Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC #1) (18 page)

He rubbed a hand over his face. “I can’t say that I won’t go after the Roaming Devils. All I can say is that I’m going to do my best to keep you safe.”

“Then the least you can do is know when to be my father and when to be a cop.”

He nodded. “I can do that. What you told me tonight is between you and me. And you can tell Ryker I respect him greatly for protecting you like that.”

She stood. “He’s not a bad guy. I know you don’t believe me, but he’s not.”

“I know things about him and his club that you don’t know about. We’ll agree to disagree.”

His comment shouldn’t have scared her, but it did. She knew Ryker dabbled in some bad stuff, but not knowing what that was made her pause. What did her father know? What was Ryker keeping from her?

“What do you know?” she asked.

Her father propped his chin on his hand. “If I tell you, I’ll become the bad guy. The messenger always gets the blame.”

“No blame. What do you know?”

“I can’t tell you what we’re investigating, but I know he’s killed people. I know he’s done drugs. Sells drugs. I know he makes his money illegally. I also know that he has a temper. He can get pretty violent. He has sex with any woman that will spread her legs. I know you think you’re in love with him, and maybe he tells you what you want to hear, but I know he gets bored easily. He’s not capable of a real relationship because it was taught to him for his entire life that the club comes before everything else, including women.”

Ella thought about what he’d said. Some of it she already knew. Some made her question Ryker’s sincerity. Was she just another notch on his bedpost? She didn’t want to think so. He never pressured her into anything. He made her feel like she was the only woman in the world for him. Despite everything, she didn’t believe he could fake his feelings toward her. He helped her when she needed it. He’d protected her, taking the blame himself, when his own father wanted her dead. That didn’t seem like someone that would leave her when he grew bored.

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?”

Ella shook her head. “We just have very different views of him.”

“Doesn’t that scare you?” Her father stared at her. “Ryker can be two different people when he has to be. He can’t even come to my house and have dinner with me.” He cleared his throat. “I don’t doubt that he cares for you in his own twisted way, but I don’t really think what you’ve got is exclusive either. I just don’t want you getting your hopes up for something that isn’t really there.”

She nodded and stood, unsure of what to say. He had some very valid points that she needed to address. Hugging him, she leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I think I’m going to bed. I’m sorry I blew up at you at the hospital. I was just really stressed out.”

He hugged her back. “I understand. And you’re forgiven. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have done that. I just wanted to get some evidence that put the evil behind bars, where they belong.”

She nodded. Her father would always be the cop. He wouldn’t change easily but maybe he would adapt slightly if Ryker was in his life. If Ryker actually participated from time to time. Maybe she was destined to be caught between them. She wasn’t unrealistic enough to think they’d be friends, but she did want them to be civil. She didn’t want to have to pick and choose.

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Ryker couldn’t stand being cooped up in the apartment any longer. The more he thought about it, the more he wished he’d gone to dinner with Ella. If for nothing else than to get out and do something. Plus, he would have gotten to sleep with her last night, which was something he missed greatly.

He had to get out today. He needed a fucking haircut more than anything else. And he was going crazy staying cooped up. He was fairly certain he could ride his bike and that was another need he was itching to take care of. It’d been too fucking long since he’d been on two wheels, riding with the wind in his face.

The door opened and he smiled as Ella walked in. He damn near pounced on her, grabbing her from behind and lifting her into his arms. She squealed as he carried her to the bed.

He kissed her as he tugged her shirt up, smoothing his hands along her stomach before unbuckling her jeans. He tore his mouth away to tug them off her hips and down her legs.

“You’re going to hurt yourself.” She ran her hands along his sides.

“I’ll live.” He yanked her jeans off and tugged her ass to the edge of the bed. He went for her shirt next, lifting her up and tugging it off her body. He leaned in to kiss the swell of her breast before pulling the cup down and taking her nipple into his mouth.

“Whoa,” she gasped, clutching his shoulders. “Calm down a minute. Let me catch my breath.”

He pulled back and stared at her. “I’m seriously going to count to sixty seconds.”

She shook her head and took off her bra, tossing it to the floor. “You’re impossible. I haven’t even had coffee yet.”

“Who the fuck needs coffee?” He stared at her while she sat there smiling at him. God he had it bad for her. One fucking day and he was losing his mind.

“Are my sixty seconds over?”

“Almost.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Can you say hi? Maybe tell me that you missed me. Tell me that you love me.”

“Hi. I missed you. I love you.” He hooked his fingers into her panties. “Now can I fuck you?”

She kissed him. “You’re so romantic.”

Romance was for later. Much later. Maybe next week kind of later. Right now, he needed to be inside her. He needed to feel her wrapped around him, her pussy squeezing him. She lay back on the bed and lifted her hips so he could pull her panties off. His shorts came off easily before he angled his cock against her and pushed inside.

“Wait!” She pressed against his chest. “Condom.”

“Fuck.” He moved away from her and went to her bag by the door, digging through it to find a rubber. Once he found one, he ripped it open as he walked back to her, rolling it on with a practiced motion. He moved between her legs and pushed inside her again, damn near groaning at her tightness.

Ella locked her legs around his hips, careful not to push against his side. He held her ass to him, thrusting deep. The angle had her gasping as his cock repeatedly rubbed that one little spot that made women scream. Yeah, he was fucking losing his mind inside her. He could do this for hours and never get enough. He needed her like he needed his next fucking breath. It was almost painful to think about.

