The Beginning—A Duet: Ryder & Two Worlds Colliding (33 page)

“
Baby
.” His cock hardened again. He tangled his fingers in my hair, gripping tightly.

“Suck me,” he commanded, rising to sit on the raised molded chair in the corner of the triangle. Now I finally understood what those were for. He pushed his cock into my mouth, holding my head down. Cupping his balls in my hands, I took all of him, letting him fuck my mouth, listening to the panting sounds he made in appreciation.

He pulled my hair backward. His eyes were dark; he was on the edge. “Enough. Let’s get back to the bedroom,” he said, “got to get inside you.”

I smiled up at him, happy that I could give him so much pleasure.

He stepped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around his waist. I laughed as his cock peeped out. His raging erection wasn’t behaving for a second. “See how my cock can't get enough of you?” He joked as he held a towel for me.

He dried me briskly, his mouth sucking up some of the water droplets from my stomach as he dried between my legs. I moaned as his tongue rimmed my belly button. It wasn’t fair; as he dried my skin, I was getting wetter.

His finger stroked between my legs as if he’d read my mind. “Wet for me, baby?” He chuckled.

“So wet, Ryder. So ready for you, baby.” His eyes widened at my cheeky response. He laughed as he lifted me in his arms and carried me back to the bed. Since when did he think I was incapable of walking? I snuggled my face into his neck and breathed deeply. Yep, Ryder smelled like sex. There was just no other way to describe it. Every hormone in my body went completely wild.

He laid me on the bed, and crawled over me. “My Princess . . . my bitch,” he groaned, “all mine.”

He switched on the bedside lamp, and I drew in a breath when I took in the bedroom. I'd only seen it in dim light, and hadn’t noticed the mirrors surrounding us, even on the ceilings.
Oh my.

Ryder parted my legs. “Watch me as I eat you, baby,” he commanded. Fuck, it was hot.

My eyes were glued to the mirror above me. I watched as his fingers spread my lips apart. We both sucked in a breath at how wet I was, my pussy glistening in the dim light. “Fuck, baby, got to taste you.”

His head disappeared between my legs. God, I could have come on the very first lick over my swollen pussy. It felt so good. I moaned, unashamed, letting Ryder know just how much pleasure he was giving me. He sucked, and licked, and kissed, and slurped up my juices, all as I watched his head move over my sex. My fingers tangled in his hair, never wanting his mouth to leave my pussy. He stuck three fingers inside me, stroking against my G-spot till I couldn’t handle it any longer, writhing and moaning like a slut.

“Come baby, squirt for me,” he commanded.

Jesus. Fuck. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I felt a tingle so divine, from my toes to my core, hot flushes rushing over my skin, on the verge of an eruption. His fingers were relentless, driving me higher and higher till my back arched off the bed, and I screamed his name.

“Ryder! Baby!” I screamed into the night as I felt an orgasm shake my body so violently I thought I’d pass out.

“Fuck. You taste so good,” he mumbled, hardly coherent himself.

“Inside. I want you inside,” I whimpered as my body rode one wave after the other.

Ryder obliged, his cock slipping in to my wetness, his breath panting in my ear.

Watching him in the mirror, his body over my body, his fingers entwined in mine, holding my arms above my head as he fucked me hard was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. With every thrust his ass contracted, and his thighs worked in perfect harmony as he pumped into me over and over.

“You're so fucking hot,” he rumbled. “Watch me fuck you, baby.” He went balls-deep, the sound of his flesh slapping against mine loudly in the silence of the night. Watching him ride me hard, my legs wrapped around his waist, my heels digging into his ass to help him go even deeper.

“Baby, I'm going to come,” I cried out, stunned that I was about to follow my body into another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Come with me, Jade. I'm ready to burst.” His voice was strained. He was on the very edge of no return.

I'd never known such sheer ecstasy could exist. I was lost to everything but this one perfect moment. Nothing could be better.

“Fuck. Jade, I love you!” he cried out.

I was wrong. This was better than anything.

I squeezed my eyes closed, unable to breathe as I registered his words.

“Coming baby,” he growled as I lost control, and fell off the edge with him.

The force with which he pumped into me was so primal and raw. He was putting everything of himself into this very moment.

