Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

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The first thing I registered the next morning was that he was gone.

My heart sank.

Of course he was gone.

How could a girl like me keep a man like him? I didn’t have a single thing to offer.

If anything, I was a headache, the cause of strife between the Prez and his VP.

A soft frown tortured my lips before the bright rays of the sun tried to force my eyelids open.

I flipped onto my side, snuggling farther into my pillow, only to feel something crinkly against my cheek.

My eyes fluttered open to find a handwritten note in Ryker’s quick scratch.

The sloppy R of his name made me smile.

Followed by the instant heartache at the realization that this was the first time I’d seen his name signed at the bottom of a letter to me in years.

I pushed back the lump of tears suspended in my throat before training my eyes on the top.

Sweet Girl,

I could hardly bring myself to leave you—you’re angelic to watch when you’re sleeping.

Had some things to do. Meet me at the gate at eleven.

Bring a jacket.

Yours,

Ryker

My heart flipped. Bring a jacket. That meant I’d be on the back of his bike.

I lived for riding on the back of Ryker's bike. We’d driven for miles around these hills, in and out of every back road and valley, only the high desert stretching for miles around us.

I glanced at the clock, leaping out of the bed when it registered I only had thirty minutes to get ready and get down to the gate, at least a six-minute walk, and that was only if I could dodge my dad.

My dad.

A groan escaped my lips.

Hopefully, he was up at the clubhouse or out on his bike somewhere.

He didn’t spend much time at home since Mama passed away.

The pain serrated my heart like a knife's edge.

She’d been hit by an oncoming truck, the driver asleep at the wheel after a forty-eight-hour shift.

Dad had sued the company and won a pretty big settlement that’d allowed him to give us this life.

A handcrafted home in the northern Nevada mountains, and a plot of land that came with an old lodge.

He’d moved me out of the city and up here when I was ten, and the Sinister Knights had formed just a few years later.

Dad had always been ridiculously overprotective of me, and I’d always done my best to push his boundaries. It was just in my nature. He often grumbled I was like Mama, and secretly, I kind of loved that. I think he did too.

Deep down, Dad always respected me.

It was why he made sure I got into that “special school up north,” as he called it, that I’d wanted to go to.

And even after Ryker had gotten sent to County and I couldn’t think about anything beyond him, Dad had forced me to move on with my life.

I hated blatantly disrespecting Dad like this, and I knew Ryker did too, but I happened to believe that some love was worth the fight.

Some love was immovable. Like a force that took over, star-crossed and powerless to stop.

I sighed, feeling not for the first time that this was a little overwhelming, before turning on the water and splashing my face with the cool stream.

I didn’t know what the future held for Ryker and me, but I wasn’t about to let my father muck it all up.

If I could help it anyway.

The rumble of an engine shook the dry earth at 10:59.

I pushed off the massive iron gate and smiled when Ryker came to a stop next to me. One heavy boot hit the ground, and he held out a hand. “Mornin’, beautiful.”

His hands wrapped around my thighs when I slid onto the bike behind him, the warmth of the leather and the rough denim tickling my inner thighs.

“Should take you over a knee for wearin’ a dress on the back of my bike. Don’t need every goddamn man we pass to eye-fuck you.”

“It’s hot,” I protested, arousal already dampening my panties. Probably the seat too.

I couldn’t even bring myself to be embarrassed around him anymore.

This man had watched me while I slept; we were living without boundaries at this point.

“It’s gonna get hotter,” Ryker said before passing me a second helmet. I snapped it under my chin and tightened the strap.

“I’m ready.”

“You keep sayin’ that.” His hands covered my thighs on either side of his and squeezed. My pussy throbbed as the pressure of his palms on me made me dizzy. “I don’t know if you know what you’re in for.”

“I trust you,” I whispered against his back, the thin cotton of his plain black T-shirt sun-soaked, and his soapy scented filled my nostrils.

“Then let’s ride, Mama.” He revved the engine, and we were off through the gates.

He opened the bike up as we sped toward the mountains, the dry desert flat for miles behind us. I locked my arms around his waist a little tighter as we climbed up the mountain, the road twisting into the foothills and then hitting higher inclines.

I loved the long stretches of silence between us just as much as I loved the banter.

I loved everything about being in his presence.

Ryker slowed down the bike a few miles later, crawling farther into the false peak of Falcon Mountain before bringing the bike to a slow stop. “Been a while since we’ve been here.”

I pulled the helmet off my head, my eyes falling on the small, mountain lake. Surrounded by cliffs, the water glistened a beautiful teal at the edges before dropping off into a navy abyss at the center. Ryker had been driving me up here since I was a kid. I knew it was one of his favorite places to go when he rode into the mountains, and it was easy because it was less than twenty minutes from the clubhouse.

“I haven’t been here since the last time we were.” I crawled off the bike and took the few steps off the path and to the cliff’s edge.

“Dreamed about this place while I was away.” I felt Ryker brushing up against my back.

“It’s one of my favorite places.” I let my eyes fall closed and sucked in a breath.

“I can only think of one thing more perfect.” He turned me softly, urging me down onto the thick blanket he kept rolled on the back of his bike. His hands were in my hair, my thighs straddling his waist before his cock was driving against my pussy, and I was breathless.

His arms tightened around me as he kissed up the line of my neck. His lips attached to the outline of my nipple through my dress and sucked. I said his name on a plea, begging for more, now, please, now.

I felt so petite in his arms.

