Stone Page 5

  I might’ve warned Ry about the fucking out in the open, but I also told every single biker to tone it down somewhat for at least a few days. I mean, fucking is one thing, but watching two or three guys take a woman while her screams of pleasure bounce off the walls of the clubhouse is a whole different experience.

  Which is why Dreamer and Ram slip into the darkness in the back to fuck the chick. They’ll probably shove one of their cocks down her throat to silence those screams.

  They’d better.

  The hard smack on my arm from Jace drags my attention to him. He points at the window, and when I slide my attention to it, I see a beaten-up truck approaching and know exactly who it belongs to. As a matter of fact, I’ve been expecting him. I seriously thought the asshole would show up sooner.

  “You, me, Ram, and Dreamer. Outside. Now,” I tell Jace and give a hard whistle to drag everyone’s attention to me while Jace heads to the back to find Dreamer and Ram. “Ryker, Dante, keep them inside.”

  The two bikers who were playing pool stroll over and come to a stop on each side of the couch where Ry and Daniela are sitting. I head for the door at the same time Jace, Dreamer, and Ram fall in step behind me.

  Feeling the gravel crunch underneath my boots, I come to a stop a few feet away from the clubhouse to make sure the women wouldn’t be able to pick up on this conversation if they were standing in the doorway. I ordered Ryker and Dante to keep Daniela and Ry inside, so it’s just an extra precaution to have some distance. Besides, with the way Ry was treated by her father, she won’t be running toward the fucker any time soon.

  Ralph Warringtens gets out of his truck and stumbles his drunken ass in our direction as he slurs, “I just got a better offer. You need to raise your—Sleazy cunt. What’s she doin’ here? Come here, bitch. Why isn’t your ass workin’? Keith hiding in there too?”

  Good-for-nothing son of a fucking drunken bitch. “You call your daughter a cunt or a bitch in front of me again, and I’ll slice your throat,” I snap in a deadly tone, making the drunk’s eyes land on me.

  His bony finger points over my shoulder to the left where I’m pretty sure Ry is standing in front of the window. “Get your fat ass out of there and inside the truck. You’re supposed to be working. And where is Keith? If he’s in there, I’ll—” Ralph sways on his feet and stumbles back. “Get in the truck, Rylee,” he bellows.

  Dreamer steps forward and grabs a fistful of Ralph’s shirt to keep him pinned and upright.

  I take a step closer and lower my voice. “Keith left town. And your daughter won’t be coming home either. She’s staying right where she belongs. With me.”

  He tries to take a swing at me, but Dreamer intervenes. Not that it was necessary, because the asshole can barely lift his damn pinky.

  “I know what you’re doing. You made Keith run out of town, and now you’re stealing my company by fucking my daughter. I won’t let that happen. I won’t take your deal to sell everything to you. And I don’t care about the cunt—”

  My fist slams into his jaw. Blood sprays out as his head whips back.

  “I told you never to call her that again,” I growl. “And listen close, you fucking drunk. Everything you once owned is now mine. I was going to give you a good deal, but I changed my mind the second I found out how you treated your daughter and how you handed her over to Keith. I have to give it to you. You do hide beating the shit out of your own daughter pretty damn good.” I lean in a little closer. “Not good enough, though. Because I see everything, and I’m going to show you how I deal with people who mistreat the innocent. I’ll open your fucking eyes, cutting off your eyelids if needed.”

  Based on the glazed look in his eyes, I can tell my words don’t settle in his peanut of a drunken brain, and his next words make it crystal clear. “I already have a good deal. You got outbid. Thomas Carlisle came by today and almost doubled your bid, and I’m going to take it. He’s coming by later tonight,” Ralph sneers and tries to gloat, but it falls flat when he sees I’m not affected at all.

  “‘Going to take it,’ huh?” I snicker. “Meaning you haven’t yet. You thought coming here would give you an opportunity to get more cash when we heard about the better offer you got? Well, let me end the fucking roses, sunshine, and dollar signs for you right here, right now, asshole. You’re not taking any fucking deal.” My eyes find Dreamer. “Take him out back, make sure he’s tied up, and put a prospect on watch. Have another prospect drive his truck home and leave it there. I want everyone in church within two hours. We have some major decisions to make.”

