She made a face. “And that’s your final decision?
He nodded.
She gave him the strangest look that he couldn’t quite read. “So be it,” she said.
So be what? Ominous sounding shit, but he didn’t want to know right now. He had other, more pressing needs to attend to at the moment. Since the argument had ended in his eyes, he locked the boardroom door and shut off the lights. That should do it, for a bit of privacy. No one would be able to see them in the darkness.
He prowled towards her and she backed up, thighs hitting the table.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m done fighting for the night. Remember when I said I’d fuck you on this table?”
“Yes,” she snapped.
“Last time, you were too scared, but I think you want it now.”
“You can’t be serious. I feel like smacking you.”
He chuckled. “Well, darlin’, I feel like that smacking that fine ass of yours, so I guess we’re even.”
With that, he grabbed her and bent her over the table. Face down. Ass up. Just the way he liked her, but instead of protesting, she moaned a little. Good, he hadn’t wanted to gag her. He had other, better, uses for her mouth. He flipped her modest skirt up to reveal a pair of lacy white panties. So virginal. God damn, this naughty librarian thing turned him on.
He yanked the panties down around her ankles and then pulled them off and brought them to his nose. Fuck. A hint of her lavender perfume and the sweet scent of her pussy. He tucked them in his pocket. He planned to keep those in his nightstand for some cold comfort. She braced her hands on the wood, but didn’t protest.
“Oh God damn, you
are
wearing the butt plug I gave you. Very good girl.” The pink jewel glistened between the full cheeks of her succulent ass. He couldn’t help but push the end of it in a bit further, making her moan in response.
“Did you think of me when you put it in?” He grasped the end of it pulled it slowly out and then pushed in, one smooth motion that had her hips bucking against him and then he gave her a good whack on the bottom. “Tell me.”
“Yes, damn you!”
That
news made his cock buck in his pants. He wanted to yank the plug out, plunge his dick in, but not just yet.
She made him feel so greedy it almost scared him. The thought of Carl or Shepherd or any man touching what belonged to him drove him insane. He had no right to feel like that about her. That possessive shit wasn’t like him at all. He liked being a free agent. Fucking as he pleased. While he enjoyed pussy, he never gave a shit about any of the girls.
Wham, bam, and leave me the fuck alone.
But something in him wanted to own her, keep her as his. He’d never felt that way about a woman and it rocked him to his motherfucking core.
And seeing her like this made him fantasize…
His brothers normally gave their old ladies a club symbol of some sort, a horse necklace or ring, or even a cut with a property patch on it, stating that she belonged to a specific biker. He hated to admit it but, he wanted to mark her somehow. Seeing her like this, bent over for him, she was vulnerable and begging to be mounted. He wanted something permanent on her. Something she could never take off. Like his name tattooed on her ass cheek.
Property of Ryker
. That way he could see it when he fucked her from behind; run his hand along it as he filled her tight cunt or better yet, her luscious peach of an ass. His cock jerked again.
Damn. I’m going to blow and I haven’t even gotten inside her yet.
He pushed a finger between her legs, nothing but hot wetness. Good. Fighting had turned her on too. She widened her stance, gave him even deeper access.
So hot. Her pussy turned to liquid for him. “Love how wet you are, how much you want me.”
Mine.
“Oh God.” She shuddered, arching her hips up and surging against his questing fingers. He grabbed a condom from his jeans pocket and then hesitated as he stared at her. He wanted to be inside all the hot wetness without a barrier between them. He needed to feel every snug inch of her surrounding his cock.
But the likelihood of that happening right now was nil, so he decided to not push it. For the moment at least.
With a growl, he put the condom on and then he surged into her, filling her pussy and pounded her hard, one hand braced on the back of her neck. Holding her down. Not that she tried to get away; she keened, rocking against him, and then finally came with a shuddering wail. He shouted his release a minute later, finishing much sooner that he’d intended.
After a few minutes, he came to his senses. Now that the fever subsided, he could think clearly again.
“That was a good way to make up after a fight.” He pulled out, stuffed his cock back in his pants.
“Hate to break it to you,” she grouched. “But we didn’t have make up sex. We argued and ended up screwing.” She stood up, obviously flustered and still pissed.
Shit.
“
Call it what you want. I thought it was pretty fucking fantastic.” He cleared his throat. “Now, this Carl issue had to be solved. Tell me where that asshole lives and I will take care of your problem. I’ll round up a couple of my brothers and we’ll change his mind. Tonight.”
“
I don’t need you to take care of it. It’s over and done with it. I made it clear.” She smoothed her clothes and checked her buttons.
He hoped so, but if Carl touched her again? He was in for a world of hurt. “Damn, but you are a stubborn woman!”
Pinky rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and you are so easy going. I don’t want you to get involved.” She glanced up at him hopefully. “But there is
something
I want you to do.”
“
And what’s that?” He braced himself for another fight over the ownership of his dick.
“
The Red Bud festival is tomorrow.” She bit her lip. “I thought you could go with me. Might be fun.”
“
The what?” Now that was some shit that he hadn’t expected. She wanted him to go to a garden party?
“
The Red Bud festival. It’s a fair. There’s music, food, some arts and crafts. I love it and I go every year and I thought we could go together. Before you answer, keep in mind that like a half an hour ago you were all over two other women.”
Shit.
Guilt prodded him to say yes, but he didn’t exactly belong at some kind of citizen function. He had to talk her out of this. “Fine. I’ll take you, but I want you to wear the outfit I gave you the other day. Deal?”
