Page 25 of Keeping What He Wants

When Ryker entered the club, he found Beth sitting on one of the sofas while the party was in full swing. Her sour expression drifted away when she looked up at him. From what he gathered, she was all too happy to please him. To make up for coming on to him.

“Ryker?” Beth stood and approached him. “I think we need to talk.”

“I don’t.”

“I’m sorry if I upset you. You just seem so unhappy with her. I want to see you smile. You deserve some happiness after all you’ve been through.”

“And you can give me that?” Ryker questioned. “Clearly you’ve forgotten how rank works around here. We’re not in New Orleans. I’m not some little prize for you to win. Ella is the one that makes me happy. And contrary to your opinion, she’s the one that keeps my dick hard. Not you.”

Beth pursed her lips with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Ella walked into the club, and Ryker sighed. There was no doubt in his mind that the two women would have more than words. Ella wasn’t violent, but he didn’t really put anything past either one of the women.

“Am I a little late to the party?”

Trying to reason with her was not a good idea. Ella had an agenda: Ryker simply needed to figure out what it was.

“Do you want a lap dance?” she asked him.

Dressed in a popular band t-shirt of his and a black skater-style skirt with combat boots on her feet, Ella stood before him with so much makeup on he barely recognized her. He blinked, assuming that he was hallucinating.

“What?” He glanced behind him to see both Vampire and Superman staring at them.

She folded her arms over her chest. “I’ve never been the party girl, but I do know how to have fun.”

He bit his lip trying to figure out what was going on. Ella reached for his crotch and cupped his cock. Groaning, he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her cheek.

“I think sometimes you see me like they do. That I’m too fancy for you.”

Her hand dipped into his pants and squeezed his bare cock. Ryker groaned again, trying to force his mind to focus on the conversation instead of the stimulation.

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”

“What got you hard?” She stopped stroking him and stared into his eyes.

“Your hand is on my dick.”

Ella nodded toward Beth. “She’s right over there if you want her. I’m not going to stand in your way.”

He shook his head. “I don’t need your permission to cheat on you. I don’t want her.”

“Yeah?” She stepped back, heading toward a narrowed-eyed Beth. “You want him, Beth? I watched you shove your tongue into his mouth outside our apartment. I also heard that you felt the need to grind your pussy against him while telling him that I didn’t need to know about the two of you fucking.”

She’d lost her mind. There had been cat fights between the women at the club before. Some were entertaining and some were petty. He didn’t want Ella to be in the middle of one. He glanced over at Beth and watched as the biker bitch contemplated her response.

“Go on.” Ella grabbed Beth’s arm and pulled her up from the seat before pushing her toward Ryker. “Suck his dick. He likes a lot of tongue, but then again you should already know that.”

Ryker felt a burst of anger flood through him. “What the fuck are you doing, Ella?”

“Have your fun.” Ella walked over to the bar and grabbed a beer before returning back to them. She sipped from the bottle and met Beth’s gaze. “Go on. Crawl all over him like the desperate, needy bitch you are.”

Ryker vaguely felt Beth’s fingers brush along his arm. He turned and Rizzo was eying him seconds before he focused his attention to Ella. Ryker had had enough. He went to Ella, grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the seating area. He clutched the back of her head and crashed his lips against hers. The world seemed to fade away as he held her against him. He didn’t fucking care if anyone watched. The room had turned into one big orgy anyway with sex and drugs being passed around. Ryker lifted Ella onto the bar top, parting her legs for his hips.

Ryker worked his fly open with one hand and shoved his pants down enough to free his cock. She clutched at his shoulders as he pushed deep inside her and leaned forward to kiss her mouth. She was his. That was never debatable. He didn’t want anyone else.

Her tight pussy wrapped around him, sucking him into her body where he fit perfectly. He didn’t care about all the bullshit that had gone on between them. He wanted Ella and he wanted only her. The music around them pulsed hard and dirty while he fucked her in the room. He withdrew and shoved his cock deeper, straining to keep his control in check. He needed her like he needed his next breath. Nothing else mattered.

Her breasts bounced with the forced of his hips, and he lifted one hand to squeeze them. Ella coming to the club was dangerous and they both knew it, but he was so fucking glad she had. He glanced to the side and saw Beth watching them. Ryker closed his eyes and scraped his teeth along Ella’s neck, licking and sucking her soft skin. He didn’t need anyone else to please him. Ella was everything he wanted.

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