Sweet Ride (4 page)

Within seconds of
making this statement, he’s kneeling on the ground, driving his
face into my sex and nibbling me through my panties. He pushes the
scrap of material aside and devours me, taking my clit in his mouth
and sucking, all while finger fucking me at the same time. It’s
been so long since I felt like this, that it doesn’t take long for
the life-altering orgasm to take over my body, releasing everything
that I’ve pent up for him over the last two years. Coming down from
my post-orgasmic haze, I notice Jack taking himself out of his pants.

“Oh baby, I fucking
missed this,” he murmurs, leaning into me. Understanding dawns on
me as I snap out of my Jack-lust. He missed
this
, not
me
.
I push him away.

“Who the fuck do you
think you are? You come here and expect me to just, what, fuck you?
Get away from me!” I scream, fighting back tears. The two nights we
had together I noticed that Jack loved dirty talk, but when he
thought I was sleeping, he’d whisper the sweetest things in my ear.
So I always thought that he might’ve thought more of me than that.
Now I know I was wrong.

“What’re you
talking about, Payton?” he asks, confusion setting on his face.

“I’ve got to go. I
have a boyfriend,” I blurt out without thinking. “Leave me alone,
Jack,” I add, jumping down from the hood of my car and pulling down
my skirt. I push him aside and get in my car as fast as I can. He
bangs his fist against the window.

“Payton, don’t do
this,” he pleads, as I pull away and watch him in the rearview
mirror.

“Fuck!” I yell,
slamming my hands against the steering wheel.
What the hell was
that?
I’m so fucking confused right now. The tears start
streaming down my face. He does think the same about me as everyone
else. I’m a slut and only good for one thing. That’s all I am and
ever will be. Hopefully, he’ll get the point now and leave me
alone. It was amazing to feel him again, but this has to stop. I
can’t go the rest of my life like this. Maybe, I can somehow get a
mold made of his cock so I can use that for the rest of my life
‘cause Lord knows he’s well endowed. That man was put here on
earth to pleasure a woman, and he sure as fuck can.

I pull into my driveway
and head inside, hoping the girls are asleep or out.
Maybe my
luck’s going to change,
I think to myself as I slip inside and
discover no one else at home. I walk into the kitchen, take out a
bottle of tequila, and down about half of it.
Did Ella know he was
home?
She couldn’t have. No way; she would’ve told me—I
know she would’ve. She used to tell me every move he made, hoping I
would talk to him again, even though I lived in Boston. I have to
find out. I don’t care what time it is.

I lean against the
kitchen cabinets and lower myself, so that I’m sitting on the
linoleum floor. Turning my phone on, I scroll to Ella’s name and
call. I let about three rings go in and hang up because I don’t
want to wake the kids up. Ryder would be pissed. My phone immediately
starts ringing with her ringtone. She knows I need her. I love that
girl! I answer it.

“Are you okay,
Payton?” she asks, sounding concerned. I’m starting to feel the
effects of the bottle that I’m downing.

“Did you know he was
here?” I slur.

“Did I know
who
was here? Payton, are you drunk? Where are you? I’m coming to get
you.”

“Jack! Did you know
he’s back in town? How could you not tell me?” I ask, tears
falling down my face and a sob breaking out.

“What do you mean? I
didn’t know he was back. Ryder did you know Jack was back in town?”
I hear her ask him. Ryder mumbles in the background that he didn’t
know either, so I tell her everything that happened tonight,
including the dirty details.

“That rat bastard,
I’m going to kick his ass,” Ella sounds pissed. “I’m coming
over,” she says. I can hear the rustling of what sounds like sheets
and clothing.

“No, Ella, I’m
fine. It just took me by surprise and made me feel used and slutty.
Funny—I am a slut. I just never felt like that with him until now,
and I didn’t think that’s what he thought of me. Guess what?
Wrong again! Stupid me,” I say. Shit! She’s definitely going to
come over now.

“I’m hanging up
now. I can’t drive and talk at the same time. I’ll be there in
twenty minutes,” she says, hanging up the phone.

