Joker by Andi Rhodes

Chapter Twenty-Two

^{I may not know the exact words but I do know that, whatever they are, they’re too important to utter in this moment.}

Joker

“Seriously?”

I arch a brow at Riley. She’s cute as hell standing next to my Harley, with her toe tapping in the gravel and her arms crossed over her chest. But right now, I just need her to get on the damn bike.

Rather than give her an answer, I throw my leg over the seat and fire it up. The rumble centers me. Unfortunately, it does nothing to ease the pressure my cock is feeling behind my zipper.

I grin at her. “I never took you for a chicken, Black Bird.”

Her eyes widen for a split second before she throws her hands in the air and laughs.

“Fine. But when I’m too exhausted to fight tomorrow, you can explain why to everyone else.”

I reach out and wrap my fingers around her bicep to tug her toward me. When she’s close enough, I shift my hand to the back of her head and pull her in for a kiss. My tongue urges her lips to part and I savor the taste of tequila and gin that lingers. I don’t hold the kiss for long. I’ve got better things planned for her.

“Deal,” I say when her eyes lock with mine.

Riley finally gets on the Harley behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. For a guy who’s never really wanted a woman to ride with, I’m getting used to it. Love it really. Because it’s her, because it’s Riley.

Images of what I’m going to do to her race through my mind as quickly as the wind that blows over our heads. The way my balls vibrate with the hum of the bike beneath us doesn’t help any either.

It doesn’t take long to get to my destination, which is good because I’m not sure how much longer I could have Riley wrapped around me without actually having her wrapped around me.

We both get off the Harley and her gaze darts to the building and then back to me. I grab her hand and tug her toward the back entrance. When I reach into my pocket for my key, her hand on my forearm stops me.

“What are you doing?” She whispers, leaning into me a little bit.

“You’ll see.”

Riley takes a step away from me. “Joker, I haven’t questioned anything the club does, but I’m not going to be an accessory to breaking and entering.”

“What?” I snap, my eyes narrowed. “I’m not breaking into anything.” I thrust a hand through my hair. “Do you really think I’d bring you with me for club business?”

“Well…” She averts her gaze and bites her bottom lip.

The action is so damn sexy that it takes every ounce of control I have to hold on to my frustration and not fuck her right here, right now. I lift my key in front of her face and shake it.

“See, I’ve got a key.”

I turn away and unlock the door, pushing it open when I’m able. I step to the side and nod toward the now open entrance.

“After you.”

Riley leans forward and pokes her head through the opening. When she straightens, her eyes narrow.

“What is this place?” she asks and remains in place.

“Jesus, you ask a lot of fucking questions.” I heave a sigh. “This is Infinite Motors. The Soulless Kings own it so you can quit worrying your pretty little head off that we’re doing anything illegal.”

I don’t give her another chance to enter before I do. I stride through the door and flip on the lights with the switch on the opposite wall. It takes a few seconds but Riley finally joins me. As she takes in all of the motorcycles, each in various states of disrepair, her jaw drops.

“Wow,” she breathes. “So, this is like… a legit business.”

I chuckle at her awe. “Yeah, Black Bird. It’s legit.”

She walks up to the bike I’ve been working on and runs her hands over the handlebars, the seat, the fenders. It’s a hunk of metal and rust right now but it won’t be. Not for long.

“Tell me about this one,” she says.

I grin. This is what I wanted. What I needed. For Riley to see what I do, what I’ve built my life around. Sure, restoring old motorcycles is only a part of who I am but it’s a part I’m proud of, a part that I can share with her and not risk her safety or jeopardize her morals.

“That,” I begin and step up next to her. “Is a 1954 Harley Davidson Panhead. The owner is some rich prick who has no fucking clue what he’s got but he will. By the time I’m done with it, he will.”

Riley wraps her arms around herself. “I knew you worked on motorcycles. I mean, you dragged me along to get parts in Washington, but I had no idea about all of this.”

“I know.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “It occurred to me earlier, by the pond, that we know a lot about each other but also don’t know a damn thing.” I shove my hands in my pockets and rock back on my heels. “It’s no secret that I can’t share everything about my life with you. Nothing related to the dealings of the club. But I can share this. I want to share this.”

