Ryder - Caveman Insticts Book Three

by Gower, Hazel

  Scrubbing my face with my hand, I ground my fingers into my temple trying to stop a beginning migraine. I just fucking knew I was missing something that should be blindingly obvious, but I’d been over all the information I had what felt like a million times. Staring down at all the people I picked up for dealing X’s drugs, I looked for the pattern. They were all different. Two were your typical bad guy with serval arrests and even jail time, another one was a guy who had a sealed juvie record but hadn’t been, or I should say hadn’t gotten caught, breaking the law for six years. Two more were university students, with perfect records and good grades. One was a mother with a husband and family, two had been family guys like the woman. Two were elderly, one a man and another, the last person I would have ever thought to sell such a deadly drug, a grandma, with seven grandchildren. The money they’d been paid had been really good, but not what I thought to convince some of the people we’d caught.

  “You need a break and I have just the activity.” Startled, I darted my gaze from the paper on my table to Divinity who stood in the doorway. My beginning migraine disappeared as I drank in my woman, her hair in down in waves, her make-up done sultry, with smoky eyes and bright red lips. She was wearing a bright red baby-doll lingerie. Dark lace covered her breasts and sheer lace flared out to flash her belly button and to show the matching dark lace panties. Black stockings came up high and were topped with lace too. To finish off the outfit my little vixen lived up to her name and wore knee high back heels. Fuck-me boots.

  At the sight of her, my dick hardened and as she strutted towards me I groaned and adjusted myself and told myself not to come like a teenage boy. Fuck. She looked like a wet dream come to life. I was one lucky man.

  Easing my chair back I watched transfixed as she made her way to me, pushed all the papers to the side, and leaned against my desk. Needing to touch her I gathered her to me. “I would let you do anything to me looking like this. Damn vixen, you’re perfect.”

  Her giggle had my heart soaring. It was one of my favorite sounds. “I take it you like what I have in mind for your break.”

  I nodded. She squirmed out of my hold, lifted herself up, and seated herself on the edge of my desk. She spread her legs, leaned down and flashed me a good amount of cleavage. “What do you say we christen your desk?” She winked. “We haven’t done anything in here yet. I try and let you work.” She pouted. “I’m going to miss you though and I think while I’m at my dad’s trying to prevent fights between him and Arron, I should give you something to think of while you’re in here working.”

  Divinity wrapped her legs around me brought me in closer. I happily settled between her thighs. “Fuck yeah, I love the sound of that.”

  Running my hand up her legs I enjoyed the different, rougher texture of her stocking covered skin. She lowered her legs and eased back, placing the pointed boot on my chest. “I want you to get up and strip.”

  I stood and shoved my shirt up but she titters. “No. No. I said strip. Give me a show. Slowly.”

  My heartbeat picked up at her words and I slowed my pace. I inched my shirt up making sure I showed each flex of my muscles. When the shirt was over my head my skin heated at the flames of passion that flared in her eyes as she stared at me. She wiggled on the desk and I grinned at the fact I was affecting her too. I undid the button and she bit down on her bottom lip. As I slid the zipper down I could hear her panting. When the pants fell to my ankles and she saw I went commando and my hard cock sprang up large and proud, she moaned. Her index finger came up and she beckoned me to her, reached up and tugged me down until our lips met and she devoured me.

  I ground myself against her as the kiss drove our passion higher. I felt her nipples harden and I trailed my fingers up and under the baby-doll top. Divinity shivered and sank against me. Her hand came around and rubbed up and down my back.

  Wanting to taste her, I nibbled my way down her body, nipping at her neck and pausing to suck each nipple in before letting go and making my way further down. “I’m going to taste you and make you come so hard that it seeps into the wood and when I’m in here I will smell you.” Moving her so her butt was just on the edge of the table, I settled her legs on my shoulders.

