Sweet Perdition (5 page)

For some reason those words caused his heart to kick in his chest. At this point in a sexual encounter, he usually made a hasty exit, but he didn’t have the heart to hustle her out of here.

For some reason, it felt damn good to have her close.
Right
, somehow. He tucked the covers around them both and as Ryker drifted off, he dimly realized this was the first time he’d actually slept next to a woman.

***

She knew immediately she hadn’t woken up in her own bed. There were a few clues. For one thing, she didn’t own black sheets, or a Harley Davidson blanket. For another, she didn’t have a poster of a nearly naked chick crouching over a motorcycle either. The girl in question seemed to be giving a handlebar a blow job.
Ick.

Then it hit her.

She’d slept with Ryker. Last night hadn’t been some delicious sex dream. She had to smother a laugh, elated at her own boldness and the incredibly seductive rewards it brought.

Not such a good girl anymore, huh?

She glanced over to find the biker in question lying next to her, bare-chested except for his Four Horsemen pendant necklace. His black hair was tousled and he breathed evenly. Still asleep. She wanted to brush the strands from his forehead, kiss his mouth.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, scuttling across the wood like a crab, and she snatched it up so it didn’t disturb him. She found an email from work, and worse, a message from Carl. No, wait, Dipshit.
Yeah, that’s his new name.

Carl:
Good Morning. How are you
?

Ugh.
She hit the delete button and slapped the phone back on the table, the text promptly forgotten when she saw the handgun on the nightstand.

A gun. Chilling on the wood beside her Android like no big deal.

He must have placed it there last night or maybe he always kept a gun out? She’d been a bit distracted or she would have noticed. Being Texas and all, a lot of guys carried guns and she really didn’t think much of it usually. It kind of completed the cowboy ensemble along with a Stetson, boots, and jeans. But since he was a member of a biker gang, it gave the gun a more insidious air.

She sighed. Well, his gun, his business, right? Not like she’d signed on to be his girlfriend or something.

“Good morning, Pinky,” Ryker drawled. His voice had a bit of gravel in it.

“Morning.” She turned over in bed to face him. She had no idea how to play this. Should she grab up her clothes and call a cab? Make polite conversation over coffee and ask for a ride to her car?

Evidently, he read the discomfort on her face, because he cocked his head to the side. “What’s wrong?”

She licked her dry lips and he followed the movement with his eyes. “Nothing. I’m good. A-Okay,” she said and then shook her head.
Could I be any more of a spaz?

His gaze dipped to her bare chest and she suddenly realized she’d left everything on full display. She yanked the covers back around her body. A tad late to be prudish now, but,
still
, she hardly knew him.

“You are getting’ ready to lose your shit, aren’t you?” he asked, watching her very carefully. “You are staring at me all wide-eyed. I guess it’s a hazard of taking a good girl to bed.” Before she could protest, he pressed her back against the pillows, moving to his side so they faced one another. “What’s going on, Pinky? You havin’ morning after regrets?”

She sighed, blowing her breath out in one long, steadying stream. Trying to relax. “No. Yes.” She hesitated. “I don’t know.” Being this close to him and naked made it difficult to be rational. She mostly wished he’d kiss her and silence the random doubts buzzing in her head.

He chuckled. “Which is it?”

She bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry I’m acting all weird. I don’t know what to do. This is my first one night stand.”

He frowned. “Who said this was a one night stand?”

She stared at him. “You mean it isn’t?”

He stroked her cheek. “I don’t know, darlin’. Truthfully? I haven’t had enough of you. Not by a longshot.” He pulled at the sheet across her torso to reveal her breasts. She could feel the chilly morning air on her nipples once more, causing them to pucker up. “That’s better. I fucking love the view.” He tweaked both of her them and she couldn’t help but let out a little moan. “Mmm, such a beautiful sight in the morning.” He bent down and kissed both breasts.

And just like that, all thoughts of leaving his bed disappeared. He kissed his way up her torso from between her breasts to her neck before pausing to suck her earlobe into his mouth. She couldn’t hold back a groan, not wanting him to stop

“Feel what you do to me,” he murmured. “I woke up with a hard on the size of a baseball bat.” He grasped her hand and plunged it between their bodies, and then urged her to wrap her fingers around the thick length of his penis. He felt hot and hard, soft skin over a rigid steel interior. She remembered only too well how good he had felt rubbing against her from behind. She couldn’t help but fantasize about him sliding inside of her, her legs clutched around his waist.

She ran her thumb over the head, causing him to moan. Damn, she loved the sounds he made.

“Fuck me,” he muttered. “Who knew wakin’ up next to a woman could feel so damn good? Now, give it a good stroke.”

She did, jerking her fingers up and down, making him growl, low and slow in response. His back had arched, his teeth sank into his lower lip, and his hips thrust in time with her movements. He jerked the covers from his lap and she leaned on her elbow, so she could see his cock, a thick tower of flesh. He had dark black curls at the base and it strained in her grasp, the veins bulging, and the head a purplish pink color.

And touching him made her even wetter. She tried to ignore it, but she couldn’t. When, she couldn’t take it anymore, she reached between her thighs with her other hand, feeling her own wetness. She had never responded this way to Carl’s touch. She teased herself and, then on impulse, touched a damp finger to the head. His big blue eyes turned to gray smoke and he growled in response.

She bent and lapped at him then. She’d never really enjoyed giving blow jobs, it always seemed so awkward, or maybe she just didn’t enjoy giving them to her ex. But Ryker? It had been sexy as hell, especially when he’d held her hands captive and thrust in and out of her mouth and thinking about it now gave her shivers.

She worked him now with slow glides of her tongue up and down the turgid flesh. He plunged a hand in her hair and held the back of her head, driving his cock into her throat. Again and again.

Finally, he released her.