Riley walks around the shop, almost reverently taking in each workstation, each bike. Watching her face light up is more than I could have hoped for and everything I didn’t know I wanted.

“Riley, you have no idea how much…”

Riley stares at me, her head tilted expectantly. I close my mouth, not sure how to spit out the words without sounding like a complete idiot. I shake the nerves from my head and try.

“Before you, I didn’t give a shit about anything other than this place, my brothers. I’ve always had the club and I would do anything for the Soulless Kings but beyond that, I just existed. And then you showed up.” I pause and smile remembering the first time I laid eyes on her. “I fucking hated you on sight.” When her eyes widen, I hold up a hand to stop her from commenting. “You’re a woman. That’s all I cared about. You represented everything in the world that I despised.”

“And now?”

“Now?” I arch a brow. “Now I’d still do anything for the Soulless Kings… and you.” I close the distance between us and cup her cheeks. “I don’t know what will happen after tomorrow. I don’t know if what we have is something that can last or if you’ll decide that you want nothing to do with this life, my life. But I know I want to find out.”

Riley jumps up and wraps her legs around my waist and arms around my neck. She’s like a monkey, the way she’s latched onto me, so much so that I don’t need to hold on to her. Her lips fuse with mine and the rest of the world fades away.

I walk backward toward the workbench and when I bump into it, I turn around and set her on top. I tangle my hands in her hair and deepen the kiss. My dick throbs and strains against my jeans but I don’t want to break contact to do anything about it. Not yet.

Riley has no such issue. She tugs my zipper down and shoves her hand between the cotton of my boxer briefs and my body, wrapping her fingers around my length, grazing my piercing. My body tenses at the contact but in the best way possible.

I pull away from her and see her pupils dilate, her eyes a pool of liquid desire.

“As much as I might regret saying this, you need to know. I didn’t bring you here to fuck you.”

Her lips lift into a saucy grin. “I know.”

Those two words are like jet fuel on the flames licking their way through my body. Every cell ignites until I’m one giant ball of fiery sensations. I shove her leather jacket off of her shoulders and lift her shirt over her head. Her nipples are pebbled beneath the red lace bra she’s wearing and I can’t ignore the buds as they beg for attention.

I bend and pull one nipple into my mouth, lace and all. Riley groans and the sound goes straight to my cock. Her chest pushes against my face and when lace hits my cheek, I realize that she’s unhooked her bra and the only thing stopping it from falling from her body is my mouth.

I straighten and yank my own shirt off. Riley’s eyes drop to my chest and she splays her hands against my skin. She traces the ink on my flesh, the colors that signify who I am, what I am. Then she shoves my pants and boxer briefs down over my hips so they pool at my feet.

I toe off my boots and kick my clothes to the side. Riley’s eyes still have not lifted, haven’t veered from her inspection of my body.

“You are perfection,” she whispers huskily and then lifts her head.

“And I need to see all of your perfection.”

Riley slides off of the workbench to stand before me. She slowly unbuttons her jeans and pushes them over her hips. Her movements are agonizingly slow and I can’t take it. I grip her matching red lace panties and tear them from her body. Riley squeals but her eyes darken.

“What are you going to do to—”

With urgency, I lift her back onto the workbench and spread her legs to allow room for me. I kneel down and press my face into her core. I breathe in her scent, the one that tells me she wants this as much as I do.

“I’m going to make you fly, Black Bird,” I growl.

My tongue darts out and teases her clit. She lifts her hips at the contact and I use my hands to hold her in place. I feel a shift in her position and look up from hooded eyes to see that she’s leaning back against the wall behind her. Good, she’s surrendering to me.

Confident that she’s not going anywhere, I trail my fingers back to her inner thighs and dig them into her flesh as I push her legs as wide as they’ll go, exposing her slit to my assault. I lap at her, lick and nip until she’s quivering.

“Joker, please,” she begs.

“Please what?” I circle her clit with my tongue. “Tell me what you want.”

“I… ah, God…”

“Say my name,” I demand and withhold what her body is seeking.

“Joker.”

I let go of her left leg and touch a finger to her pussy, trailing it between her lips and barely touching her clit. Her hips lift.

“Say. My. Name.” I demand again, thrusting two fingers inside of her and flattening my tongue on her pulsating clit.

