Doughnut Darlin' (Plus Size Romance 4) Page 4

  “Pure fucking luck. I was going through some of your mother’s crap and stumbled upon a receipt for this cute little laptop of yours. Good old reliable, responsible Lana had insured it for three years, including GPS tracking in case it got lost or stolen. I contacted the company and gave them the receipt number. They were more than happy to help a desperate customer locate his valuable property. And to think it had only been a two-hour drive up the road this whole time.”

  Raven groaned her disgust aloud. How could she have been so stupid? Her mother had given her five-hundred-thousand dollars; she could have easily paid cash for a new, untraceable laptop. But, she couldn’t bear to part with this one—the one her beloved mother had given her, had asked her to write her books on. Books that would make the whole world read.

  She fisted her hands in anger. “You have no right to be here, Alan. Get out!”

  The menacing look in his eyes made her cringe inwardly. “I have every right, Raven Leigh Shore. You’re my property. I adopted you eight years ago and made you mine.”

  “You’re a sick sonofabitch, and I want you to leave right now.”

  Standing up, he advanced on her like a ravenous tiger on a helpless antelope. “I’m not going anywhere. We are. Pack your things, but leave the laptop. I can’t have your little biker boyfriend using it like I did to track you down.”

  Oh God, Ronan—strong, sexy, bad boy, Ronan. Even in the desperate, screwed-up situation she now found herself in, knowing he hadn’t sold her out made her heart soar. Yes, he had lied, but they were lies told to protect her. To keep her safe. Raven should have stayed at the cabin with him. Or, at the very least, let him walk her to the door. If she had, maybe she wouldn’t be in this mess. Alan would probably take her somewhere far away, maybe even keep her locked up in a room where she couldn’t escape. She would never see Ronan again. Never get a chance to tell him how she felt.

  SHIT! HE WAS TOO late. Ronan pressed his ear to Raven’s door. He could hear Shore’s filthy voice threatening her. For a brief second, Ronan thought about calling the police or getting the landlord. But then there was a crash, a scream and the sound of breaking glass. There was no time to find help. He had to get Raven away from Shore now. Taking a few steps back, he turned to the side, slamming his shoulder into the door. It didn’t budge. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, giving him the strength he needed to kick the door in. Chunks of splintering wood flew in every direction.

  When he bolted into the living room, his heart failed. Shore had Raven in his clutches, holding her backside flush against his front, one hand gripping her waist, the other holding a gun to her head.

  With tears streaming down her cheeks, she whimpered, “Ronan, thank God you’re here.”

  “Where else would I be, darlin’?”

  Alan growled. “Get on your fucking knees, biker boy, before I put a bullet in your big-ass girlfriend’s brain.”

  Ronan winked at Raven before looking Shore in the eye. “I think you mean sweet-ass girlfriend, don’t you?”

  Alan’s face was practically purple with rage. “Her ass will be dead if you don’t do as I say.”

  Ronan dropped to his knees. In regards to Raven, he had pictured himself in this position many times. On his knees begging her forgiveness for lying. On his knees between her thighs eating her pretty little pussy. On his knees asking her to marry him. But he never once imagined himself on his knees in front of a shithead like Alan Shore, and it wasn’t sitting well.

  Ronan’s heart clenched at the pleading sound of Raven’s voice.

  “Please don’t hurt Ronan. I’ll do whatever you say; just let him go. Please.”

  Alan scoffed. “You’ll do whatever the fuck I say anyway.” The hand at her waist slid down and cupped her mound. “I’ve been waiting a long time to pop this cherry, and no double-crossing bastard is going to stop me,” he said, waving the gun at Ronan.

  With the barrel of the gun away from Raven’s temple, Ronan took the opening to lunge forward and knock Alan off his feet.

  Unfortunately, Alan had anticipated the move. Ronan felt the butt of the gun crack against his skull. Everything went black.

  RONAN DIDN’T KNOW HOW long he’d been out. He gingerly rubbed the knot on his head. His vision was blurry, and he felt dizzy. The room was quiet except for the sound of grunting, heavy breathing and muted crying. He slowly turned his head in the direction the noises were coming from. Vomit bit the back of his throat at the sight of Alan straddling Raven.

  The bastard had her pinned down on the sofa, her hands bound together above her head and a handkerchief crammed in her mouth. He hadn’t even had the decency to prop the front door closed. He was probably a sick exhibitionist on top of everything else, hoping someone would pass by and witness his vicious violation.

  Ronan tried to sit up, but his legs and feet had been tightly tied together. He bellowed his anger and frustration. “Get off her you cocksucking motherfucker!”

  Alan snickered. “Good, you’re awake. I was hoping you’d come around in time for the show. Your girlfriend has some powerful thighs. She’s got them clenched tighter than a chastity belt. I could force her to open these pretty legs with my gun,” he said, gesturing to the .357 Berretta lying on the coffee table. “But where’s the fun in that?”

