Laying It Bare Biker Style ~ Ryder

By L.E. Martin

When Ryder McAlistir comes across an unconscious girl while out on an assignment for his MC, he can’t bring himself to leave her there. But that doesn’t mean he is willing to offer her anything more than his protection.

Sage Ribbons has no idea how she ended up in the woods, bloodied and bruised. But one thing is for certain, she needs to accept Ryder’s protection. Someone is after her and will stop at nothing to get her back.

However, the longer she stays with Ryder, the deeper she falls. Can she accept the fact that while he’ll give his life for her, he’ll never give her his heart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: L.E. Martin
• Release date: Feb 10, 2024
• ISBN: 9798215600269

L.E. Martin

L.E. Martin is currently working on adding more books to her Laying it Bare Series. She has a couple biker stories in the works and also a rock star one. Her next release is book one of a paranormal romance duet, which is releasing Oct. 15, 2022. There will also be another paranormal story following a side character from the Blood Covenant world releasing after book two of the duet.

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Laying it Bare

Biker Style ~ Ryder

By L.E. Martin

Laying it Bare Biker Style ~ Ryder

Copyright © 2024 L.E. Martin

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Thank you to my girls who always excitedly devour my stories before I release them into the wild: Corinne Akers, Jeanie Bennett- Miner, Karen Wright, and Kathy Slacum Seabrease. Your faith in my writing and willingness to review my stories is truly a blessing.

One

~Ryder~

I need to get some pussy tonight. It’s been too long. Grayson smirked at me over the top of his beer mug as we sat in a booth at ‘Millie’s’ having lunch. He was what I referred to as a pretty boy at our MC. How the hell he had earned the title of Officer of our South Carolina chapter of Twisted Flames in Aiken, I had no fucking clue. With dark hair cut prim and proper, bright blue eyes, and usually not much more than a five o’clock shadow coloring his jaw, I expected him to grace the cover of GQ magazine or some shit, not grace the same MC in which I was a member.

Well, not just a member, but the Sergeant at Arms. I had the same color of hair as Grayson but I kept mine long – past my shoulders – and usually pulled back into a ponytail. Otherwise, the wavy strands got in my way while I was working on bikes and cars, in the middle of a fight, or fucking my latest acquisition for the night.

You fucked Tara again, in the bathroom, at the clubhouse, before we left this morning, which I really didn’t want to hear. She sounds like a goose getting its feathers plucked while she’s in the throes of passion. Or whatever it is you do with her. I grunted before taking another bite of my overloaded cheeseburger.

I had pent up frustration I needed to vent. Besides, she gives amazing blow jobs. Shrugging, he popped a fry into his mouth.

Maybe if that was the only time she opened her mouth, I would consider hitting that. And I shared his frustration. Earlier this morning, we had discovered two rats from the Pyro Devils vandalizing the walls around our compound. Grayson and I had wanted to pound the shit out of the two who weren’t even Prospects but pawns and barely teenagers. But our proposal was axed by our Prez. Instead, we had to oversee the rats as they cleaned up their mess. And as for fucking out my agitation; there were only two girls at the MC I ever fucked and it was because they actually had personalities. Most of the time, I found someone when I was out, fucked her at her place, and then left. Tonight, after our meeting, we should head over to the next town and find some new pussy. Think you can wait that long? Truth was I was itching for some pussy myself. Last night neither Angel nor Misti were around so I headed back to my apartment after I had won a tournament of darts and had a late night date with my right hand.

There’s always the cute waitress who has given us exceptional service so far. Grayson winked at the adorable red head with the girl next door face – causing her to blush and release a quiet giggle. He’d defile her for sure. Poor thing didn’t stand a chance.

If that’s your plan, make sure I’m out in the truck first. Chuckling, I shook my head. While I would give my life for any one of the members of our club, there were only a handful I really hung out with outside of the club. Grayson was one, as well as Axel and Gage. Skip, Bolt, and Hedge didn’t grate on my nerves too badly but other than that, the others were family I took care of but that was it. We ALWAYS took care of family, no matter how annoying. My phone pinged so I pulled it out of my pocket to unlock the screen.

Remus: check out Pyro Devils’ club

Remus: heard they intercepted our merchandise

Remus: might just be a ruse to stir up more shit between our groups

Remus: go anyway

Me: is this a now or at our convenience thing

Remus: supposedly unloading now, so now

Me: on it

Prez wants us to check out Pyro Devils’ compound. Might be stealing our shit again or someone on the outside might be using this as a ploy to cause more antagonism between us. He wants us to scope it out. They’re unloading shit now.

Have to wait for my pussy. Grayson grumbled as he dropped a fifty onto the table.

The two of us rose and rushed out to the truck. We had left our choppers back at the clubhouse since we were making a run for parts we needed for the shop.

