Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

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“What’s that look for?” I blurted at King, his eyes focused on his phone as he walked me home.

Piper had already caught a ride back into town with one of the other guys, and as instructed by Ryker, King was walking me home.

“Nothing,” King finally muttered, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

The sound of a motorcycle rumbled through the air a minute later, that familiar sound shaking me to my soul, before a bike sped by, kicking up dust as it passed us.

The broad stretch of that back, hidden beneath a Sinister Knights cut looked familiar. The slogan Ride. Protect. Defend. emblazoned on the back. “Was that Ryker?”

“Looks like it,” King replied.

“What’s going on?” I spun to look back at the lodge, only a hundred yards away, and Ryker was already turning out of the main gate, heading for the highway.

“Prez and he had words,” King said.

“What? How do you know?” I stopped him in the middle of the road.

“Saint texted me the play-by-play,” King replied, showing me the screen of his phone, all the messages from Saint, fighting and bomb emojis littering the conversation.

“Oh, that doesn't look good at all.” I bit down on my lip, afraid of what they might have argued about. “What was it?”

“Only one thing I can think of.” King continued walking, the golden lights of my house just in the distance.

“W-what?” I breathed.

King crooked an eyebrow. “Prez saw you dancing. Believe he knew who it was for too. Ryker made it pretty damn clear with the way he was looking at you.”

My heart sank at King’s words. “Oh.”

“Need help getting in?” King nodded to the house, now just up the driveway.

“No, thanks.” I shook my head, dragging myself up the gravel driveway of my childhood home. Dad would be back from the clubhouse anytime. He liked to be in bed by nine most nights, so the fact that he was still up was a little bit of a surprise to me. He’d done it all for Ryker, and then they'd gone and gotten in a fight.

Over me.

A lump formed in my throat as I walked up the steps.

Ryker would be back, wouldn’t he?

I slipped the key in the lock, careful to close the door and lock it behind me just like Dad always nagged at me to do. I pushed the shoes off my feet and carried them up the handmade wooden staircase that led to the second floor and my room.

I had no idea when I would see Ryker again. I could only hope that anything my dad said hadn’t driven him any further away from me.

I didn’t know if I could stand living another moment without him.

I sighed as Ryker’s rough palms pushed apart my thighs, the scratchy denim of his jeans nestling between my legs as the heavy ridge of his cock rubbed my soaking slit. I moaned, the soft trail of his lips across my breasts like a jolt of electricity shocking my veins.

“More, more, Ryker…” I gasped for air, one of his palms now kneading at my breast, his tongue swiping figure eights around the nipple and causing it to stand on end.

“Tell me what you want, sweet girl.” That growly voice I’d missed so much echoed around my mind.

“You. Only you,” I pleaded, hips arching against his cock.

“Where? Tell me where, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” He licked across the angle of my jaw, teeth nipping at the corner of my lips.

“Right here. Buried deep inside me. Forever.” The last syllable hissed past my lips as he ripped an orgasm from my body. Waves of pleasure washed over me, taking me under, leaving me drowning in his woodsy scent…

“You’d better been dreaming about me, sweet girl.” Ryker’s voice, nearer now, hovered at my ear.

“Mmm…” I snuggled into the familiar scent, soft embers of the orgasm still burning through me.

“What do you say?” His hand covered my belly, caressing me over my satin nightie.

“Thank you…” I hummed, eyes finally fluttering open to find Ryker, the one and only, fully clothed and sitting next to me in my bed.

My bed.

Here.

Mortified beyond reason, I yanked the sheet over my head and burrowed under my pillow before mumbling, “What the fuck just happened?”

His soft chuckle flew around the room before he pulled the sheet down and caught my chin to make me look at him.

“Needed to see you tonight. Guess I walked in at about the best time. You looked very…”

“I was dreaming!” I shrieked, hiding under the pillow again.

“I gathered,” Ryker laughed, pulling the pillow from my hands and tossing it to the floor.

“What are you doing here?” I asked quietly, finally registering the fact that it was late, my dad was probably home, fast asleep in his bed downstairs. “And how the hell did you get in?”

“Still got a key your pa gave me years ago.” He dangled the hunk of metal off his finger.

“Convenient.”

“I thought so.” His eyes tracked up and down my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I felt every movement from this man; every breath was like my own. “That what you wear to bed every night?” His brow furrowed deeply.

“Uh, yeah.” I looked down, realizing the top I was wearing was pretty thin, the outline of my nipples clear in the soft moonlight of my room.

Ryker shook his head, shoving a hand into his hair. “It’s a goddamn wonder I haven’t—” I couldn’t hear the rest. He turned his face away from me as he stood and stalked across the room.

“Why did you and my dad fight earlier?” I rose from the bed, crossing the room to where he was standing at the window.

I ached to drag my fingers across his broad shoulders, slip my palm under his soft cotton shirt and connect with his hot flesh.

I could only imagine how hard he’d feel against me.

Ryker finally turned to me, eyes landing on mine for long beats. As if he was trying to speak without words, he mingled his gaze with mine, thoughts churning behind those dark irises that drove me to near distraction. “Told him I wanted permission to see you.”

My mouth dropped open in surprise. “You asked him!”

“’Course I asked him. It’s what a man does.”

“In the eighteen hundreds, maybe! I’m not his to give away. How about you ask me if I’d like to spend time with you?”

“Well…” He thrust a hand into his hair and turned away from me. “That was my next stop.”

“So…” I stepped closer to him, crossing my arms and looking up at him with a hard set to my gaze. “What’d he say?”

Ryker’s eyes darkened to a scary shade of deep green.

Shit. This could not be good.

There was no telling what my dad said to scare Ryker off from seeing me.

“He said absolutely fucking not,” he finally gritted out.

“What!” Anger ripped through my veins as I thought about stomping downstairs right now and telling my father I was old enough to date whomever I damn well wanted. “Why would he say that? You’re his VP. I thought you were his right-hand man. You’ve got a key to his house for Christ’s sake?—”

“Developed quite the little potty mouth while I was gone.” Ryker interrupted my tirade, sliding the pad of his thumb across the seam of my lips to shut me up.

“He also said I’m not good enough for you.”

“God, I’m gonna kill him—” I turned away, headed for the door, before Ryker caught my elbow.

“And he’s right, Anna.” The next thing I knew, I was pressed against Ryker’s hard chest, his palm cradling my face as his thumb dusted across my cheekbone and over my temple. “But no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to stay away.”

I sucked in a shallow breath, heart thundering with love, mind swirling with anger as I thought about how fucked up this really was.

Ryker had gone away for me. Why wouldn’t Dad let me be with him?

Surely, he trusted Ryker.

And that shit about Ryker not being good enough… He’d brought in a lot of the income to the club before he’d gone up to County. He was the brains behind most of this operation, expanding the engine shop and even getting Saint more clients to sell to. Ryker wasn’t just a member of Sinister Knights—he was Sinister Knights.

“I’m gonna talk to him.”

“Not tonight, you’re not,” he said against my neck. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

Mine.

I was Ryker’s.

My heart beat erratically, my body humming with desire for him.

We’d been denied so much the last few years. Now we could finally share everything.

Tonight would be the night Ryker would take my virginity.

Tonight was the night I would gladly give it to him.

It’d only ever been his to take anyway.

“I’m ready,” I whispered.

His eyebrows rose before his lips attached to mine, and he led us to the bed, sliding me beneath him until he was nestled between my thighs just like he’d been in my dream. His denim-covered cock blazed a path of fire against the cotton of my panties.

“Missed you, sweet girl.” His lips caught the shell of my ear. “Missed you so damn much."