Ryder: MC Biker Romance (Great Wolves Motorcycle Club Book 8) (5 page)

“Yes, oh my God.
Ryder. Yes.” The waves of pleasure went on and on. I was outside my head. I
opened my eyes to find him watching my every move. His eyes drinking me in as I
felt something more intense than I thought possible.

I fell apart under
his hands. I came and yet he was still hard and long. He had me in pieces, and
he was still right there.

He dragged us both
to the shallower part of the beach, and we fell into the sand. Only a thin
layer of water washing over us. I was now on the sand beneath him. I was raw.
Quivering.

I was still trying
to process when he levered over me and supported his body with his own strong
hands. And then ripped apart my world. He split me open with his size, he pounded
and pounded while I felt a new wave of pleasure build. The sand was grinding
into my skin from the bottom while he grinded into me from the top.

“Ryder. Ryder.
Oh.” Was all I could say. But my voice was far away and breathy. He was taking
me over the edge again. This time, I stole a glance at him, and he was still
looking at me intently and with a fire in his eyes. As I crested again, he
thrust in three powerful times. Each one shook me to the bone. And then he
pulled out of me.

It was sudden and shocking,
and I was almost in despair. He came. But outside of me. I realized the logic
of this very quickly. Out in the water, we’d connected and joined together but
without a single word about protection.

He had kept it together,
and I was grateful. I had thrown caution to the wind, but he hadn’t. I was
surprised at my emotions. I felt a keen loss of him inside me the second he left
my body.

I leaned up and
pulled his lips back down to mine.

“You’re incredible,”
he said between kisses.

“I think you
destroyed my brand new bikini.” The tiny thing was in tatters around my breasts,
and the bottoms were now washed up on the beach.

“I’ll buy you
another one,” he said and kissed me again.

He adjusted his
suit.

“Stay here. A
little deeper.” And I got what he meant. I was essentially naked on the shore,
and while we were alone, logic had started to return. I wasn’t about to go
walking up to camp this way. I slid deeper into the water to cover myself in
the event a random camper happened upon us. Ryder went up to camp and then came
back for me. He waded into the water.

He opened a big
plush towel wide and kept it dry above the water.

“Step in Jules.” I
did as he said and he scooped me up in it and then into his arms. He carried me
up and back to our camp and then into the little pup tent.

I took a long look
at him again. He was really a biker God. Tattoos, muscle, and a smile so sexy
it ought to be illegal.

Ryder laid down
next to me in the tent, and I propped myself up on my elbow to appreciate the
scenery.

“So far I can say
this is the best camping trip I’ve ever taken,” he said, and I laughed.

“Yeah? It’s not
too complicated.”

“I suppose. But your
body. Those noises you make when I’m inside you. I’m addicted.” He slid the
towel down below my breasts and kissed me there.

What was going on?
Was I crazy?

“Should we talk
about, uh, anything? This?” I asked as I let him open the towel and run his fingers
across my belly, my hip.

“If you want to.”
He lowered his mouth to my breast. I was raw and sensitive. I gasped as he
sucked hard on it.

“I don’t actually.”

“Okay then.” Ryder
leaned over me. We were going for it again. Oh God…

Ryder

Fucking her in the
water was insane. Beautiful. Hot as hell. Pulling out was necessary. But back
in the tent that wasn’t happening. I had protection, and we were going to use
it.

Yeah,
we should talk. Yeah, she was a runaway
bride from a rival club. Yeah, this was probably complicated. But we could talk
later.

Seeing her in that
towel pushed the idea of talking out of my mind. She laid on my bedroll, her
lips were swollen, her nipples were red from before, and her body was clean and
fresh from the lake. There was no way I wanted to have a conversation.

I used my hands to
rub every inch of her smooth skin. Minutes after watching her gorgeously go to
pieces outside I had her again, writhing next to me, under me, and begging me. Something
about her was more responsive to me than any woman ever had been before. Her
sweet openness wrapped up with her dirty mouth was driving me wild. I’d no
sooner seen her in that bikini than I’d torn it off her. And I would buy her twenty
more just to do it again and again.

She wrapped her
legs around me, and I ran my hands up and down her thighs. She was so perfect.
She had toned thighs, but she was also soft. If I’d have ordered up a sex Goddess
for my birthday, this would be what I’d want to be delivered.

“Fuck me harder
this time,” she said. That dirty mouth revved me up coming from such a sweet
everything else. I was in so fast and hard she screamed.

“You asked for it,”
I said, and I was hard as a rock again. I worried a little that the ground was
too hard beneath her, or I was too much on top of her. That maybe it hurt. But
she wasn’t complaining. Just the opposite. She bit back at me. Hard. I felt her
take my nipples in her mouth, and she licked at my neck. She was as wild as I
was and wanted what I was giving her.

