A Biker Christmas ~ Jani Kay (Scorpio Stinger MC) Read online

  Had I changed that much since I’d become engaged to Ryder or had these women always behaved this bitchily? I didn’t need their sympathy or curiosity.

  “Yeah, it's especially hard because Peanut would’ve been a Christmas baby. Ryder had even bought her her first doll.” A sob tore through me as I closed my eyes and remembered the image of an excited Ryder on our shopping trip. He’d had so much fun picking out pink things for his little girl. “It breaks my heart whenever I catch him sitting on the bed holding the doll, and just staring at it.”

  Mom’s eyes brimmed with tears. She dabbed the corners with her napkin. “Oh, Jade, that’s the saddest thing ever. Ryder doesn’t show his soft side to the world, but I know it's there, deep under the outwardly tough guy.”

  We shared a few silent moments, both letting our sorrow flow from us. How does one ever recover from the loss of an unborn child? All the what ifs and maybe ifs swarmed through my head on a daily basis.

  Mom blew her nose and looked up at me, a small smile at the corners of her mouth. “Listen, honey, whatever Ryder decides, we are going to do it with you, okay? Even if that means I have to get on the back of a motorcycle.”

  I chuckled, blinking back the tears. “Seriously? You’d do that for Ryder?” My heart swelled with love for my mom. She was a class act, her kindness and compassion unlimited.

  “Of course. He’s had enough nonsense in his life. Besides . . . he’s going to be my son soon, right? And if I’m lucky, the two of you will make me a grandma some day.” She flashed me a naughty grin.

  I sighed. “Yeah, I hope so too. Ryder deserves to be happy.” Taking a big sip of water, I couldn’t help feeling joy in my heart that Ryder was part of my life. He wasn’t anything like the man I’d expected to marry, yet he was perfect for me. I wanted Ryder’s babies—to be a family.

  “So do you, baby girl. I know Ryder makes you happy; it shows by the way you glow.”

  I laughed. “Glow? Oh God, Mom, that sounds as if I’m a Christmas tree.”

  “You are—you’re Ryder’s light. You bring him comfort and joy. And in time, the hurt of losing the baby will heal. Not that I’m saying you’ll ever forget Peanut . . . rather that you’ll make peace with it and keep a special place for her in your hearts forever.”

  My mom was so wise, no wonder I loved her so much. “I think that’s what we all need—a Christmas to remember and to celebrate life.”

  “You’re a smart girl, Jade. The best way to honor Peanut is by living happily and giving back to those less fortunate. I love that you and Ryder think that way.”

  I smiled, my heart lifting as I thought about her words. “Listen, Mom, I’m definitely fixing you on the back of somebody’s bike, okay? Get your leathers on and get ready to ride for charity.”

  “What Daddy never told you, is—” She paused and took another sip of wine. “Um . . . we used to own a motorcycle in our younger days. I think I can convince him to ride with us. Then I’ll have my own man to hold on to.”

  I gasped. “What? Why haven’t you ever mentioned it before?”

  A wistful expression crossed her face. “Dad’s best friend died in a motorcycle accident on New Year’s Eve thirty-two years ago. I got scared and asked your father to sell his bike. He may be a bit rusty after all this time, but I bet he’d love to feel the roar of a bike under his ass again.”

  “Mom!” I screeched, at a loss for words. It wasn’t often that I was rendered speechless.

  She laughed. “Your face is priceless, Jade. I wasn’t always this old, you know. I even have my leathers somewhere in the back of my closet. Hmmm . . . I wonder if they’ll still fit?”

  My mother in leathers? Holy crap. I didn’t even own any.

  I laughed. “Next you’ll be telling me you smoked weed, too.”

  To my freaking amazement, she just grinned and nodded her head. “Those were the days. Wild sex and parties. Before babies, mortgages, and responsibilities.”

  I stared at her, wide-eyed and tempted to cover my ears. “Holy hell, Mom. Too much information.”

  “So it's a deal then? I’ll fish out my leathers and get your father to join us for a ride.” She rubbed her hands together. “I haven’t been this excited since—”

  “Hey Mom, maybe you can come shopping with me . . . can you just imagine Ryder’s face if I show up all decked out top-to-toe in leather?” Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I’d have a conversation like this with Sylvia Summers. I had a new respect for my parents.

