Rycks, page 5
“Me neither,” I muttered. But I did as she demanded. I guided my cock to her entrance, then pulled her hips back to me. Then I proceeded to fuck her as hard and fast as I could.
Lyric screamed, her cry long and loud. Her cunt gripped me so hard I thought she might squeeze me in two. Instead, her little pussy milked me so hard I finally gave up the fight.
I met her gaze in the mirror. “I’m comin’, Lyric. Tell me now if you don’t want my load inside you.”
Her hands flew to my wrists, her eyes going wide. “Don’t you dare pull out!” Then made a desperate grab for my ass, pulling me to her as she held my gaze in the mirror. I bared my teeth just before my orgasm hit. When it did, I yelled through my gritted teeth, the tendons in my neck standing out grotesquely. I looked like the monster I’d always thought myself to be. Fitting in a surreal, unnatural kind of way. My body tensed as jet after jet unleashed itself inside her. I held myself deep, not wanting even one drop to spill.
In a rush of breath, my strength nearly gave out. I leaned one hand on the vanity while holding Lyric with the other. Both of us were panting hard. She laid her head weakly back against my shoulder.
“Damn,” I gasped. “Not sure I’ve ever worked that hard.”
“Me neither.”
For long moments we stood like that. Reality was slowly intruding on our little interlude. There were things that had to be addressed. I just couldn’t make myself to voice them first.
“My legs feel like Jell-O,” she said softly.
“I know, baby. Mine too. Let’s get you cleaned up, then we’ll lay down.”
She glanced at me in the mirror. “You sure? I mean, we can go back downstairs if you want. I know that was part of the plan.”
I scowled at her, pulling out and snagging a washcloth. I still had an arm possessively around her waist as I turned on the hot water and let it heat before wetting the cloth to wash her. “We’ve discarded the plan. You’re staying with me.”
“Look,” she said, turning and taking the cloth from me. She dipped it between her legs, then tossed it into the hamper next to the tub. “I have to go back. You come get me, throw me over your shoulder caveman style or whatever, but I have to go back.”
“You’re not,” I said in a clipped tone. “You’re staying here. Everyone will know I’ve claimed you. They’ll expect us to be together, and you’ll be under the protection of Salvation’s Bane while we’re here and Black Reign from now to eternity. You’re as protected as I can make you, and you’ll be with me. End of discussion.”
I could tell she wanted to say more, but then she shut down. “No.”
I cupped her face in my hands, needing her to understand but unwilling to admit just exactly how under my skin she’d gotten. “Let’s lie down for a minute before we both fall on our faces. We’ll talk about it then.”
She nodded, but I could tell I was going to have a fight with this. I needed to get her to tell me why she had to go back. I took her hand and led her to the bed. She climbed in and I followed, pulling her securely against me, my arms wrapped around her. Lyric laid her head on my chest and sighed.
“Thank you, Rycks.”
“For what, brat?”
“For giving me something so wonderful to remember when this all ends.” Her words were slurred, and her eyes fluttered shut.
I kissed the top of her head, needing to tell her it wasn’t going to end, but hesitant to do it just yet. I had to hold on to some semblance of my man card. Otherwise, the guys in Bane would start ragging me, and I wasn’t ready for that yet. I needed to process all I’d done tonight. Consider what the ramifications were. Not just if Lyric got pregnant. But what it meant for my club and what was going to happen in the next few days. Kiss of Death wasn’t going to let Lyric go without a fight. Not if they thought they had a way into Black Reign. And I intended for them to know I was the one who’d taken Lyric to bed. I also intended them to know I wasn’t fucking giving her up.
Ever.
Chapter Five
Lyric
I woke to a female voice in the room, followed by a soft groan beneath me. The woman talking on what had to be the other side of the room was no more than a buzz of noise in my sleep-fogged brain, while the masculine reply was all too clear. And close.
“Do I look like I need company? What the fuck?”
“You’ve always switched girls in the morning since you’ve been here. Figured tonight wouldn’t be any different.” The woman sounded sulky. Like she was disappointed in the extreme.
