by Jani Kay
“Suck me,” he demanded, grabbing a fist full of hair and pushing his cock into my mouth. I took him deep, nearly balls-deep. He was too big to take all the way without gagging, so I quickly fisted the base of his cock to fully envelop him.
I sucked.
He groaned.
I pumped his cock with my fist till he pulled my head right back, releasing his cock.
“Jesus. You’ll make me come if you keep that up for another second.”
I licked my lips and smiled up at him. The expression on his face was priceless: half-dazed, half in agony, I knew he was close to the point of no return.
Ryder pulled me up his body, and I felt my hardened nipples scrape along his skin. He let out a long hiss. Holding the back of my head, he kissed me long and hard, every ounce of his longing poured into that one kiss. Finally he released my mouth.
“Ride me. Make me come hard,” he ordered, his voice gruff.
Yes.
I was dying to get his cock inside me. I ripped the foil with my teeth, barely caring if I bit a hole in the fucking condom, I was that desperate to have him fill me. My fingers trembled as I placed it onto the tip of his cock. He sensed my uncertainty and covered my hands with his, helping me to roll it on. Shit, it was sexy as hell. I squeezed my thighs together, the ache in my pussy becoming unbearable.
“Eager, Princess?” he murmured, chuckling softly.
I nodded. We were equally desperate, and this wasn’t the time for talking.
Pushing upward, I lifted my body and his hands cupped my ass and squeezed. “Perfect. Your ass is perfect.”
I smiled back at him as I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my waiting entrance.
“Ryder,” I gasped as his hands guided me down and his cock drove into me, filling me to the hilt.
“Good girl.” It was a fullness I loved experiencing.
“Now ride me,” he said, a smile twisting the corners of his mouth as he reached up and grabbed my breasts in both hands and squeezed hard.
Finding strength in my thighs, I rode his cock, slamming down onto his balls each time. He pulled me forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth before biting down on the hard nub. I squealed, trying hard not to make a noise. The combination of pleasure and pain drove me to the edge.
His fingers found their way to my clit and he circled the sensitive bud till all my senses exploded. “Ryder. Please. I'm going to come.” I panted, frantic for release.
“Come, baby. Come for me.” His voice was husky, and his command sent me over the edge.
I let go. “Yes. Baby,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. Wave after wave of delicious ripples passed through my body, gripping his cock as I convulsed around him.
“Fuck. That’s it for me too.”
His eyes rolled back in his head before he closed them and I watched his beautiful face as he came apart, pumping into me.
He pulled me to his chest and I lay on top of him. His arms tightened around me, his chest heaving with exertion. He planted a kiss on my forehead.
Completely sated, we fell asleep as the birds started twittering outside, a sure sign that dawn was approaching.
Chapter 5 ~ Jade
The morning had come all too quickly, and Ryder and I had dozed off in one another’s arms, exhausted, sweaty, and thoroughly fucked. I would probably still be sleeping if it weren’t for my phone waking me. I let it go to voicemail.
Since I was awake, I decided to get home before Ryder woke and tried to stop me. I slipped on my dress and tiptoed to the door. Luckily Ryder was out cold, so I snuck out of the house and found my shoes by the front door. I walked to the sidewalk before I called for a taxi.
While I waited for the taxi, I scrolled through the nine text messages Marcus had left me. Then I listened to the thirteen voice messages, deleting them one by one. From what I could gather, Marcus was in a spin; he’d left the party and gone home, avoiding my father so that he didn’t need to explain to him that I’d caught him with his pants down and his dick inside the new secretary. Or that I’d gone off on the back of a badass biker’s motorcycle. I suppressed the urge to giggle, thinking of Marcus and his panicked expression when we rode off, leaving him on the sidewalk.
I didn’t think Marcus ever imagined that good girl Jade would really go through with something like that. And he was right—a mere few months ago I wouldn’t have dreamed that I’d behave like this. Jesus, I would’ve slapped a libel suit on anyone who dared to degrade and insult me with such an accusation.
