Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC #1) (17 page)

“That’s not going to happen.” He scraped his teeth along her leg, dangerously close to her pussy. “Besides, that’s just mean and you’re far from mean.”

“After all you put me through you really think I can’t be mean?” She moved so that she could kiss his lips. She was his. It was completely selfish of him to not walk away and let her live the life she deserved, a happy life away from him and the club. But he didn’t care. He loved her and he wanted to be with her as long as he lived.

Ryker pulled her over him, holding her legs open so his cock could rub against her hot center. She gasped into his mouth and pushed up, idly feeling the comforter for the condom.

“I was stupid to think something was wrong with you.” She opened the package and gripped his cock. “Your body could handle sex even if you were weak and on your deathbed.”

He grinned up at her before glancing down to watch her roll the condom on. “I’m resilient, what can I say.”

“Resilient isn’t the word I’d use.” She moved down his body and kissed the area of skin right beneath his naval. “Horny suits you better.”

She took his cock into her mouth, shocking the hell out of him. He swallowed, coughed. She glanced up at him, curiously staring while her mouth tightened around the tip. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his head so he could watch her. Ella was sucking his dick. Fucking hell. Maybe his heart couldn’t take the pleasure.

“Are you okay?” she asked, frowning at him. She stroked him a few times, watching him while she worked.

He chuckled and she pursed her lips.

“Are you laughing at me?” She let him go and pulled away.

“No, no, no.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “No, baby. God, no. I’d never laugh at you.” He let out a chuckle, not convincing her of anything.

“You’re laughing right now.”

“It’s either that or fucking shoot off like fireworks.” He clenched his teeth, then took a deep breath. “God, I wasn’t expecting you to suck me. It really damn near made me lose control.”

She still didn’t look convinced. Hell, they’d have to wait to do that until he could fucking move. He pulled her down to him and kissed her. The last thing he wanted was her feeling inadequate. God, he could see it written on her face. Laughing during sex was not his best move.

“I’ve wanted your mouth on me for so long, Ella.” He pressed kisses along her chin and down to her neck. “And it’s been a while since I’ve had you. Laughing was just a pressure release. I didn’t want to come the moment you sucked me, because I damn near did. I want to be inside you and make it good for us both. With you, I’m like a horny teenager. I can get hard in a second and shoot off the same. I’d never make fun of you, baby.”

She seemed to understand the more he explained. He thanked his lucky stars for that. Ella scooted down and stroked his cock again.

“Isn’t the point to make you come?” She glanced at him. “You act like we’re only going to have sex once.”

He laughed. “God, my heart can’t take it.”

“No?” Her fingers brushed along his balls. “Maybe we should stop. The last thing I need is the reputation of giving you a heart attack while we’re doing the nasty.”

The humor on her face gave him plenty of indication that she was joking. He wasn’t sure he could handle her stopping.

“Ella, I’m five seconds away from flipping you to the mattress and fucking you like my life depended on it. My side can’t take that. Quit teasing me.”

“Okay. I’ll leave you alone.”

He groaned and she laughed. “Put my cock inside you, now.”

She lifted her hips upward and angled him to her entrance. “You’re so damn pushy.”

“You have no fucking idea.” He gripped her hips as his dick pressed against her velvet folds. Her gyrations made his cock twitch as she rocked back and forth, taking him inch-by-inch into her hot body. She tested his control. He’d been horny all day, thinking about fucking her like he wanted. But she was Ella. She was sweet and inexperienced. He fully intended on taking it slow and focusing on her that night.

Ella had other ideas. Ideas that pushed his control to the point he was anything but fucking relaxed. Her hungry muscles latched onto him, sucking him deeper as she moved. Then she squeezed around him, milking his cock as she drew a soul-deep groan from him. He tried to back off. He knew somewhere deep inside that she’d yell at him if he tore his side open and started to bleed all over the white comforter.

Then she slid off his cock, lifting her body so that his every inch dragged along the walls of her pussy. How the hell was he going to survive like this?

“I can’t do it, Ella.”

Before she could say anything, he gripped her hips and slammed into her. He flipped their positions as she cried out. Each thrust of his hips pushed her farther across the bed. He pulled her legs so that they draped over his shoulders while he fucked her into oblivion. His side fucking hurt as her thigh bumped against it, but he didn’t give a shit. His cock ached for her attention and her pussy gave him everything he wanted. Each thrust had his stomach tightening, the fucking soreness growing more and more intense. Then her pussy clamped around him, hard and hot, sucking him while she arched off the bed, crying out his name.

Sweet. Fucking. Hell.

