Page 45 of Keeping What He Wants

“I was pretty fucked up back then. My grandfather had just died. My dad was pushing coke on me. I slept around. I cared about you, but only from afar.” He lifted a breadstick from the basket in the center of the table. “You are so fucking special.”

“I’m not that special.”

He smiled. “Yes, you are. When I need you the most, you’re always there for me. You’re the only person that really does that.”

“Vampire and Superman do too.”

“No.” He shook his head. “I’m an authority with them. With you…I’m just me. I didn’t have parents. Not real ones. I grew up in a world where I couldn’t show any weakness. You’ve seen me at my best and my worst. I think I’ve even shed a fucking tear or two in front of you. I don’t know. I was high.”

She reached for his hand. The more he talked, the more she understood his connection with her. She’d been jealous and pissed off about him with his ex, but he really felt something more with her. Ella knew he didn’t let his guard down. When he was around his friends, he was more focused than his relaxed nature with her.

“Why?” she asked. “Why am I the only one you can be that way with?”

He linked his fingers with hers. “You don’t want anything from me. Drugs. Money. Status. None of that matters to you. I respect you greatly for being your own person. You don’t need me, and I know that. I’m not used to that. Women always need me for something. They’re always trying to please me. You couldn’t give one fuck about that.” He chuckled. “You push against me. It makes me hot and horny, and half the time I don’t even know why were fighting. I like it though. Most of the time. Not about serious stuff or you truly being upset, but I like you giving me a run for my money when we butt heads about something.”

“And I’m the exact opposite.” She laughed. “I don’t like fighting with you. I like the tender side of your personality. It doesn’t come out very often, but I have seen it and I know it’s there. I want you to be around more. I want to have conversations with you. I want to do couple things.”

He didn’t say anything for the longest time. “Couple things? Like fucking in a winery?”

“Fucking in a winery is pretty risqué.” She sipped her wine. “We could do it doggy style by the grapevines or maybe you can press my back into the grapes while you drive your cock into me like you mean it.”

He grinned. If she looked closely, a faint hint of pink tinted his cheeks. Ryker shook his head. “Actual sex isn’t what I’m thinking about right now.” He took a sip. “Filling your mouth to end this conversation seems like a better idea.”

Instead of saying anything, she scooted her chair back. Ryker watched her from across the table, his eyes heavy with desire. She knelt on the ground and crawled under the table. Her heart thumped as she reached for his legs and pushed his thighs apart. She nuzzled him, loving his masculine scent. His hands dropped to his fly as he worked it open. His cock was thick and perfect, and her mouth watered at the sight of it. She licked the tip with a flick of her tongue. Most nights, Ella could simply think about what Ryker looked like and smelled like only to grow wet with desire. The way he took her into his arms or kissed her softly on the lips had her trembling with need before they even said hello to one another. She sucked the tip of his cock between her lips.

Sucking a man off in public didn’t even cross her mind on the list of things to do this weekend. Before she’d finally had sex, she hadn’t imagined being that girl, the one who did risqué things to please her man. She bobbed her head along his length, holding down the flaps of his jeans with her hands. Ryker’s fingers stroked along her arms while she pleasured him. She hadn’t known what to expect when they’d first gotten together. He was a wild card, and she had been pretty tame.

But Ella didn’t want to be seen as boring anymore. After one look from the trashy biker chick he had called his friend, she knew that was how the bikers saw her: Some good girl. A prude.

Ryker’s fingers brushed along her cheek before he pushed her away gently from his cock. Ella wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, watching as he tucked his hard dick into his pants. Grimacing, he got the zipper up but left his pants unbuttoned.

She crawled out from the table and sat back in her seat just as Ryker stood. “We’re leaving.”

She lifted her glass of wine. “But I still want to talk to you.”

“Later.” He held out his hand and waited for her to take it.

Ella grabbed her bag from the table and stood, looking up at him innocently. “Where to?”

“Like you don’t fucking know.” He grabbed her hand and led her back to his bike. They both got on and he started it up, revving the powerful engine a few times before they took off into the night. She didn’t know where they were going, but she didn’t want the night to end. It felt too fucking good simply being with him.

Ryker pulled off some unknown drive and thrust them deeper into the darkness of the wooded area surrounding the lodge. They rode to a waterfall in the middle of nowhere and parked the bike. He grabbed her arm and dragged her in front of him, popping the chin strap of her helmet and pulling it off her head. His went next.

“Get your clothes off,” he said before crashing his mouth against hers.

He pulled at her shirt and tossed it aside. His fingers went to her jeans next, undoing them and tugging both them and her panties off her hips. She could barely comprehend what was going on before he had her naked on his bike, splayed out in front of him. The moon shined down on the water, and the glow gave them just enough light to see what they were doing. Ryker’s finger found her clit and rubbed while he leaned forward and flicked her nipple with his tongue.

The engine hummed beneath her as he pushed two fingers inside her cunt. She gripped the handle bars, arching against him as he played her body. He kissed the underside of her breasts, teasing her with the soft rasp of his tongue. His thumb stroked her clit while his fingers pumped into her, getting her wetter, preparing her for his cock.

“Help me turn over.” Ella clutched the back of his head, forcing him to look at her before she kissed him. Ryker pulled her legs together and lifted her so she could straddle the bike with her back to him. He nipped her shoulder, licking and sucking along her neck until she fell forward. The vibrations of the bike hummed against her clit.

“Oh, wow.” She gasped, holding onto the chrome bars.

Behind her, Ryker laughed, standing to undo his pants. His fat cock rubbed along her slit. He teased her entrance with the plump head, making her squirm with need. She closed her eyes as he licked the dip of her spine. How one man could make her feel so damn good was beyond her comprehension.

“Is your hot pussy ready for me?” he whispered in her ear.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Sucking your cock made me so wet. I need you inside me.”

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