TWENTY-SIX #2
“Yes, spill, I need to go soon,” Scarlett nodded.
Lisa blinked, looking at all the faces. “Spill... what?”
“You brought up sex, so now, tell us all about you and Splice. We only know his sexcapades second-hand from the sweet bottom bitches who’ve slept with him.”
“Wait.” Scarlett looked concerned. “Lisa might not know who Splice has slept with.”
“We’ve already talked about that. I know where the slut-puppy has been,” grinned Lisa, the others cracking up at her silly nickname for him. “Out on dates, he always has hungry women staring at him, and I’m never sure if he’s slept with them.”
“As a biker’s old lady, you’ll come up against his past a time or two; we all have.”
That’s when they started sharing tales about old flames or flings. Lisa’s eyes grew wide at how the girls handled it.
“I just fuck Devil’s brains out if we ever see any of his exes. Then I stay mad at him for the rest of the day, and he acts like a kicked puppy begging for my attention.” Smirked Kelly. “It’s very cute.”
Just then, a shadow fell over their table, and three men she didn’t recognize were smiling. Being at the end of the booth, Lisa was closest to them, and she arched a quizzical brow.
“Can we get you, ladies, a round of drinks?” one asked, appearing hopeful.
“Oh, here we go.” Muttered Scarlett. “Get ready for it in 3...2...1.”
And before any of them could reply, Ryan appeared, and so did Price.
“Fuck off right now,” Price growled, standing guard next to the club’s very pregnant First Lady. The younger boy looked ready to rip heads off and bury skulls in the desert.
“Move along.” A calmer Ryan issued in his no-nonsense, warning rumbling tone, and Lisa’s belly went into a sexually charged free fall, hearing it. “The ladies don’t want to be bothered.”
“Oh. Okay, dude.” One said, looking visibly nervous at the sight of Ryan. “Sorry, we didn’t mean any harm.” And they scuttled off.
Ryan came to her side, hunched down, and tapped a finger on her chin. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Yep.” She popped the P.
Ryan grinned. “Feeling tipsy, huh?”
“Only a touch.” She held out a finger and thumb in measure. His thumb rubbed her cheek, and she felt the need to crawl into Ryan’s lap. She had it so bad for this man.
As Ryan had told her, he wasn’t wasting a second chance to be with her. Well, she felt the same way about him. That meant not holding back her emotions, even if it was a foreign concept to Lisa, so she leaned forward and nuzzled his nose.
“Thank you for coming over, Ryan.”
“My girl doesn’t need pricks bothering her on girls’ night.”
She grinned so wide at him that she probably had cartoon hearts in her eyeballs.
“I’ll have some snacks sent over.” He rose to his great height, her greedy eyes following his stature, mentally undressing him.
She thought she was being so sly about it until Ryan bent at the waist, put his mouth to her ear, and said, “Keep eye fucking me and I’ll take you into the back office to sort out your soaked panties, goddess. ”
Lisa visibly inhaled hard enough to suck every inch of air out of the bar.
He meant it, too. She could clearly see that. And for a wild second, she nearly told Ryan to do it.
But then Scarlett broke into Lisa’s debauched thoughts by announcing she was going home. After a few more rounds of drinks, the ladies were one by one collected by their men. It was so cute to see the bikers gather around Ryan until it was their turn to grab their wives.
Only Nina and Lisa were left.
“Are you sure you’re doing okay, babe?” her friend asked. “You can always stay with Tomb and me. We’re decorating the house this week for Christmas.”
She told Nina that Ryan had installed cameras around her house.
“That boy has it bad for you.” She grinned.
“He never behaves like this with anyone. He’s watched you all night as if you were the most precious thing in his world.
I’m so freaking happy it’s happened for you both.
” They locked in a hug. “You must have had to come back to town, Lise. To become besties with me and to meet Splice again. I could burst; I’m so happy for my favorite people getting together. ”
Ryan and Tomb quietly approached because Lisa and Nina were too occupied sharing hugs and expressing how happy they were to be friends.
“Your girl is wasted.” Tomb remarked.
“So is yours,” Ryan said, pulling at Lisa’s arm until she let go of Nina and nestled into Ryan’s side.
“Lady, I love you, you know that?” Nina murmured, now cuddled up to Tomb.
“I love you more-est.”
“Jesus,” groaned Tomb, “let’s get ‘em out of here before we lose them to each other.”
Lisa giggled and buried her face in Ryan’s shirt. His scent instantly derailed her thoughts. “Mmm, you smell good, slut-puppy.”
“Thanks, sweetheart, keep a cap on it until I get you home.”
She blinked up at his smiling face. She saw two of him and had to blink again to make one of the Ryans go away. Aww, now she missed him. Come back, Ryan!
“I’m not wearing a cap. Where is my cap, Nin’s? Did you take it?”