Now, here I was, sneaking to my bedroom like a teenager, my shoes in my hand, wearing Ryder’s shirt over my dress. I looked a goddamn mess, and I hoped I could get to my room before being spotted and interrogated.
“Jade, is that you, honey?” Mom’s voice was laced with worry.
“Yes, I’m home. And everything’s fine.”
She caught me just as I reached my bedroom. Her eyes narrowed and she drew a deep breath. “I’m glad you’re safe. But you had me really worried. It’s not like you, Jade. You didn’t even behave like this when you were younger. . .”
“I know. And maybe I should’ve. Because I grew up to quickly, and never had a chance to just be a crazy teenager.”
“Then why start now? Who is the man that you slept with last night? I know it’s not Marcus. And good Lord, you look a mess. Must’ve been a rough night.”
Mom never sugarcoated her words. I appreciated that about her, because I always knew exactly where I stood.
“Daddy?” I enquired, yawning behind my hand. My eyes were about to fall closed. I’d hardly slept and after the vigorous . . . exercise Ryder had put me through, I was sore and tired.
She shook her head. “He’s asleep. I gave him something to help him doze off. Go have a shower, Jade. I’ll bring you a cup of tea. Looks like you could do with it.”
I shot her a grateful glance. I wasn’t off the hook—I knew Sylvia Summers better than that—but she’d let me clean up and sleep first, so that I was up to the full-on interrogation that lay ahead.
“Dad called Harrison. Just thought you should know. All Marcus said after Dad finally got through to his phone is that you left on the back of a motorcycle. Is that true?” A small smile twisted the corners of her mouth. She was the one who’d taught me to always know the rules so that I could break them properly if need be.
I nodded. “Yes. But there’s much more to the story that I’m sure Marcus didn’t bother to elaborate on.”
She gave me a knowing smile. “As there always is. I’ll go make that tea now, and we can talk later.”
As soon as she left, I went for a shower. The sooner I washed the smell of Ryder off my body, the better. He’d covered every inch of my skin with his mouth, and as I touched myself while soaping up, I couldn’t help but remember the ecstasy all over again. I was sore, but it was a feeling I’d never known before, and something I definitely wanted to feel again.
With Ryder.
And there lay the problem. Now that he’d stoked my fire, it was going to be difficult to smother the flames. Just thinking about him made my heart beat that bit faster.
I needed to sleep. It was the only way my brain could process all of this and become clear again. I had to shake the sex fog, and become the practical woman I always was.
But it had felt so good to be free.
So good to give myself completely.
So good to be thoroughly fucked by a gorgeous, strong and virile man like Ryder Knox.
Thankful that Mom had just left the tea on my bedside table. I drank it and crawled between the sheets.
A smile came to my lips. I wanted Ryder messing on these Egyptian cotton sheets while fucking me into oblivion.
I needed to find my own place.
Soon.
Chapter 6 ~ Ryder
I rolled over and reached for her. How was it possible that it felt like Jade had always belonged here—in my bed? I couldn’t get enough of her. Everything about her turned me on: the
taste of her skin, her mouth . . . and her pussy. But not only her body and the way she looked—I loved the way her mind worked too. And there was something sweet and caring about her that appealed to me more than I’d want to admit.
But what I loved most, was that my good girl could turn into a naughty girl when she was with me. Yeah.
I wanted to savor her all over again. Fuck, I was getting hard just thinking of where my mouth and dick had been.
Jade wasn’t in the bed.
“Babe?” I called out. I knew women went to the bathroom a lot after sex. And we’d been fucking all night long.
No answer. Was Princess playing tricks on me? Or maybe she’d fallen asleep in the bathroom? I wouldn’t blame her. It had been a night like no other.
