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Ryker

The gorgeous girl I’d taken back to my motel about a week before still haunted me.

The Dixie Reapers had been more than welcoming, and I’d had more club pussy shoved at me than I knew what to do with, but they just didn’t interest me.

I couldn’t bring myself to fuck someone so thoroughly used after having my very own virgin for an entire night.

Not to mention they all looked worn around the edges and wore so much makeup it looked like a mask.

I wondered where my little ex-virgin was and what she was doing now.

Hell, I wondered who she was doing now. Someone that sensual, that sexy, wouldn’t exactly be lounging around her house on a Friday night.

I might have been her first, but now that I’d popped that cherry, I had no doubt she’d be looking for her next hook-up.

Maybe I should have made sure she had my number before she ran off.

I didn’t know how long I would be in town, but we could have had some fun.

And maybe I could have talked her into going home with me, if I ever went back home.

Being the son of the President of a club just wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.

Everyone had assumed I’d follow in Dad’s footsteps and take over one day.

And hell, maybe I would. I never wore my cut, but I had one.

I was wearing it now just because I was hanging with another MC, but it generally stayed buried in my bag when I was on the road.

There was a sense of freedom in just being an average guy and not Trent Storme’s kid.

I’d joined the Marines and served twenty years in an attempt to distance myself from that life, but the minute my dad had heard I was coming home, he’d enlisted my help.

I could have been an asshole and turned him away, but he’d seldom asked me for anything.

So I’d agreed to check out the Dixie Reapers and see if they were the kind of club Dad might be interested in.

So far, everything seemed fine. There didn’t seem to be any drugs in the clubhouse, and even though they did have club sluts like every other MC I’d seen over the years, they weren’t into selling women.

From what Torch and his VP had told me, they made a good bit of their money off arms deals, and while I’d speculated that they might be running drugs, the members seemed clean.

I’d found that clubs who dealt in drugs had a tendency to sample the product, and that wasn’t happening here.

Couldn’t fault them for the arms deals, though.

There was good money in guns. A lot of clubs were into a lot worse.

I sipped my beer and winced when I realized it had gotten warm.

Pushing it away, I decided to step out for some fresh air.

A few guys were smoking on the porch so I kept walking.

The Dixie Reapers were welcoming enough, but I preferred spending my nights with a woman in my bed, not running my mouth with a bunch of bikers.

If I went back home, I’d have to get used to it.

No way my dad wouldn’t demand my presence at the clubhouse on a regular basis.

I’d avoided his life for so long, but I didn’t know how much longer I could keep running.

It was nearly pitch-black outside, the moon and stars hiding behind the clouds that had rolled in over the last hour.

I was so busy staring up at the sky, I didn’t see the other person slinking along in the dark, until soft curves plowed into me.

Instinctively, my arms went around her and held her against my chest. Had to be a woman with those perky breasts and rounded hips.

Maybe my night was looking up. I didn’t think a club slut would be prowling around out here, but the luscious body pressed against me was mighty damn tempting.

“Sorry,” she said, trying to free herself from me.

Wait. I knew that voice. My arms tightened, not wanting to let her go. “Laken?”

Startled eyes met mine. “Ryker.”

I didn’t know what she was doing in the compound, or why she was sneaking around, and I didn’t much care.

I was going to consider it a miracle that I’d found her again.

And she felt damn good in my arms. The white tank, booty shorts, and flip-flops were a contrast to what she’d been wearing the last time I’d seen her, but she was still sexy as fuck.

If anything, I think I liked this look on her even better.

Not that either compared to having her naked in my bed.

“I shouldn’t be here,” she murmured, pushing against my chest.

I refused to let go, though. No way was she slipping through my fingers again.

“I think you’re right where you’re supposed to be.”

“I can’t be caught here,” she said, trying to twist away from me again.

I didn’t understand why she couldn’t be here.

Had she snuck into the compound? And if so, who had she been looking for?

If she wanted to get down and dirty with a biker, I was more than happy to oblige.

The way she’d screamed my name last time I didn’t think she’d have any objections to another round.

It wasn’t unheard of for a woman to come back begging for more.

My fellow Marines had called me the pied piper of pussy, and for good reason.

Once the ladies knew what I was packing, they followed me around just waiting for another taste.

Sometimes I was nice enough to indulge them, especially the ones with talented tongues.

My cock was already hard and pressing against my zipper, just thinking about getting inside her again.

From the way her nipples were poking against me, it was safe to say the attraction wasn’t one-sided.

But I didn’t have a place on the compound where I could take her.

They’d offered me a room inside the clubhouse, but I didn’t want to parade her through there, especially if she wasn’t supposed to be here.

I could put her on the back of my bike and go back to the motel, but the Prospect at the gate would still see her.

For whatever reason, she wanted to hide.

“Come on,” I said, taking her hand and leading her around the back of the clubhouse.

It was even darker back there, and I found a spot where no one would be able to see us.

The music was pulsing inside, and we could hear the sounds of everyone partying.

And then some. From the pounding and cries of pleasure on the other side of the wall, it sounded like someone else was getting their dick wet.