“Baby. Open your eyes, I want to see you.” His voice was hardly above a whisper.

My eyes opened, and I stared into his, mere inches from my face. What I saw made me gasp. His eyes were shining, adoration so clear it warmed the furthest corner of my soul.

“I love you, Jade. With all my heart. Only you, baby,” he said, softly, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.

This was indeed the best moment of my life.

“Oh Ryder, I love you so much,” I whispered back, scared that if I spoke too loudly, I’d break the magic spell that was woven around us. That was only the beginning of our journey together. We both wanted this. Our love was undeniable. Even though I’d fought it, never believing it could work, Ryder was showing me differently.

I wanted him and his love more than anything. I wanted to spend every hour of every day as close to him as I could be. I wanted to be his princess, his woman, his bitch . . . his old lady. I wanted to have his babies.

Sure, the future was unknown. Neither of us had a crystal ball to know how it would all turn out. We had our families to deal with, the odds were stacked against our happily ever after.

All I ever wanted was to know that I was worth fighting for. That Ryder would choose to fight for me and our love. Protect and love me. In return and would nurture and support him, loving him with all my heart.

For as long as we loved one another, we could win this battle. Our worlds collided, but we had overcome our differences so that we were now one.
Together.

I’d be his, and he’d be mine.

Forever.

“D
rink up girls. Let’s have fun!” I raised my shooter to salute Jade and Rebecca. They nodded and we clinked our glasses together and threw the fiery liquid down our throats. So far we’d had Twisted Nipples—not to be confused with the Buttery Nipples that we had before that—and I was thinking of a Blowjob next. “Come on. Down it goes.” I laughed as I licked the rim of the glass, waiting for them to catch up so we could chase the Jägerbombs waiting in front of us down too.

“Ooh, that burns all the way down,” Rebecca giggled.

“My knees are already turning to jello,” Jade protested as I held up three fingers, indicating to the barman that we wanted refills. I held my hand in front of my mouth and as if I was stroking a cock, pumping my fist three times. He laughed and nodded, immediately getting my imitation of a blowjob.

“One more each to loosen the hips,” I insisted, winking back at the cute barman. This night was supposed to be all about having fun with my two cousins. I wanted to show both Jade and Rebecca how to let their hair down and just have fun. Be uninhibited and carefree for once, instead of worrying about exes, work and careers. Life was short, we had to enjoy every moment we had while we could.

The waitress placed three of the coffee flavored liquors layered with amaretto and topped with whipped cream in front of us. “This is how you do it ladies, watch and learn,” I said as leaned forward and picked up the glass with my mouth and tilted back my head to drink it.

I placed the glass back on the table to a round of applause from guys standing close by eyeing us. Rebecca laughed. “Oh, I’ve done these before.” She placed her hands behind her back. “Look, no hands!” She leaned forward and sucked up the glass, then tipped her head back swallowed. Wolf whistles and more applause followed.

“Your turn, Jade.” Rebecca laughed after she placed the glass back on the table.

“Okay, here goes.” Jade, opened her mouth and covered the glass, imitating the head tilt move. A trickle of cream spilled from the side of her mouth. As she set the glass down, I leaned over and licked the cream off her face to even louder applause than before. Most likely some of the guys would’ve loved the opportunity, but what the fuck, I was in a daring mood. I was good at putting on a show and entertaining people. Most men had a threesome fantasy, so why not give them something to lust after?

Jade’s eyes widened, “Lexi?” she breathed.

“It's the rules, chicka. You spill cream . . . someone has to lick it off your face. Anyway, guys love watching that kind of action. I’m sure it’s making Ryder’s hard-on unbearable.”

Since we’d spotted Ryder following us, my rebellious side had kicked in—big time. Not only that, but if I had to be perfectly honest, I was jealous as hell that Ryder had fallen for my cousin and not for me. I was the ideal woman for Ryder and we’d be a perfect match in and out of the bedroom. I loved Jade, but . . .
seriously
? I couldn’t see her satisfying a man like Ryder. She was a bookworm for God’s sake, prissy when it came to sex and so ‘proper’; whereas I was the complete opposite—a rebel, a free spirit and I fucked like a tiger.