I drag myself up off
the kitchen floor and head for the door to unlock it for Ella. I
stagger back over to the kitchen and sit back on the floor with my
good friend Jose Cuervo. I chug the remainder of the bottle and go to
the bathroom to fix myself up a bit. I don’t want her to see me
looking even worse than how I sounded on the phone. I’m usually
better at hiding my destructive side, but seeing Jack tonight totally
threw me for a loop. I hear Ella slip in the door.

“Hey bitch, what up?”
I ask, hopping over to her, trying to be chipper.

“You look like shit!”
she clips out.

“Gee, you’re full
of love tonight,” I reply.

“No, I’m worried
about my best friend when she calls me early in the morning and
sounds like she’s on the verge of having a mental breakdown,” she
says, concern evident in her voice.

“I’m fine, Ella. It
just took me by surprise seeing Jack tonight, after all this time,
with no warning. I never thought I’d see him again, and then there
he is, looking hot-as-fucking-ever. You should know how that feels,”
I explain, reminding her of the first time she ever saw Ryder and
didn’t see him again for a year. Then one day she goes to a bar and
there’s sexy Ryder again.

“Yeah, I do, but it
was different for me.”

“How?” I ask.

“I was in love with
Ryder. Are you saying you’re in love with Jack?” she asks back.

“No,” I say turning
my head so she can’t see the doubt in my eyes.

“You are, aren’t
you?”

“No, Ella, I can’t
and won’t,” I tell her.

“Why not, Payton?”

“Because I can’t,
now drop it,” I hiss at her.

“Okay, well why don’t
we make the night better by watching some
Twilight
?” Ella
asks, trying to change the subject to make me feel better. Ella
really knows how to cheer me up with my obsession of all things
Twilight
. I love it! Edward Cullen can brighten up anyone’s
day, literally.
Sparkle, sparkle.

“Cool beans,” I
say, heading toward the living room, getting the DVD player ready. We
spend the rest of the morning vegging on the sofa, watching the
amazing Cullens before eventually falling asleep.

The name’s Hayden
Conners, and I’m currently posing as the go-between-man setting up
a meeting between an unknown weapons supplier and a group of
California’s largest arms dealers. The Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco,
and Firearms is partnering with the Del Mar Police Department trying
to intercept the illegal sale of firearms and ammunition, along with
fake licenses, certificates and other documents allowing weapons to
be imported into the United States from Mexico.

Instead of targeting
our investigation solely on the dealers, The ATF decided to go after
them and the bigger fucking problem, the supplier. As long as the
supplier’s still functioning, there’ll always be a new group of
dealers lined up, eager to make a profit, regardless of the fact of
where these weapons will end up. Illegal guns are landing in the
hands of criminals, and innocent people are dying all across the
country. I don’t want to see another person lose someone they love
because of fucking low lives that could give a shit. I’ve
experienced my fair share of loss, and it’s not fucking pretty.

The only Intel we have
on the supplier is the name Diego, but we haven’t been able to
confirm if that’s his real name or an alias. I’ve only been able
to contact him via phone or email, and his whereabouts are currently
unknown. The delivery was supposed to have happened earlier this
evening and then the arrest. I’ve been working on this case for
over six months and was really hoping to end it tonight, but the
motherfucker didn’t show. So now I’m stuck with these assholes at
the dance club, Pulse.

I pinch the bridge of
my nose as the techno crap blares throughout the club, making my head
pound. I’d give my left nut to listen to anything other than this
God-awful shit. Leaning against the bar, I take a swig of beer and
scan the dance floor. I really don’t want to be in this fucking
place—too many memories of
her
. I can’t help but recall
the night I first met Payton Clare. Fuck, that woman was really
something. She was aggressive and sexy as fuck: two traits that
attract me to a woman. Payton wasn’t afraid to let her wild side
show when it came to her sexual needs.

Fuck! I adjust my pants
as the crotch begins to tighten and get extremely uncomfortable. Just
thinking of her makes my cock rock hard and throb like a son of a
bitch. Closing my eyes, I imagine her body moving above me as she’s
riding my cock, her lips and tongue kissing and licking my body, and
her hot pussy rippling around my shaft as I make her come. Shit, what
I wouldn’t do to make that a reality right fucking now.