He shoved her legs aside and sucked her breast into his mouth as he shoved harder into her, driving his cock as deep as he could go. He shuddered, every muscle in his body tensing as his orgasm flowed through him, taking his breath as his side ached.

She stared up at him, lightly touching his face. “Are you okay?”

He took a deep breath. “I’m fine.”

He withdrew from the hot depths of her pussy and rolled to his back, clutching his side. Ella sat up, worried.

“Let me see.”

He groaned. He didn’t feel sticky from blood, so that had to be a plus. “I’m fine.”

Even as he said it, he moved his hands so she could look at his side. “This time you shouldn’t have done that.”

He laughed. “Ah, fuck me, Ella. You make me lose control like no one else.”

She brushed her fingers along his stomach. “You were supposed to lie back and let me do the work.”

“That was before you surprised me by sucking my dick.”

She rolled her eyes and pulled the condom off. “Your staples are okay, but the stitches are puffy. You have some bruising. You really need to take it easy.”

He didn’t know if that was possible. “I’ll try. Are you hungry?”

She stood to get rid of the condom. “I’m actually tired.”

He lifted the pizza box and opened it, selecting a piece, then taking a bite. “Come on, baby. You can sleep next to me.”

She turned the lights out and pulled the covers back, sliding into the bed next to him. She didn’t seem too interested in sleeping, though he could see the fatigue on her face. He leaned over and brushed his finger along her cheek.

“Do you see us spending our lives together?” she asked. “Marriage, babies. A house with a yard and a dog. Do you see that kind of stuff in our lives at some point?”

He bit into his pizza. “Marriage, sure. Babies, no thank you. I’d love to buy a house with you and I’m not opposed to having a dog. No cats. I don’t like cats.”

“You don’t want kids?”

“No.” He glanced over at her. “Do you?”

She didn’t respond immediately. He lifted the pizza box and carried it to the kitchen before grabbing his water and climbing back into bed. He could see Ella as a mom. She’d probably want a houseful of kids, and even though he didn’t he could see himself conceding to the idea. With her, he saw himself wanting things he’d never dreamed of before.

“Not right now,” she finally replied. “I always considered adoption. I never really thought I’d ever find someone I wanted to marry, so I always pictured myself creating that kind of a life on my own.”

“Why didn’t you think you’d marry?” He settled in next to her, turning so that he faced her while favoring his side.

“I kept my virginity until I was twenty-nine. It wasn’t exactly on purpose either.”

“Do you want to get married?” He didn’t know why but the thought of her taking his name, becoming his officially to love and cherish for the rest of his life, sounded so fucking good to him.

“Are you proposing?”

He chuckled. “I can. You’ll have to wait on the ring, though. My doctor won’t let me get out of bed.”

She rolled toward him, finally smiling. He liked her body pressed up against him. He liked that she trusted him to protect her and shelter her. That she sought for him to. She was tough and independent, but he loved the little moments of vulnerability she showed that allowed him to swoop in and be the man she wanted him to be.

“I think marriage can wait. I need to finish my residency first.”

He was fine with that. Leaning over to kiss her, he said, “I love you, Ella.”

She smiled at him. “I love you too.”

Chapter Twelve

“Excuse me, Dr. Hawkins. Can we speak with you?” Two police officers stopped her in the hallway of the clinic. Ella had her hands full of supplies she had planned to stock the supply closet with.

“What about?” she asked, walking away from them.

“Ryker Dennison.”

She stopped and turned toward them. “What do you want to know?”

“He was stabbed nearly a week ago. We knew you were there but we do not have an official statement from you about the incident.”

Ella walked to the closet and set the items on a table nearby. “What do you want to know?”

“Just your version of what happened.”

“It was an accident.”

“Accident?”

“Yeah. Accident.” She glanced between the two officers. “Anything else?”

“Uh, can you elaborate?”

She took a deep breath. “Look, I have work to do and you’re disturbing that. No crime was committed, if that’s what you’re looking for. It was an accident.”

“Who stabbed him?”

“He stabbed himself.”

“Attempted suicide?”

“No, not at all. It was just an accident.” Ella glanced over at her boss. “If that is all…”

“Yeah. Sure.” The two police officers turned and left.

She took a deep breath and unlocked the closet. She knew her boss would ask about the visit. Ryker would also not be too happy about it.

Her phone rang, saving her from a second interrogation. She answered it, holding it between her shoulder and ear, while she stocked the closet.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” It was her father.

“Hey.”

“Can you talk?”

“For a minute.”

“Your mother wanted me to invite you and Ryker over for dinner tonight.”

“Yeah, he told me you stopped by to invite us the other night.”

“So can you make it?”

“Yeah. We’ll be there.”

“Good.”