  Settled between her thighs, I breathed her in and could already smell her need. I moved the lace thing to the side, not wanting to get rid of the sexy outfit. I nuzzled her before smiling against her as I felt her wetness. She was already so turned on she was practically dripping. I licked her clit once, twice, and a third time before I delved in and tasted some of the cream I desired. She flattened her hands on the table attempting to grip onto something. Her groan was loud and drove me on. I pushed back and eased up a little. I wanted her pussy juice on my desk. I wanted to not just remember this, but I wanted to be able smell this when I remembered how amazing this was. I spread her nether lips and sank deeper into her, devouring her, which caused her thighs to tighten against my head, making me chuckle against her. She mewled before coming apart. I eased back wanting to watch her pussy juices leak. Sliding two fingers into her core I pumped them and closed my eyes as I felt her pussy clamp around them.

  “One more time, vixen, before I ram my cock inside you so far that you feel me for days.”

  “Oh yes,” she howled.

  Leaning forward again, I used my fingers and my mouth this time as I ate her out. I sucked on her clit as I drove my fingers in and out, growling as I felt her get wetter and wetter.

  “Fuck! I love what you do to me,” she said, her voice a breathless whisper as I sucked and plunged my fingers deep. Her release this time had her screaming and pushing down as I drove in and sucked her clit.

  My body ached. I tore my mouth from her and stood, gripped her hips, positioned my cock at her entrance and thrust home. The intense lust filled brown eyes stared up at me and it only drove my need higher. I couldn’t look away from her beautiful face and I pistoned into her over and over. Her breasts bounced and it drove me to new highs as I took her all in. I let go of her hip with one hand, cupped a breast and caressed the nipple before I tweaked it and did the same to the other.

  “You're so beautiful.” I pushed up and held her up so I could capture her lips. Our mouths met and we kissed until we both panted for breath and I didn’t think I could hold out much longer. I wanted her to come. I needed to feel her core squeeze my dick and take me into her.

  Resting in the crook of her neck, I nibbled and sucked, wanting to leave my mark on her for all to know she was taken. Crazed with need to let go I bit down and she let out a scream and clutched my back, digging her nails into me. Her pussy pulsed around me and held me in a vice-like grip, tearing my own orgasm out of me. I came with a roar, filling her up with everything I had. She milked me dry and I pulled her to me so she straddled me as I sat back on my chair. I stroked her back and hugged her close.

  After a while I was surprised when Divinity kissed my cheeks before brushing my lips and said. “I’m going to miss you, and not just the amazing sex we have, but just us being together. Your arms around me at night. The kisses you give me for no reason at all and the massages.” Her smile was not just of contentment but of happiness. “I have never had anyone look after me the way you have.” She brushed her lips over mine before she snuggled against my chest.

  I’d gone soft in her and I knew I should get up and clean us both, but right then I didn’t want to do anything besides enjoy the moment.

  MY DAD WAS HOME, SO I’d spent the weekend at the base with him and Arron. Two days turned into four and Ryder wasn’t happy, but I needed to help my dad settle in. I had been supposed to work, but when they heard that my dad was back they let me take the time off. My brother hated being home with dear old dad when he’d just come back from being away. I wasn’t a fan of my father either. Each time he came home less human than the time before, like whatever he’d done had taken more of his soul. It took him a couple of days to get back to being what Arron and I called human again, and not be an arsehole. But thi
s time, by Sunday night I was rethinking a lot of things, like the fact that I wouldn’t be leaving my brother with my dad, he was having major hard time settling back into civilian life.

  My eyes were now open to how our father was treating Arron. He had been especially short and hard on him. I loved my dad, but I hated to admit it, I hadn’t spent time with him like I had over the weekend since I was young. When my mother had died we’d had a nanny who’d always been a buffer between Dad, Arron, and I. When I’d gotten older, I had TAFE and my apprenticeship that kept me away from my dad and his demanding and strict ways. Don’t get me wrong, my dad loves Arron and me, he is just so full on and controlling. Friday and Saturday morning Dad had stayed mostly civil to Arron, but by Sunday morning I was standing between their yelling match. I was surprised Arron hadn’t brought up Ryder or any of the Silvermans. I was waiting, but even Arron could feel something more was wrong with Dad.

