by Jani Kay
Ryder's long leg swung over the bike and he stood in front of me, a naughty grin on his face.
“Was that good for you too?” he drawled, his eyes hooded so that I couldn’t see if he was being sarcastic or just teasing me.
“It was fun. Thanks. But now I need to call a taxi to get me home. My parents will be worried about where I am.”
“No. No cab. You're staying here tonight. With me.”
Is he serious?
Stunned, I shook my head. “I can't, I need to go . . .”
He took a step closer and pressed a thumb against my lips. Hard. “Shut up, woman. You talk too much. Always fighting me.”
He lifted my chin and his mouth possessed mine, my resistance fading as I melted into him. My arms curled around his neck and twisted his hair as his lips possessed mine. Sense left my brain, and my core clenched. His large hand squeezed my ass, pressing me to him. I was wet already.
How was it possible that he had this effect on me? It was as if I were in a trance around him. Shaking my head, I pushed against his chest.
Get going now, Jade, before you can't walk away.
“Ryder, I’ve got to go—”
“Got to do plenty, Princess. But I know you don’t want to. There’s a difference.”
“I'm calling a taxi.” I reached into my purse for my phone and started dialing.
He yanked it right out of my hand. I gasped and lunged at him, trying to grab it, but he was too tall, holding it above his head. His eyes narrowed and he stared down at me, a satisfied sneer on his face.
“Ryder, please.” I huffed, arms folded across my chest, pouting. I wasn’t in the mood for games. I'd had enough shit for one night.
“You will be begging me tonight. But not to leave.”
My eyebrow quirked. “I'm going home, like it or not.”
He continued as if I hadn’t said a word. “You’ll be begging me to make you come. Yeah.” He smirked.
“No. It’s over, and I’m lea—”
Big strong arms lifted me off my feet as if I were a feather. Next thing, I was hanging ass-up over Ryder’s shoulder.
“Dammit, Ryder. Put me down.” I squealed.
“Hush, you’ll wake Mia and the kids.” He strode toward the house with long determined steps.
I was equally single-minded. My fists pounded his back. “Put me down!”
I jerked as a hard slap landed on my ass.
“Quiet,” he growled.
“No!” I shouted.
Another smack. Harder. My ass stung like hell.
“Jade,” he hissed. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was clenching his jaw in that Ryder way he did so well. He set me down at the front door, his arm an iron cage around my waist, his hand covering my mouth. My eyes widened when I looked up into his. They were dark and stormy.
“Now listen the fuck up. You’re staying. You can fight, but you can't run.” He removed his hand from my mouth warily. “I'm going to unlock the door now. Think of Mia and the kids, and for fuck’s sake keep quiet. We don’t want to wake them at two in the morning. OK?”
I nodded. I didn’t want Mia to see me like this. And I didn’t want to disturb the little ones’ sleep. I’d wait till we got to his room before I attempted my escape. He had to let me go—nothing good could come from this.
Without a word, he knelt down in front of me, his hands on the backs of my thighs, ensuring I wasn’t going anywhere. Sweet Jesus, what was he going to do to me now? My heart beat erratically in my chest, my pussy clenching as his warm breath caressed over my skin.
His face was right in front of my sex. He took a deep breath.
Jesus. Shit.
My panties flooded with my juices. I couldn’t stop them even if I wanted to.
“Ahhh, fuck,” Ryder groaned, his voice primal and guttural.
I sucked in a breath, my knees growing weak. He lifted a foot onto his knee.
What the hell?
I closed my eyes.
Oh sweet Jesus, I wanted his mouth on me.
I expected him to dive in under my dress that was hardly covering my mound. Instead he let out a deep sigh and removed my shoe. He set my foot down again, and proceeded to do the same with the other foot.
I stood barefoot in front of him now, his face inches from my pussy.
He chuckled softly and licked the exposed skin on top of my thigh, just above where the lace of my stocking ended. By now, my legs were trembling. He gripped my hips and jerked me toward his face, then pushed my legs open and my thong to the side, nose-diving straight into my wetness. His tongue tasted me in one long swoop.