  Chapter 4 — Ryder

  I placed the keys on the console table and walked over to the sofa to kiss Jade. Curled up with a blanket over her legs, she closed the magazine she was reading when she saw me, and hid it behind her back. She turned her face up toward me, her lips puckered, waiting for a kiss.

  I quirked an eyebrow at her, curious to see what she was hiding. Wedding stuff?

  “Hey, babe. Have a good day out with Sylvia?”

  “Yes. But kiss me first, biker.” Grabbing a fist full of my shirt, she pulled me on top of her, laughing.

  There were few things I loved more than playful Jade. She made me happy just being around her. The infectious sound of her laughter wiped out all the worries and stresses of the day and calmed my inner restlessness. And kissing her was right up there as one of my favorite things to do.

  I sucked her lower lip into my mouth, stealing her minty breath as she sighed with pleasure. She flung her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss, as if she needed more of me. I gave her more. I ravished her mouth, bruising her lips as I cupped both tits in my palms and squeezed.

  God, she was good. In a few seconds flat she’d seduced me so completely that I’d nearly forgotten about the magazine. I pulled away and stared down at her flushed face. “Hiding something from me, baby?” I asked.

  “A woman can't kiss her lover without ulterior motives?” She blinked her lashes coyly. Princess was hiding something fucking big.

  “Jade. No fucking secrets. What are you hiding?” I growled, my hand reaching under her back.

  She swatted my hand away. “Ryder, stop. It's a surprise. Don’t spoil it by looking.”

  I frowned. “I fucking hate surprises. You know that.”

  “Trust me, babe, this is a good surprise. You’ll love it.”

  “Hmmm . . . is that right?”

  “Oh yes, biker boy. It's going to blow your mind.”

  Gripping both wrists in one hand, I pinned them above her head. “Fuck. Now I hate not knowing even more. Don’t tease me, Princess. I might just need to smack that sexy ass for being so naughty. At least give me a hint.”

  She shuddered beneath me, then bit her into her lower lip and stared up at me, a lovely rosy glow on her skin. Fuck, this woman unraveled me with a look. My cock strained against my jeans, hungry for her. She shook her head, denying my request.

  “Princess,” I warned, at the end of my rope.

  “You’re going to have to do what you have to do. My lips are sealed.” She pressed her lips together to make her point.

  “Jesus. You’re asking for this, aren’t you?” Her eyes widened, and she licked nervously across her lips before pressing them together again. She didn’t give in. I loved that about my woman. But I’d never tell her, ‘cause that would just heighten her power over me.

  “Punish me if you must. I deserve it,” she whispered, her eyes ablaze with a mixture of lust and defiance.

  Fuck me. How could I resist?

  I lifted her skirt, swallowing hard when my eyes fell on her smooth pussy. The flimsy black lace thong left nothing to the imagination. With a heavy groan, I sat back on the sofa, pulling her over my lap, ass facing me, while pushing the skirt up higher. The magazine had disappeared.

  I grinned as I rubbed circles over her soft skin with my palm. My cock throbbed as I raised my arm and smacked the firm flesh. “One. For teasing me.”

  Another slap rang out as my palm connected with the other ass cheek. “Two. For keeping secrets.”

  She writhed on my lap, rubbing against my erection. On purpose?

  “Three. For defying my demands.” She shrieked as I planted another smack over the first one. I watched with satisfaction as both cheeks glowed with a soft shade of pink in the shape of my hand.

  “Now I’m going to fuck this ass,” I growled as I moved the thong to the side. I lifted off the sofa, leaving her on her stomach as I removed my boots, then shoved down my jeans and boxers and threw them in a heap in the corner.

  My fingers ran over her swollen pussy, smearing her wetness to the back to lubricate her ass.

  “Need this?” Jade croaked as she held up a condom between two fingers.

  “Where did you get that?” I asked, stifling a laugh.