  I did something I surprisingly hadn’t done yet on Saturday, especially with the nagging of my work mates. I read everything I could find on the internet about the Silvermans. After that I didn’t sleep. The Silvermans were indeed a powerful family and had family and friends in almost every important country. I didn’t know how I should feel, if what I read should change anything. I didn’t think so, but it was a lot to take in. I now knew why everyone made such a big deal over them and why they seemed shocked that Ryder had such a normal job. It unnerved me the money they had. I’d had to work so hard for everything. I may have lived with my father, but I still saved sometimes for months to pay off my credit card after buying a pair of my favorite shoes or something designer. I understood why Shithead and Oakley were the way they were and could get away with it. Ryder didn’t seem to be anything like them though. He worked as a cop, I mean a detective. Now I knew more, I understood the bodyguards, but I still didn’t feel I needed them for myself. I was only a girlfriend and a new one at that.

  I hadn’t told my dad about Ryder or the Silvermans. I told myself I would do it after work this afternoon as Ryder expected me back at his place on Tuesday. I knew Ryder wasn’t happy with the situation, but with Dad still not settled back into being home I wasn’t ready to tell him that I didn’t live with him anymore, and that I was in a relationship and had moved in. I didn’t think my dad would care about how Ryder felt and the curse he supposedly suffered.

  I didn’t usually work Monday but with having Saturday off I took the Monday shift to make up for it. Mornings weren’t my friend. I didn’t do mornings. I was a night owl. I liked to look my best before I went anywhere, so it took me an hour on a good day to look as amazing as I did, and how I looked mattered because when people came in for beauty tips and to get their hair done, they didn’t go to anyone who didn’t look fabulous. This morning though, I was going to be half an hour late for work. Nothing had gone my way this morning, my hair still wasn’t all dry, and I’d changed my clothes twice thanks to food spillage and hot chocolate.

  So I was late, but I wasn’t speeding to get to work. I didn’t think the flashing lights behind me were for me. Easing into the slow lane I frowned when the flashing police lights followed me. Unsure of what they could want, I drove to an alcove off the side of the road and groaned when they followed.

  Ryder. The fucker. I bet he did this because I forgot to call the bodyguards and tell them I was leaving base. I gazed at my phone and debated calling the guards and then Ryder, when I gazed at the cops and noticed both looked young. I thought they put an older cop with a younger recruit. Reaching for my phone, I called Chad and before he even spoke I blurted, “I’m sorry. I should have called, but I’m running late and I didn’t even think to call you to tell you I swapped shifts and now was working today. Anyway, I am now on the side of the road pulled over by some young-looking cops.

  “Lock your doors now and do not get out of your car. Joel is the closest to your location. He’s ten minutes out and I’m a couple of minutes behind him. Do not turn off the phone.”

  “Okay,” I choked out as fear started to overtake me. Something was definitely wrong. I placed the phone on the passenger seat. Trying not to freak out, I made sure my car doors were locked. I couldn’t help but jump when one of the men in the police uniform tapped my window. The other policeman stood not too far behind him. I was sure this wasn’t how being pulled over should go.

  “Ma’am. Can you please step out of your vehicle?”

  What! That wasn’t procedure. They hadn’t asked me to roll my window down and give my information. They hadn’t even stated why they’d pulled me over. My heart rate sped up and I took a deep calming breath. Joel wasn’t far and Chad was close on his heels. I just had to hold out. I shook my head and reached over for my phone, but this time the officer banged on the window. “Ma’am. Please step out of your vehicle.”

  I shook my head again. “No,” I yelled. I wasn’t stupid. This didn’t make sense and Chad had told me to stay in the car. He was the bodyguard Ryder gave me and he would know if Ryder was up to something. So something else was wrong and I hadn’t been speeding, and my car was in perfect condition. I knew nothing was wrong with it.

  “Ma’am, we are not going to tell you again. Step out of the vehicle.” The other officer came up to the window and he looked a little older than the first young blond one, but not by much.

