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  Ryker (Roosters 2)

  Harley Wylde

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  Table of Contents

  Ryker (Roosters 2)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Epilogue

  Harley Wylde

  Ryker (Roosters 2)

  Harley Wylde

  Ryker: After 20 years in the military, I find myself doing my dad’s dirty work. But as the “prince” of the Hades Abyss MC, it’s expected of me. Doing a little recon in a small Alabama town should have been boring as shit, until the hot little minx I met at a bar turned my life upside down. Women always fall at my feet, but this one was different. If I’d known she was a virgin, I might have backed away, but now that I’ve had a taste I just want to keep coming back for more. Little did I realize that I’d just fucked the sister of a Dixie Reaper, and my life was about to become all kinds of complicated. I had to wonder… had she fucked me because she wanted me? Or was it all some kind of setup?

  Laken: My big brother Flicker is always ruining my fun, keeping the guys away from me, so when I finally get a chance for a hot guy to get rid of my V-card, I’m all for it. Ryker’s hot and has that alpha vibe, and the fact he’s ex-military just made me wetter. It never occurred to me that he was a biker, or that I might have just screwed up a big deal for the Dixie Reapers. It seems my sexy Ryker isn’t just some hot military guy. No, he’s the son of the President of the Hades Abyss MC. So I hide like big brother asks me to. Just one problem… Ryker doesn’t leave, and now I’m late. How am I supposed to tell Ryker that I’m carrying his child? When life fucks me over, it does it royally.

  Chapter One

  Ryker

  I threw back another shot of whiskey, and slammed the glass down on the bar top. It was my tenth. Or was it twelfth? I’d lost count somewhere along the way, but I wasn’t even remotely drunk. There was a slight warmth spreading through me, but I was one hundred percent in charge of my actions. So when I slid my hand up the back of the thigh of the hottie standing next to me, yeah, that was all me. What can I say? That sweet, curvy ass of hers was calling to me.

  She slowly turned her head to look at me over her shoulder as my hand slipped up farther, sliding under the hem of her too short dress. Mmm. No panties. I gave her ass cheek a squeeze and watched as heat flared in her eyes. Whatever schmuck she’d been talking to was forgotten as she turned to face me. Oh yeah. The front matched the back. Nice, luscious breasts that were barely contained by the stretchy top of her dress, and damn if her nipples weren’t poking through.

  “Normally a guy buys me a drink before he grabs my ass,” she said.

  “Guess I’m not a normal guy.”

  She reached out and fingered the dog tags that I still wore, despite the fact I’d been out of the service for a month. “No, soldier, you certainly aren’t.”

  “Marine,” I said.

  She bit her lip and moved in a little closer. “Guess that makes you something of a badass, doesn’t it?”

  I smirked and squeezed her ass again. “Something like that.”

  She reached out and rubbed a hand down my chest, her fingers trailing across my abs and stopping at my belt buckle. I could tell she liked what she saw, and I damn sure liked the way she filled out her dress. It would look even better bunched around her waist while I fucked her.

  “You’re so big and strong,” she said with a purr.

  “Oh, baby. You have no idea.”

  I slid my fingers farther down the curve of her ass until they teased her pussy. She was already wet and so damn slick, and she looked like just the type of girl who would let me fuck her in the bathroom. I knew the type, and those hard nipples and wet little pussy told me that she wanted me bad enough to let me do whatever I wanted. Women tended to fall at my feet, always had, and this one wasn’t going to be an exception. Kneeling was a good place for them, easier access for sucking my cock.

  “Bigger doesn’t mean better,” she said. “It’s all in how you use it.”

  “I know how to use it. I can make you scream my name all night long.”

  She shrugged. “Maybe you can and maybe you can’t.”

  Oh, I could. It was a proven fact. Women always screamed in ecstasy whenever I was pounding into their pussies, or anywhere else I pleased. They begged me for it.

  “What’s your name, sugar?”

  “Laken.”

  “I’m Ryker. What do you say we get to know one another a little better?” I stroked her pussy again, letting my fingers dip inside. She bit her lip, and a flush started creeping up her chest. I’d be willing to bet I could get her off right here and now.

  “Maybe I’m not that kind of girl,” she said, her voice dropping as I stroked her some more.

  “Honey, my fingers are coated in your cream, right here in front of everyone. I bet I could get you so turned-on, you’d let me fuck you anywhere I pleased. Just bend you over the bar and take what I wanted.” I smirked. “In any hole I wanted.”

  She gasped, but her eyes dilated, and I knew she’d liked the idea. Naughty girl.

  I rubbed her a little more, getting her even wetter. Yeah, this sexy woman was a wild one. I knew the type. A tremor raked her body, and I knew she was close to coming. I thrust a finger inside her and nearly groaned at how damn tight she was. Fuck, but she’d squeeze my cock so damn good. I played with her pussy until she was a quivering mess, barely hanging on. Then I slipped my hand free from her dress, wrapped my fingers around hers, and dragged her off to the nearest bathroom. If the stickiness on my fingers bothered her, she didn’t complain.