  “Between the sofa cushions.” She ripped it open with her teeth and held it up for me. The sight of her pink ass in the air, my ownership clearly imprinted on her butt, and a condom between her teeth messed with my head. I took it from her and expertly rolled it onto my dick, then gripped her hips and pushed in the first inch. She moaned out loud, yet shoved her ass backward, asking for more. I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled her head toward me, my lips on the skin of her neck, nibbling and biting her flesh. Reaching around for her pussy, I pushed the fabric sideways as I sunk two fingers into her wetness, fucking her with my fingers and my cock.

  “So good,” Jade moaned. “Deeper, baby.”

  Fuck me. My bitch loved this—it was far from the punishment I intended. Just who was in fucking control here? I yanked her head back and bit hard into her shoulder, making her yelp. It still didn’t stop her from pushing her ass backward, meeting me stroke for stroke. God, this woman has me around her fucking little finger.

  “Time for you to do the work, baby,” I g
round out, irritated that she was getting away with it and enjoying every moment. I slipped out of her ass and removed my hand from her pussy.

  “Ryder. Sweet Jesus, you can't leave me hanging here.” Her skin was covered in a fine mist, and small droplets of sweat gathered above her brow. Her blond hair stuck to her skin on the sides of her face. She looked so utterly sexy, my cock jerked a few times.

  “Ride me,” I commanded, pulling the condom off my stiff dick and sitting back on the sofa. Confusion made way for a sexy smile on her beautiful face.

  “Oh, I have a little punishment of my own,” she said sweetly, moving away from the sofa.

  “Where the fuck are you going? Come ride my fucking cock, Princess.” She wouldn’t walk away, would she?

  I watched as she unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off her shoulders. My gaze followed her as she rounded the sofa and then I heard her behind me.

  “Arms behind your back,” she said in a hypnotic voice.

  Before I knew it, she’d used her shirt to tie my wrists together and then to the top of the chair. She leaned over me, and kissed my throat while stroking my cock in her palms. One hand cupped my balls and squeezed hard.

  “Mmmm . . . my biker is hard for me. That makes me so happy.”

  Then she was gone. Little bitch. I felt the loss of her touch burn through my veins, my balls aching as my need for her grew out of control.

  “Want this pussy, baby?” she purred.

  My mouth fell open as she pulled a chair closer and sat on it, her legs spread wide. Her pussy glistened—I could practically taste her on my tongue. She reached down and circled her clit with a finger, leaning back so I could see everything. Fuck.

  My heart slammed against my chest as I pulled at the ties holding my wrists together. Fuck, I was going nowhere. Bringing a finger to her mouth, she smeared her juices over her lips, then licked it off her top one. The sweet muskiness of her sex filled my nostrils as she leaned over and kissed me, leaving her taste in my mouth. Before I could get enough, she pulled away again.

  This. Is. Sheer. Fucking. Torture.

  Reaching back, she unclipped her bra and slid it off her arms, dropping it to the floor. Her tits were heavy, and her nipples hard. I ached to suck them.

  “Yes, I want your fucking pussy,” I groaned, ready to explode.

  Princess Jade had turned the tables on me and she damn well knew it.

  “How much, baby? Tell me.” My eyes widened as one hand went back to circling her clit while the other pinched and pulled at her nipple.

  “So much my cock aches for you. Always. Day and fucking night.”

  “That’s all I wanted to hear,” she said, smiling.

  A finger disappeared into her warmth where mine had been minutes ago. Her eyes fell closed and a blush spread over her whole body. I watched in awe as she shuddered, her lips slightly parted, panting and moaning as she brought herself to orgasm.

  “Fuck, that’s beautiful.” My voice was raspy and low, a lump in my throat nearly preventing me from speaking.

  Her lids fluttered open. Gleaming yet soft, her almond eyes were sexy as hell.

  “Your turn, baby.”

  With her knees on either side of my hips, she straddled my lap, directing my cock into her. She fell down in one fast motion, making me gasp at the force with which she impaled me.

  She rode me, giving me everything I wanted. Her tits bounced in my face and her pussy swallowed my cock as she slid up and down, her nails digging into my shoulders as she used them for leverage to move faster and faster till my head was fucking spinning.

  “Jade. Fuck!”

