by Jani Kay
I was going to fuck her hard.
“Ryder.” She moaned into the cool night air. I loved the way she said my name.
“Fucking beg, Princess.” I bet she’d never had to beg for anything in her life.
“Please.” She begged, her breath hitching.
“That’s it, bitch.” I rasped.
I fumbled in the dark, undoing the belt and zipper of my jeans.
“Free me,” I ordered.
Both her hands came forward and pushed the jeans down, gripping my cock between her palms and squeezing. Greedy little bitch.
Condom. I rolled it on slowly and made her wait. Her eyes glistened in the night.
“Open your legs,” I grunted. I wanted in.
I directed my cock to her pussy and rubbed the head against her wetness. At this rate, I was going to come the instant I sank into her warmth. I pushed into her all at once—she took me with a loud moan, digging her nails into my skin.
Leaning forward, I pulled her dress down to expose her tits. I cupped one heavy breast in my palm, kneading it while I sucked the nipple of the other into my mouth. I nipped the hard bud with my teeth. She hissed, throwing her head back. Laving the nipple with my tongue, I licked up her chest, then along her swan-like neck, till I got to her jaw. With my teeth, I bit along her jaw, then worked my way back, licking her skin—the taste of salt and vanilla kicked my senses up a notch.
Fuck how screwed up this was. A princess and a biker. It couldn’t work in a million years. I knew that. Yet, I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to.
She panted, short bursts of air, till my mouth covered hers, swallowing her breath.
I was going to take what I wanted.
All of it.
Fuck the consequences.
I pulled back and thrust into her, balls deep. Bitch took all of me, every inch. Without restraint. No holding back. Her fingers twisted in my hair, pulling at the strands.
My hips took over, plundering her cunt, over and over. Hard. Frantic.
She met me halfway, stroke for stroke. Eager. Hungry.
Her moans, loud into the quiet of the night, encouraged me to go even harder.
My tongue fucked her mouth, my cock riding her pussy.
We both groaned—like wild animals in heat—consuming one another.
I slipped a finger between us and rubbed her clit. She was close—wet and slippery, milking my cock, sucking it deeper. I loved a greedy pussy.
“Come, bitch,” I ordered.
“Ryder,” she rasped, letting go.
Her orgasm shook her body and she screamed my name into the night.
“Fuck. That’s it.” The way she responded to me had my cock burst, pumping into her until there was nothing left to give.
My chest tightened—there was no going back.
I wanted more of this pussy.
More of this bitch.
On the back of my bike.
Chapter 27 ~ Ryder
“Ryder?” she whispered, out of breath. Her forehead rested against my chest.
“Yeah?” I drawled, still in a trance, with my chest heaving.
“This can never happen again. Ever.” Her voice was terse.
I blinked a few times. “What do you mean?”
“I told you: one night only. This was it.”
I shook my head. Impossible.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I growled.
Now that I’d had her, there was no fucking way in hell I wasn’t getting seconds. And thirds.
“This is our only time. It’s just the way it has to be.”
“Why? Tell me…” I demanded.
Her big eyes were sad. “My family. My brother. If they ever saw me with you—.”
“Stop fighting me, Princess. We already have the fucking odds stacked against us.” I placed a kiss in her hair.
“You’re not listening to me.”
I didn't want to hear any more of this bullshit.
“Shut up, woman. I haven’t finished with you yet. That was just starters.”
She sucked in a breath.
“Lean back, hold on to the handlebars behind you.”
She hesitated for a moment.
“Fucking now,” I growled.
Like the good girl she was, she did as she was told. “Now open those legs for me. I want to taste your pussy.”
“Ryder,” she whispered, her voice shaky.
I cocked an eyebrow, she was always challenging me. “Open.”
Her knees fell open, exposing her juicy, still swollen, cunt to my eyes. It was my turn to draw in a breath. “Fuck, you need more, don't you?”
She bit her lip, staring at me.
“Answer me, bitch.”
“Yes,” she murmured, her eyes screwed shut.
“Tell me you want me to eat your pussy.”
She whimpered, her chin trembling.
“Beg me,” I demanded.
“Please.” Her voice was so soft I could hardly hear her.
“Please what? Tell me what you want me to do, Princess. Do you want me to eat your pussy or not?”
“Yes. Eat me. Please.” She was learning fast. Smart girl.
Her legs spread even wider. Her pussy glistened in the light of the moon. Fuck. I had to taste her juices. I knew it would be unlike anything I'd tasted before.