  I spin on my heels and hear Ralph curse before his words are muted as Dreamer drags him off. My eyes are locked on Ry. She’s not staring at her father or what Dreamer is doing with him—she’s staring right at me.

  This woman openly wears her emotions on her face, making it easy for me to understand that she read her father’s lips and got half of the conversation. Only half since she’s still inside and couldn’t have heard me. And the fact that I had my back to her, making it impossible for her to read my lips.

  “I don’t know if she’s going to chew your head off or suck your cock. Either way, you’re screwed,” Jace says from beside me.

  “Is that fucking awe in your voice, asshole?” I grunt while still holding Ry’s gaze.

  “Yep,” he states, popping the p. “Her friend is my old lady. I heard things about her you’re going to be really surprised about. Really happy too, but that would be your cock talking.”

  I tear my eyes away from Ry and glance at my VP. He’s standing there, huge damn smirk on his face. I grab his cut, turn my back, and drag him away to get some privacy. Mainly to prevent Ry from catching our conversation.

  “Don’t speak in riddles. Tell me straight up what you know,” I snap.

  “Virgin pussy. Virgin, pierced pussy, to be exact. Your little timid mouse fought tooth and nail when her father forced her into a relationship with Keith. She only accepted since she realized she didn’t have a choice and Keith tricked her. When she was finally ready to, you know… accept the deal, so to speak, Keith was all smooth talking the first few days, but then he took a turn, got tired of waiting, and he wanted to fuck her. She denied, and later that day she walked into her bedroom and caught him fucking some random girl.”

  I try to process his words, but I’m still stuck on the whole pierced pussy thing. It just doesn’t fit with the whole timid, broken vibe she radiates.

  “How the hell did she end up with a piercing in her pussy while she’s still a damn virgin?” I wince at the volume of the words rushing out of me.

  The little timid mouse pushes her way between Jace and me, glaring up as she shoves my chest. “I’m not oblivious to the world, asshole. I have a phone. I can read as well as surf the internet. I’m curious by nature and not afraid to act when needed. I might be stupid for not stepping up for myself, and yes, I should have left as soon as I could. Though the hard reality was that I couldn’t. I have no money, no other family, and no place to go. The only one I have and trust is Dani, but I couldn’t drag her into all of this because—” She swallows hard, but I can see the torment scratching at the surface.

  “Spit it out,” I snap, trying to give her a push to make her voice what’s been keeping her tied in place.

  Two hands are now shoving my chest as she screams, “My own damn father showed me where he killed and buried my mother, okay? He stood there and told me I would keep her company if I ever defied him. If I ran away like she did, he would be able to catch me and drag me back to kill me here where no one would find out. And if I told anyone, they would end up there as well. Enough space, right? Who in their right mind would search a junkyard? And why should they? Nothing but trash and worthless shit lying around until it’s needed to make something else function.”

  Motherfucker. “Did you just compare yourself with trash and worthless shit?”

  Her eyes narrow. “I just told you my father murdered my mother and you question how I feel
about myself?”

  I bend down into her personal space. “Like you, I’m good at prioritizing.”

  “Yeah, you are. Like how you were the one who wanted to buy the junkyard, right? Was all of it your big master plan? Yes, this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” She takes a step back and whispers, “Was I?”

  The fire that was flaring hot in her eyes dies off, and it’s clear she’s mentally kicked to the floor. Guilt is weighing down heavy on me, but for fuck’s sake, this was never about her or how this shit would go.

  I wrap my fingers around her nape and pull her closer as I gently cup her face with my other hand. “None of it was the plan. I had Jace observe the junkyard because we needed to keep it in the hands of those who live in this town and not let Thomas Carlisle gain more ground. The junkyard flows over onto our land. Even if we live on opposite sides and never run into each other, we do not want the shift in neighbors. I made your father an offer, one we thought he would take, and it was more than fucking reasonable. You were never part of it. Neither was the flow of events that followed.”