I got up and sauntered to the bathroom, my half-mast dick swinging as I thought of what I was going to do to her when I got her back into the bed. Yeah. My Princess had a fire in her I didn’t think I could ever quench. Her greedy pussy just wanted more, no matter how much I’d given her. Next time we were together, I wanted to take her bare. Skin to skin. We needed to have a talk about that . . .
The bathroom was empty. OK. Maybe the balcony? No.
She’d left. Fuck.
I wanted to spend more time with her.
I couldn’t get enough.
Chapter 7 ~ Jade
Spread across the bed, lying on my stomach, and paging through the newspaper, I was looking for rental apartments near Daddy’s offices. If I was going to move out, I wanted to be close enough to work so that I didn’t spend inordinate amounts of time in traffic jams.
A knock on my door had my head jerking up. Oh shit. Daddy. It was time for the talk.
“Morning, honey. Can I come in?”
I don’t know why he asked, because he was already standing by my bedside, peering over my shoulder at the newspaper. He didn’t say anything, he just coughed.
Daddy knows.
He made himself comfortable on my dresser stool, looking very handsome in his tennis outfit. For a man of fifty-three, he was extremely fit. My father went to gym every morning before going to the office, because he believed that a healthy body housed a healthy mind. He also held the opinion that everything was easier if he took his stress out on weights and punching bags.
“Do you want to tell me what happened last night with Marcus? And explain why you went off on a motorcycle and didn’t come home until this morning?”
His eyes were hard, belying the smile on his lips. He made me feel like a small child. But this time I was standing up for myself. For far too long, I’d allowed my parents to steer my life.
I sat up, folding my legs underneath me. It was going to be hard to convince him to let me make my own mistakes and also that I needed the freedom to make my own choices—whatever they were.
Because I knew that part of living was to experience pain and loss and hurt. That was the only way to also know happiness and gratitude and live a full life.
As I relayed what’d happened, he sucked in a breath, his jaw setting as he clenched his teeth. Edward Summers was not a man anyone messed with. Both Harrison and I had inherited his tenacious characteristics. Right now, I wouldn’t want to be Marcus.
“Tell me about the man you left with—on the back of his motorcycle, no less,” he demanded. “How do you know him?” The sneer on his face got my hackles up immediately. He was judging Ryder without ever having met him, or knowing anything about him.
Strange how only a few months ago, I would’ve also pulled my nose up in disgust. But now I knew better. I knew not to judge a person by appearances alone.
“He’s the man I met at the agency. The one I told you had rented the house in Beverly Hills. He just happened to be there when I needed him. Kind of my knight on a rumbling horse.” I laughed, remembering the awkwardness of it all at the time.
Daddy was less amused. “The rude biker guy? Jade! And you actually got on the back of his motorcycle? I’ve always warned you about staying away from strangers, but this is even worse.” His eyebrows furrowed, and his lips thinned into a grimace.
I rolled my eyes. “Daddy, he’s not that bad when you get to know him. He’s helping out a friend’s family. That says a lot about a man’s character.”
“But Jade, you were the one who told me how unmannered he was. How you didn't trust his motives for renting the house. Now you‘ve done a flip on that assessment?” His eyebrows raised as he glared at me, not pleased at all.
“I got to know him a little during the house inspections. He’s a little rough on the outside, I admit, but underneath that exterior is a good heart.”
“Are you hearing yourself? Since when did criminals have good hearts? I don’t like this one bit, Jade. I’m not even telling your mother about this conversation—she’d lock you in your room. Besides, you’re a qualified lawyer now, you should know better than anyone that leopards don’t change their spots.”
“Ah, but what if he never was a leopard to begin with?” I countered.
“Don’t be smart with me, young lady. I'm looking out for your best interests. Bikers are not suitable for my daughter. It happened once, we’ll leave it at that, if you promise not to do it again.”
I sucked in a breath. “Daddy. Seriously?”
“Yes. And I know what happened with Marcus is distasteful. He should’ve been more discreet. But you aren’t formally engaged yet, so I will have a very serious talk with him and lay down the law for the future. It won't happen again, I promise you, sweetheart.”
