Riders - The Road To Ruin (I) (3 page)

“I'm honest... hardworking... fun-loving...
pretty damn good with my hands...” he smirked, “and...” he beckoned
with his finger for me to come closer. I leaned down on the bar to
catch the rest of his great lying revelation.

His hand slipped round the back of my head,
grabbing my pony tail and twisting it tightly, imprisoning my head.
A few seconds later, the softness of his lips crushed against
mine.

He really turned me on, but I swallowed my
moan of excitement before it left my mouth.

A raging fire lit inside me and my heart
rate shot into the stratosphere.

He was hot sex. Very hot sex. Fucking
nuclear sex.

As he kissed me, I was powerless to stop
him. I loved every sensual second his lips were on mine. But at
that moment, I hated myself for being such a walkover.

I'd been kissed a fair few times, but no
kiss had ever affected me anything like this before. If teasing my
lips, softly nipping, and stroking his mouth over mine produced
this kind of reaction, I seriously doubted my ability to defend
myself against him, if he pushed it somewhere private.

For the first time I understood what my mom
meant, when she'd said she found bad boys irresistible. It appeared
I was attracted to them as well.

He broke away, leaving me breathless and
steaming as he spoke into my ear. “...I'm very choosy.”

“So am I. Go choose someone else, mister,” I
gasped.

“Uh-uh.. “ he shook his head. “I've made my
choice and it's you.”

He removed his hand from my hair with a smug
grin on his face.

I was angry and confused, as a result of the
conflicting emotions I was experiencing. I wanted him so bad, but I
hated that fact. And I hated his assumption I was a done deal; his
for the taking, but at the same time found it so arousing he wanted
me.

My anger won out. “Go find another cow for
your herd,
stud
,” I snapped.

He raised his eyebrows at me. “I don't have
a herd, but I can rope you in,
dead... easy.
..”

He turned and cockily wandered the few yards
back to his guys.

Ooooh!

He needed to be taken down a peg or two.

I was now more than angry with myself for
wanting him, and angry that I'd let him do that. What was the
matter with me?

I'm only human. It's a severe case of lust,
that's all. I'll get over it.

But I knew I needed to give him a wide
berth, to ignore and avoid him until he got bored and moved on to
someone more accommodating. I popped a piece of ice in my mouth to
cool my anger and passion, and tidied up my wrecked pony tail which
was now positioned on the side of my head.

Christie appeared at his side, and she hung
on his arm, possessively, but I noticed he was looking my way as he
spoke to her. His tongue traveled sexily round his lips as he
caught my eye, like he was tasting and reliving that kiss, and his
body language was only too clear. He was roping me in, alright.

He mouthed a kiss at me, slowly and sexily
and I flamed even more. My thoughts were bordering obscene.
Thoughts of him smothering my naked body with his, pinning me down,
taking me hard and fast, saying my name, his breath hot in my
ear.

I moaned, silently.

I really needed to get myself in check. This
was ridiculous.

Anger rose within me like a storm. I wasn't
allowing this to go on a minute longer.

He smiled, a very persuasive smile, his eyes
flaring meaningfully, and he cocked his head toward the back
door.

I had the perfect opportunity to sort him
out. My feet began walking to the end of the bar and out the
door.

I looked over my shoulder to find he'd
dumped Christie. She stood open mouthed as he left her in close
pursuit of me. I didn't think this would endear me to her much. But
at that moment I didn't care about that. I had something to
say.

I paced to the end of alleyway, behind the
kitchen, and turned to face him. I wasn't short at five six, but he
was much taller and such an overpowering presence.

For a moment I forgot why I was there, as I
admired the way he filled out his fitted black jeans so perfectly
and how his tight black T-shirt hugged his shoulders and muscular
arms.

Much as I wanted to sort him out, and tell
him to take a long ride down the road to fucking nowhere, I could
feel a big, bad mistake coming on.

But thank God I had a blinding vision which
saved me from making my mistake. I thought of my mom and all her
bad mistakes and that hardened my resolve pretty damn fast.

