Ride To Vengeance (A Rough Riders MC Novel #3): A Rough Riders MC Novel #3 (The Rough Riders MC Series) (18 page)

After their vows and being declared husband and wife, the guests and the lucky new couple were all escorted to a lovely outdoor setup where the reception would be held.

Several hours and many glasses of champagne, a grand dinner and wedding cake-cutting ceremony, Naomi rested her head on Ronan’s shoulder as they danced to “Halo.”

She stared into his eyes, her bright amber orbs enticing, as they were seductive. “So, when are we gonna ditch our wedding party and you take me up to our grand suite where we finally get to have legal sex?”

“I should have known you only married me for my body,” Ronan teased as he pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

“Well, your mind isn’t bad either and you have a great set of eyes and a very sexy face. Oh, and that deep, masculine voice turns me on in the worst way. My panties are pretty damp right now,” she whispered in his ear.

“You’re such a tease. You can stick with this for another half an hour or so and we’ll break away, all right? I gotta talk to Hardy before we do our disappearing act.”

The song ended and was replaced by an upbeat pop song when they both took the opportunity granted to part and go their separate ways. He watched as she walked over to the bridesmaid table where Gisela, Kyra, Talia and Chantal all sat down. Naomi collapsed in the first available chair and poured herself a fluted glass of sparkling apple cider.

He turned away and walked toward where the group, including Hardy, stood with Cricket, Cillian, Kink, Max and Erik
Kitaev
.

“Have you had any problems with the women?” Erik inquired without preamble before he swigged from a crystal glass with a generous amount of expensive vodka.

“No. Layla has been working with them and so far, most of them are just happy to know that they will be treated all right. The brothers get a discount but so far, we’re enforcing a ‘no freebie’ policy,” Ronan explained. “It just makes the women feel like they are valued and not just club property to be passed around. They want free pussy then that’s what the Saint slappers are there for. If they want quality, disease-free pussy then they gotta pay for it.”

“As they should.” Erik looked toward Cillian. “What about you? Have there been any complaints from Raymond that you know of up north?”

Cillian shook his head. “No, as a matter of fact, expect a call from the man. According to Max—who knows more than I do since he’s actually part of the organization and we merely provide muscle—everything is going great. They are cooperative and lovely. Not to mention he dispersed them throughout his brothels up north so they are working with his regular women and he
is
paying them.”

“That’s the man’s business,” Erik responded. “Raymond is a good man and—what you Irish say?—an ordinary decent criminal. Perhaps that is why he is still around when so many of the old men are dead. He has a daughter, yes? He can’t stand them not making any money. Don’t let the women gossip. If it comes out that the women in northern Nevada are getting paid, the women in your area might complain.”

He paused to swig on his vodka before he continued. “I don’t know how you plan to run your organization but any woman who talks of money other than what has been agreed to will be promptly shipped home. I don’t intend to pay these whores any more than what they are worth.”

Ronan thought about that before he spoke. “Would it actually be so bad to give them a salary?”

Hardy smacked him upside the head playfully, “Are you tryin’ to fuck with me profits, son? What are you? Daft? Why should we pay them?”

“Hear me out and stop
smackin
’ me upside the head. Naomi gets that look in her eye when you do that—joke or no joke.”

“Bugger me—guess I better cut that shite out,” Hardy murmured under his breath.

“I’m just sayin’ . . . not a big piece—certainly not what Raymond is payin’ his whores but . . . just pocket change. Make ’em feel like this is a legitimate operation. And we would all feel better if we thought about it. Does anyone want to feel like a trafficker?” Ronan elucidated in a quiet voice.

“No but feeling like Shaft makes it all the more better?” Cricket questioned rhetorically as they all laughed.

“Shaft wasn’t a pimp, you fuckin’ momo—he was a
Detective
,” Max replied in a cool voice. “You’re thinkin’ of the King George character in
Coffy
.”

“What the fuck? What are you? A
movie
critic?” Cricket glared at Max.

“No, but you sure as fuck don’t know shit about films, that’s for sure,” Kink continued facetiously. “That’s like getting
The Deer Hunter
and
Raging Bull
mixed up.
Coffy
starred Pam Grier and
Shaft
starred Richard Roundtree. The only similarities were they were part of the Blaxploitation film market that happened during the seventies.”

“And yet . . . you two don’t share any similarities but parentage. Isn’t that what you told us?” Ronan asked in a sarcastic voice.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m gonna knock you in the head,” Kink mumbled under his breath.

They all laughed before finishing up their business and the men going their separate ways. Ronan immediately sought out Naomi and wrapped an arm around her waist as she stood up.

“Ready to consummate our marriage?” he whispered in her ear before he looked at her with a hint of sex in his violet-blue eyes.

“It’s not like it’s our first time but I know you’ll be gentle with me . . . at first . . . so yes, I’m ready,” she said as they boarded the elevator.

