"The fuck?" Ryder glared at the figure in the doorway of the bar.

The figure moved forward. His nostrils flared. There was silence in the bar now.

A young woman with a pale pink crop top and white jeans that had sparkling silver bedazzled gems at the hip that hugged her curves strode in. Her long hair was dark and wavy with frosted pink ends. She wore little make up, but what of it she did wear, it too, had pink hues. Even her toenails were pink from what he could see of them from her white wedge sandals.

"Honey, you in the wrong bar. Denim and Diamonds is on the other side of town," Ruben finally spoke up, referring to the country western dance hall. Ruben was the oldest biker in the bar but still had some manners.

"No," she hitched her hip. "I'm not."

Ryder frowned even deeper. The voice was familiar. He stood, crossing his arms over his chest. "Listen, Princess." There were a few chuckles at that. "This is a private clubhouse. You need to leave."

She arched a perfect brow at him. "Ryder Remington. Still working on your Batman voice?"

His nose twitched. There was only one person who had ever accused him of having a "Batman" voice. He couldn't believe that the woman who was sassing him now was the same person, but he couldn't imagine it was anyone else. "Eloisa."

"The fuck kind of name of Eloisa?" Another man muttered.

"Lisa," she corrected easily, sashaying the speaker, "You can call me Lisa. And you are?" She perched a jeweled hip against the man's broad thigh, back turned to Ryder.

Ryder's eyes narrowed. He prowled over to where she was.

"You can call me Snake," Ryder's second in command said with an interested lift of his brow. He was easily the most muscular and intimidating man in the room. He hardly fit his nickname but Ryder never challenged him on it. Snake was just about to set a large, appreciative hand on her bottom when Ryder stepped up.

"Let's not get too cozy," Ryder clasped a hand onto her bicep. "You need to leave, Ella."

She looked up through her eyelashes at him insolently. "I only came here for one thing. Let me get it and I'll leave."

His nose twitched irritably. "And that is?"

"I need someone to fuck me," she said in a heady voice.

There was a dead silence then Snake gave a hazy appreciative chuckle. "Well...I could help you with that-"

Ryder snarled and yanked her off Snake's lap. Snake sat up abruptly. "Git!" Ryder bellowed pushing her out of the bar. She stumbled once, glared and snapped out the door. The door slammed behind him as he followed her out, where she leaned against a white convertible.

"The fuck, Eloisa," he practically spat. "What the hell you really doing here?"

She glared at him. "I already said it. I need to get fucked."

"So use the fucking Tinder app. Leave my men out of it."

She crossed her arms over her chest. This did nothing to hide her ample cleavage. If anything, it only made Ryder's gaze drift down her curves moreso. "I know the rules. It's just a lay. I don't wanna be some old lady. There's other rules for that."

He loomed over her. "No."

"Why? What's it matter to you? It's just a guy getting his rocks off into a willing cunt?"

His lip curled. "You got more in that head of yours right now than just getting laid. I'm not an idiot."

She clenched her hand into a fist. "Yes, there is."

He could have punched the vehicle she leaned on.

"Ryan and I broke up. I'm angry. I just want to get-"

"No!" he barked.

She glared up at him.

His lip curled again. "You need to go home and cool off. This ain't you."

"What's it matter to you? I didn't think club rules included telling your men who they could and couldn't fuck anyway."

"You-" a bubble of incredulous laughter almost erupted from him. Almost. "You couldn't cope. You're too …" he gestured at her clothing. "You're wearing goddamn pink, Eloisa!"

She retorted. "The clothes do come off you know."

He scrubbed a hand through his hair and pointed at her. "We're not discussing this. Get off my property."

"Fine!" She spun away from him, and climbed into the convertible. The engine roared to life and he jumped back just in time for her to gun the engine and spin out of the parking lot.

He was still cursing under his breath when Snake eased up beside him whistling.

"I'm guessing you would rather I hand over this card before I give in to temptation and follow her home?" Snake held up a business card sized card stock. "Cause damn, that would be a hot lay."