With my fingers, I opened her lips to expose her clit. I leaned forward and buried my head between her legs. With one long sweep, I licked her pussy. Just as I thought: sweet. My cock jerked. I licked her dry, eating that sweet pussy like a starving man. She whimpered, pushing her mound up into my face. I loved how she responded, always greedy, always wanting it all. She shuddered when I plunged two fingers inside, stroking her.
She moaned, “Oh God.”
“Fuck my fingers,” I groaned.
“I'm going to come,” she panted, “I’m so close.”
“Fuck my face, while I eat you.” I rasped, my tongue circling her clit.
“God. Yes,” she cried out, bucking her hips. Her knees trembled under my hands.
I withdrew my fingers and fucked her with my tongue.
“Come for me,” I ordered, knowing she was ready to explode. My words would push her over the edge. Bitch loved me telling her what to do.
“Ryder. Oh God,” she cried into the night, her fingers twisting in my hair, her body convulsing.
Yeah.
Stroking her thighs and kissing her stomach, I let her come down from her high. I moved up her body and kissed her mouth, letting her taste herself. She kissed me back, no hesitation.
Yeah, she was perfect.
My turn.
I let go of her mouth and moved away from her.
“Get off the bike.”
She opened her mouth to speak.
“No talking. The only time you’ll open that mouth is to take my cock.”
She nodded, sliding her ass off the seat.
I leaned against the bike. “Suck me,” I grunted.
For a split second I saw a question in her eyes. Then she bent forward, a curtain of hair falling over her face. I wanted to watch. I gripped her hair and pulled it away just as her tongue flicked out to lick my pre-cum.
“Princess,” I hissed as her tongue rimmed the head.
She took me in her mouth, all the way to the back, without gagging.
Jesus, she was more than perfect.
I held her hair as she sucked and licked, her hands on my thighs.
“Enough,” I rumbled from within my chest, pulling her back by her thick hair so that my cock slipped out of her mouth.
I pushed away from the bike. “Bend over. I'm going to fuck you now.”
She obeyed. Without a murmur, she hitched her dress up to her hips, exposing her naked flesh to the cool air.
I sucked in a breath. Fuck, she was beautiful.
She leaned over the seat, her perfect heart shaped ass in the air, waiting for my dick to enter her from behind. I rolled a condom on, quickly this time,
eager to sink into her. I kicked her legs open wider and stood between them.
“Hold on babe, this is going to be brutal.”
She gripped onto the seat as I slid into her all at once. She moaned, pushing her ass backward to meet me—her eagerness pushed me over the fucking edge.
“Going to fuck you hard,” I grunted.
“Uh-hmmm,” she replied.
Fuck me. She wanted it hard. So that’s what I gave her.
I came within three strokes. An all time record for me. No other bitch had ever gotten me this worked up. Ever.
My princess bitch was the perfect woman for me.
Chapter 28 ~ Jade
I'd behaved like a slut. But it was worth it. I'd just had the best sex of my life.
Pity it couldn't ever happen again.
Ryder didn't believe me when I told him earlier. He was going to find out the hard way.
So this was what it felt like to let go. To have multiple orgasms. To be thoroughly fucked by a magnificent man who knew what he wanted.
Nothing would ever compare to this experience. I was glad I'd had the opportunity to have this one night with Ryder. I'd given freely and received so much in return. Ryder was indeed the sex god I'd imagined him to be.
It was everything I'd always hoped for. When reading romance novels and dreaming about the perfect man, playing with BOB, I'd hoped it would be this good.
Poor BOB, he'd have a hard time to satisfy me after this.
Ryder scooped me into his arms, pulling me tightly to his chest.
I let him hold me, savoring the moment, his warmth and his closeness, because the memory of tonight would have to last a long time.
To Ryder, I was most likely nothing more than another fuck—quickly forgotten when the next one came along. My heart twisted at the thought. If only there could be more.
But I was a realist too, in spite of being a hopeless romantic. I knew it was impossible. We were completely wrong for one another. We couldn't be more different—in every way.
And there was my family to contend with too.
“Babe,” he groaned, “got to get you home now. I've got to get back to the house.”
At least he had a valid reason. He wasn’t giving me a bullshit story, just to get rid of me now he’d had me.
“Yes, we better get back.” More than likely my parents were worried about me by now. Dad probably had Harrison and half of the LAPD looking for me. He had connections in high places, and he’d use them in a situation like this.
What had Marcus told him, if anything?
This was going to be more than complicated to explain to my family.
Yet, I would never regret this one night of wild abandon. Now I could settle for the life my parents wanted for me, at least knowing I’d had one night of uninhibited fucking. Every person should experience it at least once in their lifetime. I’d had my shot at it tonight—I was happy.
