Baby and the Biker: The Ghost Riders MC Page 6

  She was a treasure. A decadent treat to be savored for as long as the tongue could stand.

  I brought her back to me and tucked her head into the crook of my neck. Her body was falling against me. Growing weak against my thrusts as my hand smoothed up her back. I grabbed onto her and stood us up, her legs wrapping around me as I maneuvered us around.

  Then I pinned her to the wall and pounded into her body.

  “Maddox. Please. Oh… oh shit. This feels so good. Please keep going. Please. Please. Please.”

  There it was. That beautiful, wonderful word. The word that always signaled when a woman let go. Threw inhibitions out the window and relegated herself to what I had to give. I loved that moment. That moment of unadulterated vulnerability. I looked at her face and saw her eyes rolling back with pleasure as her pussy rolled against my cock. She was close. So close she couldn’t stand it.

  And I was in no position to deny her any longer. Because I could feel myself losing control as well.

  I dipped my hand between our bodies and parted her folds. I found that pulsing clit, swelling as it sought what it wanted the most. Her body quaked and jolted with pleasure as I began to circle it, her pleasure choking her throat as she groaned. I pinned her against my body. I could feel my muscles twitching against her skin. Faster and faster I took her, scooting her up the wall until I was on my tiptoes trying to fuck her. I could smell our scents swirling around my head, tugging at the animal within me.

  Beckoning for the monster to break free.

  “Maddox! Yes! I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m-”

  “Yes, Reagan. Take it all. Squeeze that cock for me.”

  Her pussy exploded with juices that sprayed against my pelvis. I sank deeply into her, feeling my cock pulse with release. Thread after thread of hot, salted cum peppered her walls, marking her as mine. My teeth dug into the meat of her breast, marking her with a bruise I knew she would see in the morning.

  I wanted her to know who she belonged to.

  I wanted her to know that she was mine.

  I filled her until my arousal was pumping out of her body. She collapsed into my arms, a sweating mess of hair and skin as I sank to my knees. I held her close to me, leaning her against the wall as I tried to simultaneously catch my breath and breathe in more of her.

  We were leaking onto the floor of my living room, the evidence of our lust for one another staining the floor.

  “Holy. Shit,” Reagan said breathlessly.

  I planted kisses into the crook of her neck as she tucked herself deep into my muscles.

  I couldn’t stop touching her. The goosebumps that ran along her body were addicting to me. She shivered every time I caressed her spine, making long, languid strokes against her skin. I knelt there on the floor as her legs locked around my waist, our bodies too weak to do much of anything else. The room was pitch dark despite the windows open to the nighttime sky. The moon was covered up and the stars were averting their gaze from the debauched acts our bodies wanted to indulge in.

  But I wasn’t done with her yet.

  I wasn’t ready to let her go.

  Picking her up in my arms, I stood onto my wobbling legs. Our intermingled juices dripped from between her legs, coating my arms as I carried her up the steps. Reagan curled into me, her arms lazily wrapped around my neck as I led us into my bedroom. I walked us through and into the bathroom, keeping the light off as I perched her on the edge of the bathroom sink.

  “What are you doing?” Reagan asked.

  But I stayed silent, pressing my lips against hers to silence her questions.

  I walked over to the bathtub and began running the water. I reached for some bath salts and poured them in, listening as they fizzed and permeated through the water. I turned on the jets and filled the tub with bubbles, then closed my eyes and breathed in the scent.

  I still wasn’t wound down from my day, but I knew what would help get me to sleep.

  I plucked Reagan off the edge of the counter and stepped into the bath with her. The jets were bursting against our skin as I settled us down into the water. She groaned with relaxation and I could feel all of her muscles relaxing deeper into my body. I spread my legs to accommodate her curves, our bodies filling the expanse of the tub I had made especially for me.

  “Want me to turn the water off?” Reagan asked.

  “If you can reach,” I said.

  I watched the silhouette of her foot reach out and shut the water off. The length of her leg and the strength of her thighs called to me and I could feel my cock already rising to attention again. I ran my hands along her body, covering her in suds as she worked her way deeper between my legs.

  I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to hear it again.

  I had to hear my name fall from her lips.

  “Spread those legs for me,” I said.

  “What?” Reagan asked.

  I ran my hands down her stomach, then slid my fingers deep into her juicy pussy.

  “Spread. Your legs,” I said.

  She gasped with want, her body jolting as I flicked her sensitive little clit. The more I stroked, the farther she parted her legs for me. I kissed along her shoulder, feeling her shiver as her head fell off to the side. She slung one of her legs over the edge of the tub and I turned us, aiming her pussy at one of the powerful jets.

  “Maddox. Holy… oh my… Maddox. Maddox. Maddox! Please! It’s too much. I can’t. It’s… I…”

  I wrapped my free arm around her body and held her in place. Her words descended into monosyllabic phrases as drones of pleasure peeled from her throat. Her leg was bouncing against the edge of the tub. The water was undulating violently from her thrusts. She was bucking against my hand as she chased what she wanted, her inhibitions falling off to the side against as I kissed her skin.