We’ll have to come back through since we didn’t get to the auto shop yet. You can grab some pussy then. I’ll shop; you can fuck. See what a great friend I am.

Aww, you’re my bestie. Blowing me a kiss, Grayson started the truck and steered in the direction of our rival club’s place. Hopefully she’s still there. I doubt anyone cute works at that auto parts place. He smirked. But then his expression grew grave. Did Remus want us to do anything if we do find them unloading our stuff?

He didn’t say either way. Just to check it out. Once we have more information or confirmation, I’ll text him for further instructions.

About ten minutes later, Grayson pulled off the road and parked under a small copse of thick pine trees, hiding our truck as best he could. After we snatched our weapons out from under the seats and stashed them in the waist bands of our jeans, we trekked the rest of the way to the compound, keeping close to the tree line. But it was difficult keeping our footfalls light. We were huge ass men wearing heavy boots. Of course the leaves and twigs were going to crunch under our feet – I was six two and around two hundred sixty pounds and Grayson was my height and close to if not heavier.

After we trudged along about sixty yards, we paused at the outer perimeter where their compound property ended, surrounded by chain link fencing and a manned gate at the entrance, before circling around to the back to hide under the cover of trees there. My background in security – one of the main reasons I had received the position I held at the club – helped me to navigate where would be a great place to position ourselves so we could get a good view but remain undetected. While it wouldn’t gain us access to the compound, it provided a great visual and then we could plan from there, if needed. From the cover of an overgrown bush, Grayson and I crouched down and focused our stares at the incoming truck backing into the facility’s storage area that was just a huge add-on shed at the back of their compound.

When the door on the back of the truck rolled up, I cracked my knuckles, wondering if we were going to get to bash some skulls today after all. We weren’t a club full of criminals – although I was sure some of the older members spent some time in prison but never asked because I didn’t want my ass handed to me – but we did resort to violence if it was necessary to ensure justice was served.

Figuring the guys hauling the boxes out of the back were preoccupied with their task, Grayson and I stepped out from our cover but still out of sight of surveillance. My eyes had caught the cameras strategically placed around their perimeter during our trek up to the spot we were currently occupying so I was pretty certain where to station our asses so that we remained out of sight.

After the first load came down, I let out a sigh. I’m not sure if I’m relieved or pissed off we don’t have a reason to resort to violence today. I don’t know how we would have fended just the two of us, but it sure would have been a hell of a lot of fun.

Grayson smirked over at me. But then I definitely wouldn’t have been able to tap that sweet thing back at the diner. Let’s get out of here so I can still catch her.

However, the crunching of branches and forest floor snapped our attention to our uninvited visitors. A split second later, Grayson and I whipped our guns from our pants and trained them on the two figures.

Pip released a full belly laugh as he ran his hand through his dirty blond hair, his yellow eyes amused. "You’re trespassing on our property and have the nerve to pull guns on us."

"I don’t believe we are on your property, just looking at it. We’re checking out an anonymous tip. Making sure your merchandise is in fact your merchandise. After this morning’s misfortune with some rats coming to vandalize our property figured there might be some truth to this tip." I lowered my gun, but kept it in my hand.

Grayson followed suit, but with a scowl.

We don’t need your shit; we get better stuff anyway. Twist snarled as he shook his greasy black hair out of his eyes and glared at us with his brown angry stare. And we keep out of your stuff.

One would think that would remain the case considering the hell storm we brought down on your group six months ago when you tried to steal our weapons shipment. But the shit stirred this morning and an anonymous tip raised our hackles and we needed to get more information. But you’ll notice we investigated, didn’t attack. I gave Pip a tight smile, teeth bared. I hated all of the members of Pyro Devils, but merely being within twenty yards of Pip shorted out my fuse. Even though the incident was over five years ago, it still scorched through me like it was yesterday. So tuck in your string. We have reinforcements if we need them but it appears we do not . . . today. Even though they weren’t right behind us, but actually a phone call away. Semantics.

We have bad history; ain’t gonna deny that, but we’ve been staying out of your business. We have more important things to busy ourselves. So no trouble today. As long as the two of you turn around and head back to your own. Tilting his head, Pip studied the two of us with his unusual yellow eyes. If he was trying to unnerve us, he was instead making an ass out of himself. Although he was a complete jackass so I guess it was in his nature.

That doesn’t explain the rats today. Narrowing my own gaze, I spat.

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Keep your Hangarounds off of our property. Grayson growled from his clenched jaw.

"I have no knowledge about any of ours being on your property today. You might want to consider bringing up to your Prez the suggestion to sit down and meet with us. He’s refused us before, but you might find what we know interesting. There’s shit going on you’re not aware of, but your club refuses to sit down and listen to the enemy. But we think of your club as just irritants not the enemy. You might want to think about that." Pip sneered before he and Twist trudged off.