“The key words being, ‘at first.’”

They both got a laugh out of that one as the doors closed and the elevator began the ascent to the floor where their honeymoon suite happened to be located.

Chapter Fourteen

Naomi

I
still couldn’t believe Ronan and I were finally alone and about to consummate our relationship as husband and wife for the very first time. It was cheesy—even I could admit that—but the moment reminded me of the “Like A Virgin” song by Madonna. I truly did feel like a new woman and he was touching me for the very first time.

Maybe it was because we hadn’t made love in over three months.

He was a man, after all, and I never asked whether he’d sought comfort somewhere else because after his confession about Layla had proven to me he hadn’t. He probably had way too many callouses on his hands from working out and jerking off but he wouldn’t have slept with another woman.

I knew a lot about Ronan—probably more than his parents did—and I instinctively felt he’d waited for me. He wouldn’t rush me into something he knew would be devastating for me and for that, I was eternally grateful to him.

God knows I’d wanted to make love to him desperately but I couldn’t. Not because I would ever get him mixed up with Fernando but the man still haunted my dreams whether I liked it or not.

There were many a night I’d woken up; my skin clammy and a layer of cool sweat covering my flesh. I’d imagined being stuck there in that elaborate mansion with him again as his toy to be used and abused over and over again until he’d had his fill. Although in my nightmares, he’d always waited until I birthed his babies and then he slit my throat.

The thought made me involuntarily clutch the set of pearls that adorned my neck now as Ronan and I walked through the honeymoon suite. He noticed the change come over me and sat me down carefully on the bed before he knelt in front of me.

“Hey . . . where’d you go?” His violet-blue eyes held a glint of worry while his brows furrowed.

“You’re going to give yourself premature wrinkles if you keep doing that,” I replied good-naturedly before I touched the side of his face with my right hand and cupped his cheek.

“Stop it,
Nomes
. What’s going on? It’s like you weren’t here with me. Were you . . . back there . . . with
him
?”

I knew he couldn’t say his name any more than I could. I bit my lower lip and glanced at him fleetingly before I looked away and nodded my head.

“We don’t have to do this tonight. I won’t put you through any situation that would cause you trauma. It’s true . . . my dick aches all the time. I can get hard by just being in your vicinity and I think I have used my right and left hands more than I ever have or at least since I was about thirteen. But seeing you like this, frightened and worried something bad could happen between us . . . babe, gettin’ off inside you isn’t even worth it. Not if you’re truly not ready to make love.”

Now, I was the one who felt guilty.

How long did I think I could go on like this?

What Fernando did to me was never about sex; rape never is—it was about power and flexing the control he had over me as the “weaker sex.” I didn’t want to deprive my husband of sex and God knows I’d never felt so horny being pregnant. I wanted Ronan all the time but I felt like I needed a period to grieve about what I’d lost and what Fernando had put me through.

That period had come to an end. No more would I continue to torture myself about an experience that had come and gone. I could no longer allow my trauma to define the person I happened to be. I knew I was stronger than that. If I could survive a harrowing ordeal like that then I could survive anything and I was determined to prove it to Ronan right here, right now and in this bed.

“No, babe,” I began as I stood and turned my back to him so he could unzip my dress. “I’m ready to make love to you and I won’t allow what
he
did to me to stop us from celebrating our wedding night. This whole day has been perfect. I’d be a fool to turn you down and deny you the pleasure we both
want
and
need
.”

He reached out and unzipped my dress before I allowed it to fall to the floor and turned to face him. My lingerie—a sexy black bra and black lace panties—still looked alluring with the curve of my bump. I knew I looked utterly delectable and that was the point.

Ronan grabbed me and held me close as he buried his head between my breasts before he grabbed them gently, fingering my nipples through the fragile material.

“You’re absolutely beautiful.” He pulled away and looked at me before he stood and undid my bra from behind.

It fell to the floor and I looked at him, unashamed of my growing breasts that had become ultra-sensitive due to my pregnancy.

When he pulled me to his body and kissed me, I thought I would melt with desire. The fear I felt dissipated like smoke as his tongue entered my mouth and swirled with mine in perfect and swift motions that flooded my panties with want, need and desire.

I peeled off his cut gently before he threw it onto a nearby chair.

After that, we both realized how much we wanted, needed and missed each other. He tore off my panties in haste and dropped them on the floor as I ripped buttons on his expensive silk shirt to peel it away from his body.

His arms and chest—covered in tattoos—came into view and I couldn’t help but take in the strength of his body and how much power he had over me. I knew he would never hurt me but I still glanced at his face, filled with ecstasy, as I unbuttoned his pants and allowed them to fall to his ankles.

His cock, hard as a proverbial rock, jutted out from his body and I grabbed it possessively as I sat down on the bed and wrapped my lips around the mushroom head. He groaned out loud as I began to work him with my mouth, pushing more and more of his length inside of me until his head hit my tonsils while I caressed his balls with gentle yet strong hands.