“Had one woman in here since I came here, though I did run her off. Didn’t get a replacement.”
“My room’s empty without you.”
“Was only there once, Topaz. For all of thirty minutes. Now, get the fuck out of mine.”
“I don’t mind joining you here. If you’ve worn your little toy out, I’m more than capable of picking up the slack.”
“This is why I hate going to other clubs to parties,” he muttered. I figured this was the best opportunity to let him know I was awake.
“Everything OK, Rycks?” I stretched my naked body over his, my thigh brushing his cock as I did. It twitched eagerly, and Rycks wrapped his arms tighter around me.
“Fine. Go back to sleep. Topaz was just leaving.”
“If you didn’t want a club girl in here, you should’ve locked the door,” Topaz grumbled.
“I did. I heard you picking it before you opened it. Just so you know, that’s not something I tolerate. I’ll be letting Vicious and Thorn know I don’t like the invasion of my privacy.”
Without another word -- and after closing the door much more firmly than was necessary -- Topaz was gone. I wasn’t really sure what to say or do, so I lay still for long moments, waiting to see if Rycks would say anything. When he didn’t, I had to fill the void.
“I can leave if you want to go to her. I know men in MCs generally don’t stay with the same girl long. Especially when they just met.
“Hush. Go back to sleep until at least dawn. It’s fuckin’ early.”
I nearly giggled. “My. Are we grouchy in the morning?”
“You have no idea. Now hush. Or I’ll find something better to do with that smart mouth of yours.”
Now, that was an invitation if I’d ever heard one. If anything could turn the morning around for him it was a blow job. I stretched once more, then ducked under the covers.
“The fuck? Lyric, what the fuck are you doing?”
I took his semi-hard cock in my fist. “What does it feel like I’m doing?”
“Girl…”
Still under the covers, I took his cock into my mouth and pulled with force. He was instantly hard and pulsing in my mouth. Two strokes, and I tasted precum leaking from the tip.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck!” Rycks thrust his hips at me, urging me to take him even deeper. He threw the covers back and tunneled his fingers into my hair, fisting the thick mass. He held me as he fucked my mouth in measured strokes, never going too far, but pushing my comfort. I fucking loved it! I liked knowing that he was taking control, that he obviously needed it. He didn’t push me away from him, but took what I offered.
Seconds later, he pulled me off him. I yelped at the sharp sting to my scalp where he held my hair securely in one large fist. He urged me to my back before covering me with his much larger body.
“Little brat. You think you can get everything you want when you want it, don’t you?”
“I didn’t say that,” I denied. “Just thought you might like a little pick-me-up.”
“Ain’t opposed to morning sex. But you’ve got to be sore.” He stroked a stray curl from my forehead. His cock was nestled between my pussy lips as he rocked his hips back and forth. I knew I was wet, easing his way so that he moved in a silky glide. “I wasn’t gentle with you last night.”
“Never said I wanted or needed gentle.” The counter was automatic, but it was the honest truth. “I wouldn’t have traded one second of what you gave me for an entire night of gentle.”
“Damn,” he whispered. The moonlight filtered through the blinds in his room, illuminating his face. He looked like he had no idea what to do with me but desperately needed to figure it out. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“Don’t plan on killing you.” I grinned up at him. “At least, not if you give me what I want.”
“Back to being a brat, are we?”
I pulled him down to kiss him, darting my tongue inside his mouth. “If it gets you to fuck me, I’ll be the biggest brat in the history of the world.”
With a defeated groan, Rycks angled his hips just a little lower and slid inside me with one smooth, silky stroke. God, it felt good! I was rapidly becoming addicted to sex with this man. It was every bit as good as I’d remembered and then some. Granted, my experience from age fourteen -- other than those two glorious days with Rycks -- hadn’t been exactly geared toward finding my own sexual gratification, but no woman in the Kiss of Death compound had ever indicated she enjoyed sex. Now, I couldn’t imagine having sex and not experiencing this intense pleasure or the associated rush of knowing what was ahead. Over the course of the night, Rycks had taken me more than once. Always, it had been filled with near-blinding pleasure. This time was going to be no less intense.