  “Leave her alone, Shore, I mean it,” he growled, hating like hell the gun was out of his reach. The ropes around his legs were tied in sailor knots and needed to be cut with a knife, but Ronan didn’t have one. What kind of a damn biker worth his salt didn’t carry a knife? He was feeling madder than hell and hopeless as hell. He’d never be able to drag himself to the coffee table and get the gun before Shore grabbed it.

  Alan’s laugh was evil. “And if I don’t, biker boy?”

  “If you don’t, I’ll kill you.”

  A soft, elderly voice made both Ronan and Alan jerk to attention. “Nope. This kill is mine.”

  Sally Dimsdale was standing in the doorway with a nine-millimeter Glock aimed right at Alan’s head.

  Ronan chuckled. “Why, I never!”

  She winked at him. “No, son, I’m sure you haven’t.”

  Irvin was right behind Sally, grinning like a mule eating briars. “The missus retired from the special forces,” he said, holding out a box of doughnuts. “Anyone want a cream-filled?”

  RAVEN AND RONAN WERE naked, lying on their backs on a blanket in the middle of a lush, green meadow—their meadow, looking up at the stars. Ronan took her dainty hand in his big one. “I can’t believe Sally saved our bacon, showin’ up just because she couldn’t ‘raise you on the horn’ and had a gut feelin’ you might be in trouble.”

  “Yep. She’s a tough one with great instincts. We have to find some wonderful way to repay her.”

  He nodded. “Definitely. She saved our lives, and her eye-witness testimony will put Alan behind bars for a very long time. Maybe we could send her and Irvin on some kind of romantic cruise or somethin.’”

  Raven squealed. “Oh, that’s a fabulous idea! Tomorrow, I’ll have a look at some vacation packages online.”

  “Good.” He pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. “Can you believe we actually own this place?”

  Sighing, Raven said, “It’s like a dream. I love it here. I can’t wait to finish writing my romance novel in our bedroom.”

  “Need any love-scene inspiration?” he asked, rolling over on top of her.

  She giggled. “As a matter of fact—”

  His lips silenced her. The kiss was firm and insistent. Passionate and possessive. He had taken her virginity hours ago, staking his claim and making her his, but the need to have her again was overwhelming.

  His mouth moved to her neck, nuzzling the sensitive flesh just below her earlobe. He whispered sweetly, “I love you, Raven.”

  She moaned as his hot breath caressed her skin. “Oh God, Ronan. I love you more than anything.”

  “How about anybody?” he asked teasingly.

  “Yes. I love
you more than anybody I’ve ever loved or ever will love again.”

  He growled his desire, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Exploring its deep recesses. Tasting her sweet lips. Feeling her body tremble at the intimate invasion.

  Pulling back to gaze into her beautiful brown eyes, he moved his hand between her thighs and tenderly stroked her sex. “I want you so damn bad that I’m about to split in two. But I can wait if you’re too sore, darlin.’ I never want to hurt you.”

  She was sore—deliciously so, and she loved the feeling. It was physical proof Ronan had been inside her, fucking her, loving her. He had an amazing cock. It was just as big and hard and powerful as the rest of him. As long as she lived, she wouldn’t be able to get enough of it or him. Especially him.

  Her voice came out in a breathy sigh. “Don’t wait. I want you. I need you, Ronan. Take me now.”

  He didn’t have to be told twice. Aligning his prick to her entrance, he slowly pushed his full length inside her hot, wet, tight womanhood. He let out an animalistic groan with each deep thrust. Lowering himself to a pushup position, he captured one pink, perfectly pebbled nipple between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue.

  She moaned and writhed, undulating beneath him to a rhythm as old as time. She fisted her hands in the blanket as he suckled her breast, sending white-hot bolts of electricity straight to her clit. Her bad boy sure was a good lover.

  “You feel so fuckin’ good, Raven. I love your body. Your beautiful breasts, creamy skin, silky hair, luscious legs—”

  “What about my sweet ass?” she asked breathlessly.

  “I especially love your sweet ass.” He groaned, grinding his hips relentlessly against hers. Pulling himself from her sacred depths and plunging back in again until both of them screamed their orgasms in unison.

  As their breathing returned to normal, Ronan nestled her to his side. Starring up at the stars, he asked, “Wanna go for a bike ride?”

  “Nope.”

  “Why not?”

  She kissed the hard wall of his chest, letting her hand lazily slide down his stomach.

  Pulling her patented question-for-a-question response, she asked, “Why would I want to ride a bike when I can ride a biker?”

  His laughter was deep and rich, reverberating through a perfect starry night—one of many they would share for many, many years to come.

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