Ryder was perfect for me.
Badboys were the type tha
t I
was drawn to, that’s why I was surprised as hell that my good girl cousin fell for Ryder—he was as badass as they came and definitely not her type.

The two of them could deny that they were hot for one another as much as they liked, but I saw straight through them. The minute they were anywhere near one another, the sparks started flying and there was a palpable electric current between them.

I wanted that. I wanted to love and be loved fiercely. If only I had a man like Ryder, I’d love the shit out of him. But then I also knew that the heart couldn’t be told who to love, and clearly Jade’s heart had chosen differently than what she’d ever dreamed for herself. But why did she have to choose
Ryder
?

When I thought of my uncle and aunt, I actually snickered. They’d always thought that Jade was better than me—that I was the problem child and black sheep of the family—especially since I was never afraid to experiment with alcohol, drugs or my sexuality.

Aunt Sylvia said it was because I’d grown up without a mother that I was so
wayward
—her words, not mine. I’d gone through a stage in high school where I declared I was gay. That practically had her knickers in a knot. Lesbians were completely out of her comfort zone. I think she thanked the Lord every night that her precious daughter was a saint compared to me.

And now Jade had fallen for the VP of a MC club, and I would pay money to see the look on my uncle and aunt’s faces when they found out. Even my own father wanted me to be more like Jade, rolling his eyes every time I did something he thought dearest Jade would never do. I was still angry that my dad had given Jade a job at his agency in the wink of an eye when I’d begged him for years to let me work at Clarke and Sons Real Estate Agency.

So my plan was to get Jade into trouble—get her drunk and out of her comfort zone. For some unknown reason Ryder was keeping a low profile, unaware that we knew he was watching us. It was weird, yet an incredible turn-on to be stalked by Ryder and his brothers. We were going to put on a show for the boys like they had never seen . . . I just had to get Jade and Rebecca drunk enough to follow my lead.

“Shall we have a Cocksucking Cowboy next?” I laughed, eyeing the cowboy that had moved closer to our table, his gaze pinned on Jade. He was more Jade’s type anyway, handsome and clean shaved, wearing a smart dress shirt and cowboy boots.

Jade shook her head. “No more shooters. I may be sick.” She hadn’t noticed the cowboy yet, but I saw the way he was fucking her with his eyes. I had to get her dancing, swaying her sexy body to get cowboy to make his next move.

This was going to be fun.

“Okay. Cocktails then.” I ordered three delicious mixtures of booze and fruit juices that tasted like fucking cordial but did the damage just the same. It was working—Jade’s eyes glazed over and her silly grin nearly split her face. Of course she thought Ryder was here for
her
and she was going to muster every inch of her feminine wiles to taunt him and make him jealous.

“Fuck, the room is spinning,” Jade said, slurring her words.

“Time to give everyone a show then.” I winked, pleased that things were going my way for once. “Just follow my moves, okay. Rock those sexy bodies, ladies. It's show time!”

Rebecca nodded. “Yes. Gotta dance this alcohol off. Jesus Lexi, what was in those cocktails?”

I grinned. That was
my
secret. All that mattered was that it was having the desired effect.

“Is Ryder still here?” Jade giggled, scanning the crowd to look for him. “I can’t see him.” She pouted, twirling her hair with her fingers and looking disappointed.

I reassured her. “Oh, he’s there all right—in the alcove. Standing with arms folded and glaring at us.” The alcohol wasn’t having the same effect on me as on Jade—or was it that I was used to this lifestyle and she wasn’t.

Narrowing my eyes, I peered at where I’d last seen Ryder standing and sucked in a breath. Standing beside him were Razor and Ratbag and he was talking to them, arms flying all over the place as he gestured up toward us.

Razor
. Why had
he
come tonight?

He was the one bad boy I'd initially decided was just
too
bad for even me. He both excited and scared me. On the spur of the moment I made up my mind. If I couldn’t have Ryder, I wanted Razor—he was the absolute definition of badass—broody, moody and lethal. Granted, he wasn’t the best looking guy because being involved in too many brawls had gotten his nose broken a few times and one of his teeth chipped, but that just made him hotter in my opinion.