Rider Forbidden: An Enemies to Lovers Romance (Badger's Mount Book 1)

by Izzy Williams

  “You fucking bitches. I saw what you just did. Do you want me to get you thrown out of here?”

  The blonde instigator steps forward. “Come on Jack, it was an accident.”

  He scoffs, “No, it was a fucking accident putting my dick in you - an accident that will never happen again - over my dead body. You don't like that I'm with someone else then fuck off to another club.”

  They don't say a word. Jack doesn't give them more than a few seconds before he places his hand in the small of my back and guides me away. “Come on, I’ll take you back to the hotel.”

  I shake my head, smoothing my dress down. I'm drenched, it's in my hair, on my face, my make-up is probably slowly melting away, it's gone on my dress and my chest, a full pint - I'm soaked. “Its fine Jack, you go back to the guys, I’ll go back to the hotel. I’ll get a cab.”

  “I'm coming with you, no arguments - I was ready to head back anyway.”

  I nod and he guides me outside. The warm air hits us, it's quite a welcome change from the cold air-conditioning of the club. “I can't believe that just happened.”

  “I'm sorry about that, some women, well, they can't take no for an answer. She’s always messaging me, every time I see her out, she comes hanging around me - I can't get rid of her.”

  “You must be quite a shag.”

  He looks at me surprised. “Well . . . stick around, you might find out.”

  I groan “Oh my god, women don't fall for these lines, right?”

  He shrugs “You'd be surprised how many love them.”

  We both laugh.

  We get outside and there are no cabs to be found anywhere. I turn to Jack “Come on we can walk - its only ten minutes.”

  He raises his eyebrows. “In those shoes?”

  I laugh “Oh no, they're coming off.” I bend down to unbuckle my shoes and slip them off, immediately I wonder if it’s a good idea, I was already shorter than him but with no heels on he makes me feel tiny. He reaches down for my shoes and gets hold of them by the straps for me. “Thanks. I don't suppose you have a tissue or anything do you?” I doubt he will, but I'm seriously bothered what my face must look like.

  He shakes his head, “No, but here . . . use my t-shirt.” He lifts his t-shirt up by the hem, showing me his stomach and abs. I try not to look but I'm only human.

  “Like what you see?” he smirks

  I roll my eyes. “I’ll ruin your t-shirt.”

  “It's black, you won't be able to see anything on it, and sweetheart, you really need to wipe your face right now.”

  I groan - I don't even want to know what I look like. I grab his t-shirt and bend my head down so that I can wipe my face while he’s still wearing his top. I wipe under my eyes, to wipe the mascara off.

  “Better?” I ask him.

  “If that was possible . . . yeah.” He stares at me and looks down to my chest, which is glistening with beer. “You know, I bet you taste out of this fucking world right now.”

  I bat his arm and link him to start walking. I wonder if I'm being too familiar, but I kind of need his stability - I’ve had lots to drink and he’s hardly had any. I think those shots are the only thing I’ve seen him have, and one pint of lager, the rest have been soft drinks - which just shows me even more how committed he is, because it must be hard not getting hammered when everyone else is.

  “So . . . apart from what just happened, are you having fun here? With us?”

  I look up at him, god he’s tall. “Yeah I am. I'm missing Eli, but it's nice getting away on my own. I feel freedom for the first time in a long time.” I realise how bad that sounded. “I don't mean I want freedom - I wouldn't change having Elijah for anything - but just for a couple of nights . . . it's nice. I do feel like I might be drowning missing him with alcohol a little - it kind of goes away when I'm drunk - which is not really a healthy life decision.”

  He chuckles and then we settle into a comfortable silence. We just walk together in the balmy air. All I can smell is the cider I'm covered in.

  “Can I ask you something?” He says quietly

  “I guess . . .”

  “Is it true, what you said on the ‘never have I ever’ game, have you only had sex with one person?”

  I cringe, but it's out there now. “Not only just one person but only one time. Can you believe it, who has luck like that though?” I lean into him. “And between you and me, it was bad . . . really bad - hurt like hell and was over before I got to feel anything good. So I haven't even been laid properly! Although, I guess it was proper because he got me pregnant.”

