Sweet Ride

by Moores, Maegan Lynn

  “Yeah, we’re clear,” Dag chokes out. Ryder pulls Jack off him. He stands and looks at me with an unsure expression as Ryder says something to him, then turns and walks away.

  “Payton, get your shit! We’re out of here!” Dag demands, as he sits up and walks over toward me. Oh shit, he sounds super pissed.

  “Not gonna happen, man. She’s comin’ with us,” Ryder intervenes.

  “It’s okay, Ryder. I’m fine. He won’t hurt me,” I say, trying to reassure him, hoping that it’s true. I never thought he’d hurt me, but I hardly know him, so I’m not really sure. I know there’ve been strange things going on with him and something just doesn’t seem right. Going against my better judgment, mainly because of my inebriated state, I’m going to leave with him anyway.

  “You sure?” Ryder asks sounding concerned.

  “Yeah, babe. Thanks anyhow,” I give him a hug and sneak in a pinch on his fine ass. What can I say? It’s Ryder, and he has the best ass ever. I take that back, the second best ass ever. Jack definitely has the numero uno ass.

  “Call me when you get home, Payton,” Ella says, looking troubled.

  “She’s staying at my place tonight; don’t think she’ll have time for that, right querida?” Dag says with a super creepy look on his face.

  “I think I’m going home tonight, Dag. It’s been a bad night, and I’d rather just go to sleep,” I say softly so Ryder and Ella don’t hear.

  “You can sleep at my place,” he states, putting his arm around me. Oh, fucking hell.

  “Fine,” I say, giving in. I give Ella a quick hug before we head for the door and get a cab to his place.

  When we get inside Dag’s apartment, I head straight for the bathroom to splash cold water on my face. What a fucked up night. I don’t understand what Jack’s up to. Why won’t he just let me be? I want him so bad it hurts, but I just can’t do that to myself. He doesn’t want me like I want him, and he’ll end up breaking my heart.

  When I’m calmed down a bit, I walk out into the living room. This can’t be where he lives because everything he owns is expensive and flashy, and this place is anything but. It’s tiny and sparsely furnished. It does smell good in here, though, like a combination of cologne and tobacco, which of course reminds me of Jack. Dag walks over to me, puts his hands on my hips, and grips them tightly, digging his nails into my skin through my clothes.

  “What the fuck was that about, Payton? Why was he touching you? I thought you didn’t want him, that’s why you wanted to do this, right?” he hisses at me. Shit! How’d he know this was about Jack? He looks super fucking pissed.

  “I don’t know, Dag. I was totally drunk, and you were doing things to me when we were dancing that turned me on. Then you left, and when he came up behind me, I thought it was you,” I explain, trying to convince him of something that’s a total lie, but whatever. “What does it matter?” I add. I mean he knows this is fake, right? Who am I kidding? He totally thinks this is real.

  “It does fucking matter, Payton. I think this could be more between us,” he says, trailing his fingers down my neck, across the top swell of my breasts, heading down to my stomach. He curls his other arm around my back and pulls my body closer to his, so I can feel his erection pressing into my stomach.

  “I can’t do more, Dag,” I whimper. “I’m sorry if you want it to be more, but there’ll never be more between us.” I don’t feel bad telling him this because he knew the deal when I first mentioned the idea to him.

  “We’ll see, querida,” he replies, before taking my mouth in a kiss that I’m sure he thinks is seductive. Ugh. During the make-out session, we move toward the sofa, and he sits me on the edge, kneeling on the floor between my legs. He begins rubbing my thighs with his calloused hands, and I mean to push him away, but I can still smell Jack on me from rubbing my body against his tonight and feel his hands on my body, which lights me on fire again. Damn it! Why does it seem like all I ever think about is Jack? I slowly close my eyes and start visualizing him from earlier tonight.

  “Bella,” he rasps against the skin on my neck. My eyes remain closed, and I lean toward his body, as he starts touching and kissing me. I moan when he starts to push my skirt up, lifting my hips so it bunches around my waist. Jack pulls my panties aside and enters his finger in my very wet sex. When he pushes another finger inside me, I buck and grind against his hand.