Ronan was careful not to touch me at all. I understood why. He didn’t want to scare me into thinking that I was being forced to go down on him when it was what I needed to do to cleanse the memories of sex I hadn’t consented to with Fernando.

I didn’t realize how powerful my mouth and tongue could be until I heard his voice, “Stop, I’m going to come, babe.”

But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop my exploration of his body and before I knew it, his whole body began to shake as his dick jerked inside my mouth and his semen flowed down my throat as I continued to orally satisfy him.

I pulled away, almost ashamed as he bent down and kissed my mouth again, his tongue claiming mine as he tasted the result of his satisfaction on my lips.

“I’m so sorry, babe,” he whispered. “It’s been so long . . . and I couldn’t stop it. I looked down at you, how fuckin’ sexy you looked with my cock in your mouth and your breasts brushing against my legs—I should have stopped you.”

“Don’t be sorry, honey. I wanted to do it and I wanted you to come in my mouth. You’re my husband—the man I adore above all. Why wouldn’t I want to share such an intimate moment with you? You’re not
him
and you never will be so you have nothing to feel guilty about.”

Ronan lifted me up and laid me in the middle of the bed. “Now it’s my turn to worship your beautiful body and make you
feel
good. Don’t be scared because I promise I won’t take it too far. Any time you want me to stop, just tell me and I will.”

I caressed his face before I smiled and his lips claimed mine again with ferocious passion I forgot he could stir inside of me. His mouth left a trail of want down my jaw and neck as his tongue tackled my swollen breasts and hard nipples. They responded immediately to his touch with fervor as he licked and suckled one breast before he tackled the other with just as much enthusiasm.

I moaned out loud as his mouth dipped lower. To the baby bump he kissed and caressed with such gentleness, it made me want to sob with overwhelming joy. My breath came in loud gasps as his lips found that spot between my legs and his tongue swiped my clit softly before his whole mouth surrounded it and suckled on it. I couldn’t stop my own orgasm if I wanted to, especially after he thumbed the hardened nub between my folds while burying two fingers inside of me and caressed my G-spot.

The feeling of pleasure grew and bloomed until it was all I could see, smell, feel, hear, and taste as my hips gyrated against his hand and a powerful orgasm washed over me in waves.

Ronan removed his fingers and sucked my juices off with a hungry mouth before he kissed me again, his lips coated with my pleasure. Slowly, he gently turned me over onto my stomach and I got on my hands and knees. He removed his pants completely and finally, we were both naked and our bodies, pressed against one another.

Slowly, he worked his cock inside of me before he bent over my body, his own reassuring and strong as he kissed my neck. I had to get used to his length and size again and he allowed me to be filled with him, without moving as he kissed my shoulder blades.

“How do you feel?” he whispered as his hands caressed my hips. “Is it too much too soon?”

I couldn’t believe he was asking me that when all I wanted him to do was fuck me hard and rough before coming inside me. Then, we could follow it up with a gentle session of lovemaking where we could hold and caress each other without fear we’d come before we were ready. It would happen in a leisurely fashion and we would come together in a joy to the senses and outright rush of blood to our heads.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said without hesitation in my voice or tone. “Fuck me hard and then I want you to make love to me.”

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief as he began to move inside of me, gentle at first, still unsure whether I meant what I said or not. It was only when I began to push against his cock that he sped up his pace, slamming inside of me with less than careful caresses yet not hard enough he’d hurt me.

I breathed deeply, not able to take much more of the pressure as he fucked me like I’d demanded him to do. He rammed me again and again yet they were timed and in perfect sync. I breathed hard as one of his hands let go of my waist and caressed my clit as he continued to push into me with deep, measured and painfully fulfilling strokes until my kegel muscles grasped him like a vice and I fell over the edge yet again.

“Oh. My. God.” I couldn’t stop my orgasm even if I wanted to and the feeling of him inside me swelled as he joined me in my utter feeling of ecstasy. His own groan was completely guttural and filled with an animalistic need to be satisfied.

We both breathed hard for a long time before he pulled out of me and got off the bed. I turned over and landed on my back, my legs splayed as I tried to get over one of the most heart-pounding orgasms I’d ever experienced.

The constant traumatic fear I constantly felt was finally over and I was willfully and wholly
me
again.

I could enjoy sex with my husband. Not only that but I reveled in our lovemaking. My skin tingled and I felt completely aglow. I didn’t feel bad at all. My body thrummed with a lovely sensation that echoed through every pore. I couldn’t wait to share another moment like this with my husband, baby bump and all.

He emerged from the bathroom with a wet washcloth and cleaned me up before we turned back the bed. The washcloth was tossed on the floor next to our discarded clothes and he spooned me from behind as we settled into our new togetherness.