Wilde Ride (13 page)
Oh wow. I love sexy Ryder.
He takes my hand and places it on his lips, kissing it. Then entwining our hands together, he moves them above my head and trails kisses along my arms. He is seriously good at the whole seduction thing.
All of a sudden Ryder stands up and looks down at me. He places his hands on my pants and opens the zipper, while teasing his fingers along the waistband. He slowly slides my pants down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my bra and panties.
“Amazing,” he whispers.
“What?” I ask.
“You, you’re amazing Ella. I never thought I would have anything like this.”
“I’m here Ryder and I’m not going anywhere,” I vow.
“I won’t let you,” he states. “Lose the bra, babe,” he orders.
“Um…” I say, while doing what I was told.
“Take off your panties too.” That goes straight to my core.
I take my panties off slow and sexy, or at least what I hoped looked slow and sexy. I hear him growl, so I know he likes what he sees. Two can play this game.
He takes my right leg and trails kisses from my ankle to my upper thigh, almost to my sex. Then he repeats the same process with my other leg. Ryder then slides his finger through the wet folds and says, “I love how you are so ready for me.”
He steps back and slowly unbuckles his belt, unzips his jeans and takes them off. Standing there, all I can do is admire the full view of his gloriously naked body.
I get up and kneel on the bed, and started kissing, nipping and sucking on his chest. I take him in my hand, when Ryder pushes me back to the bed. He places my hands around his neck and my legs around his body. With one of his hands he slowly guides his erection to my sex and enters me in one thrust. Our mouths join in union as he, oh so slowly, makes love to me.
“I love the way you feel, Ella,” he says in my mouth.
“I love the way you taste,” he whispers against my breasts and gently licks one of my nipples.
“I love the way you smell,” he murmurs into my neck, inhaling behind my ear.
“I love the way you look at me when I’m inside you,” he whispers against my lips at the same time he grinds into me.
With his words, I can’t explain the feeling that strikes me. Every nerve ending on my body is ready to explode at how he is seducing me with his words and actions. He is driving me to the edge with his slow thrusts over and over.
“Oh Ryder,” I moan.
Ryder stops what he is doing and looks me in the eye with such seriousness in them.
“Babe, after the way you looked at me today thinkin’ those flowers were from me, I would do anything, and I mean anything to see that again. So here’s my turn to be the person to put that look on your face. I never thought I was a flower kind a guy, but I want to put that look on the face of the woman I love.”
I stiffen. “What?” I ask.
“I love you, baby,” he says.
I can’t stop the sudden rush of tears that start falling down my face. It is too much, way too much. I never thought I would ever have something this special and here I am with a man who actually loves me and doesn’t mind showing it. Ryder thrusts deep inside me.
“Are you good cryin’ or bad cryin’?” he asks, stilling himself inside me and stares down at me. I’m so overwhelmed, I can’t answer him.
“Say something, babe,” he says, looking unsure.
“I love you too, Ryder,” I return, gasping as he starts the slow torturous thrusting and grinding on my pelvic bone again. I am so very close.
“Say it again, babe,” he demands.
“I love you, handsome,” I gasp.
“Again.”
“I love y—Oh God!” I scream as my climax finds me. Ryder smashes his mouth down on mine and grunts his own release. I feel the hot liquid release on my insides, which brings out another small orgasm.
“I love you, baby,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck.
“Um…,” is all I can mutter.
The next words he growls into my ear, sending another rush of wetness between my legs.
“As beautiful as that was, darlin’, next time I’m fuckin’ you so hard, you’re gonna stop breathing and then start screaming my name. It’s gonna be so damn hot.” Sexy Ryder makes another appearance.
“Promise?”
“That’s a goddamn guarantee, sweetness.” My only response is to bite down on my lower lip. I look forward to the next time. Ummm, do I ever.
Ryder pulls me on top of him, hauling the covers back and rolling us to our sides and then covers us with the comforter. We lay there naked, my body half on his chest and legs tangled with his body. Holding me tightly, he traces patterns on my back and says, “Go to sleep babe. I love you.”
“Um…” is all I can say before sleep takes over my sated body and any thoughts of the flowers forgotten.
Issues
After an uneventful two weeks, Ryder and I are starting to find out how our lives work together. As it turns out, we fit together pretty nicely. That is until the night Ryder leaves the house to go to a meeting with the members of Mayhem.
While Ryder is gone, I take it upon myself to do some laundry and clean the bathroom. When I’m done, I decide a long, hot bubble bath will be a great way to relax. I set the mood with some scented candles and some soft classical music playing on the bathroom’s iPod docking station. I must have tired myself out with the bit of cleaning I did because my eyelids started getting heavy fast. The bath is so relaxing though.
I wake with a start;
time to get out of the bath
, I think. I wonder what woke me. Then I hear the stomping sounds from the living room.
This can’t be good.
Ryder’s at his meeting and someone down the hall sounds pissed off. I locked the door before settling into the tub. I did, right? Where’s my bat when I need it? And even more my style, I’m going to go G. I. Jane on someone’s ass while dressed in a towel. I really deserve my own reality show. This shit would sell millions, but for now, back to the task at hand.
I wrap the towel around myself and search for anything I can use as a weapon, the most obvious choice being the plunger. It’s that or a toothbrush. Unfortunately I can’t MacGyver this situation, and I’ve never been very good at shanking people. Normally, those would be considered good traits to not have. This, however, is not a normal circumstance.
The sound of a lamp smashing breaks me out of my stupor. Why does this stuff happen while Ryder’s gone? I slowly open the bathroom door and peek my head out. Nope, the hall seems clear. I hear another crash. Yep, the sound’s definitely coming from the living room. My hands shake as I tighten them around the plunger and raise it over my head ready to pounce on the perpetrator. I slowly creep down the hall, avoiding the spots on the floor I know are creaky.
