Ravage MC: Inflame Me Part 17

"Sprite, let's get back."

She nods.

My body needs to rest. I'm not as young as I used to be. I can take anything handed out to me, but I would be a f.u.c.king liar if I said my body didn't ache from the blows.

"ARE YOU UPSET you left?" Ma asks me, making everything inside me twist.

That's a loaded question if I ever heard one. Leaving Cameron was the hardest thing I ever did in my life, right next to raising Tanner alone.

"I've always wondered what my life would have been like if I'd stayed." If I had given us a chance... if I had been with him through the entire pregnancy... if ... if...if. Life is full of what ifs, but I'm choosing to move forward from here. "But I can't change any of that. It is what it is. I can't look back anymore." Lord knows, I've been doing it a lot in my dreams ever since we got here.

"No, you can't look back, but what are you going to do moving forward?" she asks.

I shrug. "I haven't got a clue," I tell her honestly.

The way that Cameron kissed me back at that house sucked me in, and I was lost in him. Every feeling I had for him flared to life, but I would be lying to myself if I said I fit into his life now.

"You can always come back here." She looks down sheepishly. "I know we were just acquaintances back then, but I remember the way Dagger looked at you. It was as if no one else in the room mattered. It still is."

I pause at that last part. I've been so out of it I'm just now getting my bearings and able to function. Certainly, I'm sore, but it's nothing near the pain I had before.

"Things with Cam"-I stop myself-"Dagger are so complicated." I look away, not allowing the hurt on my face to show. "And he has a woman." Whom he told me he was going to let loose.

Ma laughs. "Flash?" I don't respond. "They've had this f.u.c.ked up kind of relationship for years. You need to talk to him about that." She pauses. "That is, if you want to stay."

Stay, here? The one place that I was so happy yet had so much pain?

"He doesn't need me here." He doesn't. He has a life. "Besides, I'm sure Tanner wants to head home, and I'm going with her." I let all the confidence I have come through my words.

"I understand wanting to be where your kids are, Mearna, but what if she wants to stay here, too?"

I've thought of that. The way she is with Rhys is like nothing I've ever seen. I've met every one of the guys she's dated, and not one of them had anything that Rhys does. To be honest, he scares the s.h.i.t out of me, but when I really watch him with Tanner, it's like he changes. His hard is still there, but there is also some soft, only reserved for her. I appreciate that.

My biggest hang up is her being involved with this life. I stayed away for more than twenty years, trying to protect her from all of this, and now she's here, falling for her father's friend.

The age thing doesn't bother me. Maybe it should, but it's not on the top of my issue list. The top of that list is the biker life. It's not an easy life, and I didn't think I could hack it. While I know Tanner is strong and has s.p.u.n.k, I fear she wouldn't be able to handle it, either.

"Then I deal with it."

"You wouldn't talk her out of it, would you?" Ma asks.

"No. She has to lead her own life." I wouldn't make decisions for her. She's a grown woman and needs to make them for herself. As much as it would kill me to see her hurt, if that's the way this road lays, then I'll be there for her.

"You need to talk to Dagger," Ma says.

"I know. I got a call today that the funeral is in three days. Tanner and I need to go."

Ma sucks in a sharp breath. "You sure?"

"If we don't go, it'll look bad. I'm not sure what will happen when we get there, but Cam-Dagger said he took care of Griff and Miller, and I trust that he did." I do. No way would Dagger lie about something like that. I know he'll protect us.

"I'm sure he did."

Cooper, Ma's grandson, comes barreling into the room, a small airplane in hand as he flies it around us, making plane engine noises. He's adorable, and I totally get why everyone is so in love with the little guy.

"Whatcha doin'?" he asks, stopping by my chair.

I know I said I wouldn't think of the past, but my thoughts drift to Tanner at that age. Would she have been the apple in all these guys' eyes, winning the hearts of all of the women? How would she have turned out differently? How would having her father in her life have changed her? She's so beautiful and strong. I'm so d.a.m.n proud of her for following her dream of being a hairstylist. I just can't help wondering what would be different.

What about me? Would I have been happy? Would I have grown into this life?

A nudge to my arm snaps me out of my thoughts. "Huh?"

Cooper giggles. "Whatcha doin'? Dreamin'?"

I give him a soft smile. "Yeah, something like that."

"You stayin'? I love my family," he says, and my heart breaks for Tanner. I denied her this family. Dammit.

