Three Way, the Novel (7 page)

His sharp intake of breath let me know how much he wanted me.

He was silent though as he pushed me back gently and undid the button of my jeans. I lifted my hips and helped him pull them off me.

He grasped my panties and started to tug them, seemed annoyed that they were taking too long, and tore them off instead.

“Fuck, Margot,” he told me with a voice thick with desire, “I knew there was a reason I wanted to keep this to myself.”

He dropped down between my knees and began to kiss my inner thighs all the way up to my soaking wet cleft. I shivered in the night air, but also from the flood of desire that built up and threatened to spill forth in spite of my determination to wait.

I wanted to enjoy this; I wanted to make sure he spent the time to really work my body before we joined our bodies together. I was still a little upset about the thing he’d done the other night.

“You seem tense,” he said and looked up at me from between my thighs. “Are you worried I’ll leave you again?”

“No I’m not,” I replied, “I think you know I’d kill you if that happened again.”

“That’s true,” he laughed and kissed up across my abdomen and to my breasts. “I think you’ll have my head on a platter if I don’t fuck you good and proper.”

“That’s for certain,” I laughed and reached down to pull at his jeans. “Take these off, I need to see you. All of you.”

“Slow down, kitten,” he chuckled and traced his finger down the front of my body. “I want to enjoy you like this first. We’ve got all night.”

He dropped and kissed me on the mouth, his lips fierce and hot and demanding, his tongue as equally forceful. His hand moved across the landscape of my body and moved lower as we kissed.

He found my cleft and slid his finger between my folds, teasing and taunting me by dragging it across my clit again and again until I was moaning and bucking up under him.

I pushed at his jeans, I wanted to feel his naked flesh against mine so badly I could barely contain myself.

I wanted him.

I craved him.

I needed him. I needed him like I needed the air to breathe.

“Kitten,” he laughed against my mouth, “you are a demanding cock hungry little whore.

“Just for this one,” I smiled, looked down at his and helped him wiggle out of the rest of his clothes.

He pushed me back down once we were both naked and looked me up and down. He reached back between my legs and slipped his fingers along my cleft again, grazing my clit and making me moan.

I opened my legs for him and he responded by moving forward and slipping the head of his throbbing cock along the place where his finger had just been.

“Mine,” he grunted and thrust forward, filling me up and splitting me wide as he had promised.

I gasped and dug my fingers into his back, arched myself against him and cried out as he bottomed out, reaching the end of me inside.

My insides fluttered like bubbles popping, in my stomach and my chest…and deeper down it fluttered like waves of ecstasy. My heart and blood seemed to match the ocean’s beat in the background.

“Oh god,” I cried out and pulled myself up towards him, clung to him and hung off his muscled body as he hammered against me. “Oh Ryker, fuck me, make me yours. Make me feel like I belong to you.”

“You do,” he growled and covered me with his massive body as he pounded me again and again. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” I exhaled and felt the warmth from my pussy slip through the rest of my body and build pressure that felt like it was going to explode from the top of my head.

Ryker hooked his hands under my waist and pulled me up to meet him. I wrapped my long legs around his hips and hung from him as he thrust upwards and stayed still, throbbing and pulsing deep inside.

“Kitten,” he growled and looked into my eyes. “I’m going to fucking explode.”

“Me too,” I gasped, “I want to come with you.”

“Come on my dick, kitten, come for me,” he said in that thick, harsh voice that filled my body with desire and sent me over the edge.

I threw my head back and screamed his name triumphantly. His body shuddered and I felt him flood me with his hot, thick cum.

He held me like that for a few moments until he stopped pulsing and I stopped clenching him like a vice.

I dropped back onto the bed, spent and exhausted and limp in my sated lust. Ryker dropped onto me and rolled to the side, pulling me into his arms.

“That,” he said and pushed a damp lock of hair from my eyes, “was exactly what I’d imagined. Your cunt is exquisite, kitten.”

I reached down and grabbed his softening root, sticky with my juices and his own. I gave it a squeeze and said, “You’re not so bad either.”