I loved feeling so small compared to him, with him—his protection a turn-on as much as anything.

Ryker was all man, and he had the scars to prove it.

He bore those scars for me.

“I want to taste you,” I whispered against his lips.

His teeth clamped onto my bottom lip and dragged slowly, making a pinwheel spin over my nerve endings.

“Don’t know if I can handle your lips on me for long, Anna.” His words ached with honesty.

The realization that I had this man at his knees nearly undid me.

I swallowed once and crawled off his lap, fingers pulling at the button on his jeans, before he was growling and helping me tug them off. His shirt fell into the dirt next.

I clamped down on my bottom lip when the head of his cock peeked out of the black boxer briefs he wore.

The thick tip was already wet with a bead of pre-come, and while I’d never seen anything like it before in my life, it still turned me on. Made me so turned on the damp panties between my thighs were starting to irritate me. I wanted them off.

I licked my lips, clutched my fingers in the elastic at my waist and tugged the scrap of fabric down my thighs, pulling them off and tossing them at Ryker.

They landed on his dick, his pre-come dampening the pink fabric even more than it already was.

“Fuck, Anna, I don’t think I can control myself with you.”

“Don’t control yourself,” I breathed, one hand already hovering at the tip of his cock. “Any rules?”

“Rules?” he barked, desperation threading his voice. “Watch the teeth?”

I arched an eyebrow, enjoying the way he was shuddering with anticipation beneath my hand. Sex was powerful. Lust made people greedy. And Ryker was like a living god when he was turned on like this. “Don’t make me angry, and I won’t have a reason to use my teeth.”

Ryker groaned again, his cock flinching under the waistband of his boxers. “Be careful who you give orders to, sweet girl.”

I slid my tongue along the tip of his cock in reply.

The salty essence of him on my tongue turned me on even more, and I flicked my tongue along the fat tip, rimming the edge before pushing down his boxers and licking straight down the ridge.

He was long.

So thick.

There was no way he’d fit inside me.

And still, the thought of him filling me up drove me on.

“Jesus, Anna. Why are you so good at this?” One of his hands pushed into my hair, fingers threading through the strands and clutching slightly.

I hummed the next time I sucked the tip into my mouth, then cupped the heavy sac of his balls in my palm and swallowed his dick in one swift move.

He arched and cried out, both of his hands in my hair as he held my head tightly. His face contorted in a look of pain, his thighs straining as he stopped himself from driving into my mouth.

Was this what he meant about losing control?

That I didn’t know what I was in for?

I could handle him.

“Your lips are heaven around my cock,” he sighed before his hands were under my arms and dragging me to him. He pulled the dress over my shoulders and unfastened the clasp of my bra in one swift move.

My nipples warmed in the sunlight, grew hard under his gaze, and ached for his lips.

“This is gonna hurt, Anna,” Ryker cautioned, eyes on me as he took my breast into his heavy hands, cupping the flesh and tonguing the nipple. “But I’m gonna make it as easy as I can.”

His other hand moved between my thighs, sliding against my soaked slit and thumbing my clit.

I arched and groaned, eyes falling closed as I clenched my fingernails into his hard shoulder blades.

“I wanna hear you, sweet girl.” He sucked at my other nipple, his dick finally siding against my entrance. “You’re on top for a reason. You control how fast we go.”

His heavy cock twitched between us then, and I was reminded of the thick girth, the fact that I hadn’t been able to touch my own fingers together when I’d held it.

I nodded softly before he dragged my lips to his in a passionate kiss. His hands consumed my skin as his dick slipped past my entrance, stretching me painfully as he edged closer to the barrier that would make this last part of me his.

My body adjusted to the slow stretching of his cock, the pain inching into discomfort before melting away when my hips began to rock a little more.

“Gotta tell you one thing before we do this.” He pushed, his cock not yet filling me, the promise driving me wild. “I didn’t ask you be mine, Anna, but I’ve always been yours. Far as I’m concerned, our souls were married when I went up to that place and left you behind. Been yours ever since. Hell, was yours the day I met you, pigtails and all.”

Emotion swirled in my eyes as I thought of the day when he’d rode in on that bike, just about my age now and looking so badass. He’d scared me and intrigued me, and now, here he was, inside me.

“Love you, Anna Jane Kloss.”

Those were his last words before I rocked my hips, forcing his cock past the barrier, tearing my world apart, filling me whole, and making me his for the first time and all over again.

It was heaven.

We were bliss.

The sun beat down on our skin, sweat melding us together as his hands crawled up my back and rocked me against him. We found a rhythm, and with his lips kissing across every inch of my skin, he made it easy for me. His hand slid between my thighs and rubbed a tempo against my clit before a release bomb-shelled through me. Stars burst behind my eyelids and melted into a sea of colors as I fell against his body, breaths wracking my body as my muscles loosened.

“Sweet girl, I’m gonna fill you up with my come and claim this sweet cunt forever,” he promised at my neck. “You know you’ve always been mine, right, Anna? My cock breaking in that innocent little pussy of yours is like my tattoo on it. You’re gonna feel how much I love you long after we’re done today.”

Our lips crushed together as his hands held my ass cheeks, his thick thighs tightening as an orgasm hit him. He stroked softly, his lips parting as he gasped for breath.

Sweat glistened in the sunlight on his chest.

He pulled me to him, and we fell down on the blanket together, his come leaking out of me.

I finally had Ryker back.

And Ryker had me.

My life was perfect.