I loved it. This
time, I was prepared, and I took precautions. Nothing was separating me from her
at the critical moment.

She moaned, and I
felt her tightly clench around me. I already knew when she was coming, and it
was now. Her hips rolled against mine. Her eyes are closed. And her breath was
shallow. I thrust in hard and with zero control. In the water, I had to hold
back. This time, I didn’t. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to make sure she
only wanted me.

I was claiming her
with every pulse. I was claiming a woman that in less than twenty-four hours
had turned my world upside down.

I pushed into her
hot center and felt a release so powerful that now I was shaking. I felt her
holding on to me as fucking stars danced in front of me. My orgasm with her was
more incredible than I’d ever had. Better than I could remember with any woman.
In fact, I couldn’t really remember if any other woman even existed since I’d
seen those gray eyes.

I looked down. Had
I crushed her? She was tiny really.

She smiled up at
me.

How the hell was I
so lucky? She’d been dropped down from the God of Chuck Taylors and sex and
onto my bike.

I smoothed her
hair. It was still wet from the lake. I finally pulled out, and she frowned.

“You’re a greedy
little thing,” I said.

“I’m not sorry,” she
said. I loved her for that. Shit. Love?

She situated
herself in the crook of my arm. And we laid like that. I don’t know how long.

I didn’t care. I
could stay like that forever. With Jules. In my little tent by the lake.

And we fucked
again. I didn’t know I had three in a row in me, but she brought it out of me
and more.

Finally, I called
Uncle.

“I’m going to need
food if you want to ravish me again,” I said. Her hair was dry now. The perfect
curls and updo were now replaced with this wavy wild child halo. It was
starting to be easier and easier to see her at art school.

“Me ravish you?”
She said and ran her cheek up my head and onto my Mohawk, she was like a
kitten. I couldn’t withstand her touches without wanting to do it again.

“Yeah, that’s
right. Food.”

“I suppose I’m
starving too,” she said, and I put my hand over her belly and leaned down and kissed
it.

“I hear it.
There’s a monster in there growling princess,” I said to her. She squirmed
under my hand and giggled.

“So you killing
and grilling something?” she asked. She was totally free. No towel or blanket
covering her. And she let me look so I did.

If we didn’t leave
soon, we’d be at it again. I was surprised to find I couldn’t keep my hands or
mouth off her. How had something I didn’t know existed yesterday turn into
something I didn’t want to exist without today? It was a big question that I’d
best put aside.

Food. That was
primary right now.

“No, we’re going
out. If we stay here, we won’t leave the tent.” And I drew her to me to kiss
her again. I cupped her ass in my hands and damned if I wasn’t right. I wanted
her again. She pulled back from the kiss. Thank God. Or I’d starve.

“Okay, well then
give me five minutes to get dressed.”

“Deal.” I found my
jeans and got out fast before it was too late.

And to her word,
five minutes later she was ready to go. She didn’t need the hair, the
eyelashes, and whatever else they’d put on her for her wedding day to make her
look like a princess bride. She was much better with none of it.

“What?”

“You look better
without the hairdo.”

“Yeah, they had me
looking like Barbie Dream Bride yesterday. Can we not talk too much about it?”

“Whatever you want
princess,” I said and meant it.

“Let’s live a few
more hours like I don’t have to worry about the next few days.” She said, and a
look of sadness came over her face that replaced the flower-child art school
sex kitten I’d been enjoying. I sure as hell didn’t want to be the cause of
that frown line between her eyes so I agreed.

“I can do that.” 
I could. This crazy time we were having made it easy for me to make that deal.
A day or two with her and no complications was fine by me. Even though the
complications were out there. Licking their wounds from the ass beating I gave
them.

“So where to,” she
asked me.

“Get on the back
of my bike and I’ll surprise you.”

She looked at the
pup tent, and her bag, she’d been doing that a lot I’d noticed. Whether it was
the jewelry she’d shown me or something else, it had her attention.

“You can leave the
gear I bought you here. But if there’s something that’s worth something in your
bag. Bring it. I’ll lock it in my bike. Safe as anything else.”

“Thanks, Ryder.” She
spent a moment grabbing her small bag, she left the shit I bought her, and she
seemed satisfied with my solution.

We drove to Benton
Harbor’s downtown and then across the river to St. Joseph. I knew it was a big
weekend, as big as small town Michigan got, and that Saturday night’s Blossom
Festival would be in full swing.

We could get food.
I could show her around. Shit. It would almost be like a date. This, of course,
was reverse order, mind blowing sex with a woman who’s just ditched a wedding
dress and then dinner. But whatever.

St. Joseph had food
carts, remnants of floats from the morning parade, and Benton Harbor across the
river had crafting booths and car shows. It was as festive as the towns got all
year.