“Christ,” he groaned, “so fucking wet for me.”
He plunged two fingers inside. I whimpered, opening my legs wider, like a slut wanting more. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding his head to my sex. I was practically fucking his face—in front of the open door.
Ryder stood up quickly, my shoes clattering to the ground as he lifted me into his arms.
“Got to have you now,” he hissed. “You’re so ready for fucking.”
I leaned my head against his chest and breathed him in. He smelled like sex. God, what was it about this man that messed with my head so much I couldn’t think straight?
“Hmmm,” I moaned, unable to produce a coherent sentence.
He carried me in through the dimly lit hallway to the guest room where I had fallen asleep with the kids a few weeks ago. I hadn’t known then that this was where Ryder slept. I'd assumed Mia was his woman, and that he slept with her in the master bedroom. A twinge stabbing at my heart made me realize how little I liked the idea of Ryder fucking Mia.
No, I wanted Ryder to fuck me. And only me.
He pushed the door closed with the back of his foot and set me down on the bed. My eyes were still adjusting to the darkness of the room when I heard a belt buckle crashing to the floor, and then the slide of a zipper. He clapped his hands twice, and the bedside lamps lit up automatically.
I gasped. His beautiful erection was standing proud, thick veins from his cock pulsing, pre-cum on the tip glowing in the soft light.
I licked my lips involuntarily.
Ryder grinned, knowing exactly what I wanted. To taste him.
He crawled up the bed, covering my body with his. He pushed my dress up to my waist.
Sucking in a breath, he warned me. “This is going to be hard and fast, Princess. We have the rest of the night to fuck slowly. There will be no sleeping.”
I swallowed hard.
“You can taste me. Later. Now I'm going to fuck the shit out of your pussy that’s already so wet for me.”
He sat back and pushed my legs open, his thick fingers wrapping around the thin elastic of my thong, and with a strong jerk, he ripped them right off my body.
I was fully exposed to his eyes for the first time.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he growled, his eyes on fire.
Coming from Ryder, that was the best compliment I'd ever had.
His thumb circled my clit, pushing my need for him up another notch. I whimpered, needy, ready, wanting him inside me.
Ryder didn’t disappoint. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the pre-cum over the tip with his thumb. I drew in a breath—watching him being so primal was erotic beyond words. He quickly rolled a condom on and nudged my opening, rubbing his cock in my wet folds, lubricating himself so he would slide into me like a hot knife into butter.
Jesus, it was sexy. My pussy was throbbing—my heartbeat in my sex. Frantic. Wild. Ready.
He thrust into me with a feral animalistic groan, his hips bucking as he fucked me hard. No slow stroking, no stretching me first. He was as caveman as a guy could get.
And I loved it.
He bit into my shoulder, his balls slapping against my ass as he drove into me again and again.
I slipped my arms under his T-shirt and dug my nails into his skin, pushing my heels into his ass so he would go deeper.
“Greedy li
ttle cunt,” Ryder rasped.
“Yes,” I hissed. I knew it, and right now I didn’t care, as long as he kept fucking me hard. I'd never been fucked like this before, and I knew that after this, I could never go back to gentle-only again.
“Going to come, babe. Your pussy’s so tight.”
Damn, his dirty mouth turned me on, his words pushing me over the edge.
“Me . . . me too,” I moaned, trying my best to be quiet. I definitely didn’t want Mia or the kids waking and hearing our sexual grunting noises.
“Come.” His voice was husky yet demanding.
Just that one word and I spiraled out of control, my sex clenching wildly, gripping his cock as I rode my orgasm, thrusting my hips to meet his.
“Fuck, bitch . . . Princess . . . Jade. Fuck.”
He let go, pumping into me violently as he bit into my neck.
Our chests heaved, our breathing out of control, desperate for air, our bodies trembling as we held one another.
“Never.” Ryder panted. “Never . . . had a woman like you. You're my bitch, now. Only mine. That pussy is mine.”