“Hey, Dad?” She stopped stocking the closet and stared at the supplies. “Why are the police coming to visit me at work about the stabbing? There’s no criminal charges being presented.”

He didn’t say anything immediately, which made her think that something else was going on. “Dad?”

“They’re considering this a murder attempt. His father has left town and suspicion leads them to think that he had something to do with Ryker’s stabbing.”

She shook her head. “They’re grasping at straws.”

“Are they?”

“Dad, come on.” They weren’t going to get the club on attempted murder. She didn’t know what all they did, but she did know that they did plenty of illegal stuff.

“You’re not involved in any of their business, are you?”

“No.” She closed her eyes. “I’ve got to go. Patients to see. Work to do.”

“What time do you get off work?”

“Six.”

“Come over then.”

She hung up from him and went back to stocking the closet. She had an easy day, but she figured the night would be interesting.

When it was time to leave work, she went home to find Ryker holding a meeting with Vampire and Superman. Those two seemed to be his trusted friends, while the two prospects that Razor had told to shoot her stood outside the apartment, waiting for them.

“Ah, look who’s home.” Vampire smiled at her. The man was cute for someone that got his nickname for being bloodthirsty. He was also a nice guy for the most part. None of Ryker’s friends were complete jackasses.

“We’ve got to go.” Ella stared at Ryker. “Get your clothes on.”

He frowned. “Where are we going?”

“I told my dad that we’d have dinner with him and my mom tonight.”

Ryker frowned. “I’m going to pass.”

She scoffed. “Fine. Go back to your little club meeting.”

She grabbed some of her clothes from the laundry basket she had yet to put away and went to change in the bathroom. It didn’t matter if he went or not. Her father was trying to make up for the whole stabbing incident. She changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a tight baby-blue shirt. She matched it with knee-high boots and a light black leather moto jacket. Her hair was a mess, but it would simply have to work. She finger combed the tangles out and added some lip gloss to her lips.

“Maybe for now,” Vampire commented when she walked out of the bathroom.

Ryker stopped talking long enough to give her his attention. She grabbed her keys and purse. “You’re on your own tonight.” She glanced between the men. “I got a visit from the police today. They were fishing around for what caused that hole in your side.”

“What did you tell them?”

“That it was an accident.”

“Anything else?” Ryker asked.

“No. But I’m not going to lie if they ask the right questions. I’m not part of the club. I have no reason to protect Razor.”

“Nobody is protecting Razor.” Ryker stood from the bed. He walked across the room to where she stood. “Don’t tell your dad anything.”

“He already knows.”

Ryker’s eyes widened. “What does he know?”

“I went off on him at the hospital.” She shrugged. “They were there.”

“Ella.” Ryker rubbed his forehead. “Okay. Your father is the least of our problems right now. I’ll see you when you get home.”

He leaned in to kiss her. His lips were warm against hers and she cupped his scruffy cheek as her lips parted. Maybe dating a cop’s daughter wasn’t his ideal choice of a partner, but it was what he got. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer as he kissed her.

“Quit,” she giggled. “You’ve got company and I need to go.”

“I’ll kick them out right now and you can stay home with me.”

“Not happening.” She kissed him. “Have fun with your boy scout meeting. I’m going to eat.”

She extracted herself from him and left. Her parents lived on the north side of Atlanta, in a suburb on the outskirts of the city. It was a nice neighborhood that was tucked away from crime. She knew her father’s neighbors liked having him around. He made people feel safe and she liked that about him.

She parked her car in the drive and got out. Her parents’ house was lit up and she actually felt good about visiting them. She missed her daily phone conversations with her father. With Ryker and the stabbing, they hadn’t talked much.

The front door was unlocked and she let herself in. Her mother had fixed enchiladas and her stomach growled at the smell of them.

“Mom?” She set her stuff down and walked to the kitchen, where she found her mother on the phone. She waved at her before going to the dish of food she had on the center island.

“I know. We’ll talk later. Ella just walked in the door.” Her mother nodded before making a motion with her hand that the person wouldn’t stop talking. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.”

She hung up. “Two hours later and I still don’t know if the high school greenhouse has my flowers.”

Ella smiled. “Let me guess. Margie.”

“Yes, Margie.” Her mother pulled her into a hug. “How are you?”

“I’m fine.” She hugged her mother back. “Hungry.”

“Well, there’s plenty.” She glanced around. “Where’s Ryker?”

Ella rolled her eyes. “He didn’t want to come.”

Her mother nodded. “Are you two doing okay?”

“Oh, yeah. We’re great.” She smiled.

Her mother studied her. “He doesn’t hit you, does he?”

“What? No. Mom, where did you get that idea?”