From the moment I met
her, there was an instant attraction. I took her home from this very
club, and as soon as we walked through the door of my shitty-ass
apartment, I knew I fucking had to have her. No time to walk the few
extra feet to my bedroom. Once I shut the front door, I savagely
yanked down the top of her red dress and exposed her full tits then
pulled one of her hardened nipples into my mouth.

The breath that hissed
from between her teeth as I sucked and laved her nipples moved me
into action. I had to get inside of her tight pussy right at that
moment. I took a condom out of my back pocket, unzipped my jeans, and
let them fall to the floor. Once I had the fucker on, I pulled the
bottom part of her dress up so that it was bunched around her flat
stomach and ripped her soaked panties away from her body. My arms
hitched up both of her legs at the knees and I drove my cock deep
inside her hot, wet pussy. She screamed out as an orgasm tore through
her body, then wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles
so she was anchored to me, and the heels of her boots dug into the
backs of my thighs. I moved my arms, snaking one around her waist and
the other up her back, gripping her shoulder. I used the hold I had
on her to pull her convulsing pussy up and down on my steel-hard
shaft as I reached for my own release.

Jack, man, think of
something, anything non-hard-on inducing, or you’re going to blow
in your pants like a fucking sixteen year old kid,
I warn myself.

The feelings I started
to have for Payton were so similar to the way I first felt about my
Julie, and that frightened the shit out of me. The pain that spears
through my chest at the thought of my first love does it; like I just
got hit by a cold bucket of water, my dick instantly softens.

I really wanted a
relationship with Payton, but it wasn’t meant to be. She didn’t
even really fucking know the man I was. She thought I was this badass
biker, who didn’t give a shit about anything or anyone and did
whatever the fuck I wanted, but she never knew the real me. When she
found out that I’d been lying, she turned explosive. She was
clearly hurt by my betrayal, but I thought she’d get over it. She
didn’t. In fact, she cut me out of her life, period. It’s been
over two years now, and I still imagine her gorgeous face, lush
mouth, sultry eyes, and curvy body when I’m fucking other women or
when I’m so hard at night that I have to jerk off to get some kind
of relief.

Alex Greyson, one of
the men in the group, saunters down the stairs from the VIP room.
“Gentlemen, I just found out that there’s a bachelor party
upstairs, and they’ve got some live entertainment hired for the
evening. I spoke with the owner, and for the right amount of money,
we can join in on the fun. Apparently, they’ve got some hot
strippers up there, and the bartender’s pretty fucking delicious,
too. I wouldn’t mind fucking her brains out tonight. If she’s not
interested, maybe this’ll help convince her.” He flips a plastic
baggie with a couple of pills in it between his fingers, showing us
that he’s not above drugging a helpless woman in order to get his
kicks. Fuck that! That shit’s not happening on my watch!

If I weren’t a
law-abiding citizen, I’d take my fucking gun out now and blow this
prick’s head off. This wasn’t the plan for tonight. I was
supposed to be intercepting an arms shipment, and then my partner
Devon and the members of the ATF team were supposed to bring all of
these fuckwads down. That didn’t happen. Now I’ve got to go
upstairs and babysit these drunken pricks and keep them from
molesting the women.

We make our way up to
the VIP section, and the rest of the guys take their seats around the
table. The song “Cherry Pie” starts playing, and a sexy redhead
seductively makes her way on stage as I walk toward the washrooms. I
know there’s a cigarette vending machine there in the hallway, and
I’m in desperate need of a hit of nicotine. Before I get too far I
hear Greyson saying something, but I’m not really paying attention
because anything coming out of his fucking mouth is useless drivel.

Then my ears start
playing tricks on me because I swear I hear Payton shouting, “Don’t
ever touch me, unless I ask. Got it?” Twisting around, I glance
back at our table. I can hardly believe it; it’s been over two long
years since I’ve seen her, and now here she is. She’s as
beautiful as ever, and she’s also majorly fucking pissed.

After the shock of
seeing her again wears off, I notice Greyson has Payton pulled onto
his lap and his hand’s sliding up the bare skin of her upper thigh,
heading toward the hem of her skirt. My blood starts to boil, and all
I want to do is tear him limb from limb. My feisty little woman looks
like she’s going to pull back any second and knock him the fuck
out, but she’s not going to get the chance because I’m going to
kill him for laying his filthy fucking hands on her.