I pressed her back against the building and before she could utter a protest, I claimed her lips in a kiss that was sure to melt her panties.

Or better yet, make them come off. Assuming she was wearing any.

I slid my hand down and cupped her ass, giving it a squeeze.

Nope. No panty lines. It seemed my sexy ex-virgin had something against undergarments, and I fucking loved it.

Just gave me easier access whenever I wanted to fuck her.

Maybe we could make this a regular thing for however long I was here, even if it meant meeting in the dark away from prying eyes.

I eased her shorts over her hips, and she gasped as they fell down around her ankles.

Pulling up her tank top, I leaned down to lick and tease her pretty nipples, until she was fisting my hair and begging for more.

I felt her tremble and knew she wanted me.

She might be inexperienced, but Laken was a wildcat when it came to sex. Like she was made for fucking.

I unfastened my belt and pants, eager to get inside her again.

“Step out of your shorts,” I told her.

She did as I commanded, her blue gaze fastened on mine, shining even in the darkness with complete trust in her eyes.

I wasn’t sure I’d earned that trust, or deserved it, but it did something to me.

I reached for her, gripping her thighs and lifting her.

I urged her legs around my waist, wanting inside her so damn bad.

That sweet pussy of hers opened, and I couldn’t wait another moment.

I sank into her, groaning at how perfect she felt.

I cupped her ass with my hands as I thrust into her, each stroke going deeper and harder.

Her nails bit into my shoulders as I fucked her, not holding back even a little.

I knew she could take it, could take me.

Her pussy welcomed my cock, getting wetter by the minute.

“Fucking missed this,” I murmured, kissing the side of her neck.

“Ryker,” she said, my name a sigh on her lips.

“You been with anyone else?” I asked, stopping for a moment. Maybe I should have wrapped my dick, but this was Laken. And after taking her bare the first time, I didn’t want to have her any other way. We hadn’t discussed the morning-after pill before, but I’d be sure to say something this time.

“No. Just you.”

I kissed her, our tongues tangling. “Good.”

“Wh-what about you?” she asked, looking uncertain.

“No one but you, sugar.”

She smiled, and the happiness shining in her eyes told me I was fucked, but it was too late now.

I started thrusting again, and I didn’t stop until she’d come twice, her juices soaking the both of us.

My dick was still hard, and my balls were full, but I was wishing we had a bed.

There were things I wanted to do to her, things I couldn’t make happen out here in the open, pressed up against a building.

I’d fucked her ass twice the other night, and I wanted to do it again.

Her pussy was tight, but fuck! Her ass was even tighter, and I’d damn near come the second I’d gotten inside her.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

I drove into her until I finally let loose, my cum filling her.

My cock twitched inside her, and as her pussy squeezed me, I knew that once again I would need her more than the one time.

I didn’t know what it was about Laken, but she bewitched me.

Whenever my cock got anywhere near her, I just wanted to fuck her until we both passed out.

My time here was coming to a close, but I didn’t like the thought of leaving her behind.

What would she think if I asked her to go with me?

I needed to report back to my dad, but then we could go anywhere we wanted.

We could stay with the Hades Abyss, or we could move on.

Make our home anywhere in the world. I had connections in several states here, and a few in other countries.

My heart hammered in my chest. Was I seriously thinking of keeping her? Sure, I liked to get my dick wet, but I hadn’t had a girlfriend since high school. Was that what I wanted from Laken? Or was she just a really good fuck that I wasn’t ready to let go of just yet?

“I need to go,” she said. “You can’t tell anyone you saw me here.”

“Laken, I…”

She squirmed until I pulled out of her and set her back down on her feet.

She jerked her shorts up and straightened her top before running off into the night.

I didn’t know what the fuck to think and ran a hand through my hair.

It only took a moment before I decided to follow her.

Just to make sure she was all right, or so I told myself.

Truth was, I needed to know why she was here.

Had she come looking for me? Did she somehow know who I was?

Fuck! I’d forgotten again to tell her to take the morning-after pill.

I was so fucked if she didn’t take one without any prodding. Or was that her game plan?

Maybe it had been a play to get into bed with me.

Had I fallen into her hands? I’d tried to keep it quiet, that I was Trent Storme’s son, but there were club sluts everywhere and groupies outside of the club who just wanted to get it on with a biker.

I didn’t think in the darkness she’d been able to read my cut, and even if she had, she likely wouldn’t have recognized my road name.

I hadn’t pegged Laken as being a club slut, but what if I was wrong?

I paused and decided to let her go. No, I wasn’t going to play into her hands.

If she came back, if she found me again, then I’d question her.

And maybe I would stick around a while longer.

If for no other reason than to find out what her endgame was.

Would just any biker do, or did she want me specifically?

Fuck, women could be so damn complicated.

And they were damn sneaky and conniving too.

I’d thought Laken was different, but what if she wasn’t?

I’d had enough for the night. Walking back to my bike, I climbed on and decided to just ride until my mind cleared.

Nothing was better for the soul than a ride at night, the wind blowing in my hair, the thrum of my bike between my legs.

And if that didn’t sort me out, then I was well and truly fucked.