Ride My Beard (Hot-Bites 2)

My balls draw up tight to my body, my breathing becoming ragged. I'm going to come so fucking hard and it’s all from thinking about Lola.

Fuck, I want her so damn badly, even if I know that it is wrong, even if I know she deserves better. And as much as I should stay away, give her space, let her find someone who will be gentle with her, I know I can't.

I won’t.

I can't walk away from her. I can't let some other fucker touch her. She's mine, and nothing will ever change that. No one will take her from me.

I come then, my seed spraying out of my cock and landing on the tile before me. I groan and grit my teeth, letting the pleasure wash over me, letting it consume me.

I want to make Lola feel good, have her wrapped up in everything that is me. I want her smelling like me, feeling my body.

I want my cock in her pussy. I want my seed filling up her womb.

What I need is Lola as my woman, my wife…the mother of my children.

When I'm drained dry I let go of my dick and place both hands on the tiled wall. I breathe harshly, my eyes still closed, my thoughts still on Lola. No, I am not going to walk away from her.

I am going to make her mine.

Chapter 7

Lola

“Order up, Lola!” Slim yells and I do my best to give him a smile. The truth is I don’t feel like smiling. My head hurts, my feet ache, my back is tight—and that’s just the beginning of my ailments. My chief complaint is that I’m almost through my entire shift and Ryker hasn’t shown up. He’s always here. Always.

I feel so stupid. Why did I have to sound so pathetic? Why couldn’t I have just played it cool? If Tina had been in my shoes she would have just attacked Ryker and been in his bed that night. I had to act like a stupid, terrified virgin. How do I ever expect someone like Ryker Stone to take me serious if I can’t even act like an adult around him?

I put the round of beers a group of customers ordered down on the table. I’ll be glad when these idiots go home. There are four of them here for a bachelor party. Hell, they were shitfaced when they got here, and their comments are getting more lewd with each round. I’m doing my best to avoid the grabbing hands. One of the men thinks to get smart and trips me. Because of these damn heels I wear, I can’t keep my balance and fall straight into the lap of the loudest drunk of them all. He’s also the one that is supposed to be getting married.

He latches a hand painfully onto my breast. I cry out in shock and hurt. I’m trying to calm my panic, getting ready to bring my serving tray back against the man’s face when suddenly the hand is gone.

“You think you can touch what’s mine?” Ryker growls in a voice so cold and so deadly it feels like everyone and everything in the bar comes to a complete standstill.

“Hey, man, we’re just trying to have a little fun. Dressed like she is, she’s asking for it. Don’t worry, we’ll treat her good,” the idiot says, obviously not seeing how dangerous the situation is. Everyone else can sense the violence coming from Ryker, including his friends, because they’ve gone quiet.

“Lola, get up,” Ryker commands—and it is most definitely a command. Until that moment, I was so intent on watching Ryker that I didn’t realize I was still sitting in the man’s lap. I quickly get up, nervously moving aside.

“Ryker—” I start, but one look from him stops the rest of the words in my throat. He’s pissed. He was mad last night, but that pales in comparison to the fury coming off of him right now.

“Slim,” he calls out.

“Yeah, man?”

“Unlock your office,” he says, but his gaze is glued to the man who grabbed my breast. He’s still holding the asshole’s hand and it’s an intense grip. It’s the type of hold that I know will leave a bruise. Maybe the guy is starting to sober up too, because he’s not trying to fight with Ryker, or even get away from him. He’s barely breathing—almost as if he’s afraid resisting too much will unleash the anger Ryker is carrying. The man is obviously smarter than I gave him credit for.

“Buddy, listen. We don’t want any problem. I didn’t know she was yours. No harm, no foul here. What do you say?”

“Lola, go to Slim’s office and wait for me,” he says and his voice drops down. It’s much quieter now, almost deadly.

“Ryk—”

“I’m barely hanging on right now, Lola. Do it and do not argue,” he all but growls out.