No Easy Ride: A Biker Erotic Romance (2 page)

“You were never an asshole to me.” Ellie, uncrossed her arms and relaxed a little. He looked like that angry little boy again, stuck in a life that wasn’t his choosing and forced to accept it.

“Yes I was. You never let me get away with it for long, but I tried over and over.” He began to pace again. “I think that’s why I never minded being around you when my dad would pawn me off on your mom.”

“Mom liked you. She always thought you were a good kid who was cut a raw deal.” Ellie watched him pace. He still hadn’t looked at her.

“She was good to me. I appreciate it now. I couldn’t back then.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, uncomfortable talking about how he felt. “I was sorry to hear that she passed.”

“Thank you.”

He stopped pacing suddenly and turned to face her. “I was a jerk last night.”

“Yeah, you were.” She shrugged, acting like it was nothing to her. “I get it, okay? You weren’t thinking with the head on your shoulders and you regret sleeping with me. No harm done.”

“Wait, no.” Rex held his hands up, confused as to what he said to make her get the wrong idea. “That’s not what I meant. I don’t regret last night. At all. I regret making it seem that way by freaking out a little, but I don’t regret any of the rest of it.”

She wasn’t looking at him, seeming less than convinced and he was out of words.

Ellie was looking out the window, contemplating what he said and the next thing she knew he was in front of her, yanking the ink pen out of her hair and letting it fall over his hands. He took two handfuls and pulled her head back, taking her mouth more aggressively than he had before.

Ellie’s body reacted immediately, refusing to let her brain catch up. She arched into him, her hands finding the desk to brace herself against. His mouth was punishing, bruising her softness. When he released his hold on her hair it was merely to place that grip on her hips and pull her harder into him, grinding his pelvis into her stomach. There was no way to deny that he meant to prove how much he wanted her.

He meant to take things slower, to seduce her a little bit but all his plans went right out the window the moment her body was pressed against his. She was lush, curved in all the right places and responsive to him in a way he never experienced before. He never got the impression that she was holding something back.

***

Why did it have to be Rex? She was no angel. There were other men. Enough to know that the mild responses she had with them didn’t compare to what she felt when he touched her. She was on fire in seconds, breathing hard and skin flushed with the blood pounding in her veins.

Rex had always been good at getting whatever he wanted from women. A slow smile, a well-choreographed touch—that was pretty much all it took to get them willing. They were always willing and sex was a pretty easy game to play.

This was different. Ellie was different and this didn’t feel like a game.

Pulling away, he looked down at her bruised lips and glazed eyes. He did that to her. He put that look in her eyes. It was an electric shock to his system. Snatching her up, he pushed the things on top of her desk away and set her on the top, stepping between her thighs.

With his mouth trailing little nips all down her neck and his hands working their way under her shirt, she struggled to find the breath to speak. When she did, the sound she made was somewhere between speech and moan. “The windows are open.”

His response was nothing more than a buzz of his lips against her collar bone. He didn’t think anyone would actually be able to see them unless they came up the walkway but the thought of getting caught added an edge to the moment that he liked. Sliding his hands up higher, he pulled her shirt quickly up and over her head. When her hands rushed to cover her exposed breasts, he pressed his chest against hers until she was reclined back on her elbows.

Ellie couldn’t stop a quick glance towards the windows. She was so far out of her comfort zone. But then Rex's lips were on her nipples, pulling just right and her mind shut down to everything but him. The neighbors could have stood outside clapping and she wouldn’t have cared.

Keeping her distracted with his mouth on her nipples, Rex lifted her just enough to slide her panties down and off. Hooking his foot in the rung of her desk chair, he pulled it behind him. All he could think about was getting his mouth on her.

Oh, dear God, was all she could think. He smoothly moved from her breasts to the junction of her thighs that she hadn’t had time to even pretend to protest. Her thighs rested on his wide shoulders and he sat down in her chair like a guest at the dinner table. The feel of his breath against her hot, moist skin was enough to have her squirming but it was the long, slow lick of his tongue that left her moaning.

He nuzzled at her clit with just the tip of his tongue, loving the way her legs tightened over his shoulders. There was something about her reaction to him that drove him crazy. His cock was so hard that every shift of his body put him dangerously close to the edge. He speared his tongue inside her in a mockery of what he was dying to do to her.

She tilted her head back and kept her eyes closed until he put his tongue inside her. It was an utter shock of pleasure that had her losing any remaining shyness so she could watch him taking her with his mouth.

Maybe it was the wickedness of being completely naked and having a fully dressed man making a meal out of her that sent her over the edge. Or maybe it was him watching her as she watched him. Her entire body spasmed when she came and her thighs locked around his head.

She tried to catch her breath. It was impossible. Every nerve ending was singing and her blood was pounding. She barely registered that he was standing. All her muscles were still contracting when he sheathed himself and slid his cock inside her slowly, carefully. His moan was the only thing that broke through the haze.

There had been moments, early on in his teen years, when he was overwhelmed by the feeling of being snugged inside of a hot and willing woman. He felt like that now. Her inner muscles were still clenching and releasing, so tight around him that he was grasping for control.