  Lightly.

  Sensually.

  With purpose and dedication as she climbed to the top of her mountain.

  She threw her hands back and clamped onto my shoulders. Her body released itself, spilling her juices into the water of the tub as her hips breached the top of the water. She was out of control. Water was sloshing over the edge of the tub as she came into the palm of my hand. I cupped her pussy, pressing deep into all of her as her head pressed hard into my neck.

  “Mad-... -dox…” she said with a whisper.

  And it was a sound I would pull from her over and over again that night. Until I was calm. Until I was relaxed.

  Until I was sure my nightmares wouldn’t return.

  Chapter Ten

  Reagan

  “So? How did things go last night with the date?” Nova asked. After begging me all morning, I had agreed that we could get some lunch together. She had taken up Chloe on her offer and was in Seattle taking Mariah to doctor appointments.

  “Nova. I don’t even know where to begin,” I said.

  “Start with this. Good or bad?”

  “Incredible,” I said breathlessly.

  “Good! That’s good. I know you said he took you to Mambo’s. How was that?”

  “Have you ever been there?” I asked.

  “Nope. I know of it, but I’ve never been. It’s not really up Tyson’s alley.”

  “Well the next time you guys are in Seattle and you want to get food, get a babysitter and go there. Nova, the food was incredible. And the wine? Holy crap. The wine I chose to order was just… it was like I was drinking something right from the grapevine.”

  “Did anything else happen?” she asked.

  “Well, yes. Maddox kind of proposed… an arrangement.”

  “What kind of an arrangement?”

  “Just hear me out before you give me any advice, all right?”

  “What have you gotten yourself into, Reagan?”

  “Nothing bad, okay?” I asked.

  “It’s always bad. Your love life has always been a disaster. What did Maddox ask of you? Did he hurt you in any way?”

  “Where in the world is all this speculation com
ing from? You look like you’ve seen a damn ghost. And you pale every time I say his name. What gives? I thought you were happy for me.”

  “I am. Just… what’s this arrangement you’re talking about?”

  “He just asked to keep things light and sexy. No big commitments, no awkward dating scenarios. Just us spending time together and having some fun when we can coordinate our schedules. He’s a busy man, I’m a busy woman. He treats me right when we’re together and I get to have fun with those muscles of his,” I said.

  “He asked to be your sugar daddy,” she said.

  “My what?”

  “Sugar daddy. Where a man with money buys gifts for a woman or gives her an allowance in exchange for her company.”

  “No. He’s not paying me for sex, Nova.”

  “Then what? He just wants to sleep with you whenever he wants to? Like friends with benefits? Reagan you aren’t even friends with him. You didn’t even know this guy until last night. For all you know he could be doing this with several other women.”

  “I really don’t think that is what this is. I think he just doesn’t want anything serious. And neither do I.”

  “No one said you were looking for anything serious. Look. Sugar daddy arrangements come in all shapes and forms. Some sugar daddies give their companions a monthly allowance. Some take them on decadent trips. Some do a mixture of both, and some sugar daddies spoil their companions when they’re together.”

  “Jesus, back on the sugar daddy thing,” I said.

  “Were rules laid out?”

  “Yes?”

  “Were boundaries set?” she asked.

  “I mean, sure. Yeah. Aren’t they for all relationships?”

  “Did he want to bypass all the traditional dating stuff and get to the good stuff?”

  I felt my face drop as I reached for my water.

  “But he isn’t offering me any money,” I said.

  “He basically asked to be your sugar daddy and you accepted,” Nova said.

  “Fuck.”

  “It’s not a bad thing. It’s more common than you think.”

  “How did you know about this but not me?” I asked.

  “I’m asking myself that same question. You’re the progressive one of the group,” she said.

  “I still think we are just fuck buddies,” I said.

  “Well whatever you are, don’t let that deter you from this arrangement if you’re enjoying yourself. I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

  “There it is again,” I said. “There’s that look. What are you telling me that I don’t know?”

  “Reagan, it’s nothing.”

  “Nova, you’re shit at lying. Does it have something to do with Maddox?”

  “I mean, yeah. Sort of,” she said.

  “Then spill. Do you know him somehow? Is he a bad guy? A criminal?”

  I saw her wince at my last question and I felt my heart plummet to my toes.

  “He’s a fucking criminal?” I asked.

  “No. No, I didn’t say that.”

  “Then you better mean what you say when you say it, because we aren’t leaving this lunch until you tell me what it is you know that I don’t,” I said.

  When I invited Nova out to lunch, it was to gush all about Maddox. How I’d woken up with him two days in a row and how I was really enjoying myself. I liked this type of relationship. No strings. No muss. No fuss. We both knew what was coming and there was no sidestepping the issue. He knew he had to pony up on dates and I knew sex was eventually going to come. And I had no issues with it because he was a hell of a man in the sack. Unlike anything I’d ever experienced.

  And certainly, better than Landon. At everything.

  “That night at the bar, when you kept insisting he was Landon,” Nova said.