  I can see she’s throwing my words to the wind, and it makes me roughen my voice and bring out the asshole inside me as I add, “Believe me, if you were part of the plan, you wouldn’t be a virgin standing before me. I would have fucked you in every hole and had you begging for more.”

  Anger builds in those magnificent green eyes, showing me my words are penetrating her the way my dick is twitching to hit a spot deep inside her.

  Though the very thought evaporates when I suck in a deep breath and cup myself due to the knee in my balls I wasn’t expecting.

  C H A P T E R F I V E

  – R Y L E E –

  Satisfaction roars through me when I see him bend over, using both hands to cup himself. He showed me the move himself a few times over the last few days, teaching me ways to defend myself. He always did mention I should strike first, and preferably when they least expected it.

  Turns out, he was right.

  “It’ll be a cold day in hell before I would ever let your dick come near me, asshole,” I snap.

  Stone takes a deep breath and gradually rises as he braces himself on his knees. “Balls deep inside you will be hotter than hell, little devil,” he says, wearing a satisfied smirk. “Nice move, darlin’. I knew you were a quick learner, but I’m now realizing you already were a tough little cookie before you met me.”

  His eyes are pinning me in place as if he’s trying to figure me out.

  “Keith took you by surprise in the bar and when you caught him cheating on you, didn’t he? Those old bruises, they were all inflicted by your father, right? Keeping you under his thumb with his threats along with it. Maybe Keith smacked you around, but the real tormentor was the drunk fuck who just came looking for you. You’ve been here for days, and the idiot only showed up here to see if I would raise my bid over the one Carlisle offered. He never spent one fucking minute of the day wondering where you were, so that makes me think the fucker only ever came looking for you when he wanted to beat the shit out of you. How do I know this? Because he started his rant when he saw you standing in the window. He hadn’t missed you in all those days, probably drinking his ass off and thinking Keith took over his job in keeping the business afloat and knocking you around. And you. You haven’t been pining over Keith’s death, but the hatred for your father is vibrating off you. Those bruises I’ve seen on your arms, the ones you hide well, are old mixed with new. You kneeing me in the nuts? You finally have the balls to stand up for yourself. No one is holding you back now, and you’re free to fucking bloom.”

  My chest rises and falls rapidly as I try to get my breathing under control. “You think you have me all figured out, don’t you?”

  “No, darlin’, I’m making a point of how I’ve barely scratched the surface when it comes to you. Flexible, not fucking broken. I clearly underestimated you. It won’t happen again, though.” His spine goes ramrod straight as he crosses his arms in front of his chest with satisfaction.

  “What the hell does that mean?” I snap, uncomfortable with this whole situation.

  “You’ll find out soon enough” is all he says before his attention goes to Dani. “Don’t smash his nuts. Jace was under my specific order and only recently found out you were friends with Ry when he saw you picking her up. I ordered him to keep his distance.”

  The words Stone just gave her do nothing to calm my friend down. And she’s right. Who cares if Jace was under specific orders? Bottom line is what counts. Like how I knew what my father did to me was wrong and I could have walked away at any time, yet I stayed. Those decisions weigh heavily on me, but they’re mine to carry. The choice is what you make it out to be. Free will and all.

  “Motherfucker,” Stone curses. “When did we start to fuss over chicks’ opinions? I’m the fucking pres and give the orders around here. Inside. The both of you. Now, dammit.”

  Yeah, that’s how you should handle this. My anger flares, and I’m about to knee him in the balls again, but Dani’s words make me deviate. “When did we start to fuss over dudes? Come on, Ry, we’re out of here.”

  “Jace,” Stone growls, and in one swoop, Jace throws Dani over his shoulder and starts to carry her inside of the clubhouse as she kicks and screams her lungs out.

  Stone eyes me with a challenging glint in his eyes. I lift my chin and stomp inside the clubhouse, annoyed hearing his laughter follow me inside. I need to get away from him. I make a beeline for the stairs, back to Stone’s room where Pike will be there for me to cuddle.

  I place my foot on the first step, but I freeze in place when I hear a whiny voice from behind me, addressing Stone to draw his attention. I risk a glance over my shoulder and recognize the blonde bombshell I saw rubbing her tits against Stone when we were at the bar the first time I saw him.