My mouth went so dry, I nearly choked. I took a sip of orange juice and eyed my father carefully. “I'm not sure I’m understanding this. Let me see if I’ve got what you’re saying right. You’re saying what Marcus did is forgivable, and that you expect me to continue seeing and marrying him after your man-to-man talk?”
In all my years I’d never questioned my parents. I knew they had my best interests at heart, and only wanted happiness for both Harrison and myself. And now this? I couldn’t believe it.
“Oh, honey, no! The choice will be yours, but maybe it’s just a misunderstanding, and you can work things out. And if you still want Marcus, I’ll make sure he never repeats his despicable behavior.” Daddy leaned forward and placed his hand on my shoulder. His eyes had softened. “Masterton just seemed the perfect man for you. He’s going places, he’s smart, ambitious and . . . he can provide well for you.”
My breath hitched. “After what Marcus did, I expected you to want to cut his balls off. Not give him another chance. And no, I don’t want him. I’ve never been in love with Marcus. I’ll admit that he was everything I thought I wanted in a man. But he’s a cheater. He’s not loyal.”
I rubbed at the pain in my heart with my fist. Yet I was grateful I’d found out about Marcus before things got more serious. Before I gave him my body like I’d planned to do that fateful night—wanting to see if my heart would follow. But what I’d seen—his dick inside another woman—could never be unseen. If Marcus needed to fuck another girl, he clearly wasn’t that into me. Because if he was, he would have waited a few more hours—for me.
“I want a man who wants only me. I’ve learned that money and status and a pretty house with a white picket fence aren’t what I want, after all. I want love. And loyalty. I want to be the center of his universe. My man mustn’t even think of wanting another woman. So clearly, Marcus is not what I want.”
Daddy pursed his lips. He didn't like what I was saying. I think he’d hoped I’d forgive Marcus and move forward. But how could I be with a man who would only be loyal to me because my father threatened him? No, it had to be his choice to be faithful, because he wanted to. Because he had no need for anyone else.
“Jade, just think about it before you make up your mind. Your life can be great if you choose Marcus. He can give you everything you need.”
Solemn, I shook my head. “I'd always wondered which was more important. To love, or to be loved. Then I came across something that resonat
ed with me. Asking that question is like asking a bird which wing it needs most—its right wing or its left wing.”
My father cocked his head and smiled, encouraging me to tell him more. I loved that he was willing to listen to my point of view. My voice was barely above a whisper, I was that choked up.
“The truth is that a bird needs both wings to fly. The answer is balance. That’s what I want—to both receive and give love equally. Unconditionally. Completely. Can you understand that?”
Finally I understood what I really wanted. A ‘shopping’ list of characteristics to tick off didn't ensure my happily-ever-after. It wasn’t my mind that had to choose which man I spent the rest of my life with. That was entirely my heart’s job. And the man that was making my knees weak wasn’t the one my mind would’ve chosen, not in a million years.
He nodded. “I understand, because that’s what Mom and I have always had. But, Jade, choose wisely. Who you decide to spend your life with impacts on many other levels, too. Once the romance dies, you have to still like one another if it’s going to last.”
“I get that, Daddy. Which is exactly why I can't be with Marcus. I’d never trust him again.”
“So, tell me about the motorcycle man. Is there something I should know?” The way he quirked his eyebrow confirmed that he wasn’t too comfortable with this development.
“There’s not much to tell. He saved me from Marcus and seriously embarrassing moments; that’s all. He’s not my type, nor am I his, so there’s nothing to worry about.” Even as I tried to assure my father, my stomach flipped. The little voice in my head was getting louder. Was I telling him the truth?
I hated telling lies, especially to the two people I trusted most in the world. But I hadn’t quite figured it out myself yet. I was still eager to find my own place, even if I never saw Ryder again. It was time for the next step into adulthood.