“What do we have
here?” Jules asked me.

“It is night two
of the Blossom Festival. Benton Harbor and St. Joseph have been putting on the
festival for over one-hundred years. I went to it every year as a kid. Fucked
the Blossom Queen the last time I was in town.”

“Really?” She
looked pissed at that which I was happy to discover.

“Nothing compared
to you,” I said and stole a nibble of her neck as we parked my bike. I was sure
no one would touch it. Around here I was known. Sometimes that was good.
Sometimes it was bad. But no one was going to fuck with my bike.

I locked it up and
took her hand. I had a place in mind for food and a cold one.

We walked, and she
started in with questions.

“So you grew up
here?” she asked.

“You seem
surprised.”

“No, just curious
how you grew up and became a biker.”

“I was always a
grease monkey, cars, bikes, scooters, whatever.”

“But the Great
Wolves?”

“Didn’t have a
daddy for very long, opposite of you. It was mom and me. I was big trouble for
a while. I was sixteen, full of testosterone, over six-feet tall, and ready to
fight with anything. Momma was dating a Great Wolf at the time, and he kicked
my ass at her request.”

“That’s terrible.”

“No, it was good.
I needed it.”

“Wild child, wild
man.” She liked that little turn of phrase. It made her smile. I could get high
off that smile.

We were near an
alley entranceway. I ducked in and yanked her in with me. She didn’t have time
to argue or process it. I watched her chest rise and fall.

“Best to keep that
in mind princess.” I pushed her up against the brick wall and kissed her hard.
I also took a nice long feel of her body from chin to thigh.

“I’m just as wild.
You should keep that in mind.” And she bit my lip and then soothed it with her
own kiss.

“Put up or shut up
princess.” I slid my hand into the short shorts she was wearing and found the
little undies I’d bought her. I tugged hard. I wanted her to know I wanted them
off her. She gasped and leaned her hips up to mine. What the fuck was it with
her? I didn’t want her out of my hands or my sight?

If I didn’t stop,
we’d do it right here in the ally. I kissed her deep, my tongue swirled around
hers. She made one of those little sounds. Shit. I pulled back. Naked in an alley
wasn’t such a great idea, and that’s where I was headed.

I yanked her back
out to the sidewalk, and she followed, hand in mine. She liked it wild. That
was clear and that was fine by me. She also gave as good as she got. I like
that about her. Liked it a lot.

We ate an early
dinner at the Buck’s Burger.

“Oh,
my God! Sweet Potato Fry HEAVEN!”

“You’re a fan?” I
laughed as she put food away in quantities that did not seem possible for her
size.

“Totally. I had
these in Savannah for the first time and am in love.” We ate our burgers and
talked. I told her about my idea for Great Wolves Auto Body.

“We just started
one at my charter in Grand City. If it goes good, I get to expand it to all the
charters. And I get a founder’s cut.”

“Is that big
money?” she asked.

“It could be.
Great Wolves MC is all about coming up with money makers that we can do and
then share with the other charters. Almost every charter has a grease monkey
like me or half a dozen. I want Great Wolves to be the place in each of our
towns for a reliable repair job, oil change, whatever.”

“Sounds
brilliant.”

“I hope so.” She
explained her dreams of designing jewelry and pottery.

“Daddy isn’t too
keen on it. And honestly, I don’t know where to start. But he wasn’t going to
even give me a chance.” I watched that frown come back and the worry.

“Have you ever
tried to sell?”

“No. I had school
and then this medieval wedding situation. I have no idea if anyone but me would
be interested.”

“I have an idea.”

Something about Jules
Maldonado had me stepping out of my normal mode. I couldn’t believe what I was
about to do. I paid the bill and nodded to the owner of Buck’s Burgers.

“Good to see you, Ryder,”
Buck called out to me as we left.

“You too.” I waved,
and we were off out to the street again.

“That hit the
spot. All that sex made me really hungry.”

I laughed at her
bluntness. It was hilarious.

“Me too. Now get
your mind out of the gutter. I want to show you something.” We walked a block
and a half, and there it was. The shop. Looking familiar. Smelling familiar. It
was a page out of my slightly “off” childhood. What the hell was I doing? This
was speed dating or insanity, but here it was. I brought her to the shop.

“Light the Path?”
Jules read the sign to me.

“Yep.”

“What is this
place?” she asked, and I pushed the door open. We entered as the tinkle of
chimes announced our presence. Jules looked at me and around Light the Path.

There were shelves
of crystals on one wall, a rack of new age greeting cards on another. The aroma
of patchouli and who knows what else mixed in blew the burger smell right out
of my nose. There was some new age music on the sound system. Next to the
crystals and mystical bullshit was typical Michigan tourist fair too.