“That’s the nicest thing I’ve ever heard,” he chuckled and pulled me in for a kiss.

My stomach roiled and growled at that moment and he drew back and looked down with a quizzical expression. “Was that your stomach?”

“Yes,” I grinned. “I suppose I’ll take dinner now.”

“You’ve more than earned it,” he said and traced the curve of my body from my shoulder to my hip. His touch made me tremble with need again, but I knew we needed sustenance if we were to carry on like that all night.

“Back up where we were?” I asked.

“No, it’s going to get cold now that the sun is going down,” he said. “We’ll take dinner in my room.”

He got up and pulled me to my feet, he helped me into my clothes and got dressed himself. We walked hand in hand up past the dining table and along the path towards the mansion.

As the sun set the lights in the house blinked on and lit up the darkness like a beacon. He squeezed my hand and turned to smile at me. “Everything I have is yours, remember that.”

“You’re very kind,” I said. I was still so overwhelmed by his apparent wealth and had felt so much more relaxed when it was just the two of us alone on the beach.

“My momma raised me right,” he said with a wink.

We walked through the house and I did my best to not rubberneck, staring this way and that.

I concentrated on watching his body as he moved. His confidence and easy way with the world leant him a sexy swagger that made me burn inside. Burn for him and need him again as I watched his cat like strides.

He took me up a curved staircase to the upper floor, we walked down a long hallway and he opened one side of a double door at the end. We stepped through into a bedroom that was at least twice the size of my entire apartment and then some.

“Wow,” I said, “I didn’t think bikers lived like this.”

“I’m not exactly a typical biker,” he said and shut the door behind us. He pulled out his phone and typed something into it. “I just ordered our food, it will be up here in a couple moments.”

“So what makes you different?” I asked him.

“My wealth for one,” he said. “I have a wealthy family. Most bikers are impoverished creatures.”

“What else?” I asked, walking around to look at his bedroom. An enormous four-poster bed dominated the room, and luxurious furnishings were carefully placed here and there.

“I have more power than most,” he said, watching me move through his domain. “With money comes power, and I won’t deny that I wield this in my favor.”

There was a light rap at the door and Ryker called out, “Enter!”

The door opened and several employees came through, each carrying different items.

The first had a small table, the second two chairs. Within moments they had the prettiest little set up in place for us to dine. Ryker held the chair out for me, his chef set out two dishes from a rolling cart, and they all left the room.

Ryker sat on the other side and opened the bottle of wine. He poured us each a glass and leaned towards me with a simmering look of lust on his face.

“To us,” he said, tilting his glass against mine.

“To us,” I replied and sipped my wine. It warmed me from my mouth to my belly and back up to my head.

We ate our dinner in his room and got to know each other a little better as we spoke. He was kind and gracious, but absolutely filthy when he said dirty things to me from time to time.

I would blush like mad, but every time he made a reference to fucking or eating me, I felt my insides melting like liquid fire.

That’s what Ryker did to me, made me feel like an elegant lady and a whore in the same moment. It was perfect.

Chapter Fourteen

I stayed with Ryker the entire night and part of the next day but unfortunately my fairy tale had to come to an end. He had his driver take me back to the city so I could make it to work on time.

Tawny wasn’t home when I got to the apartment so I was able to shower and get dressed for the club.

I looked in the mirror and smiled to myself. I traced my lips with my finger and thought about Ryker’s mouth on mine. I caressed my cheek with the back of my hand and thought about his hands on me. I looked more mature somehow, as if being with Ryker for such a short time had changed me.

I called the car service to pick me up and felt more than a little smug that I had such a thing at my disposal, as if some of Ryker’s power was rubbing off on me.

Mel didn’t see it that way though. The moment I got to the Hen House she cornered me and began to complain that they had been too busy the previous night and my little frolicking had cost her valuable money.

“I don’t pay you decent money to run around with people like Ryker,” Mel said. “I know it’s not as much as you think you deserve, but it’s a fair wage.”