Think we should talk to Remus? As much as I hate the idea of sitting down with any number of them in an enclosed area – shit aren’t they concerned about personal hygiene? I wrinkled my nose in disgust. Maybe we can see if there is any truth to his blabberings.

Grayson shrugged as he paced into the woods, not quite in the direction of the truck. Something didn’t quite add up this morning. I think it was too easy for us to believe who sent the rats. What if those teenagers weren’t there to deface our property as much as to get a read on the layout? You figure, they didn’t really do much damage; it was just an inconvenience to us and then we let them go.

As we crunched along farther into the woods, I rubbed at my close-trimmed beard, rolling Grayson’s comments around in my head. The older members still wore the iconic long beards, but many of us younger guys chose to sport the shorter style. Why the hell didn’t you think of this earlier?

I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was off about this morning, but after Pip spewing his shit, my wheels really started turning. It won’t hurt anything, but maybe our nostrils, to sit down with them. We all know we aren’t the only two clubs and some of them aren’t even close to legit and with the cartel always stirring up trouble on the down low and local gangs, someone could be pitting us against each other. We make no secret of our animosity toward the Pyro Devils, but many know we also don’t go after them without being provoked first.

You make valid points. We’ll talk to Remus when we get back.

What the fuck is that? Something caught Grayson’s attention and he rushed toward whatever was lying in the woods about five yards from us. When he got to the item – which wasn’t an item but happened to be a living and hopefully breathing girl – he crouched down and put his fingers to her neck.

When I got to his side, I took a closer look at her features. She was dressed in a torn gray t-shirt and cut off shorts. What are you doing, Grayson? Not our business. I’ve seen her at their club. I jabbed my thumb over my shoulder in the direction of their compound. I don’t want involved. Although that wasn’t completely true. But I’d never admit that to him. I used to be a sucker for a damsel in distress, but I refused to fall down that rabbit hole again. And even though I had seen her briefly in their club – I wasn’t really studying any of their whores – she didn’t seem to really fit in there. And if she did, she reminded me more of Angel or Misti not at all like Tara or the other cunts. So while I was trying to shove away the protective impulse that raced up over me, I wasn’t successful at beating it back.

We can’t leave her here like this. She’s bruised and has dried blood on her. And she can’t be one of the Old Ladies otherwise she wouldn’t be in this condition. Grayson curled his arms under her back and legs and slowly lifted her from the ground before tucking her against his chest. So if she is one of their Sweet Butts or Club Whores, it can be her decision if she wants to go back. But I’m taking her with us.

Back to the compound? Well, actually that might be okay. Maybe Lynette can take care of her or something. And that would leave me out of the equation for the most part.

No dumbass. I mean yes, Remus’ Old Lady would help out, but no. Do you really think it’s a good idea to take her there where the guys hang out? She’s fresh meat. And even though she’s bloody and dirty from being in the woods, she smells lovely and feminine. Like vanilla and lavender. I’m taking her to our place. We have an extra bedroom she can use until we can get this sorted out. Grayson quickened his pace.

And after my brain processed his intent, I strode after him in the direction of our truck. Are you fucking serious? Yet part of me really liked that idea. That protective drive roared up again. Yet I couldn’t fall into that trap again. I’d have to stay away from her as much as possible – even though it would be a challenge considering we’d be living in the same house – and leave Grayson to care for her. Then after she healed and we had things figured out for her, she’d hopefully decide to return to their club. But just the thought burned like acid through my brain. Something horrible had happened to her or she wouldn’t have been left there in the woods or dropped there from exhaustion after fleeing something vile. The thought of either of those scenarios caused senseless rage to rush through me. But anyone with even a half a heart would feel empathy for her, right? I was so fucked. And starting to get a headache from the back and forth of my common sense vs my lack of it.

When we got to the truck, I popped open the back door and he gently lay her in the back seat. Grab the blanket and cover her with it and you should probably sit back there with her so she doesn’t roll to the floor.

Taking a deep breath and schooling my features, I snatched the red blanket and wrapped it around her body before hopping in the back and sitting right at her head. While Grayson drove us back to our place, I stared at the unconscious girl. Now that she wasn’t curled in a heap, I could appreciate her long shapely legs and decent sized rack – not overly large but not too small. My dick twitched to show its appreciation. Time to focus on something else; I adjusted my crotch. I hoped she didn’t have any internal injuries. Maybe if she didn’t wake up by the time we got home, I’d take her to the clinic to get her checked out. She was a lovely girl. Long red curly hair and elegant facial features. I had to stop myself from reaching over to run my fingers along her cheek. She looked like she was sixteen and I fucking prayed she wasn’t. I shook my head