claim her. He had to have the patience for Judi to make the
first move.

Lexie cried out coming toward the door. Her hand was over
her mouth as she looked at Devil.

Silence fell over the garden as they stared at each
other.

“Everyone, get the fuck out,” Devil said, shouting the
words out for all to hear.

Ripper watched his guests look at each other in shock.
They started moving out of the garden leaving them alone.

He watched as Lexie struggled to keep the news inside
as people left. This was club business.

“What the fuck has happened now?” Curse asked.

Glancing at Judi, he saw the fear in her eyes.

“Zero’s been shot,” Lexie said. Her voice rose for
everyone to hear in the garden.

“What? What the fuck are you talking about?” Devil
asked, stepping forward.

Ripper saw her hands were shaking.

“There was a drive by shooting. Zero was hit twice.
He’s in surgery. Tiny doesn’t know if he’s going to make it. Angel.” Lexie
stopped, whimpering.

“What?” Judi asked.

“Angel saw what was about to happen and stepped in
front of Zero before Lash could react. She was shot in the back three times.
It’s a mess, Devil. They need you. There is so much damage.” She looked down at
the phone as if it was cursed.

Ripper watched as Devil went to her.

“Baby, you can’t panic. I will take care of
everything. Nothing is going to happen to anyone.”

“Angel and Zero have been shot. He said others had as well.
Devil, they could die.” Lexie sobbed as she threw her hands around her man.

Fisting his hands, Ripper made his way toward Judi.
Tears were shining bright in her eyes.

“I like Angel. She’s so sweet.” He wrapped his arms
around her not caring what others thought. She was his woman, and she needed
him in those precious moments. Kissing the top of her head, he saw all the men
heading inside.

“Tiny wants you to call him back,” Lexie said, handing
the phone back to him. “It’s urgent.”

With all of his brothers heading into the house, Ripper
cupped her cheek. “Tonight, you’ll come to me?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, without hesitation.

Leaving her side, he walked into the house going
through to the dining room. He closed the door behind him as Devil put the call
through to Tiny.

The phone rang five times before Tiny answered. Over
the line, Ripper heard the sadness in
Tiny’s
voice.

“What’s going on?” Devil asked.

“The doctors had to sedate Lash. He was tearing up the
fucking hospital.” Tiny stopped, and there was muttering heard over the line. “He
was covered in Angel’s blood. Shit, Zero’s really in fucking shit.”

Ripper listened as Tiny brought them up to speed on
the shit that had gone down with Alan. Alan had taken out Angel, and they
didn’t know if she’s going to make it. For the last ten years Zero had been
keeping his friend’s sister hidden. With the recent news doing the rounds about
The Skulls and the damage, this man Alan, the guy Zero was supposed to have
killed had resurfaced.

“You don’t do anything by half do you, Tiny,” Devil
said, looking pissed.

“I wouldn’t ask for help if it wasn’t needed. I’ve got
people dying. Angel, she was a mess, Devil. I can’t let this stand even if Zero
doesn’t make it.”

“Fuck, we’ll be there.”

All the men in the room were in agreement. Ripper
wanted to go to Fort Wills and tear apart whoever had dared to hurt his
friends. Once Tiny and Devil settled on a date, they hung up.

Arms folded over his chest, Ripper watched as Devil
swiped the phone across the room. “Tiny may be the leader of a different MC
group, but he is a friend. I won’t stand for some fucker thinking they can get
the better of us.” Devil looked at Ripper. “You’ll stay here and keep an eye on
our women and the club. I can’t go to Fort Wills and worry about Lex. It’s not
happening. If any of you want to step down then fucking say so now. I’m not in
the fucking mood for you acting later.”

No one spoke up. Devil looked at each of them. “We’ll
be riding tomorrow.”

****

Judi made her way out of the back of her house the
instant she got the text. She knew he’d been busy with club business as Devil
and the boys had been locked in his office for a good few hours. Holding onto
the brackets she jumped down. Lexie and Devil were in their bedroom. Vincent
and Phoebe had taken the kids seeing as this was going to be Devil’s last night
home for a few weeks.

Tucking her loose hair behind her ear, she made her
way out of the back garden and down the road. Ripper was stood at the end of
the road without any lights on. He handed her a spare helmet, which she took
without question. She didn’t like how silent he was being.

Climbing on the back of his bike, she held on tightly
to his stomach as he pulled away, riding in whatever direction he wanted. She
was nervous about what he was going to say or do.