“So... you wanna go on a date?”

I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted and
it wasn't a date.

“No thanks.” I shook my head.

He looked confused, like he'd never heard
the word no, and I was speaking in a foreign language to him.

“A date... you know... that old fashioned
concept where a guy and girl go out somewhere and have a good time
together.”

“Sorry, but I'm way too busy.”

“Tell me when you're not busy.”

“My diary's completely full for the next two
years.”

“
Two fucking years
?”

“Aha...”

He scratched his head, grinning at me, like
he really couldn't believe I was turning him down.

He took his black iPhone out of his back
pocket and placed it in my hand. “C'mon, stop fucking me around,
playing hard to get, gimme your number, babe.”

I enjoyed the warm feel of it, all
hot-ass-phone.

“Sorry, but no, you can't have it.” I handed
his cellphone back.

He stared at me, looking seriously pissed
off as I stood there defiantly with my hands on my hips.

He must have decided mere words weren't
persuasive enough, he needed to employ his whole mouth and his body
to win me over, because the next moment he moved in on me.

Did I push him away? No. The resist button
in my brain was instantly deactivated.

I melted all over him like ice cream on a
hot cake.

His lips met mine and I heated up rapidly at
his touch, wanting him so very badly. So much so, that I throbbed
and ached inside.

He drew back and looked into my eyes,
gauging my reaction.

“Kiss me all night, it won't change a
goddamn thing. I won't go on a date you.”

“Yes you will,” he breathed into my ear,
confidently. His mouth trailed up and down my neck scorching little
circles of fire. In seconds I tipped into an uncaring needy state
of insanity, my skin searing hot and my breath coming in tortured,
gasping little puffs of air.

“I don't even like you,” I protested,
feebly.

With a deep groan, the sound of which sent
me shooting up in flames, he covered my protest with his mouth, and
started to kiss me slowly and thoroughly. My toes curled in
pleasure and everything contracted inside my belly.

Oh no. Not a slow, killer kiss...

He dragged my response out of me, with
softly moving lips and a touch of tongue. My head exploded with
desire as he nipped at my mouth and sucked my bottom lip. This guy
could kiss. I mean
really
kiss.

With a breathy sigh of pure pleasure, my
arms slipped tightly around his waist.

His tongue entered my mouth, conquering and
possessing.

At that moment I wasn't aware of anything in
the world but the feel of him pressed against me and his tongue
stroking mine; the rush of sensations flooding and overpowering me;
the fire burning in my belly and an unholy ache inside my core.

My stomach and legs turned to liquid.

It was much too arousing and he was much too
good at it.

I kissed him back, hard and passionately,
clutching at his hair, messing it up. My other hand slipped to his
ass, as I ground into him, in wild abandon. I was intoxicated by
him, my senses drugged and at his command.

He broke away abruptly, his breath heavy and
fast.

His eyes were full of fire, passion and
mischief.

“So you don't like me huh?”

His fingers stroked my face softly.

I was ship wrecked on his shore as I looked
into those eyes.

The bastard.

“I was pretending you were someone
else.”

He snorted at my downright lie. “The fuck
you were...”

He mouth came down hard on mine and our
tongues began mating with an intensity which shook every nerve
receptor in my body like an earthquake.

Desire. Intense chemistry. Sexual need.

All three raged through me uncontrollably.
The blood started to sizzle in my veins as his hands roamed around
the naked skin of my waist, up around my ribcage, skimming the
underside of my breasts.

Oh my God, I need to feel him, in the same
way, to touch his body.

I slipped my hands up the back of his
t-shirt, touching the warm softness of skin overlying the muscle
beneath. That seemed to kick things off in a big way, because the
next thing I knew, I was against the wall, his heavy weight was
upon me and his hands were everywhere. He cupped my ass and
squeezed me to him.

I could feel the hardness of his erection
pressing into my stomach and I wanted it with a craving beyond all
reason. My hand reached down, between us and I grabbed his cock
through his jeans, taking hold of my prize in in a tight grip.

