Sinister Knights MC #1-3

Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

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“I should be getting back.” I pushed the button on my phone to find it was now after three p.m.

Ryker’s voice rumbled against my neck, soft shivers of lust curling through my insides at the way his stubble tickled every nerve. “The thought of sending you home makes my skin itch.”

A soft smile turned up my lips. I twisted my fingers in the overgrown locks of his hair, loving the way the sunlight glinted off it, sending raven shafts of light every which way through the strands. “When ya gonna get this hair cut?”

His hand caught my chin, pulling my gaze to meet his. “Whenever the fuck you want me to.”

His lips connected with mine, tongue fucking my mouth long and slow. A hand twisted up underneath my shirt, crushing my bra over my breast. “Wanna take you home with me, Anna.”

My heart fluttered with his gravelly words. “I’d like that.”

His eyes turned down, dark lashes shadowing his high, bronzed cheekbones. “Gonna have to talk to your dad first.”

I frowned. “What can he say? He met my mom when she was only sixteen.”

Ryker nodded, evergreen irises trained on mine. “Not the same.”

“Why not?” I pushed away, shoving to my feet.

Ryker followed along with me, hand at my elbow and pulling my back against his bare chest. “I’m eleven years older than you, for starters.”

“It’s not that far apart.” I shrugged, trying my best to pull away. I wasn’t sure where I would go. There was nothing for miles and miles around here.

“It’s really fucking far when you’re Prez’s daughter,” he grunted, pushing our mouths together, locking them in a dark kiss. He probed deep, hands cupping the cheeks of my ass and yanking me against his heavy erection, throbbing under thin, worn denim.

God, I’d missed this man so much.

“Time to get you home?” he finally asked, drawing our lips apart just as my legs were starting to tremble.

A groan was my only reply.

“I hear ya,” he finally muttered, a look of frustration lacing his features before he pulled the T-shirt off the back of his bike and slipped it over his broad shoulders. I silently hated that his Adonis-like body was no longer on display for my greedy eyes.

“Keep lookin’ at me like that, I’ll kidnap you across state lines, keep you in a cabin, and have my way with you whenever I damn well want,” Ryker threatened, the dark spark in his eyes telling me he would do just that.

A thrill ran through me.

I felt Ryker right down to my toes.

“Sounds like a great idea,” I finally answered, challenging him.

A cocky grin turned his full lips. “Don’t tempt me, Anna.”

“Well, I mean it. There’s nothing I want more than to run away with you. Escape the Sinister Knights.”

Ryker frowned before answering. “Can’t leave the boys. Never would. That’s the one thing you can't ask me to do.” He shook his head. I knew he was like a brother to Saint and King. Leaving them was something I would never ask him to do, but was that the only option? Could we ever be together as long as we were here?

“I’ll talk to your pa, but I’m not sure what the hell he might say.”

“I’ll talk to him with you,” I offered eagerly.

“Nah. Somethin’ I gotta do.” His eyes whisked down my body. “Man-to-man. Now get that sweet ass on my bike.” He swatted me, and I laughed, only a little disappointed when he pulled me onto the back of his bike, making sure I was adjusted around him and holding tight before we spun off down the mountain and back toward home.

We pulled past the gates a while later, my arms locked firmly around his abdomen, when his body went rigid as stone.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, glancing over his shoulder to see every member of the Sinister Knights hanging around outside of the clubhouse, all except my father.

“Shit if I know,” Ryker growled, pulling the bike to a slow halt and helping me off, eyes locked over my shoulder and on King the entire time.

“Ryker?” I caught his wrist, begging for an explanation.

His eyes turned down to me. “See you later. Don’t wait up for me.”

“But, Ryker?—”

“I’ll have that talk with your pa.” He turned me by the shoulder, giving it a tender squeeze and guiding me in the direction of my house.

I turned, catching his retreating form headed back toward King.

The look in King’s eyes told me everything I needed to know.

Something had gone wrong.

Very wrong.

A chill ran through my veins as I stumbled on weak knees back to my house, headed to the little bedroom Ryker had spent just last night in with me.

My thighs still ached, a soft pinch where he’d stretched me.

I’d given my virginity to Ryker today, the man of my dreams, the man I wanted a future with.

Why did it feel like fate kept locking the door on us?

I climbed up the steps to the porch, sliding the key into the lock and letting myself in quietly.

My heart felt less full without Ryker here.

I never wanted the empty feeling of Ryker being gone again.

Regardless of what Ryker did, determination stiffened my spine as I thought about talking to my dad about Ryker on my own. I was in control of my future. Dad had always been great about that, as long as he understood…

I crawled into my bed, spreading out as I thought about the days with my dad after Mom passed. The tears in his eyes even when he was trying to stay strong, the empty bottles in the garbage in the morning. My dad had known true love, and he’d stayed faithful to that woman every day since.

He knew what forever was, so why would he try to fuck with mine?

I wouldn’t let him.

I yawned, hoping through my sleepy haze that whatever was troubling the club right now would blow over soon so I could talk to my dad. Or Ryker and I both could, and Ryker could get back into my arms as soon as possible.

I’d spent long enough without him. I was ready for an eternity with him.