“I appreciate you taking a chance on me from day one,” I told her, “it won’t happen again. I promise.”

“If you want to make it up to me, get up on stage again,” Mel said. “The men loved you and you’d make so much extra from your dancing.”

I looked her up and down and frowned. “Are you insane? Do you know what Ryker would do to both of us if he found out?”

Mel smiled, her wrinkles at the edges of her eyes deepening as she said, “You’re already under his thumb, aren’t you?”

“I’m not under anybody’s thumb,” I bristled. “I like him and he likes me, but I respect his request.”

“He doesn’t want you to dance, I get that, but you shouldn’t give up your freedom so quickly, Margot. Ryker is a difficult man to pin down and you’d do better trying to harness the wind than figure him out.”

“We’re not getting married,” I spat. “We’re hanging out and I don’t like dancing to begin with, you know that. Now can I do my job now or are you going to lecture me further?”

“Yes, get to work,” Mel said brusquely as if it were her idea.

I’d never seen her so grumpy with me and I wondered if something else was going on. Perhaps the stress of the club needing protection in the first place was getting to her. I hadn’t seen any of Ryker’s guys hanging around too much though, they hadn’t been making their presence obvious to the strip club patrons.

Whatever had gotten to her, it was not my problem the moment my shift started and the night became too busy for me to worry about anything but getting drink orders right and earning tips.

Tawny wasn’t anywhere to be seen all night and I felt a small amount of relief at her absence. Ever since she’d been showing interest in Ryker she’d kind of irritated me. She’d always been like my polar opposite, but she really got under my skin from time to time.

Jake was having none of my sulking over Mel’s bitchy treatment; he was just dying to know more about Ryker.

“So did he take you to some seedy hotel in a bad part of town and make you do dirty things to him and his biker gang?” he asked me when I was watching him make drinks.

I laughed. “You mean there might be a worse part of town than this?”

“Oh come on, you know you’re dying to tell me everything.”

“There was no biker gang,” I said. “He actually has a mansion north of the city. He’s really rich.”

“Well no shit, Sherlock,” Jake said. “He
is
a Montgomery.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I keep forgetting you’re not from around here. The Montgomery family is known for being rich.”

“What do they do?”

“I don’t even know, they’re just rich. That’s what they do,” he laughed.

“That’s isn’t very helpful,” I said. “I suppose I’ll just wait and find out when Ryker decides to tell me.”

“And I’ll just have to wait until you decide to tell me about Ryker,” Jake said and leaned over to whisper, “come on, at least tell me how big it is.”

I set the drinks on my tray, shot him a grin and said, “Huge.”

I heard him shriek in delight as I walked away and I laughed until I got to the table to set the drinks out.

Even then the customers didn’t bother me with their lustful looks and sexual innuendos. I was just too full of happiness from Ryker, it bubbled up out of me and drove away all negative thoughts.

I could understand why people talked about love being so addictive.

Ryker was my drug and I needed another fix.

***

I didn’t have to wait long before I got that fix. A couple nights later Ryker showed up in the club looking as fine as fuck and had me all heated up with a simple hooded look.

“You’re looking delicious tonight, Margot,” he told me as he sat at the bar and stared at me with his simmering lust filled gaze.

“You aren’t too shabby yourself,” I smiled and flounced past him carrying a tray full of drinks.

As I passed, his hand snaked out and slapped my ass. I squealed, side stepped and almost spilled my tray.

“You’re going to get me fired if I drop the tray,” I said with a grin.

“Maybe I want to get you fired so you can spend more time with me,” he said and smacked my ass again.

I was ready for it that time though, so I laughed and kept walking.

But he wanted me fired and that piqued my interest. He certainly had enough money to support a wife and family, could he be thinking along the same lines as my little daydream fantasies?

I hurried through my orders and made it to last call without dropping any trays or glasses of alcohol. Ryker didn’t make it very easy though, he sipped a tumbler of the best scotch the club had to offer and watched me with his predatory gaze the entire time.