  “Yes, oh fuck, yes,” I moan, feeling something building that I’ve only ever had with Jack. He leaves my lips and starts kissing down my body, ripping my shirt down the front and kissing my breasts while still descending down my aroused body.

  “Fuck Bella, you’re so wet for me,” he groans against my pussy, just before he starts licking my clit. My body’s burning, and I start feeling myself tighten up knowing that I’m going to explode in his mouth, on his tongue, at any second. I want it so bad, so I start grinding my hips into his face, begging it to happen.

  “Oh fuck, Jack, yes, oh God, yes.” I’m almost there when everything goes cold.

  “The fuck you say?” Jack growls.

  What? I open my eyes and look at the man in front of me.

  Oh Shit! It’s Dag.

  “I … I …” I stammer when his fist collides with my face, sending a searing pain through my cheekbone. The force of impact makes my head whip to the side.

  “I’m going to make you pay for that, Payton. You’re never going to forget my fucking name again!” he hisses in my ear as he rips my panties away. I hear his zipper as he pulls it down.

  “No, don’t. I’m sorry, I just can’t. Not right now,” I say, fear spiking through me, tears falling freely down my cheeks. As I remember that traumatic night years ago, I start to panic.

  “Too late, chica. I’m sick of this shit. I’m going to make you scream my name, not his.” His menacing tone scares me. I’ve got to get out of here. I feel dirty, and I’m going to be sick. I push on his shoulders as he tries to force himself into me. He kisses me, trying to push his tongue inside my mouth, but I won’t let him. He pinches one of my nipples, and I scream out in pain. This only adds to the pain in my face. When my mouth opens, he takes advantage and jams his tongue in, so I bite down as hard as I can. He pulls back, cursing, so I take the opportunity to drive my fist in his stomach, making him stumble back a bit and keel over because I caught him off guard.

  When he’s back far enough, I kick him as hard as I can smack-dab in the balls. Fucking right in the balls—works every time! A little move I learned in self-defense classes. As Dag hunches over grabbing his groin, I jump up and start running for the front door as fast as I can, not caring that my shirt’s been ripped open and my skirt’s gathered up around my waist. Dag’s apartment isn’t located in a normal residential neighborhood. Oh hell no, of course his apartment’s situated in an industrial area, which right now is pretty desolate. No neighbors around to help me.

  “Payton, you stupid bitch! Get back here!” Dag shouts out from behind me somewhere.

  I continue to run down one of the side streets. I don’t hear his footsteps behind me, so I turn down an alley and stop to try and calm myself and right my clothes. Once I catch my breath, I take my phone out and dial Ella’s number. I need her help, again.

  “Payton? What’s going on?” Ella’s sleepy voice answers the phone, but quickly turns to panic when she hears me speak.

  “C…can you come and get me, please?” I ask, sniffling.

  “Are you okay?” She’s starting to sound really scared for me.

  “Baby, what is it?” I hear Ryder asking her in a gruff voice in the background. I tell her where I am, and I tell her what happened. She retells the story to Ryder. He’s pissed! I hear what sounds like him taking the phone from Ella. “Payton, babe. Find somewhere safe to hide until I can come get you. Understand?” he borderline yells into the phone.

  “Okay,” I say.

  He hands the phone back to Ella, and she stays on the phone with me while I find my hiding place behind a smelly dumps
ter in the alley. I don’t say anything else because I’m afraid that Dag will hear and find me. Ella keeps talking to me for what seems like forever about the twins and all the things happening in her family’s life, trying to keep my mind occupied and calm. It actually works.

  Then a black muscle car comes to a screeching halt at the end of the alley, and I see Jack’s large body running my way. What’s he doing here? I let Ella know that Jack’s here, and we say our goodbyes before we disconnect our call.

  “Payton?” he yells.

  “I’m here,” I answer, coming out from behind the dumpster.

  “Jesus fucking Christ! He did this? Dag did this to you? I am going to fucking choke the life out of that fucking prick. He’s dead,” Jack rambles, while cupping my face in his hands and caressing my cheekbone with his thumb.

