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About the Author
Vicki Green grew up in Overland Park, Kansas and currently resides in Olathe, Kansas. Along with her husband and two teenage boys, she shares her home with her cocker spaniel’s Shadow and Mocha. She has been working full time at the same Company for 35 years. Her life has been filled with the most loving and caring parents, who are both gone now but are still in her heart and mind daily.
Vicki enjoys reading Romance books which is what inspired her to begin writing this book. She has always admired Author’s dedication and hard work. She had a dream that played out for over a year, came home one day after work and decided to put it on a word document to see how it read and that became ‘My Savior Forever’, the beginning of her Forever Series, and that’s where it all began.
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Ryder
by Rebecca Brooke
Prologue
There was a time when I thought that moving from place to place every few months was the life. I never stayed anywhere for more than a few months. What was the point? I didn’t care about these people or their lives. Why should I? No one ever really gave a shit about me, or at least they hadn’t in years. When the people in whatever town I was currently staying got to know me too well, I knew it was time to get the hell out. I was good at being alone. Being the dependable guy everyone relied on was a role I would never play again. The minute my parents kicked me out of the house was the moment I stopped being the nice guy. At first, most of it was an act, but the longer I pretended to be the bad boy, the less of an imagination it took and the more real it became.
Chapter 1
“Fuck!”
This kind of shit always happened to me. Having to fix my bike so long on my own I knew exactly what the problem was, unfortunately it wasn’t something I could fix on the side of the road. From the signs a few miles back, the next town was probably six to seven miles ahead. I had a choice, either I could leave the bike and hope it was still there when I got back or I could push it all the way into town and find a place to fix it there.
The thought of leaving the only thing I cared about on the side of the road didn’t really sit well with me. Sighing, I pulled off the jacket I was wearing. It wasn’t hot on the bike with the breeze blowing, but walking with the sun beating down was an entirely different story. I stored the jacket in the saddlebag. With a groan I stood the bike up and started the long walk. Pushing the bike that far was not going to be easy. My original plan had been to go much farther west, closer to the city. For now this town was just going to have to do.
After about twenty minutes, the sweat was sliding down my face onto my neck. The sun was much hotter than I thought it would be on the empty stretch of road. Traveling from place to place killed my desire to ride on the highways. People drove like assholes all of the time. It was especially bad when they were anywhere in the vicinity of a motorcycle. People always fell into two categories: the idiots who wanted to race you and the fools who slow down to a ridiculous speed, way below the speed limit in some stupid ass fear that you were going to drive dangerously and get yourself killed. The back roads, such as the one I was on, were usually the best bet. Not much traffic and the few people that you did see on the road ignored you. The only problem with the lack of highway was when shit like this happened, no one else for miles. My fucked up luck combined with the empty roadway had made for a pretty crappy day.
Hunched over, pushing the bike was sending pains down my back. Unfortunately, I still had a long way to go and no other options. That’s when I heard the rumbling in the distance. It was definitely a truck of some kind, but with the loud popping coming from the transmission, it didn’t sound to be in that great of shape. When the old Chevy pickup passed me without even slowing down, I wasn’t really surprised. Not many people wanted to stop and help out a guy with a bike. Everyone was afraid of the big, bad biker. The stereotypical bullshit made me crazy. In my opinion, people watched a little too much TV.
The brake lights went on as the truck jerked to a stop about five hundred feet in front of me. When the reverse lights came on, I braced myself for whatever reaction came from the driver. Taking the bike out of the equation, the fact that tattoos ran down both of my arms usually made people a little wary of me.
“Hey man, need a lift?” the driver asked, leaning across the cab of the truck to yell out the passenger window. He was covered in tats of his own. From the looks of him, he was probably about my size, a little over 6’2” when standing.
“I’d love one, but I don’t want to leave her on the side of the road.”
He smiled. “I don’t blame you, man. Come on, we’ll toss her in the back of the truck and take her to my shop in town. We can see if we can get her running again.”
That sounded like exactly what I needed after the day I had. “Sure man. Thanks.” If he wasn’t going to be intimidated by me, I wasn’t going to turn down a perfectly good offer of help.
The driver pulled up on the side of the road in front of me, jumping out, he came around the back and held his hand out to me. “I’m Kaden, by the way.” I took his hand.
“Ryder.”
Leaning up into the bed of the truck, he pulled out a few boards we could use as a ramp to push the bike up into the truck. He walked over and did a quick once over of my bike, before grabbing the handle bars. “Damn. This baby’s nice.”
“Thanks.”
With Kaden at the bars, while I pushed from the rear of the bike, we managed to get it into the back of the truck and tied down in no time. When we were both settled in the cab, he turned to me. “Do you know what might be wrong with it?”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure the fuel line is clogged.”
“I don’t usually carry a lot of bike parts in my shop, not a huge need for them around here, but if I don’t have it I can order it.”
Damn that was all I needed. I really didn’t feel like waiting for a part to come in. “Figures,” I mumbled under my breath. I might have been frustrated but I didn’t want to insult the guy who was offering to get what I needed “That would be awesome.”
