CHAPTER 18
RYKER
Snake looks like he’s about to lose his shit entirely. His eyes are fixed on Graycie across the room. Not long ago, I would have been giving him shit right about now. Tonight? Hell no.
I completely understand the way he’s watching his Old Lady. I haven’t been able to tear my eyes away from Ezra for more than a few seconds all night.
I’m glad she’s having a good time and catching up with friends. As much as I want to have all her time and attention, I know she needs more than just me in her life. I guess.
She’s gorgeous, but her beauty isn’t just about her features. It’s about the way she gives you her attention. It’s about the way she cares and gives kindness like it doesn’t cost anything. It’s about the way she lights up those around her and offers genuine connection while doing it.
When Snake stands up, I do too. Playboy walks up at that exact moment with Lola hanging off his arm.
For the most part, the club whores know to stay away from Mom and her generation of women.
It’s better for everyone if there’s distance there.
It’s also widely known that no one is stepping out on their Old Ladies. That shit doesn’t fly around here.
“Where you off to? I was just about to sit.” Playboy motions to the table.
“I’m headed over to my woman,” Snake grumbles the words, sounding more like a put-off bear than the VP he is.
I get it though.
“How long have you two been apart,” Playboy’s voice is filled with teasing, “like five minutes?”
Lola giggles, the sound is too high and too fucking wrong. It sounds fake as fuck. Playboy’s jaw tenses, but he doesn’t say anything. The look I give her has the laugh tapering off while she tries to play it off.
Unconvincingly.
Snake just rolls his eyes and doesn’t say a word before he heads across the room. I fall into step with him and Playboy follows behind like a fucking eager as hell puppy. I swear his tongue is about to loll out of his mouth. When Sidewinder joins us, I barely stop myself from rolling my eyes.
Sidewinder and Playboy pull a table up to the table in the booth, giving the space more room. I’m grateful when I pluck Ezra out of her seat and sit with her in my lap in a chair. It’s where she belongs and it wouldn’t have happened with just the booth seats.
“What are you doing?” Ezra’s question is filled with amused scorn.
“Joining my woman and our friends for a drink,” I tell her honestly.
She huffs, “I was talking more about this whole picking me up and putting me where you want me thing you’re doing.”
I nuzzle into her neck and whisper, “You like it when I put you right where I want you.”
The way she shivers in my lap has my cock hardening. I was already struggling, but with her in my lap? I’m fucking done for.
Snake took a page out of my book and has Graycie perched on his lap. His large hand slides over her belly and, fuck, I can’t wait until I can do the same to Ezra. When Snake catches my eye, the knowing smirk on his face tells me I’m more transparent than I thought.
Oh well; fuck it.
Lola puts a beer down in front of Playboy with a little too much force. I have no doubt she did it just to get everyone’s attention. And she does get it.
Eyes swing toward her as she drapes herself over Playboy’s back. His jaw flexes, but he doesn’t push her off.
“Oh, Ezra,” Lola’s voice drips with disdain, “I heard you were around the clubhouse. I guess I should say welcome.”
Ezra tilts her head slightly as she looks Lola over. “Lola, right?” When Lola nods, my woman grins. It’s not a nice grin, though. It’s pure warning. “Thank you for such a warm welcome,” the sarcasm is easy to hear in her voice.
Lola freezes for a moment, but she covers it with a lilting laugh that’s so fucking fake I almost roll my eyes.
“It’s just so strange that you’re even here,” she says the words like she’s offering a gift, “considering you’re the sheriff’s daughter.
” A look of fabricated concern crosses her face, “I hope you’re not here just to gather information for your dad. ”
My eyes narrow as I look at her. No, she really didn’t say that shit. Did she? Sidewinder’s gaze sharpens on Lola, and I can see he wants to say something.
“What the fuck, Lola?” Playboy sounds annoyed and horrified.
Lola’s eyes widen as she looks at him. “What? I’m just saying what everyone is thinking.” She shrugs like she’s not showing her ass. “Prez,” her voice turns seductive, “let me know if you need me later.”
I look down at Ezra. She doesn’t seem bothered, but there’s no way in the fucking world that I’ll allow this shit to continue.
“Lola,” my voice is deep and dark. She freezes and stands up straight.
When she looks down at Playboy, he’s shooting her a disappointed looked and shaking his head. “That was royally stupid.”
Lola’s eyes go big and round. It’s almost funny how quickly she puts on the act.