  “I’m okay, Jack. He just scared me. I’m safe now,” I reassure him.

  “It’s not okay. No man takes his fist to a woman,” he soothes and places tender kisses on my already swollen face. Jack wraps his arms around my waist and walks me to his car.

  “Come on, Payton, you’re staying with me tonight,” he informs me.

  “That’s okay, Ryder’s on his way to get me,” I tell him, which reminds me of why he’s there. “Why’re you here?” I ask.

  “Ryder called. Said you needed help, and I could get to you quicker. He’s gone over to Dag’s.”

  Oh shit!

  “We need to go get him.”

  “Just get in the car,” he gently orders. I get in and buckle up. Jack reaches over and pulls on my shirt, and the pieces fall apart so my breasts are on full view to him.

  “Payton,” he growls, “What the fuck happened?”

  “Ryder, didn’t tell you?” I answer his question with my own.

  “No, what the fuck happened?” he asks again, more demanding. You can almost see the smoke coming out of his ears. If we were in a cartoon you would definitely see it. I retell the story for him, but leave out a few very important details. I see the expression on his face and begin to worry about what’s going to happen next. Jack turns the car around and starts heading in a different direction.

  “Where are we going? We’ve got to get Ryder,” I tell him.

  Nothing.

  “Jack! Where are we going?”

  He stops the car and leans into me taking off my seat belt and pulling me into his chest. I can feel him shaking and how tense his body is. I realize that he’s freaking out.

  “We can’t fucking go there, Payton. I’ll fucking kill him if we do,” he tells me, point blank.

  “Oh, Jack,” I sigh. “I’m okay. It’s over,” I reassure him.

  “No, it’s not. No man hits a woman or forces her to do something she doesn’t want. I need to know everything that happened,” he says.

  “I can’t tell you everything right now, maybe later.” That’s all I can offer him right now. “I need to call Ella,” I say, pulling out my phone. I dial her number while Jack moves back over to the driver’s side of the truck, but he takes me with him and tucks me into his side as we make our way to his place.

  Once I get Ella on the phone, she informs me that when Ryder got to the apartment, Dag wasn’t there, and his place was trashed. Ryder’s on his way home now, but he wants to go looking for him tomorrow. She also tells me that they want us over there tomorrow afternoon. Ryder says he needs to see with his own eyes that I’m okay because he knew he shouldn’t have let me go with Dag tonight. He had a sick feeling in his gut that something wasn’t right. I tell her I’m fine and that I’m staying with Jack, afraid that Dag will come looking for me. That’s my excuse, but really I just want to stop running. Look at the mess I’ve gotten myself into. I want to be with Jack right now.

  Chapter 7

  Jack’s night out

  Jack

  We got a tip from an informant that our no-show supplier from a few weeks ago would be making an appearance at Climax. Devon and I had been staking out the place pretty well all day, when he got a call from the surveillance team saying they had a lead on his identity and whereabouts. Devon left about a half hour ago, but now that I’m off the clock I call one of the servers over and order a Coors. An ice-cold beer will really hit the spot right about now.

  After a couple of mouthfuls of beer, I notice Payton at the bar flirting with the fucking bartender. My possessive and protective sides emerge, when I see that fucking asshat of a boyfriend of hers come up behind her. Thankfully, he doesn’t touch her because I’d have to rip his fucking arms off if he did. She spins around, and I try to make it seem like I don’t notice her, but out of the corner of my eye I can tell that she definitely fucking notices me. She freezes mid-step then grabs hold of the assholes hand, dragging him over to a seating area to the side of me.

  Holy Shit! Payton looks unbelievably sexy tonight and totally fuckable. She’s wearing a little black skirt, that’s too fucking short for my liking and a super tight off-the-shoulder top that shows off all her sexy curves and about an inch of skin on her flat belly. Yes, I think she looks fucking hot, but I don’t like the fact that every other person with a dick likes looking at her, too, especially dipshit Dag. I don’t know what it is, but there’s something about that guy that just isn’t right. I tried to do a background search on him, but I don’t know the fucker’s last name and nothing showed up for the name Dag.