His eyes were so tightly shut and his mind so focused on keeping still inside her that he didn’t notice how she watched him. The way the muscle in his jaw twitched uncontrollably. The white tips of his fingers where they were digging into the meat of her thighs. The vein at his temple that throbbed with every beat of his heart. In that moment she finally understood what all the characters in her books knew: the power that a woman had over a man.

He was still visibly struggling for control. Ellie wrapped her arms around his neck, brought her mouth to his ear and whispered words that she never thought would come out of her mouth. “Fuck me, Rex. Now.”

“Jesus, Ellie.” The words were barely intelligible, growled through clenched teeth. She licked her way up his neck and he lost that last thread of control he was clinging to. He pounded into her, lost. In seconds she was tightening around him and biting his shoulder to smother her very vocal appreciation.

He came so hard that he felt lightheaded. Even after he was spent he couldn’t stop stroking in and out of her heat. Sweat dripped off his forehead onto her breasts and she chuckled breathlessly. It was contagious and he found himself smiling like a kid.

“There’s gotta be a bed in this place.”

Her eyes went wide and shot up to his. “Again?”

“Again.”

***

Hours later they were sitting on her bed, eating Chinese takeout straight out of the box and laughing about their obvious lack of chopstick skills. He pulled on his jeans to answer her door when the food had been delivered but hadn’t bothered to button them. She pulled the sheet around herself and let him take care of everything.

They went at each other like animals over and over again. She ached pleasantly, her hair was a tangled mess and because of the way he kept looking at her, she didn’t even care.

“This is completely crazy, you know that don’t you?”

She paused, food halfway to her mouth. “What?”

He leaned back against her padded headboard and stretched out, crossing his ankles. “Your father put mine in prison and the old man hasn't forgotten about it. Yet, here we are.”

It was true. Manny Pershing was the president of the Siouxan Brothers motorcycle club and as luck would have it, Xander Throne--Ellie's father--was the head of the Karthadossian Riders. The two clubs had been fighting each other for as long as any of their members could remember.

Ellie put the chopsticks down in the box and set it in her lap. Rex gave her the opening and she was taking it. “Do you really think my dad set yours up?” There was no censure in her tone, just curiosity. She had her suspicions about her dad and she wondered what his thoughts were on the matter.

“The old man is convinced of it.” Rex shrugged, taking a bite out of a crispy eggroll. He chewed slowly, mulling over what to say. “You sure you want to know what I think?”

Leaning back on her hands, she watched his face closely. She always thought she was a good judge of people, their moods, their little tells. Whatever Rex had to say, he was worried it would piss her off. “I’m sure.”

“Dad is plenty good at getting himself into trouble, but that mess—that wasn’t Manny being Manny. We both know what goes on in the background at the clubs. Even if you were sheltered from it more than I was, we both know that illegal shit goes on there. It’s petty shit though, small drug deals and gun sells. Nothing that would bring the Feds into play.” He stabbed at his box of food with the wooden sticks, weighing his next words carefully. “Yeah, I think your dad set him up. Xander has a rep for not being involved in the big drug trade, yet the club is making money hand over fist. I’m pretty sure that those drugs ran through the Karthadossian’s west side club long before my dad got caught up in that deal.”

Ellie nodded, staring down at her lap. She swallowed hard at the thought of what she was about to say. “I’m pretty sure that you’re right. Dad may have kept me sheltered from the worst of what goes on in his club but people talk and I was the kind of kid who listened carefully without letting on that I was listening.”

Rex sat forward and tipped her chin up so that she was looking at him. “What do you know, Ellie?”

“You know how I feel about my dad. We’ve never gotten along. He has no problem using the people around him to get whatever it is that he wants. Including me.” Tears welled up in her eyes as the words tumbled from her lips.

Rex took her in his arms and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.“The secondary clubs that Xander picked up.” It made sense. A man like Xander would have no second thoughts about using his kid to get an upper hand against an enemy.

Ellie nodded again. “Those men, they all hold positions in dad’s various businesses now. They did what he said, threatened me verbally but I never actually
felt
threatened because dad’s people were conveniently there to witness the threats personally.”

“Ellie, are you telling me that you think he paid those men off to say those things?”

Looking into his eyes, she could tell that he was upset, maybe even angry, but not with her. “Yeah, I do. I tried to talk to mom about it but she refused to have anything to do with dad or the clubs. She told me to never speak of it again.”

He wanted to beat Xander for what he did. Not just to his dad, but to Ellie. “Fucking idiot. Doesn’t he know what could have happened? One of our guys could have actually hurt you in retaliation. It wouldn’t be the first time that someone got stupid.”

That thought had never occurred to her. Dad had always assured her that nothing would ever happen to her, that he and Manny had a deal. “I don’t know what to say, Rex. I can’t apologize for my dad.” The tears were back again and it was bothering her.

“Hey, Ellie, don’t.” He wiped at the tear that had started to track down her cheek. “You aren’t responsible for what your dad did any more than I am for what my old man did.”

She pulled away, not able to face him at that point. For the past couple of hours she lived in a fantasy world where this was going somewhere further than a weekend fling and then this. Rex would go back to the club and tell Manny what she said and that would be the end of this. It would be war and they'd be caught right in the middle of it.