When Ryker Dennison became President of the Roaming Devils Motorcycle Club, it was a dream come true. Not only did he have great plans for the future of the club, he had everything he wanted, including Dr. Ella Hawkins by his side.
Ella made the decision to stay with Ryker despite everything that came between them. Their agreement, however, is that she has nothing to do with his club. As skeletons start coming out of the closet, Ryker soon learns that problems of the past are only the beginning of a new series of problems for the future of the club. Past decisions start haunting him. Not only is the club’s future in potential jeopardy, but so is his future with Ella. In a true test of his leadership, Ryker learns just how far he’s willing to go to keep what he wants.
“Ella?” Ryker whispered.
He pulled the blankets back so that her long legs weren’t tangled in them. She rubbed her feet against the mattress while she whimpered. Ryker stroked her calf, sliding his fingers upwards toward her thigh. She didn’t wear panties to bed, and he had complete access to her wet pussy if he wanted it. God, she was tempting. He hated to wake her up, but he didn’t feel right about leaving her asleep either.
“Ella?” he said, louder. He pushed against her thigh, shaking her slightly.
She jerked awake, her eyes popping open. “What? What are you doing?”
“You were having one hell of a wet dream, baby.” He slid his hand higher on her thigh. “It didn’t seem right to bury my face in your pussy with you still asleep.”
He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down and off her body. She closed her eyes as her legs parted for him, her bare pussy gleaming with her moisture. He’d only gone to sleep two hours ago. He’d come home long after Ella had fallen asleep and crawled silently in beside her so he didn’t disturb her. He’d never expected her to wake him up. Definitely not the way she had.
“I was dreaming that you were fucking me on your bike.” She smiled. “You handcuffed me to the handlebars.”
Ryker slid his arms beneath her thighs and tugged her ass so that he could fit his mouth to her slit. “You need to stop watching porn.”
“I didn’t. I don’t.” She gripped his hair, tugging as he flicked his tongue along her clit. “I thought you would like that idea.”
He groaned, pulling her fleshy lip into his mouth. She tasted like heaven. So damn sweet. “There’s no fucking way my bike will hold during us fucking. It would crash to the ground. Then I’d be pissed. Not to mention if you’re handcuffed to it, you’d go with it and then I’d be really pissed. You don’t need to go into work with a broken arm from a wild sex injury.”
He shoved his tongue inside her, thankful she didn’t say anything more. He liked her all sprawled out in front of him on their bed. Or sucking him off in the shower. He didn’t need wild and kinky sex to fulfill his needs: he simply needed Ella.
“Please.” Ella clenched his hair in her fist. “I need you.”
He pushed up from her reluctantly. “How did you imagine it?”
She grinned. “You were straddling the seat. I was bent over in front of you. The hum of the engine vibrated against my clit as you thrust into me from behind.”
He gave her a smirk. “That was some fucking dream.”
“What can I say? You always get me hot and bothered.” She reached for him, and he let her pull him up so that he covered her body.
Her softness surrounded him as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He opened his mouth to kiss her, sucking her tongue as he ground his hips against her. She made him smile when she gasped, her soft whimpers cluing him in to her need.
“I need you.” She stared into his eyes. “Now.”
He grinned and pulled her lower lip between his teeth. “You’ve got me.”
Before he could continue, a fist pounded at their front door, jolting them from their actions. Ryker frowned before extracting himself from Ella. He grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on quickly while Ella stood to look for his t-shirt.
“Who is that?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” He went down the hall to the front. Blue lights flashed outside, and he cringed. What the fuck did the cops want now? He opened the door and saw Ella’s father face to face.
“Ryker Dennison, you’re under arrest.” Her father pulled him out of the apartment and pushed him up against the bannister. “Do you have any weapons or sharp objects on you?”
He snorted. “I’m in a pair of shorts. Not a lot of places to hide things.”
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” He kicked Ryker’s feet apart and patted him down.
“What’s going on?”
Ryker cringed at the sound of Ella’s voice. “Go back inside.”
She stared at the scene. Her father loved making the arrest—Ryker could see it in his eyes. He could only imagine how that made Ella feel.
“Why are you arresting him?”
“He’s a dopehead, Ella.” Patrick Hawkins pulled Ryker away from the bannister and shoved him toward the steps. “You should know this by now.”