  “May I ask why?” There was no way I was willingly opening my car door, but I had to keep them talking until my bodyguards came.

  The officer narrowed his gaze and for a moment looked shocked I wasn’t jumping to obey him and I was asking questions. “We have reason to believe this is a stolen vehicle.”

  “Bullshit.” My stomach started to churn and when I saw the blond officer at my passenger window, I hoped that Joel got here soon.

  “I beg your pardon ma’am. Are you resisting arrest?” The one at my window asked. He was keeping up the charade of being a cop, I would let him.

  “You never said I was under arrest. You just asked me to leave the vehicle.”

  I groaned and readied myself when I heard the blond one on my passenger side say, “Greg, we don’t have time for this shit. This is the first she’s been alone. Take her.” Before the last of his words were out, my passenger and driver’s window were smashed.

  Screaming as shattered glass fell around me, I grabbed a piece, not caring as it cut into me while I climbed to the back of my car. I had to get away. They could hurt me and I couldn’t fight if I was stuck cowering in the backseat of my car. I could fight them. I had training. I watched trying to decide what to do as they each went to the passenger doors to open them after unlocking the doors. If I attacked I could fight one first and maybe disable him and it would give me a better chance than to fight two people.

  I undid the side the younger blond was on, hoping I would have a better chance at fighting him using my training than the older one on my driver’s side. Before I could stand fingers, wrapped around my hair and yanked me up. Thankful for years of self-defense and boxing, I maneuvered out of his hold and round kicked him, then I upper cut him using the glass in my hand to cut his face. His scream of pain was loud and his blood poured over my hands so much the glass slipped from my grip. He let me go and I ran, but didn’t get far before the other grabbed me.

  “You stupid bitch. You couldn’t just cooperate so we didn’t have to hurt you?” He held me so tight I knew he broke ribs, but I fought. I didn’t have long before the other would recover and be beyond pissed.

  “You fucktard, let me go.” I yelled as I fought. I head butted his chest and scratched at his arms. I knew I should be doing more and the moves I’d had pounded into me faded as the pain took over. When I was dropped, I scrambled to get up and away, but before I could stand my body was shocked with what felt like a lighten bolt and black covered my vision.

  “I hope he fucking kills the bitch,” I heard before I couldn’t fight anymore.

  I was holding it together barely by a thread. When Chad had called and told me what had happ
ened, I thought he was joking, but an hour later as I waited for Divinity’s father to come into the precinct, I knew the nightmare was real.

  The scene where Divinity had been abducted wasn’t a private place. People had fucking driven by as she’d been taken. You could see she’d put up a fight. There was blood, a lot of blood, and hair of different types. The scene had a lot of DNA and there was a rush put on it for results, but I knew it would take hours before I heard anything back. I didn’t know how long we had, because I had no fucking idea who had taken her. The Devil’s Queens had been quiet lately, but there were no bike tracks and after speaking to their acting president and getting the warning at Wet’n’Wild, I was feeling like this wasn’t their work. The scene I’d come across was brutal. Her car windows smashed. Blood on gravel and a trail to a place where another fight had accrued before what looked like s small body, Divinity, fell. The Devil’s Queens were known for using their guns and none had been fired at the scene, so that was another thing that had me thinking it was someone else.

  Traffic cameras were being combed through, but where she’d been pulled over there weren’t any close. They knew to look for a cop car. Divinity had told Chad that was who pulled her over. I had a feeling that if what she saw was a cop car, that it was a fake, and the stickers on the car could be taken off. Things didn’t add up, from what Chad had said he heard. If they’d been cops they’d have known procedure and would have gone about things differently. Chad had heard most of the abduction and was beyond pissed, especially because he knew he and Joel could have passed them by they’d been so close. Chad hadn’t seen any cop car, and both he and Joel had looked. I was sure that they took whatever stickers were on the car off before they fled.

  I heard yelling somewhere near the door. “Dad. It’s not his fault. He had guards on her. How was he to know? Divinity can look—”

  “Son, I’d shut that fucking mouth before I shut it for you.”