Ryder (11 page)

Finally we left the city behind and wound up Mulholland Drive. At this point he could take me anywhere, I’d be happy. A small voice in my head reminded me
that I was on the back of a badass biker’s motorcycle. Strangely, I wasn’t afraid.
Should I be?

It was men like
Marcus, who pretended to be what they weren’t, that frightened me more—wolves in sheep’s clothing. With Ryder I knew exactly where I stood. In spite of his rugged, and often fierce appearance, he was mostly transparent. If he was angry, I knew it. If he was happy… No, I had no idea what he looked like when he was happy.

Yet, inexplicably, I did trust the man.
Mostly.

Except when
he looked at me with lust in his eyes. I’d seen lust—more than once.

No, don’t go there
.

The small voice was back:
He’s married, Jade
.

How c
ould I forget that? Even for an instant?

Right
at this moment, I was a smart, professional woman with temporary memory loss.

My heart twisted, and I had
an uneasy feeling that knotted my stomach and tightened my throat. I shouldn’t be here, away from civilisation, dressed like this.

A
lone with a man like Ryder
.

And anyway, how come he was there in the street
at that exact moment? Coincidence? That was highly unlikely. Was he stalking me? I doubted that. Ryder had no real interest in me.

It must’
ve been coincidence.

I loosened my arms around his torso and shuffled my ass back
ward on the seat. I shouldn’t be leaning this closely into him; it was just…wrong. I gave Marcus hell about screwing other girls and here I was on the back of a married man’s bike, letting him take me wherever he wanted to. I hated two-faced people. Yet, I was no different in this moment. I lifted my cheek off Ryder’s back, even though it took all my strength to do it.

Ryder stiffened. His muscles tensed
, as if knew what I was thinking.

I’d give anything to
read his mind right now
.

Was he thinking about Mia? His babies?

I squeezed my eyes closed and drew in a long breath and let it out slowly, trying my best to calm my erratic thoughts and my racing heart.

Just then Ryder pulled over and shut the engine down.
He kicked out the stand of the bike. What the hell was he doing?

He thinks I
’m an easy target
. A slut. Ripe for the picking. Oh God.

If only I could disappear into thin air.
I loosened my arms around him and leaned as far back as I could without falling off the seat.

“Ryder?” My shaky voice cut through the clear night air.

“Yeah?”

I jumped off the bike and stood o
n unsteady legs—I didn’t want to be so close to him any longer.

He lifted a leg over the bike and stood with his arms folded across his chest, his eyes boring
into me. I pulled my dress down. It wasn’t helping much—it clung to my body. Thank God it was dark.

“I shouldn’t have asked you to take me for a ride. I
’m sorry. I’ll call a cab.” I dug in my purse for my phone.

“W
hat the fuck’s gotten into you now? I’m not letting you out of my sight dressed like that. You won’t make it home alive.”

The eye above his scarred cheek twitched.

Ryder was mad as hell.

I rubbed up and down my arms. I was cold and
I couldn’t suppress a shiver. My nipples were hard, my hair a mess. And I was tired to the bone—I just wanted to go home.

“
It’s a mistake. All of it. I shouldn’t be here. With you.”

“
Something wrong with me, bitch? I’m not good enough for your fancy tastes?” He smirked.

“
No. It’s nothing like that—”

“
Well, what then?” His voice was gruff.

“You know the reason,”
I huffed, lifting my chin.

“
I don’t have a fucking clue what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. Tell me.”

Pretty?

“Mia. And the kids.”

His eyebrows knitted together.
“Now you’ve just confused the living fuck out of me. What do they have to do with us being here?” he snarled.

I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hid
e my hard nipples. “Shit, Ryder.
I don’t do married men
.”

He threw his
head back and laughed. It roared through his chest and filled the silence surrounding us. Yet it was not a humorous laugh. It was filled with...danger.

“
That’s not funny. I’m serious. I’m
not
that kind of girl.”