“Joker!” she howls as she throws her head back and her walls clamp down on my fingers.

When her shudders start to slow, I stand and thrust my dick into her in one smooth stroke, not giving her any time to come down from her orgasm high.

“Fuck me, Joker,” she pleads.

Her hips meet mine as I thrust in and out of her frantically. Somehow, she manages to sit up and her legs curl around me, limiting my movements. I lift her into my arms, not allowing our connection to break, and walk her toward the wall. I slam her against it and brace my hands on either side of her head.

I lean in and press my lips to her ear. “Is this what you wanted?” I whisper roughly.

She nods.

“Say it,” I bark.

“Yes, Joker.”

Her fingernails dig into my pecs and the pain is intensely erotic. Everything about her, about this, is intense. I pound into her, not bothering to be gentle, not bothering to make this anything other than what it is: fucking each other senseless.

My spine begins to tingle and I know I’m close. My body craves the release I’m close to but I’m not ready for this to end. I pull out of her and let her feet lower to the floor. I quickly replace my dick with my fingers and press my thumb against her clit.

“Why’d you—”

She spasms and comes undone. I watch her face scrunch as she squeezes her eyes shut to ride the wave.

“Look at me,” I growl. “Fucking watch me while I make you come.”

Her lids open but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t see me with the way her eyes are rolling to the back of her head. This time, I don’t stop until her body goes lax and her head falls against my chest.

“We’re not done,” I say, gravel in my tone.

Riley’s breathing is heavy, choppy. “I need a minute,” she says on a sleepy laugh.

“And I need to come.” I grip my shaft and brush it against her stomach as I brace my free hand on the wall behind her.

She lifts her head and locks eyes with me. Instantly, she’s alert and grinning.

“I need to feel your snug pussy gripping my cock, wringing every last drop of satisfaction from my body that it can.” I push the tip into her and pull it back out, teasing, taunting. “I need your tits in my face and your hands squeezing my ass.” I press my mouth to her ear. “I need you, Riley. All of you.”

Riley ducks under my arm and steps behind me. Her tits press against my back and her hands grab the globes of my ass and squeeze.

“Is this what you want?” she asks, breathlessly.

“Something like that.”

Her hands disappear, as does her body. I drop my head and stare at the floor. My dick is painfully hard and I worry that I’ve pushed too hard, said too—

“Pretty sure we can’t fuck with this much space between us.”

I whirl around and see her gloriously naked, leaning against the opposite wall, her legs spread. One arm is above her while the other is between her thighs, her fingers tantalizing her clit. My mind blanks out.

Holy fucking shit, she’s hot.

I stride toward her, never taking my gaze from the hand that’s exactly where my cock needs to be. When I reach her, I yank her hand away and pin it up against the wall with her other arm. With my free hand, I lift her up and enter her slowly, despite the urgency building.

Then, I fuck her. My thrusts are fevered. It’s raw, frenzied, animalistic perfection. All of my earlier demands are forgotten. Her body bows and my balls draw tight. I let go of her arms and wrap my fingers in her hair to pull her lips to mine.

As we both explode, her milking me and me pulsating into her, I kiss her. I swallow down every single moan that escapes past her lips. I suck her tongue into my mouth, taking everything I need from her and giving her everything I have to give.

When we’re both spent, both shaking from what can only be described as a cosmic shift in the universe, I lean my forehead against hers.

“I…” I close my mouth.

What? Love her? Think she’s perfect? Want to claim her as mine forever?

I have no idea what to say because there’s so much in my head, so much that needs said. It’s almost too much. I may not know the exact words but I do know that, whatever they are, they’re too important to utter in this moment.

“Thank you,” Riley says.

I rear back and narrow my eyes at her. “Why the fuck are you thanking me?”

She smiles and it eases some of the tension that was starting to build.

“For letting me in.” She lifts up onto her tip toes and kisses me gently. “For sharing this part of you with me.”

My anger deflates. “Oh.” I grin. “You’re welcome.”

“But…” Her smile turns wicked. “Now we need to go home so I can sleep.”

Home.

I wait for the nerves to hit but they don’t. In fact, my heart finally feels like the last cracks are healing. And I like it.

“Okay, Riley. Let’s go home.”