  “Jesus Robyn. That is the saddest fucking story I’ve ever heard. You've never been laid properly and your twenty-four years old. You know . . . if you wanted, I could rectify that?”

  I know he’s joking - I know it’s just banter, but I can just imagine how good he is in bed. He’s had so many women and they all want to come back for more. The thought of one night here, in a different country with him, and no responsibilities - sounds like heaven right now.

  I laugh. “I’ll pass, thank you for the offer though.”

  “Anytime. What about other stuff?”

  “How do you mean?”

  “Has a man gone down on you?”

  I look down embarrassed. This is mortifying. “No.”

  “You've had an orgasm, right?”

  I give a short laugh. “A ‘do it yourself’ one . . . sure.”

  “Hmmm Robyn, this conversation . . . I think we better stop. The thought of you touching yourself, making yourself come, it's making me hard.”

  “Let's just say I haven’t had much of a positive experience when it comes to sex and just leave it at that then.” I look up and point as we reach the corner where our hotel is. “Saved by the hotel – we’re here.” I smile.

  He smiles at me and we walk into the entrance. My phone goes off as I get in the lift. I take my phone out of my bag, that thankfully is waterproof, or beer proof, and open my messages - its Sophie.

  Hi hun. Know you're still at the club, try and be there as long as you can. I’m back at the room with Rocco. Consider this a do not disturb sign, laughy emoji, and embarrassed emoji.

  “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

  “What?” Jack looks down at my phone, so I hold up the message for him to read.

  He laughs “Sophie’s getting lucky, is she? Looks like your gonna have to come back to mine.”

  I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “Yeah? You have a better one?”

  I don’t. I have nowhere to go, I’m wet and sticky from the beer. Sophie has really bad timing - she could have gone back to his room, surely. Typical.

  “No, I don’t.” I say in a quiet voice.

  “Come on, you can have a shower, I’ll give you a t-shirt to wear and you can message her to give you the all-clear when you can go back - unless you don’t want to of course - you can always spend the night with me.” He waggles his eyebrows.

  My shoulders droop. “Fine . . . thank you, that’s kind of you - I’ll do that.”

  I shoot a message back to Sophie.

  OK hun, let me know when it’s safe to come back X

  I guess I’m having a shower in Jack’s room then, what can go wrong?

  *****

  He guides me into his room and the door clicks ominously behind me. I look around, it's the same as my room except for a king-size bed instead of twin beds. It's on the same floor as Sophie and me, which means when I get cleaned up and get the all-clear, I can just nip to my room in just a t-shirt and hopefully, no one will see. I mean seriously, I know I was enjoying feeling young again, but I didn’t expect to be acting like an eighteen-year-old.

  He goes over to his drawers and grabs a red t-shirt with some motif on it and hands it to me. “There are towels in the bathroom and my shower gel and shampoo are in there, knock yourself out.” he gives me a wide grin.

  I find some conditioner courtesy of the hotel freeb
ie basket so shower and wash my hair as quickly as possible - very conscious of the fact that Jack is in the next room and I’m naked in here. I’m hyper-aware that he’s so close, every nerve in my body is on edge thinking about the closeness of him. The door is locked, but I’m still naked in his hotel room.

  I rinse the shower gel off and revel in the fact that I’m surrounded by the scent of Jack. He always smells so good.

  My bra is still a little damp, but it will have to go back on, I can't walk out there without a bra on and my knickers escaped the beer so I put those back on and the t-shirt. I towel dry my hair and then walk back out.

  Jack is leant over the minibar taking out some drinks. He’s taken his shoes and socks off and his t-shirt . . . oh, Jesus Christ . . . I can only see his back - his perfectly formed, muscles rippling, back.

  Take a deep breath, Robyn.

  He turns around with two glasses in his hand. His eyes slowly rake down my body, taking extra time with my legs, there’s a lot of them on show - his t-shirt is pretty short. I feel his gaze like the silky touch of his fingers all over my body, as he looks up and meets my eyes. He’s hungry. He likes sex, he doesn't hide the fact. Perhaps he thinks he can use me to satisfy his needs tonight.