He took a step closer and dragged his knuckles over my cheek.
“What kind of girl are you? The kind to drive a man wild with that fuck-me dress?” I felt his warm breath on my cheek. He dragged his thumb over my lips. “Are you the kind of girl who gets a man to crave those lips around his cock—.”

My breath hitched.

“Tell me Princess,
just what kind of girl
are
you
?”

I gasped.
“Fuck you, Ryder.”

He grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks
—hard. His eyes glistened in the dark. “Yeah bitch, right now I want to. The way you’re looking at me…” He gripped a handful of hair against my scalp and yanked my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“I’m going
to fuck you right here, on the back of my bike. Taste your skin. I’m going to suck those nipples and slide my cock into your warm, wet pussy. And then I’m going to fuck you senseless—and you’re going to beg me for more. Yeah bitch, that’s what I’m going to do.”

“
Don’t you
dare
—.”

“Or what? We’
re all alone. In the middle of fucking nowhere.”

Good God. I didn’t stand a chance against this giant of a man.
Panic rose in my chest.

“
I’m not scared of you. I’ll walk to the road and get a ride.” I'd have to bluff my way through this disaster. I pulled my dress right down; my ass was still practically hanging out.

He crossed his arms and
glared at me. “You won’t get far dressed in those fuck-me heels either,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“
I’ll take my chances.” I stumbled past him, the gravel and darkness making it difficult to navigate my way toward the road. I heard the sound of a car approaching. Maybe I could flag it down and get a ride back to the city.  This was everything Mom had ever warned me about. Why hadn’t I listened?

I quickened my pace, hoping I could get to the road in time. I hea
rd gravel crunch behind me. Crap, he was coming for me. I had to get away.

“Fuck. Bitch
. Didn’t I tell you earlier I wasn’t letting you out of my fucking sight? Don’t you listen?”

A steely hand gripped my arm and swung me around. I crashed into a hard chest
—a warm chest that smelled so good. All I really wanted to do was to snuggle into his warmth. But I couldn't.

I hammered against him with my fists.
“Let me go.”

“
Never. Like it or not, I’m going to make you mine.”

Stunned, my head snapped up to stare at his face, my mouth hanging open.

“
Why would you say shit like that? You’re an even bigger asshole than Marcus. At least he isn’t
married
.”

He let me go as if my skin was on fire.

His jaw clenched, a vein ticking in his thick neck. His eyes narrowed. He looked dangerous. And scary.

“
Neither am I, babe.”

“
Mia? Your kids? Conveniently forgotten about them? Remember I’ve seen them. In the house. You can’t lie to me.”

His voice boomed.
“Mia isn’t my wife. Those aren’t my kids.” He stood planted in front of me, his legs spread wide with his arms folded across his chest.

“
Stop lying. It’s no use. I’m not going to fuck you, no matter what you say,” I hissed, copying his stance.

He gripped my upper arms and pulled me closer.
“Yeah. You are. You’re going to fuck me. I can see the want in your eyes. I know you want me buried deep inside that pussy of yours. And trust me, even though you drive me crazy like no other bitch ever has, I want you. All of you. From your smart fucking mouth to the tips of those red toes. And everything in between. Yeah. So get used to the idea.”

“
Don’t—”

His mouth came crushing down on mine. I struggled against him
, but soon realized it was futile. Who was I kidding? Lust surged through my body as his heat enveloped me, my pussy clenching. He was right. I did want him. I wanted to be fucked long and hard by a magnificent man like Ryder.

More than anything
.

His foul mouth, and everything he said he wanted to do to me—I wanted it all.

How could my mind and body betray me like this? It was against everything I believed in.

My arms snaked around his neck of their own accord. I couldn’t help myself.

I wanted Ryder.

I’m damned forever.

Going straight to hell.

I want another woman’s man.

She trembled in my arms, yet her fingers were in my hair, twisting it
tightly at the nape.

I lif
ted my mouth off hers just long enough to look down at her perfect heart shaped face. Her eyes were closed and her lips swollen from my assault on them. Fuck, the bitch was testing me on every level.