A grin tugged at her lips. An evil one. She cocked her head to the side. Kinda hot. “Oh, believe me, it’s a deal.”
Fuck me.
She agreed to it.
“Seriously?” He raised a brow. He’d been convinced that she’d back down and he’d swoop in with a counter offer that suited him better. He’d been planning on a totally different evening. Instead of a boring night mixing with townies, he’d spend the night inside her warm pussy.
“
Deadly serious. I want you to remember this was your idea, not mine. Pick me up at six. I’ll be tarted up and ready.” With that, she headed out the door and didn’t look back.
Ryker had an awful feeling, he’d just fucked up again.
Chapter Twelve
I’m going to castrate all of them.
Revenge is a cold-eyed bitch. Elizabeth paid him back for dancing with other women, by turning a few heads herself. Ryker must have been out of his mind when he agreed to come to a citizen fair with her.
He had hoped she would chicken out and he’d end up appreciating all of her charms in the privacy of his bed, but she’d called him on his bluff and now every guy at the fair got an eyeful of his woman. From horny teenage boys to geriatrics, she turned them all on.
And it was his own fucking fault.
While he hated the extra attention she received, he had to admit that she was a sight to behold. Hell on black high heels. The red top stretched over her bust, revealing the deep valley between her tits. The silver buttons strained to keep them contained. He had dueling urges. One, to rip the flimsy fabric right off her and see what kind of bra she wore and the other to throw his cut over her shoulders and drag her ass out of this place.
Her tiny black skirt barely covered her shapely ass. It rested right above the tops of her thighs. She’d attempted to cover up some of the exposed flesh with two black thigh highs, but that only showcased her bared skin and gave the outfit more of a bedroom feel. Adding to the sexpot vibe, she’d outlined her pouty mouth with red lipstick and added the color to her fingertips and toenails for good measure.
God damn.
She looked like a centerfold from a nudie mag and he bet more than one guy would be picturing her tonight as he fucked his own palm.
What’s more? She seemed to enjoy the male attention, even provocatively bending over tables so he had to stand behind her, keeping a crowd of horny dickheads away, all of them hoping to peep up her skirt.
“What do you think?” she asked, looping her arm through his as they walked between the various stalls.
“Mostly? I’m thinking about getting my cock inside you again.” He slyly tucked his dick back against his body.
Again
. It seemed to have a mind of its own around her. Thank God for his cut, which mostly covered it. He’d been hard as a baseball bat since she walked out to meet his bike like a wet dream come to life.
“I meant the fair!” She blushed and slapped his arm playfully, but he could see the small, pleased smile tugging at her lips.
“Oh, that? Not bad. Good music. Better eats.” He shrugged. It could have been worse. They had an 80s rock band in the pavilion and the group had been working through Bon Jovi’s hits all night. They threw in a bit of Kiss and Van Halen now and then and the fair food didn’t suck. He’d had a couple of beers, two ribs, a corn dog, and an elephant ear. Nothing like Voodoo’s home cooking, but pretty tasty.
He liked redbud trees as much as the next guy, but he usually blew past them doing 80 on the interstate. Never would have thought to throw them a party.
He’d never understand citizens and their crazy ways.
“You about ready to go, darlin’?” They’d seen everything. They’d checked out all of the crafts, listened to the music, ate the food. As far as he could tell, they’d played this scene out.
“Hardly. I want to stay for the fireworks.” She patted his arm. “You had better suck it up and get used to the idea of staying a bit longer.”
Fuck me. I’ll die of blue balls before then.
“I’m not the only one who is going to be sucking something tonight,” he warned. Little tease. If she kept this up, he’d throw her over a table and screw her in front of the whole town.
They’d have to turn a hose on them to get him to stop.
“Is that warning?”
He grinned. “More like a promise.”
Laughing, she steered him to yet another endless row of crafts. As she bent over to examine a silver necklace, he noticed one bold asshole examining every single inch of her legs. The dickhead actually reached down and adjusted his package while staring at his woman.
While other men had ogled her, they had kept their glances discrete, even a bit respectful. Only a twice over and then the bastards moved on, always nodding to Ryker after they had done so. Can’t blame a man for noticing such a hot ass, but getting a hard on while you eye fucked another man’s possession? Hell no! Way too much of an insult to ignore.
Elizabeth, mind on her jewelry hunt, seemed oblivious and he went over to set the guy straight.
He strolled over and got in his face. “What the hell do you think you are doing, dickhead?”
The dumbass grinned. “Staring at my former girlfriend and believe me, I’ve seen a lot more of her than that.”
He couldn’t believe his good fortune. Dipshit, in the motherfuckin’ flesh. “Let me guess. Carl, right?”
The other man nodded.
He looked the guy up and down, not impressed. Dipshit hardly seemed like her type. Tall and not homely? Sure. But boring as shit. He had no ink or piercings. Worse, the dude actually wore khaki pants. Nothing there but some stale ass white bread.
“You must be the biker?” Dipshit asked.
He bared his teeth in what passed for a smile. He had learned long ago to keep calm in a confrontation. Usually scared the ever livin’ shit out of your opponent. “Name’s Ryker. She tell you about me?”
“I heard a rumor she was, uh,
dating
a biker. Apparently, my Elizabeth has a wild streak. Never knew that about her.” He glanced over Ryker’s shoulder. Still eyeing Pinky like she currently twirled on a pole with Benjamins stuffed in her thong.