Concern filled her face. “Margie’s daughter dated a biker. He beat her. He knocked her up, too, but she won’t admit that. They’re planning on raising her kid themselves. She’s just nineteen.”

Ella shook her head. “No. Ryker doesn’t beat me. He’s never hit me.”

“Well, they don’t start out that way. It’s all sex and fun in the beginning. Then she said something he didn’t like and the next thing Margie knew Anna’s got a black eye and a bloody lip.”

“Mom, Ryker would never do that. Not to me.”

Ella could tell that her mother didn’t believe her. She could only imagine how it seemed. Ryker was rough around the edges and played that image well. He was a former drug addict. He still dabbled in illegal activities. But he’d never hurt her.

“I hope not. You’d tell your dad if he did, wouldn’t you?”

Her father walked around the corner. “Tell me what?”

Ella pushed away from the island. “Mom thinks Ryker is going to beat me.”

He glanced over at his wife. “Why?”

“Margie’s daughter dated that biker. He knocked her up and beat her.”

He shook his head. “That guy was a Young Blood. We all know how they like to use their fists.”

“But you’d tell him, right?” Her mother was adamant about it.

“Yes, Mom.” She glanced over at her father. “After I killed him and am sitting in a jail cell needing bail money.”

“That’s my girl.” He gave her a high-five and Ella laughed.

After dinner, they settled in the living room. She felt like she was a teenager again. Her father turned some kind of crime show on TV while her mother sat in her chair with a book. It was like old times.

“Why didn’t Ryker want to join us?” her father asked. Her mother got up and left the room to answer the phone.

“Well, he doesn’t really like you, Daddy.”

“The feeling is mutual, but we have a truce.” He glanced over at her. “What happened that night? You blamed me for it. What happened?”

She propped her head up on her hand. “Razor had me kidnapped. He tried to blame me for turning the Roaming Devils in—because of you—and told Ryker to kill me.”

Her father didn’t say anything and she continued.

“Ryker refused. Razor called in prospects. Told them to shoot me. They didn’t. He offered his entire club money to kill me. Sonny was the only one that stepped up and Razor gave him an unloaded gun and he pulled the trigger a few times while pointing it at my head. He gave the club a message about loyalty and doing what you’re told instead of having feelings about it. But when he came at me with a knife and was going to kill me himself, Ryker stepped up and told him that he would do it. Instead, he stabbed himself, taking the blame.”

She licked her lips. “I started screaming for someone to call an ambulance and everyone left. I rode to the hospital with my hand inside Ryker’s abdomen, plugging his artery so he didn’t bleed out.”

Her father ran a hand over his face. “I know you’re not going to listen to me when I say you need to stay away from them. But I’m going to say it anyway. You need to stay away from them.”

Her mother returned with something for them all to drink. Ella thanked her and sipped her lemonade. “They’re not all that bad. Definitely some rotten apples in the barrel but not all of them.”

“We’ll agree to disagree.”

She smiled. “I knew you would say that. I really need to go home. I don’t like being out at night by myself.”

“You can stay here.” Her mother lifted her drink to her lips. “Your room is upstairs.”

“I can’t stay here.”

“Why not?” Her father glanced up at the clock. “Ryker can take care of himself. He’s a big boy. Call him.”

She laughed. He wouldn’t like that much. She pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket and dialed his number.

“Hey.” She sipped her lemonade. “I’m going to stay with my parents tonight.”

“What? Why?”

“Because it’s late and I don’t want to drive home by myself in the dark.” She stood and walked to the kitchen.

“Nobody is going to hurt you.”

“Maybe not. But I’m staying. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I don’t want you to stay.”

“Too bad. You should have come with me.”

Silence filled the line. Then, “Is that what this is about? You’re mad because I didn’t go to dinner with you?”

“I’m not really mad. I just think it’s childish. You can have dinner with my father. He said you had a truce.” She leaned on the kitchen island. “I hate to break it to you, but if I’m in your life, then he is too. You don’t have to be friends, but you do have to respect that I have a relationship with him, that I love you both.”

He sighed. “Okay. I get it. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“I do love you, jerk face.”

“Yeah? Prove that tomorrow morning.”

She laughed. “Maybe.”

“Sweet dreams, babe.”

They disconnected and Ella went back in the living area. She stayed up a while talking with her parents before her mother went to bed. Her father shut the TV off and the room fell silent.

“You can’t tell the department what I told you. I told Ryker that he had to respect that I have a relationship with you. I’m going to tell you the same. I know he’s not who you pictured me dating, but I do love him. He loves me too. You can’t go after the Roaming Devils. I know you’re in guns and gangs, but you have a huge conflict of interest now.”