“
Cold?” My voice sounded harsh in the quiet of the night. It wasn’t because I was angry. No, it was because I was trying my damnest to reign it in. To keep control. Because around this woman all the blood in my brain drained straight to my dick. And while my top head could hardly think rational thoughts, my bottom head was like a missile seeking her heat, her warmth, her pussy. It wanted in. To be buried deep inside.

She shivered and nodded her head, eyes squeezed shut. I ran my hands up her arms and felt the goose
-bumps on her skin. My gaze drifted down her body. Holy shit, those tits were doing me in, her nipples pebbled against the fabric. I had to suck on those. My dick jerked.

My mouth searched for
hers. She pulled away, denying me access. It made me want the bitch even more. I was used to getting what I wanted. Usually it was thrown at me, willingly. The way that she fought me, made my cock and my mind crazy.

“Ryder?”

I groaned. “What’s up?”

Why did wome
n always want to fucking talk? I’d had enough of this shit. I could feel my heartbeat in my cock. Christ Almighty.

“
She called you “honey”. You stroked her hair so…so lovingly. What is Mia to you then?”

Her frown deepened
and the corners of her mouth were turned down. She looked fucking adorable, but I had to put her out of her misery. I pulled away and ran my fingers through my hair.

“
Mia is like an older sister to me. We’ve been through a fucking lot of shit together. I’ll protect her, and her kids, with my last breath.”

“I don’t understand. Why?”

How could anyone be both adorable and so fucking infuriating at the same time? I’d never understand women.

“Mia is married to my best friend, Cobra. The
prez of my club, the Scorpions MC. He saved my life once, and now I owe it to him to protect his family, especially when he can’t be there to do it himself.”

“Really? She’s married to your boss?
Ohhh.” She let out a long breath and wrinkled her nose as understanding dawned on her. Fuck, I could squeeze her to death, she was that sweet. 

I laughed. “Yeah, you could call Cobra my boss. Anyway, he’s in hospital. Our rival gang tried to kill him.
That’s why I moved Mia and the kids to a house in a safe neighbourhood. Assholes will never think of looking for us in grand suburbia.”

“And
that's why you wouldn’t fill in the paperwork—and paid in cash.” She was connecting the dots. Smart woman. I left it at that, I couldn’t explain that it was more, much more, than that that caused my aversion to paperwork.

“
Now, can we get back to the business of fucking?” I raised an eyebrow.

She swatted my arm. “
You’re such a horny bastard.”

I gave her a cheesy grin. “You fucking tease me with those perky tits. Flaunting them in my face. A
nd you expect my cock not to react to that?”

I couldn’t see in the dark, but I was sure she was blushing. “Princess?”

“Yeah?” She looked up at me and grinned.

“Those long legs of yours. I want them wrapped around my waist.”

“Do you now?” She teased. Her voice was low and purring.

“And those fuck
-me heels? I want them pressing into my ass as I ride you so hard, you scream my name.”

“
Really?
You really want me
?” She whispered.

Fuck, yeah.
If she could see herself through my eyes, she would know the answer to that.

“I want you
panting for me. Those lips wrapped around my cock. Sucking me off as if your life depended on it. Yeah. That’s what I want.”

“Hmmm. You’
re a bad, bad boy.” The way she licked over her lips was doing me in.

Now she’
d gotten me started, I couldn’t stop. “I want to taste you. I bet you taste so fucking sweet. A good girl like you. My cock wants to bury itself deep inside your warm cunt and never come out.”

Her eyes narrowed. She cocked her head and stared at me for a beat before she spoke. “
Why do you want me? Surely there are other women—,” she cleared her throat, her gaze unwaveringly trained on me. “Women who would suit you better—who turn you on?”

I chuckled.
She really didn't understand.

“
Yeah, Princess, here’s the thing. No other woman knows how to press my buttons like you do. They don’t make my cock ache for them. They don’t fuck with my mind, making me think of them day and night.”

“
You…you do?” I don’t know why she whispered, there was nobody else to hear us.

“
You have no idea. Bitch, if I don’t get inside that sweet pussy of yours soon, you’re going to be sorry.”