She thinks it’ll fool us. I don’t think it fools Playboy half as much as he wants her to think it does.
I stand up slowly while keeping Ezra in my arms. My steps are measured as I walk around the table toward Lola. I keep my eyes locked on her and I know my gaze contains zero warmth. She starts to shrink back, but she doesn’t run.
I’m not sure if that’s bravery or lunacy.
Maybe both.
When I set Ezra on her feet, she doesn’t say a word. She just looks at Lola. Maybe she’s waiting. I certainly don’t want to disappoint her.
The quiet spreads like a wave through the room. It heightens my senses and sharpens them.
My hand slides around Ezra’s waist and I pull her back flush against me. I lean over her, my voice a deep rumble, “Who do you think you are to speak to anyone like that, let alone my woman?”
Lola’s eyes widen. Her mouth opens and closes like she’s not sure what she can get away with saying.
“Let me make sure I’m being very clear,” I sneer, “Ezra is mine. You will not speak to her with anything other than respect. You won’t like the consequences if you choose not to heed this single warning.”
Ezra sucks in a breath, her body going still for a moment before she melts back against me.
“I understand,” Lola’s words sound like deference. But I don’t trust it.
“Good,” I dismiss her and then spin my woman, pick her up and throw her over my shoulder while ensuring her skirt doesn’t ride up too much.
“You know,” she grumbles just as everyone starts to cheer, “this takes some of the shine off the whole ‘my woman’ declaration.”
When I slap her ass, the cheering gets louder and she lets out a sound filled with annoyance and frustration. She wiggles slightly, but I just tighten my hold on her until I’m able to kick the door closed behind me. After tossing her on the bed, I follow her down.
I tug at her clothes, undressing her until she’s naked underneath me. When our skin touches, it does something to me. Our kiss is hot and wet. It’s all teeth and lips and tongue.
When I break away from her lips, we’re both panting. My mouth moves along her jawline and down her neck. My voice slips across her skin, “You’re very sexy when you’re jealous.”
“Jealous?” She breathes out the word. “I didn’t even say anything to her. Why would you possibly think I was jealous?”
I chuckle and bite down on her shoulder. She arches her back and wraps her arms around my shoulders. After rolling the condom down my length, I fill her slowly. She clings to me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Titus,” she moans.
Our bodies move together, finding the right rhythm. The way her walls open for me, the way they stretch around my length, is so fucking good.
“You know I love the way my name sounds on your lips,” I say the words against her skin before sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth.
I gently bite down on the tip before letting go and using my tongue to help with the bite of pain. Her breathing changes, deepens, as her pussy gets even wetter for me.
The sound of our bodies coming together again and again makes it obvious just how wet she is for me.
Fuck, I’d love to feel her wrapped around me with nothing between us. Soon. Very fucking soon. I don’t think I can wait too long.
I’ll be driven to damn near madness if I don’t bury myself inside of her raw.
When I grip her hip, I tilt her body slightly. The change in angle has me hitting the spot inside of her that makes her see stars. The way her eyes are glazed over with lust is almost my undoing.
Seeing her features filled with pleasure I give her is something else.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I groan while brushing some of her hair back away from her face. She wore her hair down tonight and the way it fans across my pillow has me fucking her harder.
She’s an offering.
For me.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off you all night,” my words are husky.
“I know,” she mewls the words, her legs tightening around me.
The throaty sound that comes from her when I grind my pelvis down against her clit makes me throb. I have to count backwards to stop myself from coming too soon.
Possessiveness slams into me. “All of my brothers saw tonight that you’re a fucking knockout,” the words fall from me, every one of them sounding like it has been steeped in rage. “They’re going to want you.”
The realization makes me want to roar. And then go on a fucking rampage and kill every single man who was in the room tonight.
But I can’t do that.
It would be uncouth considering I’m the club’s president. And I’m not sure being in the same room would be enough of a reason for the killing spree.
Now, if I could prove they looked at her? All fucking bets are off.
“Tell me,” I grit the words out through my teeth as I slam inside of her.
“I’m yours.” Her words hit me like raindrops.
I thrust into her faster and harder. I want her to feel every inch of me. I need it; crave it.
“That’s right,” I growl the words. “You’re mine, Teach.”
Her small hands cup my jaw and pull me down to her. The moment our lips meet, we start devouring each other. It’s hot. It’s hungry.