  In this moment, I hate the fact that I have hearing aids, because I easily pick up her words as she says, “Why does she get to spend time in your bed and not me? You never let any women up in your room. Come on, Pres, baby. You know I can make you feel good. Now that she’s stomping off, you have time to give me some dick.”

  Stone catches me rolling my eyes. He holds my stare, and the challenge in his eyes is back as he says, “She’s in my bed every night because she sucks cock better than you do, Lala.”

  Lala? What kind of name is Lala? And what the hell was that statement he just made? Does he really think he’ll embarrass me or yank my chain the way he did earlier with his dirty words?

  The challenge rises to give some good old-fashioned payback. I start racking my brain to remember some of the scenes I read in romance novels, along with the stuff Dani told me about what happened when she first met Jace.

  I try to make the words flow out naturally as I work to give him as good as he gave. “He likes it when you loosen your jaw while he grabs your hair so he can throw his hips back and forth to fuck your face without limitations. Oh, and you might want to hollow your cheeks and never break eye contact. He likes to see your eyes water as you swallow around him in an effort not to choke on the amount of dick he’s giving you. He also likes it when you hum; that’ll guarantee to make him shoot his load down your throat.” I take a step in Lala’s direction and fake whisper, “And if you want to speed things up, try to sneak your finger to his ass when you fondle his balls and slide that sucker right in. It’ll make him light up like a firecracker.” I shoot a wink in Stone’s direction and see Dreamer standing behind him, his jaw dropping to the floor along with Ram’s.

  I wish I could sway my hips while gracefully heading up the stairs, but it’s only been a few days since I took a beating, and some parts of me are still hurting. The knee in the balls I gave Stone earlier hurt my back enough as it is, so I just concentrate on getting up the stairs and inside Stone’s room.

  When I’m about to close the door behind me, Stone barges in and slams the door shut, then pins me against it. I wince from the pain shooting through my back, but it fa
des to the back of my mind at Stone’s intense gaze.

  “You’re playing with fire, Ry.” His head tilts slightly, and when I think he’s going to kiss me, he suddenly steps back and leaves me unexpectedly cold.

  Stone stalks into the bathroom and comes back with a glass of water and two pills in his hand. Without a word, I take them, quickly swallowing the pills along with a few sips of water. I place the glass on the bedside table and keep my gaze on the hardwood floor. Stone’s heavy biker boots appear before me, and his finger underneath my chin connects our gazes.

  His words catch me by surprise. “I’m going to find out what happened to your mother. I’m also going to handle your father.”

  I did not expect his promise and this shift in discussion. Warmth starts to spread inside my chest as I process his words. I can only manage to give him a slight nod.

  His thumb traces my bottom lip. “Watch this dirty mouth next time, Ry. I ain’t the kind of man you can taunt and not expect me to cash in on what I want to take. And I will take instead of waiting for you to offer it willingly when I can clearly see in your eyes that you want it too, am I clear?”

  I rip my face away from his grip. “Message received. You’d better hurry downstairs and explore Lala-land some more. It’s designed to take dicks and give pleasure to assholes. I’m sure she offers willingly or lets you take, whatever makes her legs spread faster to get you off.”

  The air rushes from my lungs, and I find myself pressed against the wall. Stone’s body is caging me in, and his face is filled with determination. His eyes flare with the promise of lust tainted with challenge, and I realize that with him, I’ll always bite off a bigger piece than I can chew.

  His fingers are tightening around my throat. “I thought you were a timid one. Not capable of taking my kind of rough fucking, where I get off on giving and receiving an erotic bite of pain. You’re covered in fucking bruises, but inside there’s a fire that’s only just coming up to scorch the surface, isn’t it? Without your father and Keith keeping you in place, you’re finally free to bloom and be yourself. Your words, your challenge. You might push anyone else away with what you just did, but you draw me in. I’m only going to tell you this once, and let it be a fucking warning you need to take a moment to think about, because I’m not going to give you another chance.” His upper lip twitches, though it’s not from laughter or disgust; it’s anger, plain and clear.