Don't live in the past, Mearna! I chastise myself. It does no good.

"I'm not sure, little guy."

He smiles. "You should," he says before scampering off, resuming his airplane noises.

Why does life have to be so complicated?

TANNER'S ARMS WRAP around me tightly, her hot p.u.s.s.y against my a.s.s. I made her wear my helmet, not taking a chance on hurting a hair on her head. Having her near me is the only thing calming me from the night's events. Not only did Dagger need the release, but I did, too. I should have killed the motherf.u.c.ker.

I forget all thoughts and enjoy the ride with her arms squeezed around me. With the night surrounding us and very few cars on the road, I take my time enjoying this. I've never had a woman on the back of this thing, never thought I would. Now it all just feels right.

f.u.c.king h.e.l.l, I'm turning into one of those sappy f.u.c.kers.

A SOFT KNOCK comes to my bedroom door, waking me from sleep. Tanner's body is covering mine, her t.i.ts on my chest and legs entangled in mine. My hard d.i.c.k rests on my abs and jumps at the sight of my girl.

The knock comes again. Son of a b.i.t.c.h.

"Sprite." I jostle her arm, and her eyes open slowly. "Gotta answer the door." She rolls off of me then reaches down to grab the blankets, shielding herself. f.u.c.k, yeah, no motherf.u.c.ker gets to see her. None. Those t.i.ts, a.s.s, and p.u.s.s.y are mine, all f.u.c.king mine.

I roll out of bed and grab a pair of boxer briefs, slipping them on just as another knock sounds. My temper rises as I fling the door open.

Mearna jumps back in a gasp then groans from the sudden movement. Her eyes are wide and panicked.

"What's wrong?"

She takes in a deep breath. "You scared the s.h.i.t out of me."

"Yeah, what do you need?"

"Mom?" Tanner's voice comes from behind me as she pushes her way in front of me. She now has on her jeans and shirt from last night.

Mearna eyes both of us under scrupulous observation. Let her.

"We have to head back. The funeral is in a couple of days, and we need to be there." The moment the words leave Mearna, Tanner's entire body stiffens. I'm not sure if it's the thought of going back or the thought of leaving. I should just tie her to my f.u.c.king bed and not let her go.

"Okay. We'll have to figure out a car," Tanner says, now all business, as if something clicked in her head. I love that s.h.i.t about her. She sees a problem and takes hold of it.

"I'm going to talk to your father and see about borrowing one-" I cut Mearna off.

"I'll take care of it. You two get packed up, and I'll go talk to the brothers." I turn from the door, grabbing my jeans and pulling them over my hard erection.

"Mom, just give me a few, and I'll be down." I hear the soft click of the door and then, "Rhys?"

I turn as she flings off her shirt and opens her jeans, shimmying them down her body. My d.i.c.k becomes painful in its confines. She is so f.u.c.king hot and s.e.xy.

Tanner saunters up to me like one of those runway models, strutting with a sway in her step. She stops mere inches from me and gives me a soft kiss, pulling away before my hand reaches her head to deepen it. She then falls gracefully to her knees, looking up at me through her lashes. She undoes the b.u.t.ton and zipper to my jeans before pulling them down to my ankles. The feel of her hands on me is indescribable.

"Sprite," I warn, but I think it's just for me. I'm not into letting chicks have control, but the spark in her eye and knowing that my d.i.c.k will be in that hot, little mouth in a couple of seconds allows me to let her.

Her emerald eyes flutter as the curls of her hair fall down around her face. Her tiny hands reach into my boxers, pulling out my length. "Yes?" Her voice is completely seductive, and I know in that moment I'll never, not in a million years, have enough of this woman.

"Suck it." I can't help myself.

The triumphant smile on her face tells me she thinks she won, and for right now, I'm going with it.

Her pink tongue extends from her mouth and licks the underside of my d.i.c.k, hitting the nerves running along the vein that is pulsing. Her hand grips firmly, much tighter than I would have thought, and she begins to stroke while she licks my head, slipping her tongue along the slit of my d.i.c.k, taking a bit of time exploring there. I almost lose my load at the f.u.c.king sight, but I can't look away.

Tanner leans forward, and my d.i.c.k is in heaven. The warmth of her mouth along with the wetness is a nirvana I've never experienced. Yeah, I've had my d.i.c.k sucked by more women than I can count, but Tanner puts every f.u.c.king one of them to shame.