I laughed softly. Yeah, I was his bitch. And my pussy was definitely his.
For now, at least.
Tomorrow? Hell, I didn’t know.
Chapter 3 ~ Ryder
Princess had me by the balls. Every time I got inside her pussy, it just made me crave more. I couldn’t get enough of her.
I knew without a doubt that I couldn’t settle for anything less. There was something so different with Jade, a tugging at my heart and soul I'd never felt before. I was in fucking unknown territory. Usually it excited the hell out of me—I thrived on challenges and exploring new opportunities. But this was on another level completely.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to understand what was going on with me.
“Ryder, I’ve got to go,” she whispered, her face buried in my neck.
“No.” I grunted. “Stay.”
“My family—”
I couldn’t let her go. “I'm not done with you, babe. That was just the start.”
“Yeah? And then, Ryder? What about tomorrow, and the next day? It just gets harder the more we do this.”
I looked into her eyes. They were sad.
“Night ain't over, Princess. You said we had one night. Till the sun rises you’re still mine.”
“Ryder,” she gasped.
“Call your family. That’s what phones are for. Tell them you’re safe, and that you aren’t coming home tonight.”
She stared at me for a long time. Different emotions flickered through her eyes. I watched in amazement as she battled with her inner self. Would she stay? Did she understand how much I wanted her?
After what felt like forever, the ends of her mouth curved up ever-so-slightly.
I’d won.
“OK. But only tonight. When the sun rises, it’s over. Deal?”
I grinned. It wasn’t exactly the answer I’d wanted, but it would do. For now. Tomorrow I'd make other plans.
“Deal.” I nodded my head.
She sat up, and opened her purse to find her phone. She quickly dialed the number and spoke to her father. From their conversation I gathered that her old man was relieved that she was OK, but he wasn’t happy that she wasn’t coming home. Jade evaded his questions about where she was, and what had happened, telling him that they’d discuss it when she was back.
She’s going to be a kick-ass lawyer.
I grabbed two beers from the mini-bar fridge in my room. Yeah, go figure. This guest room was more like a hotel suite. It had a large desk as well as a seating area with two couches. The bathroom was five-star—not that I'd really know as I’d never seen anything as fancy as that. It featured an enormous bath—big enough for an orgy—and had massaging jets and gold taps. The shit rich people spent their cash on . . .
Jade must’ve been thirsty ‘cause she leaned against the headboard and gulped the beer down. Or was she using the alcohol to calm her nerves?
My gaze raked her body. I wanted to see what was under her dress. I wanted my hands on her perky tits. With Mia and the kids in the house, I couldn’t do to her what I really wanted to, but I knew we’d get to that in time.
My dick was still half-mast, ready for more action, but slower this time. At least, I'd try to go slower. When my need for her overtook me, I became wild and frantic, almost ape-like in my desire for her.
No wonder she called me a caveman . . .
“Tell me about your brother?” The bed dipped as I sat my naked ass beside her.
“What do you want to know?” she asked, casting her eyes down. Yeah, she was going to pull the lawyer trick on me, too. She was going to evade my questions.
“You said he was a mean-ass cop.” I took a long sip of my beer. Damn it tasted good. “Tell me more?”
“Oh, he’s with Special Ops. I don’t know all that much. Harrison’s pretty secretive about it. All I know it has to do with protecting our country against terrorists and eliminating illegal weapons. He won't tell me more. For my own protection, he said.” Her eyes were cast down, and there was a sadness tugging at the corners of her mouth as she spoke about him.
She sighed heavily. Suspecting there was more to the story, I kept silent, encouraging her to keep talking. She fell silent for a while, and just as I was about to give up on her offering more information, she spoke again.
“Ten years ago, something terrible happened that changed him forever. And me, too.” She closed her eyes as if to hide her pain.
My head jerked up. Now I fucking had to know more. I narrowed my eyes and watched her, still staying silent even though I had a hundred questions running through my brain.
“What happened?” I asked softly when she went all quiet. She was so deep in her thoughts I worried she’d fallen asleep.