Kaden faced forward and started towards the town. Silence filled the cab at first, which was fine with me, I had no interest in making small talk. Not that it lasted. Apparently Kaden wasn’t someone who preferred silence, or at least that was my best guess. It wasn’t like I could ignore him, he was trying to help me out in a really shitty situation.
“Did you plan on staying in town, or were you just passing through?”
“I was supposed to be passing through, but I guess I’m might have to stay now. Is there a motel in town?”
“Yeah, not to bad a place either.”
“Well, if I have to, I’ll grab a room there.”
“Alright man. We’ll run by the shop first in case I do have the part. If not, I’ll drop you by the motel in town.”
“Thanks for the help.”
“No problem. It’s way too fucking hot to be pushing a bike that heavy.”
“You’re telling me,” I said with a chuckle.
The minute we drove into town, I could sense the small town feel of the place. Not small in size, but a place where everyone knew everyone else, even if you wished they didn’t. These types of towns were never a good place to be, especially for a loner like myself. Trouble always seemed to find people like me in places like that. It’s easier to blend in when the people you dealt with didnt always remember you, or should I say care to. Pulling up in front of a small run down garage, I knew by the looks of the place, there was no way he was going to have the part I needed in stock. The ten or so car out front were a testament to who his normal clients were.
“Let’s get her in the garage and I’ll see what I have.”
Nodding, I stepped out of the cab and walked to the back of the truck. We rolled the bike down a ramp Kaden had grabbed from inside the
garage and I pushed it into the now open door. It only took Kaden a few minutes to look through the parts he had in stock for motorcycles. Even from the insides it looked like this garage work on cars more than anything else. Just like I figured, he didn’t have the right one.
“Sorry man, I can have it here in a few days.”
“Not a problem. I’ll pay for it now.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll deal with it when it comes in. Just give me a minute.” He typed away on his computer. “All right that should take care of it. Why don’t you give me your number? That way I can get in touch with you when it gets here and then I’ll take you over to the motel in town.”
I wrote my number down on a sheet of paper. “Are you sure you don’t mind keeping the bike here?”
“Not at all. It’s actually easier than lugging it to and from the motel when the part comes in.”
I reached out to shake his hand. “Thanks man, I’d have been stuck today if you wouldn’t have stopped.”
“Not a problem. I’m glad I could help.”
“Let me just grab my stuff and I’ll be ready to head on over” I pulled the saddle bags off the back and looked around for Kaden. The eat up Chevy was still sitting out front of the garage, but it was empty. The purring of sports car hit my ears, before the car pulled around the corner. It was a gorgeous 1969 Camaro, that looked completely rebuilt to the original specs.
“Holy shit man, this is a nice car.” My eyes flicked between the truck and the beautiful piece of machinery in front of me.
Afraid to touch the door, or any part of the car for that matter, I carefully lifted the handle and opened the door. Kaden laughed.
“You won’t hurt her, man. I drive her all the time. The Chevy is the piece of shit I used to haul crap out to the junkyard. If I drove that thing around no one would ever trust me to fix their cars.”
I laughed. “Good point.”
He put the car in gear and pulled out of the lot.
“What is there to do here?” I asked.
“There’s a couple of good places to eat right near the motel, but I’d suggest Ryan’s. It’s within walking distance, about two blocks down the road.”
“They don’t happen to have a bar do they? I could use a drink or two after the day I’ve had.”
“There is a bar and great food.”
The drive to the motel was quick, less than five minutes. It looked a bit run down. Then again, based on the age of the rest of the town, it looked no worse for the wear and as long as it had clean sheets and a shower, that was all I really needed anyway. After a quick check-in, and a once over by the woman behind the counter, like I was going to destroy the place or steal every dollar in her register, I went up to the room to drop my bag. The sweat from earlier still stuck to my skin like an uncomfortable shirt. I needed a shower and food. Once that was taken care of, I could focus on what I was going to do when I finally reached the city.
Part of me was getting tired of the constant moving, but I couldn’t deny the desire to keep my privacy, something you didn’t get in the small towns I lived in so far. The only time having company was worth it was when you had a beautiful naked woman in your bed. If you didn’t, you were better off on your own. It was the main reason I was heading for a larger city this time. Getting lost in the shuffle should be fairly easy and it should keep me from having to move again.
Being in a town like this wasn’t that unusual for me. Over the last few years, I stayed in my fair share of small towns. They were the ones I never stayed in long. Someone always wanted to whisper about the biker guy who kept to himself. Not that people’s opinion bother me, shit for all I cared they could shove their opinion right up their ass. No it wasn’t those people, it was the morons who were brave enough to talk about the gossip to your face. That kinda crap always sent me over the edge. I ended up in more fights than I could count, over some small minded dipshit making comments about me that just weren’t true. Shaking my head, I tried to clear my thoughts. Dwelling on the past was not going to fix anything. If I was going to settle down in one place, I was going to have to get it together and stop letting the stupid shit bother me.