  “Yes, and you were the one who told me it wasn’t,” I said.

  “That’s because I know Maddox,” she said.

  “I figured as much at this point. Why didn’t you tell me at the bar that you knew him?”

  “Because I was hoping once you figured out he wasn’t Landon that you’d come back and keep hanging out with us,” she said.

  “How do you know him?” I asked.

  “I know him from what Parker is involved in.”

  I’d always wondered about Nova’s brother. Nova didn’t talk about him much, but when she met Tyson I learned a little more about her familial situation.

  It was just Parker and Nova growing up. Their parents had died when they were young, and both of them were thrown into foster care. Luckily, they were fostered together, but while Nova tried to get along with her foster parents, Parker never would. Instead he would act out and get involved with bad people. When they both turned eighteen they moved out of their foster parent’s house, and Nova went to college while Parker did what he did best.

  Get into trouble.

  When Nova met Tyson, Parker hated him. He hated the fact that he wasn’t a part of the people he trusted and claimed that only the guys he knew would keep Nova safe.

  Until one day when Parker told Nova and Tyson to get out of town. Which is why they moved to Everett in the first place. Nova had made it seem like Tyson was the reason they were moving, but I honestly never truly believed her. I somehow had a feeling that Parker was behind it. But I never pushed her on it. I knew she would tell me what happened, eventually. I will still able to see her when she was in town and that was all that really mattered.

  Until now.

  “What do you mean from what Parker is involved in?” I asked.

  “You know that Parker got involved with some bad people.”

  “Yeah that was pretty evident when he sent some guys to threaten Tyson.” Before their wedding, Parker had sent several of his so-called friends to threated Tyson, trying to make him leave Nova. Thankfully Tyson loved Nova enough to not let some threats scare him away from her. A couple months after their wedding was when Parker told them to leave town.

  “Well he’s a part of this club,” she said.

  “A club? That doesn’t sound bad,” I said. I thought you were going to say gang or something.”

  “Well…”

  “Nova, I’m tired of you dancing around this topic. How do you know Maddox?” I asked.

  “I told you. From what Parker is involved in…”

  “They are a part of the same club?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “What club is this?”

  “It’s hard to explain,” she said.

  “I’m not playing twenty questions with you. Spill it or I’m going to continue telling you about my wonderful night with Maddox and how massive his dick was.”

  “Maddox and Parker are both in a motorcycle club.” I stared blankly at her.

  “I have no fucking clue what that means,” I said. “Do they sit there and talk about motorcycles?”

  “No. They ride motorcycle’s, sure. But it is a lot more than that. The whole club is involved in a lot more dangerous stuff than just talking about motorcycles. Maddox’s father is the president of the club, and he makes Maddox do all the dirty work for him. Parker works with Maddox closely because he is pretty good with computers.”

  The thought of Parker using a computer made me want to laugh. He did not seem like a guy that would know how to use Microsoft Word, let alone be ‘pretty good with computers’, as Nova was hinting.

  “Uh huh. So… Maddox’s club… does it have a name?”

  “Yes. It’s the Ghost Riders MC.”

  “Sounds like you’re talking about some criminal syndicate from a television show here,” I said.

  “Not in so many words? All I’m saying is be careful. If you’re having fun and keeping things light and that works for you, then you should be fine.”

  “Was I not fine in the beginning?” I asked.

  “I’m not really sure. Since I was younger, Parker has kept me out of things. When I met Tyson, he blew up thinking that he wouldn’t be able to keep me safe. Until h
e finally realized that Tyson was the only one that could. That keeping me farther away from things was better.”

  “You don’t talk much about Parker. Are things getting better on that front? Or are you guys still pretty distant?”

  “Things got better for a while before we moved. I guess he finally started to accept that I was safe. We had a couple of cookouts and the guys came over.”

  “Was Maddox there?” I asked.

  “No, Maddox never came over. He has always been a bit distant from the club. I guess he never liked to hang out with the rest of the guys. The reason I knew who he was, was from the patch on his leather jacket.”

  Patch on his leather jacket? I never saw a patch. I would have to look for that next time I saw him.

  “But once Parker told us to move and we had Mariah, things fell off again. They aren’t bad, but we don’t see each other as often as I hoped we would. They aren’t driving forces in our lives or anything.”

  “Are you guys getting along?” I asked.

  “Nah. I thought for a while that we could all get along. But I realized that Parker just needs to get his shit together before he comes around my daughter. I don’t want my family wrapped up in anything he is involved in.”

  “What exactly are they involved in?” I asked.

  “I never really knew. Parker wanted to keep me out of it, I just knew something was off and that they were involved in some shady stuff.”

  “Maybe it’s not what you thought,” I said. “Maybe the guys just seem like a harsh crowd and that is all.”

  “I tried to think that way too, until Parker called me one night.”

  “What do you mean he called?” I asked. I held my breath hoping that she would finally tell me why Parker told her and Tyson to leave.

  “He was the one that told Tyson and I to move to Everett. To get out of Seattle.”