  “Jesus Robyn, you've just walked straight out of my fantasies and into real life.”

  I snort “Seriously, these lines Jack, they're the worst.”

  I expect him to laugh but he doesn't, he just continues to stare at me.

  “It's not a line, seriously . . . in my t-shirt . . . hair wet . . . those fucking legs. You are so hot. But you know that, right?”

  I know I'm not ugly. I usually find the attention I get from men tiresome, yes I might be OK to look at, but they rarely try to get beyond that and find out what’s underneath.

  “Jack, we’re getting in dangerous territory here . . .”

  I know it’s dangerous because whether I'm supposed to or not, I like having him look at me like I'm his next meal. I don't want to admit that I like him, that I want him, but I do. Wrong for me or not he is drawing me to him.

  He strides over and hands me a drink. “Here, down this, you're going to need it to say yes to the next thing I'm going to ask you.”

  “What is it?”

  “Vodka and coke.”

  I narrow my eyes at him. “I'm not sleeping with you, Jack.”

  He smirks “That’s not what I'm going to suggest - drink up because I really want you to say yes.”

  I take a generous gulp of my drink, “That'll have to do. What do you want to ask me?”

  “I want you to take off your knickers, lie down on my bed with your legs open and I want to make you come with my mouth, I want to eat you out so good that you'll be screaming my name and pulling my hair. It's a travesty that you have never experienced oral sex with someone, and someone that knows what they're doing at that. So let me. Let me make you come with my mouth.”

  I have to resist crossing my legs together as I feel my core pulsing. It's like it’s got its own independent mind right now and heard every word he said and is saying, please Robyn, please can I play out? I know without a shadow of a doubt that my answer should be no - but he sure has a way with words that make me want to jump on the bed so fast before he changes his mind.

  “Why would you want to do that? What would you get out of it?” my voice is hoarse. Wait, am I actually thinking about this?

  “You're kidding, right? I’ve been dying to taste you since I met you. I bet you taste exquisite.” He licks his lips and I'm sure I have a mini orgasm right there.

  “This is crazy.”

  “Come on, you said yourself you want to live a little while you're here. I won't try anything more I promise - not unless you ask me to.”

  I'm silent. I just look up at him. I have no idea what to say. I want to say yes, my head says ‘Robyn, behave yourself’ but every inch of my body is screaming ‘are you crazy, you don't turn down an offer like that.’

  I look down at the glass in my hand. Shit. What do I have to lose really? I knock the drink back in one and turn around and place it on a table behind me. I look at Jack and don't take my eyes off him as I reach for my underwear and slowly draw it down my legs. I throw them onto my dress on the floor and climb on the bed, as sexily as I can muster, and turn and lie on my back.

  His eyes flare. “Legs wide Danish.”

  I do as he says, I already know I'm wet, I don't think I’ve ever been this turned on. I know he’s good with his mouth when he kisses me, so I know I'm in for a treat right now.

  He gets on his knees. “Shimmy down to the edge sweetheart.” I do as he says, “Up on your elbows, I want you to watch me.”

  Oh fuck. I think I'm going to last about two seconds. He dips his head down and I watch it go in between my legs, a beautiful sight.

  “Mmmm, you smell fucking irresistible.”

  God, I need him to touch me, anything right now.

  And then I feel his mouth on me. So gentle, his tongue comes out and licks from my core all the way up to my clit, just a gentle lick, but I throw my head back and moan. It doesn't even sound like me.

  “You’re as beautiful down here Danish as you are everywhere else.”

  He parts my folds so that he can put his mouth around my clit, flicking it with his tongue and then taking it in his mouth and sucking. I swear I'm going to come out of myself, an out of body experience. Christ, so this is what this feels like, I’ve been missing out - big time.

  He lifts his hand to my mouth and holds out his middle finger. “Suck it.” My eyes flare and I do what he asks, taking his finger in my mouth as far as I can, sucking, and swirling around it with my tongue. “Fuck.” The hunger in Jacks eyes is unmistakable.