  Not long after, Ryder and Ella show up and join them. They spend a little while just drinking and talking. Well, the ladies spend the time drinking and talking—the men, not so much. I can definitely see the tension building in Ryder’s body. Apparently, he likes this dickhead just as much as I do. I breathe easier knowing my brother has her back.

  Payton, not liking the tension at the table, grabs Ella by the hand and drags her out back, behind the stage. What the fuck is she up to? A Def Leppard song starts to play, and I watch as two amazingly sexy women strut out onto the stage. It’s a good thing that the place is empty with the exception of the employees, Ryder, Dag and me. I’d shut this shit down, if anyone else were here to witness it. Since there’s not, I truly intend to sit back and enjoy the show, but first I’ve got to get closer … much closer.

  I watch the stage intently as Payton and Ella show off their dance moves, but my eyes are glued to Payton. The way her body’s moving on that stage only makes me think of how she moves when I’m balls deep inside of her. I adjust my painfully hard cock as I continue to watch her display on the pole. I manage to tear my eyes away from her for a second to see that Ryder’s just as affected by Ella’s performance as I’m with Payton’s. Then I see the asshole she came here with, and he’s all but taking his cock out of his pants and jerking off right in front of everyone. Hell, no. This shit’s getting sorted ASAP. The thought of her leaving with him and getting in his bed makes me want to go over there and beat him to a bloody pulp. Get a hold of yourself. You’re a fucking cop. You can’t go around just beating the shit out of guys because they’ve got your woman. I’m going to have to be creative to come up with something to keep this asshole away from her.

  The music ends and Payton and Ella shake their asses as they strut back to their table. Ella sits down on Ryder’s lap, and he doesn’t hesitate to claim her with his mouth. Fuck, I want that with Payton, something fierce. Before I can do anything, the slime ball grabs hold of Payton, dragging her into the hallway leading to the washrooms. I follow close behind, pressing my ear to the door.

  What I hear makes my rage boil, and pretty soon I’m going to erupt. Dag is in there trying his hardest to convince my girl to fuck him right there against the wall. But she’s having none of it. He’s super pissed with her, but finally takes the hint and stalks off to the washrooms. That’s when I make my appearance known, blocking her view of him as he walks away.

  Even though she’s been drinking, I see the lust brewing in her eyes. Yeah, I don’t think I’d have to say too much to convince her to let me fuck her against the wall. Her hands reach up squeezing my biceps
, and instinct makes me move my hand to the bare skin of her outer thighs. My hard-on threatens to bust out of my pants. Fuck, I want her so bad.

  “You’re so fucking hot. I can’t stand watching you with him when you’re supposed to be with me,” I whisper into her ear, my fingers still caressing her warm skin. I watch as she clamps her thighs together. She’s definitely suffering from the same type of ache I am, but her expression changes quickly.

  “Leave me alone, Jack. I’m with Dag,” she growls at me, as I softly kiss around the base of her throat and my fingers move to stroke the inside of her thigh. I push up her skirt, wanting to feel her pussy. Fuck, I bet she’s dripping wet for me. I can see by the look on her face that she’s struggling with herself on what to do.

  “Back the fuck off, Jack, before Dag comes back out,” she threatens, trying to push me away. Ooh, like I’m scared of that fucking dipshit. I’m not threatened by him. He’s probably got a small dick and doesn’t know what to do with it, while I have a super-sized cock and know multiple ways to make her come. I also have a gun and know how to use that, too. Cocksucker.

  “Payton, where are you?” Ella calls out.

  I know how Payton thinks and she wouldn’t want her friend to see her with me when she obviously has a boyfriend. I quickly, but reluctantly, break contact with my sexy girl and pull her skirt back down. Then I exit the hallway using another entrance. Once outside near the bar, Ryder approaches me.

  “Jack, brother, what’re you doin’ here?” he inquires. We greet each other with our usual one-armed man hug, patting each other roughly on the back.

  “Work,” I say. He knows I can’t tell him anything about my job. So he just nods and doesn’t ask any more questions. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice I was here sooner,” I add.

  “Yeah, I was a little preoccupied with Ella’s and Payton’s dance routine, if you know what I mean?”