Rounding the corner as stealthily as I can, my eyes focus on a man standing in the darkened living room. I’m about to pounce when I suddenly realize it is Ryder. The commotion is coming from Ryder, my Ryder. I drop the plunger and rush to his side. The pure anger I see reflected in his eyes, warns me to back up, but I can’t bear to see him in this state. I wrap my arms around him trying to snap him out of his rage. He may be pissed off at something, or hell, even me, but I know he would never physically hurt me.
“Ryder, Ryder. Babe, it’s me,” I whisper in his ear, tugging him into my body as best as I can. He doesn’t respond to me.
“Come on Ryder, talk to me. What’s got you so riled up? I’m here, we’ll figure whatever it is out,” I plead.
Several minutes pass by and I plead again.
“Ryder, talk to me. Please!”
I can feel the anger rolling off his body as he tries to calm down. After what seems like an eternity, I finally feel him relax into me.
“Oh Ella,” Ryder sighs as he pulls me down to the couch. “There’s just too much shit goin’ on. I never wanted any of this. None. Fuck!” he growls out.
“Ryder, I’m here for you no matter what. You’re going to trash this place if you keep everything bottled up like that.”
“Can’t bring you in any deeper than you are now.”
“Hun, you’re starting to scare me,” I say. “We aren’t in danger are we?”
“No, nothin’ like that. Not yet anyways. Babe, I wanna share, but I think it’s too heavy. I can’t have you worryin’ about shit you can’t do anything ‘bout.”
“If it’s on your mind, I want to talk about it. No secrets or lies between us; I want us to be completely honest with each other,” I confide in him.
“You don’t even realize what you’re askin’ me for,” Ryder spits out.
“Ryder, if we’re together, then we’re in this, whatever it is, together.”
“What are you doin’ to me, woman?” Ryder sighs then goes on to add, “It’s the club.”
Well that certainly clears everything up, doesn’t it? This is harder than pulling teeth from a toothless man. When I say no secrets between me and Ryder, that’s what I mean. I can’t even think about planning a future with someone who’s going to keep stuff from me. If it has to do with him, it affects me, too. Hiding things turns into lying, which turns into a situation I can’t deal with.
“You’re going to think less of me. I can’t have that. I already think you deserve better, I don’t need you thinkin’ the same,” Ryder grumbles.
“If I thought you were someone I didn’t deserve, I wouldn’t be spending time with you. I’ve done that before, I know what I deserve now,” I reassure him.
“Promise to hear out the whole story?” he questions.
“Of course, I want us to be able to talk openly about anything.”
“The club wants to get into serious shit. Fuck, this is really hard, babe.”
I sit quietly, hoping that my silence encourages him to share more.
“The bar is mine. The club frequents it on a steady basis. I contribute part of the earnings back into the club. This only provides a small bit of our income. The largest funds come from drug sales. Nothin’ too serious, we just feed weed to some local drug dealers. We play the middleman between the farmer and the distributer, so to speak. It’s not bad, but it’s not good… You still following me, babe?” Ryder watches my face intently, searching for any sign of disgust.
Am I surprised? No. I knew they had to be funding the club from somewhere and chances are a biker gang is not involved in entirely legal activities. I can handle weed. I know plenty of people that have used it themselves and honestly, a little pot never really hurt anyone, right? Yes, having a drug dealing, badass biker boyfriend is kind of a downer, but if that’s his worst crime, it’s not that bad. I got this. Ryder and pot. Yeah, I got this, nothing to lose my cool over. It could be worse, right?
I finish taking in the developments so far and nod towards Ryder, hoping he takes this as a sign to continue. He does.
“As President, I never wanted to take on more, to expand. Axel, on the other hand, has always been hell-bent towards expansion. Tonight he crossed the line as VP. He proposed a couple new ventures for the club to take on to earn more. We’re not hurting cash wise, but once some people see the green, they lose sight of everything else. He raised the idea of workin’ our way into the deeper, seedier drug scene. Apparently he’s been making contacts within the drug world prepping for our big move. And to top it off, he even mentioned dipping into pimp territory. He’s got to be fuckin’ jokin’. We are not a big city gang. We’re small time. We do what we do, so we can live the life we’re livin’. How can we ask for more? The more money we make, the more problems we’re gonna have. This shit is ridiculous.” Ryder is getting more and more agitated as he speaks.
“To end the night on a high note, Axel held a vote. That shit does not fuckin’ fly with me. I was blindsided. That son of a bitch, it’s been me and him since foster care. Now I have to defend why I can’t have us partnering with the underground druggies. If I had anyone else as VP they would be done. DONE! It took every argument I had to convince the club not to vote. That no amount of cash is worth the fuckin’ shit we’re going to get into if anything goes wrong with this.”
This is my reminder never to double-cross a club member. This is also my reminder never to do anything to piss my man off. His rage is starting to ripple through the air again. This is not how I want my badass biker man coming home to me. Whatever shit this is, it better be dealt with fast and in the manner Ryder sees as fair.
Ryder remains quiet. I sense that this is all I’m going to get out of him tonight. I can’t push him into saying things he’s not ready to share. I know I said no secrets, but this was a pretty big bombshell. I think the no secrets rule is good for a little while now.
“Ryder, you don’t know how much it means to me that you trusted me with that information,” I say. “This shit sounds serious, and I want to help however I can, I just don’t know if I can do more than offer you my ear. I need you to trust me and I need you to know that it’s me and you in this together. You have me to lean on now. And I’ll do whatever I can to help you get through this with the club still intact.”
“Babe, the only thing I need from you right now after I laid that shit on you and all you did was listen, not run, but listen, is for you to not worry about my club issues.”