“It was all my fault. What happened to Amy. And the others.” She bit her lower lip, her chin quivering. Fuck, she was going to cry. I hated when women cried. I never knew what the fuck to do.
“Princess, it’s OK.” Pulling her foot onto my lap, I stroked it, massaging her soles with my thumb. Her shoulders relaxed slightly and she blew out a long heavy breath.
“I haven’t spoken about it in years. More than seven, actually. After my therapy, I locked it away in a file in my brain and I tried to forget it ever happened. I'm trying to just move on with my life. Without the guilt.”
What in fuck’s name could have happened? And who was Amy? And what did it have to do with Harrison? So many fucking questions, but I didn't want to harass her with my curiosity. At least, not yet.
Clearly it was a big deal. Tears were streaming down Jade’s cheeks. Fuck, I hadn’t meant to bring her pain. I knew all about burying the hurt so deep that it got lost in a dark corner of one’s soul.
“Babe. It’s OK.” I put both our empty beer bottles on the table, and scooted over to hold her. Seeing my woman less than happy had a strange effect on me, twisting my heart and squeezing the fuck out of it.
Jade rubbed at her chest, then looked up at me with her big blue eyes. Fuck, I drowned in those eyes. For a minute there the world stood still.
Then she started laughing. Yeah. Laughing.
“Babe. You OK?” Was she losing the plot?
“You look so funny wearing only a tee and socks.”
She was right. It wasn’t my best look. I'd never cared what a bitch thought before. Why did I suddenly care now? I leaned over and pulled off my socks, throwing them into the corner.
“Better?” I grinned.
She quirked an eyebrow. “The tee?”
I pulled it over my head, and sent it to join my socks.
This woman was going to be the best fucking lawyer in the state.
She had question-evasion down to an art.
Chapter 4 ~ Jade
Stunned, I sucked in a breath.
I’d changed the subject purposely to distract Ryder from asking too many questions. But I’d never bargained on getting tota
lly distracted myself.
Ryder was magnificent. His body was lean, yet muscled, with large pecs and washboard abs that left me speechless. The hardness of his body was such a strong contrast to my own soft curves that it had me salivating just at the thought of running my fingers over his skin to feel that hardness beneath my palms.
My gaze followed the deep V that flanked his groin and came to rest on his cock. A smile twitched the corners of my mouth as I admired both the length and breadth of the beast that had ravaged me and driven me to orgasm.
Yes. Ryder Knox was a fine specimen of alpha-maleness indeed. And tonight he was mine. All mine.
His sculpted body and artful tattoos took my breath away. If I'd ever been on the fence before about an inked body, I was a convert now. I traced a finger up his arm, following the tattoo of the cobra’s tail from the top of Ryder’s hand, curling its way up his forearm to his bicep and triceps. His muscles flexed in reaction to my feather-like strokes. Curling my fingers, I squeezed his upper arm. Feeling his brute strength flipped my stomach and made my pussy clench. Here was a man who could protect me against harm. It was intoxicating.
My hand floated over his chest toward the tattoo above his heart. It was beautiful; a red and yellow exotic bird with a long sweeping tail that ended just above his nipple. I sucked in a breath when my eyes fell on his nipple ring. God, it was sexy. I had to touch it. I dipped my head and licked his nipple, sucking gently on the piercing.
The feral groan that rumbled from his chest made my heart sing. I liked that I could affect him this much.
My tongue traced down the center of his torso, kissing and lapping its way south, passed the sprinkling of hair that took me directly to the pot of gold. I ignored his cock, which by now had grown in length and width, and was bobbing its head for my attention. I kissed the V on each side of his loin, eliciting an even deeper groan.
“Fuck, babe. What are you doing to me?” I looked up at him from under my lashes. His pupils were fully dilated, a fine mist of sweat covering his skin.
I went in for the kill. Without touching him with my hands, I licked the pre-cum from his tip before rimming his cock with my mouth. Listening for his panting breaths, I gauged how well I was doing, increasing the pressure of my lips as I ran them up and down his shaft.