  I pushed open the bathroom door, hauled her in behind me, then snapped the lock into place. She gave me a coy smile as she leaned back against the counter. I prowled closer, thinking of all the filthy things I wanted to do to her. Our options were limited in this bathroom, though. Maybe I’d take her back to the motel with me. She looked like a screamer, and I’d lov
e her my name on her lips all fucking night and into the morning. When I was done with her, she’d be feeling me for a week.

  I traced the top of her dress, my finger lightly trailing along the curve of her breasts. She licked her lips, and I knew she was going to give me what I wanted. They always did. I eased the straps of her dress down her arms and pulled the top half down under her breasts. So damn perky! They were a little more than a handful, but the minx had gone without a bra. Her nipples were hard and the prettiest pink I’d ever seen.

  Leaning forward, I traced my tongue around first one then the other before sucking one into my mouth. Her fingers slid into my hair, holding me to her as I lavished attention on her luscious tits. My cock was hard as a fucking steel post, and the cute little sounds she was making just made me even harder. I couldn’t wait to get balls-deep inside her. Something told me once wouldn’t be enough.

  I pulled away and turned her to face the mirror.

  “Hands on the counter, baby, and stick that gorgeous ass out for me.”

  She leaned over and wiggled her ass at me. I gave her a playful slap, then pulled up the hem of her dress until the material bunched around her waist. A tattoo caught my attention, a delicate feather that curled around her hip. It wouldn’t be all that remarkable, but the ink looked almost metallic. My finger stroked over it before my cock demanded attention.

  I used my foot to kick her feet farther apart, admiring the way her pussy parted, as if it were begging to be fucked. I didn’t waste any time and started unbuckling my belt, then undoing my pants. I pulled my cock out, giving it a few strokes as I stared at the sexy woman in front of me. Our gazes locked in the mirror, hers pleading for me to touch her, to fuck her.

  I pulled out my wallet, going for the condom I always kept there, but her voice stopped me.

  “I’m clean,” she said. “You don’t have to use that. Unless…”

  “Unless?” I prompted.

  “Unless you’re not clean,” she said, her cheeks flushing.

  “Honey, I never go in unwrapped. Not since I was fifteen and fucking my first girl. But, yes. I’m clean.” No way I was getting trapped by some slut who wanted a baby daddy to pay all her bills. I’d seen too many of my Marine buddies get stuck in that trap, and I’d sworn it would never happen to me.

  “You could pull out,” she said.

  I knew that wasn’t foolproof, but that pretty pussy of hers was awfully tempting. All wet and slick, the dewy lips a nice pink. I’d bet it would feel like wet silk wrapped around my cock. I could feel my resolve wavering, even though I knew better. A little voice in my head whispered that there was always the morning-after pill. That pretty much decided it for me. Sometime tonight we’d have that talk, or I’d go pick it up for her myself in the morning.

  I stuffed my wallet back into my pocket and rubbed my cock along her slit. Fuck but she felt incredible! She moaned and thrust back. Yeah, she was an eager one. I smacked her ass, leaving a handprint, but it only seemed to turn her on more, so I slapped the other side too.

  “So good,” she murmured.

  Damn. She might just be fucking perfect.

  “You like that, baby? Want me to spank that ass?”

  “Please,” she begged. “I’ve been such a bad girl.”

  I chuckled and swatted her ass again, three times on each cheek. She had to be feeling the burn as her ass turned red, but fuck if she didn’t get even wetter. I couldn’t wait any longer. I gripped her hips and thrust deep and hard. When Laken tensed and cried out, I looked in the mirror to see a sheen of tears in her eyes. What the hell? I eased out of her, thinking maybe she didn’t really want this, but the pink tinge along my shaft froze me in place.

  “You’re a fucking virgin?” I asked. Shock hit me for a moment. I hadn’t ever had a virgin before, but I’d heard they bled the first time.

  “Don’t stop,” she said. “Please. I want this. I want you.”

  I was torn. Part of me wanted to fuck her until neither of us could stand anymore; some caveman part of me thrilled over the fact that I was the first to get inside her. The other part wanted to run for the damn hills. I’d always heard that virgins spelled trouble, which is why I’d steered clear of them for so long. And now here I was, fucking one in the bathroom of a bar, her tits and ass on display. She was good, I’d give her that. I hadn’t had a clue that she wasn’t experienced. She’d come off as being a siren, some sex kitten who picked up men in bars all the time.

  My cock twitched, begging me to fuck her. I wanted to, even though she’d lied by omission. I didn’t know why she’d done it, and my dick didn’t care. The primitive side of me wanted to pound that tight virgin pussy, claim her as mine.

  “Ryker. Please,” she said in a soft voice, her eyes pleading with me.

