Page 9 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

Ella opened her eyes as she thought about his lips on the curve of her breast. She’d set him up because she knew her father would be pissed. She tried to call it off before he got home, but it was too late. Ryker had pushed up over her, settling between her legs right as her father opened the door.

Maybe she deserved to be punished. She knew that Ryker sure as hell didn’t forgive her for what happened. He’d been high and her father had found a lot of drugs on him. He should have gone to jail for a long time, but got a few years instead. From what she gathered, they let him out early for good behavior.

He still seemed pissed at her. Pissed at the world, actually. He had men watch her, and maybe even watched her himself, but he acted like he didn’t want anything to do with her. Maybe it wasn’t the same for him. Maybe he simply saw her in the same light as her father. Just some helpless female that needed a man to protect her. She swallowed hard at the thoughts running through her head. She wanted to go see him. To talk to him about everything that had happened.

Standing, she grabbed her keys and headed toward her car. The clubhouse wasn’t too far away. She drove there on autopilot and parked outside the gates. When she walked up to the door, one of the club members opened it for her and let her inside. The place was a different atmosphere during the day. No women gyrating on the stripper poles. No one fucking in the open. She didn’t want to think about whatever else they did that she didn’t know about. She walked down a narrow hall toward the back room and rapped her knuckles against the door of the room Razor had taken her into.

When it opened, she blinked a few times, not expecting Ryker to be on the other side, naked. He glanced around and grabbed her arm, dragging her inside before anyone saw.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I wanted to talk to you.” She swallowed. “I actually came to ask Razor’s permission to talk to you.”

Ryker shook his head. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous for you to be seen with me.”

Ella considered the danger he presented. In high school, he’d been the irresistible charmer. He’d kept his distance from her but she’d never thought too much about it. Her father preached heavily about crime in the city and how she needed to stay away from boys like Ryker. She was fairly sure he knew nothing about him back then but the association of the Roaming Devils tainted him in a way her father would never forgive. Ryker had been somewhat of a loner, though he had numerous friends. He was a troublemaker and gave the teachers a hard time about everything. Ella wondered if his life would have turned out differently if she’d made a stronger attempt to be his friend. There had been intense physical attraction between them at fifteen and if she had acted on it, would he be the criminal he was today? Would he have chosen the club life if there had been another option out there for him? Was it too late?

“I didn’t have any other way of talking to you.”

He grabbed a pen from the dresser and scribbled his number on her hand. “Call it, and I’ll answer. Don’t ever come here again.”

She stared at his body for a moment and she could see his reserve soften. “I wanted to say thank you. With everything, I know it wasn’t easy.”

He blew out a breath. “Ella, you really need to go.”

Even as he said it, he walked toward her without any intention of kicking her out. He cupped her face and held her while he leaned down to kiss her. She closed her eyes and kissed him back. The scrape of his stubble was enough to hurt but she didn’t mind. Ella felt his erection press against her as he backed her up to a nearby wall. He didn’t touch her. He simply kissed her, then pulled away.

“You need to go.”

His dark brown eyes pleaded with her. She knew she didn’t fit in with his life but she saw a different side of him that he didn’t reveal to anyone else. Maybe she was crazy for wanting to pursue a relationship with him, but he reminded her of that boy she’d liked in high school. The same one that she’d offered pencils to in homeroom. He was fiercely loyal to those he considered his family. Possessive and protective. They weren’t necessarily bad qualities for a boyfriend. She simply didn’t know how the other stuff factored in.

“Okay.”

He opened the door and glanced out in the hallway. “Go.”

She left him, heading back the way she’d come. Fortunately there were no members lurking and nobody to explain herself to. She glanced down at her hand and saw Ryker’s number. After she got in her car, she backed out and left. Her phone was in her pocket and she reached for it, putting the number in her contacts while she drove. He said he’d answer her if she called. It was tempting to see if he spoke the truth.

She went back to the hospital and grabbed something to eat. She stared at her cell phone while she ate nachos and selected his number.

“Yeah?” came his gruff voice.

“I just wanted to see if the number was real or if you’d lied to me.”

He snorted. “Why would I lie to you?”

“I don’t know.” She dipped a chip in some nacho cheese. “Maybe you thought I was a groupie or something. Into hero-worship or some nonsense.”

“I don’t think that.” He was silent for a moment. “How’s your father?”

The very way that he asked her made her tear up. He hated the man yet he asked her about his well-being. A truly horrible person wouldn’t do something like that. She was sure of it. “He made it through surgery. He’s in the ICU.”

Ryker didn’t comment. “How did you know I like ham and cheese with two pickles?”

“You told me.” Ella felt her cheeks heat at the memory. “We were talking that one day. I don’t know. It was a long time ago. You were hungry and you said you could really go for a ham and cheese sandwich with two pickles. Diet coke too.”

She felt stupid for remembering it about him but it seemed authentic and went with her cover for the stolen drugs.

“I’m surprised you remembered that.”

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