Sweet Perdition (15 page)

He stepped to the side, blocking his view. He had to hand it to white bread. Bold move, continuing to stare at his woman, and then refusing to back down. Carl probably counted on the crowd around them to keep him in check.

Big mistake.

He didn’t give a piss if he had another assault charge on his record. Far as he was concerned, punching this dumbass in the face would be a public service. “Yeah, she’s
my
Elizabeth now. Heard you got married. Congrats. Where’s the missus? I’d love to congratulate her.” More like offer condolences. He got closer, backing the fool up a foot or two.

Dipshit’s eyes darkened and his hands curled into fists. He would bet money, he’d never been in a fight before. “She’s busy.”

“Yeah, I bet she’s too busy to notice you slipped out. She mentioned you’d stopped by her work the other day.” He got even closer, kept his voice low. Deceptively friendly. “I’d find another library, Carl. All sorts of accidents happen to guys like you at the one in town, or better yet? Buy your books on Amazon. Trust me, it’s much safer that way.”

“Carl!” Elizabeth shouted as she ran over to them, her face flushed, eyes wide. She placed herself between Dipshit and himself.

“Hey, babe,” Carl said. “Good to see you.”

“Really?” Pinky asked. “Because I told you I never wanted to see
you
again.”

He jerked his head in the other man’s direction. “Yeah, I told Carl here the library is a dangerous place for him.”

Dipshit ignored him and stared at his woman. “I hoped I’d run into you tonight.”

He didn’t buy that story for a minute. Carl had come here to stalk her. He’d seen this shit play out before. You might say the club specialized in helping stalkers see the error of their creepy ways.

“Did you?” She said brightly, and then focused on Ryker. “Well, we gotta go. We have an, um, thing later on tonight.” She tugged on his arm, trying to pull him away.

He refused to budge. Not like she could make him move either. He smirked at her former boyfriend “Yeah, we gotta go. Places to go. Nasty things to do. Maybe explore that wild side of hers tonight,” he said quietly, relishing the way Carl’s nostrils flared in protest. “Have yourself a real good night. I know I will.”

Then, he towed her to his bike. She remained silent and from the way she stomped across the grass, he could tell she was pissed. Good, he was pissed too. More the fucking merrier.

The sun had begun sinking in the sky. They’d parked behind a copse of trees, at the far end of the field and the lot was nearly empty. Most people had either cleared out or gathered around the pavilion to see the fireworks.

As soon as they reached the bike, she stopped and placed her hands on her hips. “What the hell, Ryker?”

“Just takin’ care of business, Pinky, and marking my territory.” He grabbed his brain bucket from the back of the bike and held hers out but she pushed it away.

“I asked you not to get involved. I told Carl we were over. You didn’t need to threaten him,” she gritted out

He snorted. “Yeah. He listened to you real good. That dickhead was panting after you.”

“Well, it’s
my
problem. Not yours.”

“I didn’t go looking for him, darlin’ and when he showed up, I had to let him know whose turf he was on.”

She got closer to him, planted her feet apart and poked him in the chest. “Which brings me to another point, I don’t like being treated like property. I don’t belong to you. You made it clear the other night with the blond boob twins.”

“Shit, not this again,” he ground out. “I told you, I didn’t fuck either of them.”

“No, you didn’t fuck them last night, but it doesn’t mean you won’t tonight. Or the next night, or the night after that.”

His eyes widened.
Damn.
Pinky dropped the F bomb, she was seriously pissed. He took a deep breath and tried to explain this to her again. “I told you, you aren’t my old lady, so—”

“So, you are free to fuck everything that moves,” she said tiredly. “I get it. But you know what?”

He could feel a muscle jump in his jaw. “What?” he ground out.

“If we’re just casual? It means
I
get to screw anything that moves too,” she said, chin jutting out. “I could even sleep with Carl if I wanted to.”

He thought his head might explode.

No way, any other man would touch his woman. Especially not a white bread dumbass. She had to get that shit straight. Right now.

He grabbed her, bent her over the seat of his bike. Then, he shoved her legs apart, pushed the crotch of her tiny panties aside, and pushed two fingers up inside her.
His cunt.
She was wet. Like he knew she would be. “It’s time you understood somethin’, Pinky. This pussy might be between your legs, but it really belongs to me.”

“Get it through your thick head, you stupid Neanderthal. I don’t belong to you!” she cried. Yet her body responded to his, moaning as he fingered her.

“You will be,” he promised. “All of you will be mine.” Just fingering her wasn’t enough, not by a longshot. He needed to fuck her.
Now.
He’d been teased passed his breaking point. Ryker undid his fly.

“Here? You can’t be serious?!” She tried to get up, but he kept a hand on her lower back. Pressing her down. Shit, he wanted to keep her like bent over his bike and ready to receive his cock whenever the urge hit him.

“Yeah. Here. Anywhere I choose, Pinky. I don’t see why I should have to wait.” He
couldn’t
wait, in fact. His cock felt like a branding iron in his pants. He needed to fuck her hot wet cunt into submission. Fill it with his cum. Until Elizabeth accepted the inevitable. He owned her ass. She should make peace with that.

“No, I don’t—” she began to protest.

He cut her off. “Shut up. I don’t want you to think right now. Hold on to Lucy.”

She did as he asked and he couldn’t help but admire his handiwork.
God damn, what a sight.