"I'll kill you myself if you even think about it," Ryder snarled, snatching the card from his hand. "How the hell did she even get this to you so fast?? I didn't see it."

"She pulled it out of her bra when her back was turned to you. Stuck it in the waist of my jeans. Was fucking hot."

"She's off limits to everyone in the club and I mean everyone."

Snake raised his hands submissively "I got you, boss. But… Why?"

Ryder's jaw twitched. "That's Jerry's sister."

"Oh."

No other words needed to be said. The loss of Ryder's original second in command and best friend in a turf war years between their gang and another gang had been the reason Snake was now his lieutenant.

"Get back inside. I need a minute," Ryder finally scrubbed a hand over his face again.

"Sure," Snake nodded.

Ryder glared down at the card in his hand. It only had a phone number written on it. In pink glittering ink.

Ryder grumbled, switching sides on the mattress later that night. God dammit. Why did she have to show up? He was doing fine. Mostly. He was moving things into position to start taking over territory and start really making money in this shit hole town. He couldn't afford a distraction. And she was one. She was THE distraction of his life.

Dammit.

He closed his eyes huffing out angrily. He lay on his back now, waiting for the cool air from the overhead fan to relax him. He always slept nude, but he wasn't able to relax enough tonight to drift off to sleep. He remembered her so differently from years ago, she was still a princess, even then, but she was small, shy, sweet.

She was all grown up now though. Good God was she grown up. Ryder's hand drifted to his cock. He rolled his eyes as he grasped himself and jerked himself remembering her angry retort, " The clothes do come off you know."

He could very well imagine those jeans and crop top hitting the floor and her even having a set of pale pink thong underwear and bra underneath. And of course they would match. Princesses always match. He grunted, his cock was rock hard. Her hair wouldn't be quite long enough to hide her nipples either once the bra was off. He had a very good idea of what her tits probably looked like now, because he'd once accidently walked in on her changing into a, yes, pink swim suit when they had been younger.

Those little nipples were bite sized and pink, just like clothes she wore today. He thought of that and his shoulders tensed. He groaned loudly as a wave of heat struck him and his cock responded pleasurably to the memory.

She hadn't covered herself right away. She had been so surprised that she just stared at him. It was only when she saw his gaze land on and stay on her breasts that she yanked a towel over herself. She hadn't told him to get out of the bathroom but she had backed away from him. Even the way she moved away had made his younger self's cock erect. It was almost like she was doing it because she was supposed to, not because she wanted to.

Ryder's cock was aching as he slid his hand over the tip and on the vein that ran on the underside in the middle of his shaft. He concentrated on the memory, and, just as it had when he was younger, her tits helped him jack off pleasurably. When he was done, he grabbed a napkin from the stack that he kept in the bedroom for when he ate fast-food.

He wiped the cum off his abdomen, then grabbed his box of cigarettes. He dropped one lazily on his lower lip and lit it. He scratched his five o'clock shadow as he took a puff and glanced at the clock on his cellphone. Damn. It was 1 am.

He sat up and mussed his hair. It was going to be a long night.

He reached over and picked up the card with her glittery phone number on it. He sighed. "God dammit, Princess, why you gotta do this to me?" He flicked the cigarette, not caring that the ash burned a hole in the carpet. There were at least fifty in the room already.

He flipped the card over for the hundredth time. There was nothing else on the card other than the phone number. He dangled the cigarette on his lower lip as he typed the number into the messenger app on his phone.

You awake? He sent the message.

There was a pause, then a response. Yes.

Feeling like the hypocrite that he was, he sent back, You looked sexy as hell.

There was a pause. His phone pinged. I know the club rules. You could get in trouble.

He frowned. He started to ask what she was talking about when he realized that she thought he was Snake. Part of him was glad she was at least trying to do the right thing by warning of possible repercussions. She knew for a club member to ignore rules meant consequences. Fuck the rules.

Mmm. Good answer.

He chuckled lightly. Send me a nude.

Have you been a good boy?

No. He sent a picture of the cum covered napkin to her.