“You can't drop me at home. My family is probably looking for me by now.”
Shaking his head, Ryder growled, “I need to know that you are home safely.”
“My family will see you. That’s not safe for you.”
“I'm not good enough for you,” he said, his face deadpan.
I shook my head. “No, it’s not that.” I bit my lip, hesitating. “My brother—he’s a cop.”
He sucked in a breath.
“And—?” He sensed that there was more to my revelation than I was letting on.
“He...he hates bikers.”
His eyebrow quirked. I had his full attention now.
“With a vengeance.” Even that was putting it mildly.
He cupped my face and tilted my head so that I was staring into his eyes.
“If you rate me as someone who gives a flying fuck about what other people think of me, you are sorely mistaken.”
“Ryder—”
He placed a finger on my lips, silencing me.
“The only person—outside of my club—whose opinion about me counts, is right in front of me, staring at me with big blue eyes, and a mouth with lips so sweet, I just want to kiss the shit out of them.”
“He’ll kill you, Ryder.”
“Let him give it his best shot. Because when I want something, I always get it. And right now, I want more of your sweet pussy. Ain't nobody gonna stop me getting that.”
My heartbeat quickened. “Yeah?” It was the crudest way a man could tell a woman he wanted her, but coming from Ryder, it was sexy as hell.
“Yeah. Bet your pussy is clenching right now. Bet you want me again.”
I gasped. How did he know? Was I that transparent?
He chuckled, “I know because my cock is aching to get back inside you. I love your greedy little cunt.”
“Sweet Jesus, Ryder!” I slapped his arm, even though his dirty talking turned me on beyond comprehension. And the way he called me bitch…and princess…every word from his mouth dripped with sexual innuendo. It was the way he said it, not the words themselves. I couldn’t get enough.
“You were made for fucking, bitch. And I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk. That pussy’s mine now. For as long as it’s mine, no other man will touch you.”
He was thinking with his dick. That didn't bode well for when he realized just what I'd told him.
After The Incident, Harrison had zero tolerance toward MC clubs and bikers. He blamed them for ruining his life. My brother would kill him on sight if he knew I'd fucked Ryder.
My life had just become complicated. It had more twists than any romance novel I'd ever read. Because I wouldn’t be able to resist Ryder, even if I knew it could lead to his death.
How fucked up was that?
“I'm serious. This can't happen again. You can't come anywhere near me. It’s not going to end well. I don't want you dead.”
He laughed, a low ominous sound. “I'll take my chances. Your pussy is mine. Nothing is going to stop me from taking it whenever I want it. And that will be all the time. Get used to it, Princess.”
Full blown dread rose in my chest. My throat tightened until I struggled to breathe.
The stubborn asshole biker isn’t going to listen to me.
Two men I cared about were going to be at war, and I was helpless to stop it.
There would be casualties. Blood even.
Two worlds were colliding.
Mine and Ryder’s.
Just what in heaven’s name had I gotten myself into?
Two Worlds Colliding
Synopsis
SCORPIONS MC ~ Two Worlds Colliding (Book #1)
All any woman ever wants, is to know that she’s worth fighting for.
All any man ever wants, is to know that he can take care of his woman.
Protect her, provide for her, look after her needs and desires.
That’s enough. Right?
WRONG.
It matters where they come from.
It matters who their family is.
Especially when it’s from polar opposite worlds.
Opposites attract. Ryder and Jade are drawn to one another like magnets.
The Princess and the Biker.
They fall in lust—hard.
But is it strong enough to lead to love when everything is stacked against them?
Will Jade follow her heart or her head?
Ryder OR her family.
Can Ryder forget his allegiance to his brothers and his club to have his Princess?
Jade OR his family.
Is Jade worth fighting for?
What happens when Ryder and Jade’s two worlds collide?
Is what they have strong enough to overcome the odds?
Or will their worlds destroy one another and rip them apart.
Is the ultimate price too high?
Full length standalone novel continuing Ryder & Jade’s story,
Target release date: 18 March 2014
NB: Characters from The Firebird Series: ‘Lost In France’ also make an appearance in
Scorpions MC ~ Ryder.
Ryder’s half brother Maxwell Grant features in Ryder’s story. If you would like to read more about Max, you will enjoy Lost In France.
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To Kylie from Give Me Books – you work so hard, woman — you are amazing – always quick to help, no matter what. You were the first person to reach out to me just after I hit the publish button on Amazon for the very first time, taking me under your wing and helping this newbie get her feet wet in the blogosphere. Oh and what a steep learning curve it’s been…and so much fun. I didn’t even know what I didn’t know back then.