His woman bent over his bike.
His
woman. He whistled as he took in her ass, all luscious, round and spankable. The pink diamond glimmered between her cheeks.
All mine.
And today, he’d take what belonged to him. But first things first. He turned his attention to the sweet pussy puffed out for him. He stroked her and she moaned in response, giving in.

“That’s more like it. I get to enjoy both of my girls at the same time.”

Her shoulder’s shook and he could almost hear the laughter in her voice. “You didn’t just say that.”

“Don’t be jealous, darlin’. Yours is the only tailpipe I’m gonna fill. Lucy gives me a great ride, but she doesn’t have your curves.”

She sucked in a breath when he pressed a bit harder. “Damn you! Don’t do when I’m so pissed at you I could scream.”

“Quit your bitching. We both want this, let’s fight about it later.” He gave her a smack on the ass.

She yelped and not in pain either. He reached for a condom and thought better of it. Why the hell should he wear one to fuck the pussy he had taken ownership of?

With a grin, he released himself, stroked his cock a couple of times. It was gonna feel so damn good. Nothing but sleek wetness around him. All his.

“Are you going to put a condom on?” she asked, turning around.

He refused to answer her, surging into her and filling her up with his cock. She felt so good, so tight around his dick.
Christ
. Felt like coming home.

He draped her even further over his bike, for leverage, and then pounded her pussy. Really went to town on it. His balls slapped against her ass. Jesus! Why had he ever agreed to wear one of those fucking things? The intense sensation alone, nearly made him cum. He’d never been inside a woman without a condom. He’d been too wary of would-be baby mommas to ever trust a hellion. But now? He would never use one with her again.

She seemed to be loving it too, moaning and gasping for air as she met his thrusts. Her gorgeous ass shook as he pounded her and he angled his pelvis a little, hitting her G spot and it didn’t take long before she came with a wail, gushing for him.

He wasn’t quite ready to blow yet. He had something else to claim. He pulled his cock free of her and then eased the plug out of her ass. Gently so he wouldn’t hurt her. She moaned, too spent to protest. He pushed his hand between her thighs once more.
Fuck.
She was soaked for him, her pussy absolutely drenched. One of the best things about Pinky? Was her wetness. She had the creamiest little cunt he’d ever seen. He lubed her ass with her own juices, sliding a finger in to ease the way, coating her liberally. He even slathered some on his own dick.

“Ryker, I —”

“Shh, Pinky. I don’t want you to think, darlin’. You think too damn much for your own good. Just
feel.”
He eased the tip of his cock in and pushed beyond the ring of muscles. He groaned as her sleek flesh gave way, allowing him entrance. She whimpered, arching against Lucy.
Damn.
The urge to fuck
her hard nearly overwhelmed him, but he couldn’t ride her ass the way he wanted. Not yet, anyway, or he’d tear her. This was only a taste.

Not like he’d last long anyway. Too tight.
Too damn good.

He slid in and out slowly, gently, letting her adjust to him a little. Then, a bit faster. Her inner muscles bared down on his cock, stroking him. He slid home one last time and then came hard.

Then, he emptied himself into her for what felt like forever. When it was over, he pulled out, and he couldn’t resist brushing a bit of the cum left on his cockhead on her tight little hole.

And then the afterglow ended.

She jumped off the bike and pulled her skirt down, wildly glancing around, but no one had seen them. The fireworks thundering overhead had captured everyone’s attention.

Not that he gave a shit if they’d had an audience. Ryker held out his arms to her. “Come here, darlin’.”

She hugged herself and kept her distance. “Hey, I’m kinda tired. Can you take me home?” Usually, she clung to him after sex. She kissed him, touched him, and wanted to be in his arms but not now. She seemed to want nothing to do with him.

He shook his head. “That’s fine, Pinky. We can go to sleep when we get back to my place, then. I want you with me tonight.”
And every night.

“
Yeah, well, I have an early morning and I want to go home.” She grabbed the helmet and stuck it on her head. “I need some alone time.”

He flinched, as though she’d struck him.

“
Elizabeth, you okay?” Something was up. She wouldn’t even glance at him.

“
No,” she bit out. “I’m fine.”

Dammit all to hell.

When a woman said she was “just fine”, according to his mother, you had screwed up. Big time.

Then, he realized the mistake. He’d claimed her as his own, while telling her he intended to keep fucking other women and then, to make matters worse, he’d bent her over the bike like a dirty hellion. He’d screwed her in full view of any citizen who would happen to wander near. To add to the shit storm, he hadn’t worn a condom with her either, or asked her permission. He’d been too worked up about marking her, claiming her.

No wonder she was pissed at him. She deserved better than that.

“
Do you want to talk about it?” he offered.
What a pansy ass thing to say.
But anything, even a girly feelings talk, had to be better than her cold withdrawal. He had to fix this shit, before it got out of hand and he lost her.

“
There’s nothing to talk about,” she muttered. “Let’s go.”

He opened his mouth to speak and then slammed it shut. Hell, if he knew how to handle this kind of situation. He wanted to say something,
anything,
but the words wouldn’t come. So instead, he climbed on the motorcycle and took her home.

Despite the warm weather, it was a cold, lonely ride.

Chapter Thirteen

Elizabeth was in a foul mood at work the next night.

She’d spent most of her shift hunched over a desk slogging through a round of tedious cataloging and labeling at the library. She preferred the days where she actually got to interact with the public. She loved to check out books and see what other people were reading and make recommendations to them.

And God knows the night before had been a special sort of craptastic.