  He withdraws his finger and his head goes back down, he kisses me there, as though he’s kissing me open-mouthed, using his tongue as he does. The finger that he had me suck, slides into me like butter, I'm so wet. So turned on. God, I want him. Want him inside me. Feelings of wanting, the need to be satisfied, come rushing to the surface when they've been buried for years, I want fucking . . . good . . . hard - it’s been too long. I feel like I want him inside me so bad.

  “Jack, oh god Jack.” He moves his finger in and out of me and then slides in a second finger.

  “Shit, you're so tight.” I feel like I'm coming apart as he moves his fingers in and out, all the while lapping at me.

  My breathing gets so fast. “Fuck me Jack . . . I want you.”

  He lifts his head. “What?”

  “I want you inside me.”

  He growls “No, I want to give you this. You need it. You want me to fuck you when I’ve made you come with my mouth then I will, hell yes I will, but let me give you this first.”

  Wow, is this guy for real?

  He removes his fingers and grabs hold of my hips and pulls me onto his face, his tongue driving inside me. It's a feeling I’ve never felt before, it feels so amazing, I can feel my orgasm building, the feeling of his tongue inside me, lapping at me, moving in and out and I explode.

  “Ahhh Jack, shit yes . . . oh god . . . oh god.” I come and I come, it’s the longest orgasm I’ve ever had. I never knew it could feel this good, I’ve only ever had orgasms with my vibrator and it was never like this. I feel like every muscle in my body is feeling exquisite pleasure, and he keeps lapping and lapping as my orgasm continues to ripple through me, my body spasming my hips bucking into his mouth. I'm fisting his hair holding him steady, my body has taken over my senses. I start to come down and his lapping slows and he places a kiss there then on the inside of each of my thighs. He lifts his head and brings his body up level to mine. He still has his jeans on but presses into me and I can feel his hard length, how turned on he is. I do want him. I want him so much.

  “Jack . . . I . . .”

  “Did you like that, Danish?” he smiles at me softly.

  I smile shyly “I did. I didn't know.”

  “What, what you were missing?”

>   “Well yeah, you are very good at that.”

  He chuckles “So I’ve been told.”

  His head comes down and he places his mouth on mine, he kisses me, I reach up and put my hand behind his head, running my fingers through his thick hair. I make a ‘hmmm’ sound which makes him growl, his tongue delves in and brushes with my tongue.

  “You are so fucking sexy Robyn.” He kisses down my neck, his hand makes his way up under my t-shirt, to cup my breast, over my bra, he kneads it, my already pert nipple hardening under his touch. I moan.

  “You still want me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

  I look up at this beautiful man. No doubt it would be amazing. Should I?

  “I . . .” I don't get to finish what I was going to say, there’s a knock at the door.

  His head snaps up. “You have got to be fucking kidding me, who the hell is this?”

  He braces his arms on either side of me and pushes up off the bed, I quickly straighten my t-shirt and sit up.

  Jack opens the door slightly, I can't see who it is, his body blocking the view.

  “Can I help you honey?” he says

  I hear a woman’s voice. “I thought you might like some company; thought you might be lonely.” She purrs, whoever the hell she is. You have got to be kidding me, he’s getting a booty call?

  “Sorry sweetheart, that’s kind of you, but I'm kinda busy.”

  Is this what his life is like? Get rid of one and have the next one on hold ready to come in. Had he arranged this earlier? I feel sick, reality coming back to me with a great big bang. I really need to go.

  I get off my bed and start to gather all my things up - Sophie is just gonna have to cope with me turning up. I shoot her a text.

  I'm coming back to room now.

  I go up to the door and yank it open. “Its OK Jack, I'm going, you can do what you like.” I'm very aware that even though I try to leave with my dignity, I'm barefoot with all my belongings in my hands in a short t-shirt for god's sake and at this point, no knickers. I take in the woman. It’s the waitress that was all over him earlier. I do wonder if it was something he arranged when she was hanging off him before. Why do I hate the thought of that so much? I don't like that I don't like it. Fuck, I need to clear my head.