The Beginning—A Duet: Ryder & Two Worlds Colliding (12 page)

“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 heard gravel crunch behind me. Crap, he was coming for me. I had to get away.

“Fuck. 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.

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

I lifted 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, she 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 her 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 women 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 Scorpio Stinger 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 neighborhood. 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. And you expect my cock not to react to that?”

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

“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. Babe, if I don’t get inside that sweet pussy of yours soon, you’re going to be sorry.”

I
lifted her as if she was a feather and placed her ass on my bike, exactly where I wanted her. She sucked in a breath, realizing the significance of my actions. I wasn’t going to fuck her on the ground or against a tree—or anywhere else for that matter. No. The first time had to be on the back of my bike. Yeah.

My hands glided up her thighs, passed the lace holding up her black stockings. These could stay, they were hot as hell. Pushing the dress up to her hips, I exposed her sex to my hungry eyes. Her mound stood proud and ripe, and I could see through the scrap of lace that she thought was underwear, that her pussy was smooth.
My favorite.
My cock twitched, desperate to get inside Jade.

My eyes drifted over her body up to her eyes. Her lids were heavy, as if she were in a drugged state. The way she looked at me from under her heavy lashes—there was going to be nothing gentle about this.

Sucking at her lips, my fingers pushed the scrap of lace aside and explored her cunt.
Fuck.
She was wet and swollen, her clit a tight bud. My kiss deepening as she groaned into my mouth. I wanted to swallow her whole.

I plunged two fingers inside her warmth, and then a third, stretching her, getting her ready for me. Because when I sank balls deep into her, I wanted her to take all of me.

I was going to fuck her hard.

“Ryder.” She moaned into the cool night air. I loved the way she said my name.

“Fucking beg, Princess.” I bet she’d never had to beg for anything in her life.

“
Please
.” She begged, her breath hitching.

“That’s it.” I rasped.

I fumbled in the dark, undoing the belt and zipper of my jeans.

“Free me,” I ordered.

Both her hands came forward and pushed the jeans down, gripping my cock between her palms and squeezing. Greedy little bitch.

Condom.
I rolled it on slowly and made her wait. Her eyes glistened in the night.

“Open your legs,” I grunted. I wanted in.

I directed my cock to her pussy and rubbed the head against her wetness. At this rate, I was going to come the instant I sank into her warmth. I pushed into her all at once—she took me with a loud moan, digging her nails into my skin.

Leaning forward, I pulled her dress down to expose her tits. I cupped one heavy breast in my palm, kneading it while I sucked the nipple of the other into my mouth. I nipped the hard bud with my teeth. She hissed, throwing her head back. Laving the nipple with my tongue, I licked up her chest, then along her swan-like neck, till I got to her jaw. With my teeth, I bit along her jaw, then worked my way back, licking her skin—the taste of salt and vanilla kicked my senses up a notch.

Fuck how screwed up this was. A princess and a biker. It couldn’t work in a million years. I knew that. Yet, I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to.

She panted, short bursts of air, till my mouth covered hers, swallowing her breath.

I was going to take what I wanted.

All of it.

Fuck the consequences.

I pulled back and thrust into her, balls deep. She took all of me, every inch. Without restraint. No holding back. Her fingers twisted in my hair, pulling at the strands.

My hips took over, plundering her cunt, over and over. Hard. Frantic.

She met me halfway, stroke for stroke. Eager. Hungry.

Her moans, loud into the quiet of the night, encouraged me to go even harder.

My tongue fucked her mouth, my cock riding her pussy.

We both groaned—like wild animals in heat—consuming one another.

I slipped a finger between us and rubbed her clit. She was close—wet and slippery, milking my cock, sucking it deeper. I loved a greedy pussy.

“Come, Princess,” I ordered.

“Ryder,” she rasped, letting go.

Her orgasm shook her body and she screamed my name into the night.

“Fuck. That’s it.” The way she responded to me had my cock burst, pumping into her until there was nothing left to give.

My chest tightened—there was no going back.

I wanted more of this pussy.

More of her.

On the back of my bike.

“R
yder?” she whispered, out of breath. Her forehead rested against my chest.

“Yeah?” I drawled, still in a trance, with my chest heaving.

“This can
never
happen again.
Ever
.” Her voice was terse.

I blinked a few times. “What do you mean?”

“I told you:
one
night only. This was it.”

I shook my head.
Impossible.

“Are you fucking crazy?” I growled.

Now that I’d had her, there was no fucking way in hell I wasn’t getting seconds. And thirds.

“This is our only time. It’s just the way it has to be.”

“Why? Tell me...” I demanded.

Her big eyes were sad. “My family. My brother. If they ever saw me with you—.”

“Stop fighting me. We already have the odds stacked against us.” I placed a kiss in her hair.

“You’re not listening to me.”

I didn't want to hear any more of this bullshit.

“Shut up, woman. I haven’t finished with you yet. That was just starters.”

She sucked in a breath.

“Lean back, hold on to the handlebars behind you.”

She hesitated for a moment.

“Fucking
now
,” I growled.

Like the good girl she was, she did as she was told. “Now open those legs for me. I want to taste your pussy.”

“Ryder,” she whispered, her voice shaky.

I cocked an eyebrow, she was always challenging me. “Open.”

Her knees fell open, exposing her juicy, still swollen, cunt to my eyes. It was my turn to draw in a breath. “Fuck, you
need
more, don't you?”

She bit her lip, staring at me.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” she murmured, her eyes screwed shut.

“Tell me you want me to eat your pussy.”

She whimpered, her chin trembling.

“Beg me,” I demanded.

“Please.” Her voice was so soft I could hardly hear her.

“Please
what
? Tell me what you want me to do, Babe. Do you want me to eat your pussy or not?”