The sex was slow and giving. He kissed me over and over, making me drown in his taste and touch. His cock filled me, and I couldn’t deny the twinge of discomfort, but he moved his hand between our bodies and flicked my clit several times. The result was a meltdown of my senses. Before I realized what was happening, I was cresting a wave of pleasure and falling from the height in a freefall. I cried out once. An instant later, I felt his cock pulsing inside me and Rycks grunted, shuddering over me. Emptying himself inside me. I was secretly thrilled at that. It felt naughty. Dangerous somehow. I didn’t say a thing, just squeezed with my inner muscles, trying to hold both him and his seed inside me. One more reminder of the last time. It should have given me pause, but I was going to trust him to fix this. To let me go back to Kiss of Death. I’d get Bella, then Rycks would rescue both of us.
And we’d all live happily ever after. Right?
All too soon he rolled, taking me with him. I expected he’d tuck me beside him, my head on his chest and my thigh over his. Instead, he rolled us over completely so that I straddled his hips, lying completely on top of him.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he panted.
“You said that before.” I had to stifle my giggles.
“Yeah, well, I mean it this time.”
We lay there very still for a long time. His breathing rising and falling lulled me into a drowsy state. It was kind of like being in a boat on a gentle sea. I was about to drift off when his phone buzzed on the nightstand beside the bed.
“Motherfuck,” he muttered, snagging the phone. “This better fucking be good.” He was silent for long moments, his body tensing while a male on the other end spoke. “You sure?” Another pause. “Fine. Give me ten minutes.” He laid the phone back on the nightstand. I expected him to tell me he had to go, but he said nothing. Just lay there, his arms tightening around me. Something was wrong, though. He was no longer relaxed. In fact, he seemed to be contemplating what to do next. Rycks didn’t strike me as the indecisive type. By all accounts he was quick with his decisions and cunningly smart. Hadn’t I been told to be wary of him?
When he spoke next, his voice was hard. Cold. “Get dressed. We need to go to church.”
Wasn’t “church” their meeting room? Where the club met to do club business? “You want me there?”
“I do.” He didn’t shove me off him, but he lifted me slightly so he could roll under me off the bed. He slung on jeans and a shirt in crisp motions.
“What’s happened?” Had Kiss of Death come for me already? Was he regretting telling me he’d help me?
Had they done something to Bella and were sending a message?
Instantly, my heart pounded, and I felt like I couldn’t get my breath. If anything had happened to her, I had no idea what I’d do. Or how I’d go on. She was all I had in the world.
“Get dressed,” he repeated softly. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” Rycks left the room, closing the door behind him. Well, he was the one Kiss of Death was most afraid of since he came from Black Reign to help them ferret out the mole Kiss of Death had inserted. I hadn’t really seen why, but I was beginning to understand. The tone of his voice alone put me on high alert. I didn’t know him well, but I guessed this was the side of himself he showed to others. What I’d experienced the past night and this morning wasn’t something he gave on a whim. Or maybe I was wishful thinking.
With a sigh, I did as he told me. No sooner had I slipped on my shoes than Rycks opened the door. His face was expressionless, and he didn’t look at me directly. Instead, he looked over my head. Holding out his arm as if reaching for me, he stood in the doorway. When I would have taken his hand, he dropped it, turning to walk down the hall.
“Follow me,” he said, belatedly.
“Rycks, what’s going on?” I was nervous now. OK. More than nervous. I was in the middle of an enemy club and the one person I trusted was acting very strange. I hadn’t lied to them. They knew I was from Kiss of Death and that I’d been supposed to seduce my way into the bed of a patched member. I’d told Rycks everything last night, except for the few bugs I’d been ordered to plant. But I’d put them in public places. Places they couldn’t do any good. Truth was, I’d simply forgotten about them with everything else he’d asked of me. Other than that, he knew every single humiliating detail of my life there. I thought about telling him now, but if that was why we were here, that ship had sailed. To my chagrin, he said nothing. Just marched down the hall to a door in the back of the building.