“He means stop flirting with him because he likes it,” translated Nina. Lisa pressed her fingers to her mouth. “Ohhh, okay.” She glanced at Ryan, who was looking at her, amused. “I’m capped.”
“Good girl. Let’s go.”
“We’re going. Come on, Nina.”
“I’m going home, too, girl. Tomb makes the best grilled cheese. Five cheeses!” She held up eight fingers. Hold up, she was seeing two Ninas, and Lisa quickly blinked until there was only one.
“Man, I want a grilled cheese.”
“Come with us. Rome, make Lisa some grilled cheese, too!”
All the while, Lisa and Nina chatted amongst themselves, the bikers were guiding them to the door, and Lisa shivered when a blast of cold air met her skin, realizing they were outside.
Ryan’s leather jacket was suddenly around her shoulders, and he was telling her to slide her arms into the sleeves.
“I want grilled cheese, Ryan.” She pouted.
He tapped the end of her nose. “I’ll make anything you want.”
“Sappy fucker,” Tomb mocked.
“Kettle, I’m pot, douchebag.” Ryan retorted.
Was he sappy over her? Aww, Lisa wrapped both of her arms around Ryan’s waist. He was so solid all over; she loved being up against his body.
“I want to live right here,” she told herself, and felt Ryan’s hand cup the back of her head. “You can, baby.”
Yay, she thought, shivering and nuzzling his chest.
After that, she didn’t really remember much of getting home, only that Ryan’s truck was so warm that she nodded off a few times, lulled by the gentle bounce of the journey. The whole time, she kept her hand on his thigh, their fingers laced together.
“You won’t let anyone tear us apart, will you, Ryan?” She voiced the worry that had plagued her mind all night.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not.” He growled, the noise sending a hot shiver rushing down her spine. “I’m yours. You’re mine.”
“You’re mine.” She repeated, smiling like an idiot. “Ryan Gold is mine.”
The front door looked different when Ryan helped her down from the truck, and she frowned, leaning her sleepy body into his as he guided her forward.
He’d brought her to his house.
She was so happy about that, and she told him as much in the hallway while Ryan helped her take off her jacket and shoes.
Was it the extreme happiness of being in her boyfriend’s house, her Ryan Gold’s house, that made Lisa skin off the jeans, leaving them on the floor?
Maybe.
Who knows!
But she followed it by trying to open the smaller buttons of her blouse, but they were so fiddly that her fingers kept missing them.
She huffed and stomped her foot. “Ryan, help me.” She pleaded. “My buttons are glued on!”
She heard him sigh and mutter, “She’s killing me so fucking bad.”
But he gently unbuttoned her shirt, and she shrugged out of it, tossing it on the floor.
“Do you want a shower first? And I’ll make you some grilled cheese.”
“Who wants grilled cheese?” Lisa scowled, “Not me! It’s too late to eat. I’ll get chubby, and then you won’t like me anymore.”
Before she knew it, her back touched the hallway wall, and Ryan’s face dipped low enough that his nose brushed hers, his hand circling her throat.
“You can eat whatever-the-fuck you want, goddess, and I will ache for you. Get it? Nothing you can do will ever stop me from wanting you. You are so fucking desirable, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
I have to grind my back teeth to stop from mauling you right now.
My fingers are itching to touch you. My dick hurts to get at you.
But I can’t screw your brains out while you’re drunk, baby. Please take it easy on your man, hmm.”
That was so many words for Lisa’s muddled brain to sift through, but she got the lovely gist and nuzzled his nose.
“But... Ryan?”
“Yeah?”
“Remind me who owns your body, huh?”
“You do, goddess.” He answered right away, and Lisa’s panties nearly exploded.
She wanted him. So she told him so. And he growled.
“Lisa...” he said, like a warning. His hands dropped to her waist, squeezing so lovingly that she moaned.
“That means I can tell you to do anything I want, right?”
“Yeah, right, baby.”
Oh, he made her dizzy with...
With love?
Yeah, with love.
She loved him.
It wasn’t as if it had been a secret from her.
She just hadn’t told Ryan yet.
Love for Ryan Gold had been in Lisa’s heart for a long time, nestled in a place that was solely his.
She stretched onto her toes, hugged him, and enjoyed the feel of his frame. Lisa loved everything about it: the passion, the intimacy, the security.
“I want my Ryan Gold to make me feel good right now. Will he do that?” she asked in a whisper, and she wasn’t so tipsy that she missed how Ryan’s gray eyes flashed molten lava hot, and noticing the large bulge digging into her stomach, she ground against it.
It was hers, after all!
“You know I will, goddess.” He growled so deliciously that Lisa caught fire and hung on tighter to him.
Waiting.
Burning up.
Lusting for this man in extraordinary ways.
Unchained ways.
She wanted him badly.
And right now.