He couldn't help but chuckle again when the picture arrived two seconds later. Yup. Her tits were even better than he remembered. The picture stopped at her waist. Still want to get laid?

Yes.

Come over.

What's the address?

He sent her the address to his trailer and set the phone down. He glanced at the bed and pulled the covers off. The sheets were rumpled and really needed to be changed. He stood, pulled on his jeans from earlier, not bothering with a shirt. He pulled clean sheets from the laundry area and remade the bed with them. It was the least he could do, since the rest of the trailer, while it wasn't dirty, he knew it wouldn't be close to as neat as her place likely was.

He was grabbing a beer from the fridge when he heard her car pull up on the gravel. When her knock came, he sidled over and opened the door.

She looked up at him, and though her eyes widened, she didn't move.

He lifted the beer bottle like he was toasting her, eyebrow raised.

She glanced once over her shoulder, then shrugged. She walked up the three steps to the door of the trailer.

He turned sideways so she could come in. "Want a drink?"

"No."

He sat his beer down and picked up the cigarette. "Mind if I smoke?"

She shrugged. "Your house."

"Hmmph." He didn't take a puff, but the filter dangled between his fingers. "Your lungs though." He gestured with the filter. "Turn around."

She did so. He admired how even in pink and grey sweats and sandals she had put on, her clothes clung to her like a second skin.

He stubbed the filter into the ashtray. "You wanna do this?"

Her eyes flickered up to him. "Do you?"

He loomed over her. "Don't ask me that. You know the answer."

She pressed her lips together. "Why not Snake?"

"Because you're too sweet."

She looked down.

He lifted her chin. "Don't do this."

"You told me to come."

"Yeah. I did."

"Then?"

"Then…" he tried to think of a last ditch reason to make her change her mind. Or maybe it was for him. He wasn't sure. "Don't catch feelings."

She looked up at him. "Me? Or you?"

He frowned grumpily and lifted a single finger in front of her face. "You trying to piss me off?"

She knelt in front of him and began to unbutton his jeans. He didn't try and stop her as she pulled his cock free from his boxers. Then she teased his tip lightly with her tongue. She did this for several long minutes until he was sure his balls were blue.

He grasped the sides of her face and tried to moved her to take him in her mouth, but she looked up at him innocently, refusing to take him in. "Why?" He pulled her to her feet feeling frustrated.

" I told you. I want to be fucked. I didn't come over here to give you a blow job so you could nut off and send me home."

He growled, "You think you're that good?"

She smirked lightly.

"You think I can't go all night?"

She gave a little shrug, glancing at his cock as though it were a tiny, delicate thing. He could tell now was baiting him, wanting him mad and she was doing a helluva good job.

He hitched his jeans, grabbed her by her bicep and dragged her into the bedroom. The minute that they were in the room, he pushed her against a wall and pressed his body to hers, dragging her arms above her head. He held her by her wrists as he slid a hand into her sweat pants. His fingers brushed the satin of her panties aside and found her clit right away.

She was already wet, but he wasn't going to comment. He watched as her mouth dropped open and eyes closed. He thrummed his finger on her clit as she writhed pleasurably. He grasped her neck between his teeth and nipped. Just when he heard her breathing change and her back start to arch, he pulled his hand away. She panted and looked at him in frustrated confusion.

"Learn your lesson yet, Princess Cock Tease?"

Her lips thinned and jaw clenched.

"No? Alright."

He dragged her sweatpants and yes, pink satin thong down to her knees with a single pull as he yanked her away from the wall. He pushed her into the clean sheets. Just when she started to push herself up he twisted her arms around her back. He scooted behind her and leaned her forward. Her bottom was braced against him and his cock was angled between her thighs.

He dragged his cock between her soaking pussy lips, making sure to rub against her clit firmly. He kept her held tightly, teasing and taunting her. When she let out a desperate noise, he slid just his tip into her, then backed out, quickly.

"Did you learn yet?" He growled.

"No!" She shook her head, biting her lower lip.