“Christ, you have a mouth that won’t quit, but I need in your pussy,” he gasped, pulling her away so he could pin her with his gaze. “I gotta fuck you, didn’t get the chance to last night,” he muttered.

She gasped in response. She’d never been one for dominating, possessive men, but with Ryker? It worked. Make her crave to submit, satisfy his sexual cravings. God knows, he was a generous lover. She’d never had an orgasm like it in her life.

Another thought occurred to her and she hated to bring it up, but she had to.

“If we are going to…” she hesitated a moment, unsure what to call what they were about to do. Making love? Nope, too hearts and flowers. Having? Vaginal intercourse?
No, sounded too clinical.

“Fuck?” he supplied.

If he wasn’t so handsome, she would have smacked him. She tried to gather her thoughts and get to the point. “I am on birth control, force of habit I guess, but I don’t have a condom with me. I haven’t been with anybody in a couple of years. What about you?”

He shook his head. “It’s been a lot less than that for me, but I’m clean. I get tested regularly.” He pinned her with his eyes. “I always use condoms at the club. But, you should know somethin’, I don’t bring women here. Ever.”

She bit her lip, pleased he’d made an exception for her, but really not wanting to be reminded of the hordes of women he probably slept with.

He took her face between his hands, gazed into her eyes. His thumb brushed against her cheek. “I don’t know why,
exactly,
but I don’t want anything in between us. Not clothing. Not space. I want skin on skin. But if you really want me to, I’ll use one.”

She didn’t know what she wanted. The way he’d put it? Sounded so intimate. But who knows how many women he’d used the line on? He’d already admitted to sleeping around at the bar.

For all she knew, he could be a walking petri dish.

He rolled to the edge of the bed, grasped her by the ankles and pulled her down. He pushed his hand between her legs, cupping her sex. “Tell me you want me bareback or tell me to put on a rubber,” he growled. “I can’t take much more waiting.”

Gazing down, she saw six feet of bad ass biker standing between her legs. Naked. Aroused. So damn
hungry
for her. She didn’t think any man had ever looked at her that way. Like he wanted to jump on her, screw her until she screamed. She wanted to be close to him as well, wanted the entire length of him deep inside her with no barriers.

But she hardly knew the man and it just sounded too risky. Safety won out. “I need you to use a condom.”

He stared down at her, his heated eyes focused between her legs. His body shook and he clutched her knees, but he finally nodded.

“The prospects are supposed to make sure we all have a supply of rubbers.” His voice had a harsh, raspy edge.

“Prospect?” she asked.

“A guy who wants to join the club,” he answered distractedly as he searched through the nightstand drawer. “They pay their dues mostly doing grunt work for members, until we see if they are worthy to be one of the Horsemen.” He finally slammed the drawer shut. “Shit. Of course the idiot didn’t put them in my nightstand drawer. Guess it’s too fucking obvious.” He stalked off to the bathroom.

The Horsemen screwed so many women that they needed a flunky to fill up their condom stash?! Evidently, he wasn’t the only slut in the group. She sat awkwardly on the bed, suddenly very glad she’d asked him to wear a rubber.

He returned triumphantly a moment later with a little plastic packet in hand. “We’re in luck and its even ribbed for her pleasure,” he murmured. He stood between her legs once more, settling his hands on her thighs and squeezing them slightly.

His eyes drifted to her sex again and he licked his lips. “Tell me you want my big hard cock in your pussy,” he goaded. “I want you to say the words.”

She could feel herself flushing again. Dirty talk had never done anything for her before, but his rough words excited her and she got even wetter. She needed him.
Now.
She splayed her legs on either side of his hips, wide open for him. He rolled the condom over the length of his cock as she watched, mesmerized. “I want… I want your cock in my pussy.”

And then he was on her.

He prodded her with his head, glided it against her inflamed sex until she gasped. “Christ, you have a silky pussy, all hot and wet.” Then, he plunged the tip inside her, creating a maddening friction. Pleasurable, but not nearly enough to quench the ache it created. He sank into her fully then and she cradled him with her thighs, wanting him in as deep as he would go. She could feel his balls settle against her ass as he lunged into her.

She circled her hips, meeting his thrusts. It had never been this intense for her. He slammed into her hard, claiming her body and it seemed to submit him without question, moving with his rhythm. With a grunt, he lifted her legs up to his shoulders and rocked even deeper inside her. She gasped at the further intrusion.

Then he began to pump ferociously, wilder than she could have imagined. Ryker’s scorching gaze slid over her body. He ran his hands along her thighs, which were pressed tight against his chest. “Mine,” he growled. “All mine.”

And that’s exactly what she felt like. His.

He angled his body a bit, so his pubic bone abraded her clit with his every thrust. She moaned at the contact. Soon, she couldn’t take it anymore and neither could he. With a howl, he came and she followed him down. Into oblivion.

***

After they both recovered, he’d scooped her up against his body once more and kissed the top of her head. “Damn, that was amazing,” he muttered.

She laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes briefly. She hadn’t felt this good in months, so relaxed and sated. “I completely agree.”

Minutes later, he smacked a hand on his stomach, rubbing. “I’ve worked up one hell of an appetite. What about you?”

“
Yeah, a bit.” She smiled at him, but she felt awkward once more.

“
Excellent. I’ll make us some breakfast.”

“
You cook?” Her eyes rounded, because she couldn’t quite picture him in a kitchen.

“
A bit, although one of my club brothers, Voodoo, would tell you I don’t cook worth a damn. But I got some skills. I’m a single man and my momma raised me right.” He stood up, pulled on his jeans from last night and grabbed a clean black T-shirt from a nearby drawer. He grabbed up the gun and tucked it into the waistband of his jeans, felt like part of his morning routine. Like shaving or strapping on his watch.