  I pumped into her, letting go of everything.

  “Yes,” she hissed, throwing her head back. “I’m coming, baby.” Her muscles tightened around my dick, squeezing every last drop from me.

  Feeling the urge to hold her tightly to my chest, I was acutely aware of the fabric tied around my wrists preventing me from doing so. I wriggled my fingers in an attempt to free myself, but the knot was too tight.

  Jade lifted herself off my cock, my cum spilling down her leg. Stunned, I watched her grab the magazine from between the cushions—inches from where my fingers were—and run off toward the bedroom, leaving me on the sofa with my arms aching from being tied up.

  I laughed out loud at how easily she’d played me. As soon as I was free from this bondage, my little bitch was going to pay.

  Next time her ass would be a darker shade of pink.

  Chapter 5 — Jade

  “Let me just say, hiding the magazine from Ryder wasn’t easy. He was like a dog with a bone, never giving up his search for the damn thing. Of course, he never found it, and boy, did he punish me for that.” I laughed as I pulled the leather pants over my thighs and wriggled my ass into them before zipping them up. They fit like a glove, accentuating every curve.

  “Wow, Jade, if I weren’t into men—and one in particular—I’d go for that tight ass of yours.” Eva chuckled as she gave me the nod of approval. “I’m glad your mom couldn’t come shopping for leathers with you, because I’m loving every second of this.”

  “Well, missy, don’t look so smug. I think you’d better start trying a few on, too. Mom’s not going to give up till she has you and Harrison included as well. Shit, can you just imagine Ryder and Harrison riding side by side on Christmas day? That would be something to see—my two fave guys working together for charity.”

  “Yeah,” Eva said, her voice cracking. Her eyes were misty, and she blinked fast, as if she didn’t want me to see.

  “Eva, what’s wrong?”

  “Um . . . it just so happens that those are my two fave guys also. Wouldn’t it be awesome if they would do it? But your brother is stubborn, Jade. Ryder would do anything if you asked him to, so I don’t see as much resistance from him. But Harrison—“

  “Harrison can be a stubborn asshole. But we have a secret weapon.”

  Her face brightened. She looked at me with hope etched on her face. “We do?”

  “Two in fact. One: Sylvia Summers. You have no idea how persuasive that woman can be when she wants something. And two: Young Jamie is still missing. It's tearing Harrison up that he couldn’t stop the kidnapping. Riding to raise money for kids is just the right cause to melt that hardness around Harrison’s heart.”

  Eva tapped her fingers on her purse, then grinned. “I saw an awesome pair of pants I loved the look of. Won’t hurt trying them on, will it?” She walked straight to a rack of leather pants that I’d avoided because their price tags made my eyeballs burn.

  “Impressive. And sexy. There won’t be a man who’ll be able to keep his eyes off you in those,” I said, admiring the crisscross leather straps that ran up the sides of the pants. A lot of skin would be revealed, and panties weren’t an option.

  Eva bit into her lip, holding the pants at arm’s length while she scrutinized them. “Too slutty? What would Sylvia say?”

  I threw back my head and laughed. “Sylvia’s not the one you need to worry about. Harrison will have a heart attack. But if you must know, my mother would probably worry that you are freezing where your skin is exposed, but then she’d cheer you on for being sassy. Harrison—he’s going to go ape-shit territorial over you.”

  “Mmmm, I like that response. Territorial, huh? I could deal with that.” She winked at me as she closed the fitting room door to try the pants on.

  I heard her mumble something about going on a diet and wondering if these pants were sized for children, but finally she called me over to have a look. I sucked in a breath. With her raven hair spilling down her back, the flush from the exertion of wriggling into the outfit evident on her cheeks, Eva was sexy as hell. Jesus, I’d turn for her if I didn’t prefer her brother’s dick. I giggled at the thought, and she shot me an anxious look.

  “That bad, huh?” she said, immediately wriggling her ass to remove the pants.

  “No . . . no.” I laughed, holding my stomach. “Just having some naughty thoughts. Keep the pants on, babe. They fit you like they were made for you. What was that mumbling about fat and diets? Those pants are so fucking hot, Harrison is going to combust at first sight.”