He smacked her ass. She tried to hide her moan by burying her face into the bedsheets. Her ass though, wriggled, begging him. He spanked her again. "Be a good fucking princess for once in your fucking life," he breathed. "Say you learned your lesson and I'll give you what you want."

She shook her head, teeth clenching the bedsheets.

He switched tactics. Keeping one hand holding her wrists, he used the other to grasp a lock of her hair at the nape of her neck. The change in position now solidified his hold on her. His cock was hard as a brick and he ground on her clit.

The change broke her pride and she begged, "Ryder!"

He released her wrist and her hair. He spanked her once, then clutched her hips tightly with his fingers. He thrust into her hard. He kept going, spurned on by her bucking wildly. Her cunt held him like a vice and he grunted each thrust. Once, he heard her gasp in pain, and he quickly pulled out. He pulled her up so that he could hold her to him.

He fingered her clit with one hand and fondled a nipple under her sweat shirt with the other. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent. As he anticipated, when she began to catch her breath, she tried to turn her face to kiss him. He scented her need for intimacy and cut her off. Years of blue balls spurned by that damned memory of catching her changing into her swimsuit from earlier made him do it. He pushed her down into the bed again, and thrust into her with a release of pent up sexual frustration. Finally, he grunted as his cum spurted into her hot cunt.

He had been so focused on his climax he hadn't realized that she had had her own until her thighs shook weakly. He eased his weight back off of her. She was breathing easier now, mouth open, eyes closed. He felt her clit throbbing and he couldn't help but smirk.

"Out?" She asked after a moment, voice shaky.

He felt a bit wrong footed, but did so only after stroking her ass rather gently.

She pulled her thighs together, curling her knees under her chest, balled tightly up.

He lay down on his side next to her on the bed. He watched her closely. He frowned when he saw her hands reaching to pull her sweat pants up as she carefully sat up. Her pants now hitched to her hips, and she started to stand up.

"What are you doing, Ella?"

She had a dazed expression but struggled to focus on him. "Leaving."

"Why?"

She blinked, finally looking as though she were coming out of a haze. "Home? To go home?"

He felt a little miffed. "Didn't think you hated it that much."

She shook her head. "No."

He frowned. "Then sit your ass back down."

She did so.

"God damn," he muttered. He yanked a cigarette from the box and lit it. "Get over here." He jerked his thumb to his chest. She looked at him uncertainly. "Actually, take that shit off first." He took a drag from the filter.

She stood and slid her clothing off. He huffed a little appreciatively seeing her full body now. He had been such a horn dog he hadn't had a moment of thought to just look at her. She crawled into the bed, and lay very close to him. He took a drag, then draped a jeans covered thigh possessively over her legs. He pulled her into his chest.

"Thought you would want me to leave," she said into his chest after a moment.

"Right after pulling out? Jesus fuck, Ella, you a smart girl, but that's a dumb ass idea." His southern drawl came out as he puffed on the cigarette.

"What if I caught feelings?"she said after another silence.

He sighed. "Jesus."

"Sorry. You were good."

He couldn't help but curl a lip up slightly. He glanced down at her. "Glad to hear it." He knew she meant better than good, but damned if she was gonna say it out loud to him.

"I should go."

"It's too late. Get some sleep. You're tired."

"Am not."

"Well I'm tired and I don't feel like driving you home this late."

"I drove myself."

"Yeah well maybe I wanna follow you home to make sure you get there safe."

"You gonna walk me up to my door?"

"Yeah, maybe," he admitted grudgingly.

"Gonna kiss me?"

He huffed a half exasperated half amused chuckle. "Go to sleep."

After a moment of silence he glanced down. She was still awake. His resolve crumbled. He had told himself he wouldn't do it. But the way she looked, the way she was looking at him? He cupped her chin and muttered, "God damn you, Princess." He pressed her lips with a loving kiss. His heart skipped a beat when he felt her cool fingers thread their way into the hair on his chest. "Go to sleep," he told her, stroking her hair. He didn't fall asleep until after he was sure she had.