Maybe if it wasn’t for my temper, I’d have stayed with my parents. Going to college where they wanted me to and thanking my lucky stars that they paid the bill while I used my time to party. But there was no going back. It didn’t help that my father’s temper was as bad, if not worse, than mine. Things were said that could never be taken back. This was my life now and I was going to do my best to live it the way I wanted. Fuck. Thinking about that day always got me riled up. A shower. That’s what I needed. It would help me clear my mind and focus on the present. Standing up I rooted through my bag to grab what I needed and made my way into the bathroom.
Stepping into the warm shower, I washed all of the sweat from my body, then stood under the spray until the water began to run cold. The frigid temperature of the water forced me from my sanctuary and out into the room to get dressed. With my mind relaxed and cleared I was able to focus on the next thing, which was food.
Kaden had mentioned a place called Ryan’s as being one of the best in town. I figured what the hell. It couldn’t hurt to try and since they had beer on tap, it sounded like the perfect place for me. I threw on a pair of jeans, my boots,a t-shirt, and walked out the door.
Just like Kaden had said, it was only about two blocks and a pretty quick walk from the motel. One look at the place and it was clear that this place didn’t necessarily belong in a town like this. Yet something told me that it was the perfect place for me at the moment.
Chapter 2
Sitting down at the bar, I noticed the place wasn’t very crowded. I had a feeling that wouldn’t last very long, especially with the way Kaden talked about the food. The room was set up in a way that would keep the diners and the bar patrons separate. There were tables and booths at one end of the room, with a bar in the middle, and pool tables at the other end. The bar seemed like the perfect spot. Seeing how my day had gone so far, I was definitely going to need a couple of beers, if not a shot or two.
Not long after I sat down, a hot ass brunette came over to take my order. The black V-neck she was wearing cut low enough to give me a glimpse of the most gorgeous set of tits I’d seen in years. The kind you wanted to use as a pillow after a marathon round of sex. There was a snap in front of my face, breaking me out of my day dream. I let the lazy grin that made the girls wet their panties, spread across my face.
“Nice try buddy that ‘spread your legs for me’ smile isn’t going to work on me. I’ve seen it one too many times,” she snapped at me, hands on her hips.
She was any guy’s wet dream, but with a snarky mouth like hers, it was probably best to stay the hell away. I didn’t need to add shit to my plate for the few days I was going to be in town. Or at least that’s what I told myself as I opened my mouth to do the exact opposite.
“Can I at least get your name?”
The smirk that appeared across her face made it clear that this was going to be a fun game, even if it was one I shouldn’t be playing. Then again, banter could be good, it didn’t have to be anything serious. “Now why would I do that? Then you can have me at your beck and call.”
Deliberately letting my eyes wander down her body. “What would give you that impression?”
She pulled a towel from her back pants pocket and wiped her hands on it. “Oh, so you’re not like every other guy who walks through that door looking for a quick fuck?”
Chuckling, I shook my head. It had been a while since I’d felt this relaxed with another person. “Well that’s where you’re wrong. I came in for the food I heard all about. The fact that the bartender looks like you is just a plus.”
Rolling her eyes at me, she stepped up to the counter, handing me a menu. “Alright then, since you’re here for food what can I get you?”
After a quick scan, I closed it and set it on the bar. “I think I’ll have the Ryan burger special,”
I said, looking up into eyes that were a mix of blue and gray.
Her smirk turned into a slight smile. “That’s a good choice. Anything to drink?”
“Sam Adams, whatever you have on tap.”
Nodding, she walked over to the taps and picked up a clean glass, her eyes never leaving mine. The number of times she’d done that was obvious when she didn’t need to look down to see when the glass was full. She set the glass in front of me. “I’ll bring your order out when it’s ready.”
“Thanks”
The beer went down smoothly just like I knew it would. It was exactly what I needed. This was just the beginning. It was a good thing the motel was in walking distance. My stomach started to rumble, reminding me I hadn’t eaten since this morning when I left the last motel. This was where I probably would have stopped for lunch and kept on my way. Since I was stuck here, I was going to make the most of being able to sit back and not have to worry about finding a job. I had enough saved up for more than a week without having to worry about working to replace it.
It wasn’t long before the brunette returned with my meal and holy shit did I choose correctly. The burger was huge and smelled amazing. It barely fit in my hands when I picked it up, but the first bite was worth it. With how hungry I was, it didn’t take me long to finish it. Ironically the brunette didn’t stray far from where I was sitting. It seemed as if all her talk was just for show. Every time I looked away from the TV, I caught her watching me. And each time she averted her eyes and pretended to do something behind the bar. By my third beer, I noticed that I was starting to watch her as well. It had been a little while since I fucked someone as hot as her and even though she made it clear that it wasn’t happening, I still found myself fantasizing about what she would taste like when I licked right through the folds of her wet pussy.
There was yelling that interrupted my thoughts. When I looked up I realized that I’d lost sight of her. Scanning the bar I saw that it was her yelling at two guys. One was at least as big as me, the other a little smaller. The big guy probably had about fifty pounds on me. Her face was flushed and she ordered them to leave over and over again. Against my better judgment, I stood and made my way over to where the assholes kept on pushing.
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