She moves up and down my d.i.c.k, sucking in her cheeks then licking the head, over and over and over. While her hand still squeezes at my base, she pulls me as far as she can into the back of her throat, closing the muscles there, and I lose all sense of control.

I thread my fingers through her hair and begin pumping my d.i.c.k in and out of her mouth. The sounds of wet flesh on flesh along with her occasional gasps for breath echo throughout the room, only spurring me on. My hips piston in and out. My b.a.l.l.s draw up tight and a knowing tingle hits my spine.

"I'm going to f.u.c.king come, Sprite, and I want you to drink every f.u.c.king drop."

Her eyes lift to mine, want and need pulsating through them. That's the final nail as I come hard. Tanner swallows, but gets choked up for a moment before she quickly recovers. My come escapes her lips, falling down the corner of her mouth. d.a.m.n, that's hot.

She continues to stroke me even when my d.i.c.k is soft and sated in her mouth. Then she sits back on her heels, allowing my d.i.c.k to pop from her mouth, and swipes at my leftover come.

"My turn." I pick her up and toss her to the bed.

Opening up her legs, I find she's wet and ready for me. She starts to protest, but before the words come out, I'm on her f.u.c.king c.l.i.t. She tastes as if heaven and h.e.l.l mixed together to create this woman.

Tanner gasps and begins moving her hips, which I hold down, not allowing it any further. She mewls s.e.xily as I attack the lips of her p.u.s.s.y, sucking them with everything I have.

Her c.l.i.t sits out, ripe and ready. With flicks of my tongue, I get another hip jerk. I f.u.c.king love it. I toy with the nub just enough then pull it into my mouth as Tanner explodes around me, her cream filling my mouth in a rush. I take and saver it while continuing to pet her back down to earth.

Her body goes lax as I move up, kissing a path from her stomach to lips.

"Mornin'," I tell her as she smiles.

"Morning."

As much as I don't want to leave my bed with her in it, we have to.

"Got s.h.i.t to do." I give her another deep kiss. "I'll go talk to the guys. You figure out you and your mom's stuff."

"Okay." Her voice is quiet with a touch of sadness creeping in.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my body. "You don't have to stay there," I tell her, not really having a clue what the f.u.c.k I'm doing, but it just feels like the right thing.

"Stay where?" she asks, burrowing into my neck, her arms around my back.

"There. Go to the funeral and come back here."

She pulls her head away and looks in my eyes. "This is just a fling, remember?" Her words p.i.s.s me the f.u.c.k off, and I can feel my arms flex from them.

"Yeah." I pull her from my body and slap her a.s.s, trying not to let the hurt of that sting.

She squeals and rushes to the bathroom, and I toss on my clothes.

"I'm going," I yell as I shut the door and try not to break it off its f.u.c.king hinges.

Why in the h.e.l.l did I let that woman get under my f.u.c.king skin? I don't do that s.h.i.t. Now she's probably leaving and not coming back. f.u.c.king h.e.l.l.

I turn to the wall and put my fist through the plaster, letting all my frustrations out. The drywall shatters from the impact, sending pieces floating around my hand, arm, and to the floor. I pull my hand out of the hole, not feeling any better whatsoever.

"WELL, THIS POSES a problem." Pops sighs at his desk, his hands latched behind his head as he leans from his chair. "Got a meeting with Ralphie. We're leaving in two hours."

I talked to Dagger, and we decided we should follow the girls up there in case anything came down on them. This puts a huge f.u.c.king wrench in that idea.

"We can send one of the prospects with them," Pops suggests and I growl.

With taking on Tug, Buzz and Breaker as full members, we were had to get new Prospects, and there's only one I really trust.

"Derek." I demand. He helped us out during Blaze's kidnapping a while back. The other two are still too new to trust.

"I'm gonna send Dipstick, too."

It was Daggers turn to growl. "He's so d.a.m.n timid I can't believe we are giving him a shot."

This is totally true. We voted to let him in because Pops said he saw something in him. I don't know what, and I'm still f.u.c.king looking.

"This will be good for him." Both Dagger and I nod, not liking it yet not going to change it, either. "After we meet with Ralphie, you can go meet up with your girls." Pops shakes his head. "Never thought I'd see the day Rhys."

"Me, either."

"And my f.u.c.king daughter." Dagger adds.