Her nails dug into his thighs as she held on to him. How the hell he’d made it that long was beyond him. He’d been half ready to kidnap her from her parents’ house in the middle of the night.

Ella screamed when she came, arching up so that he fit completely inside her, surrounded by her pussy clenching around his cock. Sweat covered her body as he looked down at her. Her nipples were hard from her arousal and he leaned down to taste them. When he’d had his fill, he pulled out of her and rolled her over, lifting her ass up so that he could push his cock inside her again. His thrusts became manic, each one driving him closer to the ragged edge. Ella’s ass jiggled with his harsh movements, and he couldn’t help but clutch it harder, almost enough to cause pain.

“Ella.” He said her name, unable to stop himself as hot cum shot out of him, filling the thin rubber with its sticky essence. He wished they didn’t have the barrier. He wished that he could know what it felt like to have nothing between them.

Ryker let her go, noticing the marks on her ass from his fingers. He withdrew and bent down to kiss where his fingers had been, licking and teasing before he moved to her side.

Ella curled up on her stomach with her eyes closed. “That was wild.”

He didn’t say anything. So much emotion rolled through him that words seemed stupid. He needed her. It seemed ridiculous, but he needed the closeness that they shared. The intimacy of being with her.

“I need some coffee.” She giggled and reached out to him, leaning in to kiss his cheek before moving away.

“Wait.” He pulled her back to him. “I love you. I’m sorry that that was a little rough.”

“You’re amazing.” She kissed his cheek, moving upward toward his ear. “And I like it rough.”

“You’re killing me, Ella.”

“And you’ll die a happy man.” She walked toward the kitchen. “I’m working in poison control today. And since it’s day seven, you’re off the hook for staying in bed all day. You can go do whatever mischief you do with your friends.”

He sat up and pulled the condom off. “Good. I need a fucking haircut.”

He got up and threw the condom away before walking up behind her in the kitchen. He cupped her breasts as he leaned in to kiss the soft skin of her neck.

“What is that coconut scent you wear?”

“Lotion.”

“It makes me want to fucking eat you.”

She smiled, waiting on her coffee. “Please don’t do that.”

He kissed her cheek and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Why aren’t you on the pill?”

“How do you know I’m not?” She glanced over her shoulder.

“Because we use condoms.”

She pulled away from him. “We use condoms because you’ve had unprotected sex with other people and haven’t been tested for STDs.”

He leaned against the counter. “You think I have an STD?”

“Not necessarily. I just don’t know. When you have sex with someone, you sleep with all their prior partners as well. Plus, you used to do drugs. That puts you as a high-risk sexual partner.”

Ryker scoffed, trying not to be offended. He knew how it looked. He had fucked several women without protection. Licking his lips, he thought about all the decisions he’d made. Hell, he’d made so many bad ones in his lifetime. So many regrets.

“If I get tested will that make things better for us? I’m not fucking anyone but you.”

“You don’t want to use condoms?”

“No.” He didn’t mean to pout, but it came out that way. He rubbed a hand over his face. “It’s simple, right? I don’t have to stay or anything?”

She glanced over at him. “You act like it’s the end of the world. But to answer your question, it’s virtually painless, not to mention responsible adult behavior for someone that is sexually active and having unprotected sex with multiple partners.”

She poured herself a mug of coffee. “You’ve had sex with women that have had sex with other men. The club shares them unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. It’s responsible to use condoms and get tested.”

“Okay, okay.” He took her coffee and sipped. “Can you do it today?”

She frowned. “Yes.”

“Good. Let’s do it. How long for the results?”

“Usually a week or two.”

He sagged against the counter. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“You’re pouting like an overgrown child, you know that?” She sipped her coffee.

“You’re seriously going to force me to wear those damn things for two more weeks?” He folded his arms over his chest. “I’ve never had a woman make this big of a fuss over using a condom.”

He’d never had a woman tell him no before. Never really thought about the consequences of his actions all that much either. Sex was always something he did. He was high enough in the ranks of the club that women begged him to fuck them, and when he did, none of that stuff really mattered. The fact that Ella brought it up was slightly embarrassing. Every horror image shown in health class flashed through his mind. She was right. He needed to have been more responsible.

She arched an eyebrow. “You want to take sex off the table completely?”

He didn’t. God, he could barely control himself around her. It fucking sucked, but what could he really do? He was starting to understand what his grandfather had always told him. Women had power over men. The men fucking gave it to them without really even noticing. And the women usually got their way.

Ryker knew he could end it if he wanted. He could go to the club and fuck the first chick he saw. He may even be able to do it without Ella knowing. But that wasn’t even remotely what he wanted. He wanted her. She had power over him and he was helpless to stop it.

Breaking up with Ella was not an option.

“You fight dirty.”

“And I always win.” She gripped his cheeks and pulled him to her for a kiss.

He held her, wrapping his arms around her body. “I fucking love you too much for it to be any other way.”

She set her coffee down and wound her arms around his neck. “For what it’s worth, I missed you last night. I just about froze to death sleeping by myself. I missed your warmth.”

He smoothed his hands along her back. “I live to keep you warm at night.”

“Shut up.” She laughed. “You’re impossible this morning.”

“I missed you too. Who else is going to press their cold feet against my ass?”

She shook her head. “That’s mean.”

“Nah. Being mean is telling you not to.” He lifted her so that she sat on the counter and moved between her legs. He knelt down so that he could lick her pussy. “But I’m crazy, stupid in love with you, and I think you know you can pretty much do whatever the hell you want to me. I’m not going to tell you no.”