“
Christ...
” he groaned, in
response.

His fingers began traveling up my inner
thigh to the top. To the most desperate part of me.

I was steaming hot, soaking wet and dying
for him to touch me there. He probed around as I squeezed and
stroked at the object of my desires, working it through the soft
denim.

Blood pounded in my ears, as his fingers
began rubbing inside the edges of my shorts and panties, spreading
my wetness.

“
Omigod... yes... yes...
” I panted,
praying for more and more of this delicious experience; the
pressure of his perfect fingers stroking me.

My grip tightened around him. I needed
all
of that inside me like nothing else.

A small click and a long draw of breath
invaded our space..

“Well now
.
.. look at this... can I
join the party?” Mickey's voice broke through our heated delirium,
throwing a bucket of ice over our passion.

“
Shit
... fuck off Mickey...” Joshua
groaned.

I pushed Joshua away. The both of us seemed
to find our sudden comedown, from that high point of arousal, to be
both painful and hard to manage.

“We'll finish this later, when we don't have
a fucking audience,” he said quietly.

“No... consider this done.” I corrected
him.

“Oh c'mon you want it as much as I do.”

“I had a hormonal surge. I'm over it
now.”

“Goddamit woman, what is it with you, huh?
One minute you're fire, the next you're ice...”

“I'm having an hormonal day. Normally I'm
just ice.”

“Hmm... let me know when the thaw sets
in.”

“Don't hold your breath it ever will.”

Joshua turned and stalked off, glaring at
Mickey as he passed him at the doorway of the bar.

I leaned up against the wall to support
myself and recover from the shock.

He'd placed an all out assault on my senses.
Desire of this magnitude had never invaded me before. I could still
feel his hands on my naked skin, his fingertips stroking my sex,
his tongue in my mouth, tasting and claiming.

That was a serious sexual meltdown.

Thank God Mickey had come outside when he
had.

What would I have let him do? Go the whole
way, in a fucking dirty alleyway?

My eyes filled with hot stinging tears. I
swallowed and gulped them back.

Why had I come out here with him?

Hadn't I told myself I couldn't resist
him?

Well this had proven it beyond a doubt.

I was such a stupid idiot.

I couldn't stop the tears brimming and
rolling down my cheeks.

Hadn't Mom's mistakes taught me anything at
all?

I was as weak as she was.

And that scared me.

Mickey strode up to me and ignoring my
tearful distress, began to rip into me verbally.

“Taking a quick fuck break are ya? I'm gonna
have to dock your wages, girl.” He folded his arms and gave me a
filthy and very unamused look.

“It wasn't like that. I felt sick,” I
lied.

“I guess Lyle had his tongue way too far
down your throat, sugar.”

“
Oh shut up
!” I was too annoyed with
myself and with Mickey to be embarrassed at what he'd seen.

“Pretty cute act you've got going.”

“What act?”

“I guess you know the Lyle's own half the
town.”

“So?”

“So... like to aim high, do ya? You do
spread 'em, for the right kinda cash.”

“
Excuse me
?
No I don't.
” I
spluttered indignantly.

“You don't fool me with your little routine,
and you won't fool him for long either. He'll work it out.”

“What
are
you talking about? There's
nothing to work out.”

“Oh quit the yelping, for fuck's sake,
you're hurtin' my ears. Now get your scheming little panties back
on the job, it's what I'm paying you for.”

His voice followed me inside and a
unpleasant shudder of premonition rolled through me.

I shook it off and distracted myself by
working hard and keeping my eyes trained on the customers and the
bar.

I had tunnel vision.

Customer. Drink. Glasses. Ice. Till.

I finished cleaning the glasses and served
bar until the weekend party began at midnight. Mickey switched up
the volume of the music and the girls climbed on the bar to
entertain with a hot dance. Thankfully I'd managed to avoid this
last weekend.

“And you
Tiffany Johnson
... I wanna
see you work your hot little ass up there too,” Mickey said, his
tone leading me to feel that avoidance had come to an end.