He opened the door then stood back to let me enter first. There was a single flight of stairs, well lit. At the bottom, there was another door. Instead of reaching for it, I waited for Rycks. Like the perfect gentleman, he opened it for me and, again, waited for me to precede him. He still didn’t look at me.
My heart was pounding. Something wasn’t right. When I entered the other room, there was a long, semicircular table. In the center, in front of the table, was a chair on a black mat. Men sat at the table while more stood in the background. Wouldn’t you know it, Rycks led me to the center chair and indicated I should sit.
I looked up at him. He didn’t meet my gaze.
“You’ll answer their questions truthfully and completely,” he said softly. Then, finally, he met my gaze. When his eyes locked with mine, I knew I was looking at death itself.
Sucking in a little gasp, I swallowed. Then I nodded. “I’ve got nothing to hide.”
“You’ll address yourself to us, Lyric.” Havoc, the vice president of Salvation’s Bane, instructed. “Rycks isn’t a member of our MC. He’s here out of courtesy to him and his club since he’s helping us with this ongoing matter.” Havoc’s tone wasn’t unkind, but it wasn’t gentle either. The man meant business. Whatever had happened to lead to this meeting was serious. And more than just me confessing something to Rycks in an effort to help their club. “Do you understand?” When I nodded, he continued. “You told Rycks last night that you’d been sent by Kiss of Death to glean information from us.”
It took me a second to realize he expected an answer, that it wasn’t rhetorical. Then I responded simply, “Yes.”
“Did you pass on anything you saw? Anything you heard?”
“No. I was with Rycks from the time I met up with him until now.” I thought about the bugs. Was now when I needed to tell them? What was the protocol? Before I could answer, I was interrupted.
“We’re aware of that,” Havoc said. “What I want to know is, did you make it so that Kiss of Death could gather information on our club from the inside. Did you plant any listening or video devices?”
So they had found them.
“Yes. Not tonight, but when I was here before with Wrangler. In the common room. Last night, I was searched before I came in.”
“So you had nothing we could readily see or detect if we didn’t know what to look for.”
What was he getting at?
“Sir, I was with Rycks the entire night. Yes, I did as I was instructed and planted three bugs. I have no idea if they were visual or audio, but they had to be pressed into a wall or flimsy piece of wood. I didn’t go anywhere other than the common room, and the bathrooms I was allowed into all have tiled walls.”
“But you were there an hour and a half before you left with Rycks.”
I paused, thinking. “I suppose so, yes. But I was in the common room the entire time.”
Havoc nodded once, then used a remote to turn on a big TV across the room. My attention automatically focused there. On the screen, I saw myself at the bar with the time stamp. After a couple of seconds, the camera zoomed in. It focused on my left hand where I had apparently removed something from the pocket of my shorts and placed it under the lip of the bar. Then another scene with me doing the same at a table. And a couch. All of them out-of-the-way places that were easily accessible, but wouldn’t be noticed if they hadn’t been looking for them.
“I didn’t do that.” I said softly. “If you pan back, you’ll see it’s not me. I didn’t have anything that stuck to anything. It had to be pushed into the wall. Like a thumb tack.”
He did. And it was me.
“After checking the places in question, we found listening devices. There were also a couple of video devices. Then, you left the room. You stopped to talk to a club girl and get directions to the bathroom. She pointed you in a direction down the hall, which you followed. Only you didn’t go to the bathroom. You went to Thorn’s office.”
The next video on the screen was of her, rifling through the drawers in the president’s desk. Again, it looked as if she planted bugs all around the room.
“I’m going to need you to show us where all those bugs are, Lyric,” Havoc said. “We found some of them, but they’re extremely tiny. There were at least three places where it looked like you planted something, but we couldn’t locate the device.”