  “Why do you want this?” I asked.

  “Because no one will touch me. I don’t care if it hurts. I want you to fuck me, and don’t stop. You can take me however you want.”

  Maybe it made me an asshole, but what guy could ever walk away from an offer like that? This sexy little virgin was begging for my cock, telling me to do whatever I wanted to her. Yeah, I was likely going to hell, but I was going to have fun on the way there.

  “Hold on tight, sugar,” I said.

  I gripped her hips again and began thrusting into her. I watched as her breasts bounced with every stroke, and soon the pinched look on her face turned to pleasure. Her pussy opened up even more, welcoming me in. I fucked her hard and deep, wanting to own every inch of her. She felt really damn good. Too good. My belt buckle jangled as I pounded her pussy, and soon she was crying out, begging me for more. I knew what she needed, what she wanted.

  My cock swelled, and I knew I was going to come at any minute. Reaching around her, I pressed my fingers against her clit and started rubbing in fast little circles until she was bucking against me, her release coating my dick. With a growl, I thrust faster until my balls drew up, and I shot load after load of cum into her tight little pussy. Fuck! Too late, I remembered I was supposed to pull out, but fuck if I really wanted to. I hadn’t come inside a girl bare since that first time, and it felt like fucking heaven.

  I plunged deep once last time, and held still as both of us panted for breath. She looked beautiful as I stared at her in the mirror, her breasts heaving and her nipples even harder than before. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were bright. My cock throbbed inside her, still just as hard as it was before we’d started. Yeah, one time wasn’t going to be enough with this one. No fucking way.

  I pulled out and watched as my cum slid down her thighs. Some of it coated her pussy, and I had this urge to shove it back inside her. Knowing I’d been her first, I felt like I wanted to brand her, mark her with my scent and let everyone asshole out there know I’d been here first, that she was mine. She started to straighten, but I pushed her down again. Her startled gaze met mine as I thrust into her again. The bathroom might not be the best place for this, but we weren’t leaving just yet.

  “One more time,” I said. “Then you’re coming with me because I’m nowhere near done with you, sugar. We’re going to the motel, and then I’m going to fuck this gorgeous ass, come down your throat, and fuck your pussy again. All night long.”

  She moaned, and her eyes slid halfway closed. “If it all feels this good, you can do whatever you want to me.”

  “Oh, baby, it gets even better. Just wait and see.”

  I fucked her hard and deep, not stopping until we’d both come again. Then I helped her straighten her dress, and I led her out to the parking lot. She came to a halt when she saw my Harley Davidson and looked uncertain for a moment. There was something in her eyes, something I couldn’t figure out. Did the bike scare her?

  “I swear it’s completely safe,” I told her. “Come on, kitten. I’ll protect you.”

  Something shifted in her gaze, and a soft smile curved her lips. Within seconds, she was climbing onto the back of my bike, wrapping her arms around my waist, an
d we were off, the wind blowing our hair. I had no doubt I’d have cum on my seat from her pussy, but it would be so worth it. Yeah, that pussy was mine. For tonight at least. And I was going to make sure she enjoyed every second of it.

  Chapter Two

  Laken

  Sunlight nearly blinded me as I squinted at the room around me. The shower was going in the connecting bathroom, and I wondered if I should sneak out while Ryker was busy. I remembered everything we’d done the night before, and well into the morning. My body ached in the best of ways. Staying wasn’t an option, though. If I wasn’t home soon, my big brother would send out a search party. I was twenty-one, but he acted like I was twelve. I quickly pulled my dress over my head, ran my fingers through my hair, and slipped on my shoes. Then I crept out of the motel room as quietly as I could, not ready to face Ryker. We’d had fun, but I’d known going in that was all it would be. He wasn’t looking for forever, and I didn’t want to deal with the awkward morning after stuff I’d heard about from my friends.

  When I’d seen he rode a bike, I’d frozen, wondering if it was some sort of trap. He hadn’t been wearing colors, but that hadn’t meant anything. Everyone around here knew my brother was an officer with the Dixie Reapers, and several had tried to use me to get to him over the years, or as an in to the club. But Ryker had been too damn tempting to pass up. I’d been wanting a guy to fuck me since I’d turned seventeen and accidentally walked in on my best friend at a party going at it with two guys. Flicker had made sure I was untouchable, though, and I’d reached the age of twenty-one with my virginity intact.

  I smiled. Not anymore. Ryker had thoroughly deflowered me last night. My thighs were still sticky from all the fun we’d had. If I hadn’t had my Depo-Provera shot two months ago, I might have worried about pregnancy. When I’d first started thinking about having sex, I’d gotten on the shot. But then Flicker had made certain no guy would ever touch me. Asshole. I’d watched him whore his way through the club pussy, and yet I wasn’t allowed to have any fun. Not that Flicker condoned me being in the clubhouse except on family days, but I don’t always listen to my brother.