Текст книги "Two Worlds Colliding"

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Two Worlds Colliding
Scorpio Stinger MC – 1
Jani Kay

The Scorpio Stinger MC Series is dedicated to my son, Neil.

The Scorpio in my life.

Love you with all my heart.

~ 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 B.O.B., 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...and babe...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, babe. 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?

Chapter 1 ~ Ryder

“Princess,” I groaned, “you’re killing me here.”

My head hurt. Why in fuck’s name did I let this woman get under my skin? I knew she’d be trouble, from the first day I walked into the agency.

But no, my cock knew better. It just had to get the fuck inside that pussy of hers.

Yeah.

And now I was screwed in so many ways, it felt like a punch to my gut.

Jade was a stubborn woman—she wasn’t going to make this easy. But fuck that. Her pussy was mine now, and nobody was gonna stop me from getting more.

Not even her, or her family.

She doesn’t know what a persistent fuck I am.

Tenacious.

Determined.

I take what I want. And at this moment, it was the girl I’d just fucked on my bike.

And THAT was a big deal. ‘Cause I'd never fucked any bitch on the back of my bike. Was never going to either.

Until Jade.

I’d never wanted anyone this much. She fucked with my mind. I thought of her all the time—day and night. And now that I’d tasted her pussy, there was no going back. I knew that as sure as I knew my name was Ryder Knox.

Ryder gets what Ryder wants. Not negotiable.

Her voice caught in her throat. “It’s because you’re not listening to me, Ryder. I said from the start that we’d have this one night only. Don’t you get that?”

Her eyes glistened in the dark. Was she fucking tearing up? Uneasy, I rubbed her back, soothing her.

“I did . . . I do. But now . . . I want more . . . of you.” I groaned.

Yeah, I was cunt-struck and I knew it. I'd thought once I’d had her, I’d be able to get rid of my obsession with her and her pussy. Turns out it only made me want her more. And she was resisting me. Fuck.

“It’s impossible, Ryder. You’ve got to believe me.” She wasn’t bitchy, or sarcastic, or anything like she usually was. This worried me even more. It meant she was serious as all hell.

“Babe, I'm going to get you home now. You're tired, and you’re cold. But we’re gonna talk. Real soon. And I ain’t taking no for an answer.”

Jade nodded, trembling in my arms. I gripped her ass and pulled her to me, pushing my hardness against her stomach. One more kiss. I had to have just one more . . . I lifted her face to mine and kissed the shit out of her. She had to know how much I wanted her.

She sighed into my mouth, and melted her soft curves into my hardness. I took her mouth again, sucking at her lips. I figured a man was entitled to some happiness—however fleeting. But there was no way in hell I was getting attached to Jade. Oh no, I’d let my cock have its way with her; I’d fuck her as much as I needed. But that was all.

Being a realist, I knew it couldn’t last forever because nothing ever did, as if the fucking universe hated me. As soon as I loved somebody as my own, they left me. First Marianne, and then Max. I understood about Max, so I was OK with that. Didn’t hurt any less, though. His moving to New York, on the other side of the fucking country, was as good as if he’d moved to a different planet.

Reluctantly, I pulled away. Had to get back to the house. Shaking my head to clear the sex-fog in my brain, I got onto the bike.

“Get on,” I growled.

Fuck. Looking at her standing there, her arms wrapped around herself, biting her lip, I just wanted to take her to my bed. And then bury myself deep inside her. All night long.

She hitched her dress up her thighs, exposing the milky-white skin above her stockings where the lacy tops ended. My cock twitched. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Fuck, I wanted her again.

Her arms came around me as she scooted as close as she could get to me on the bike. Princess was asking for it. I was taking her home. Yeah. That’s what I was going to do.

“Hold on, babe.” My chest tightened. Jesus, she affected me in ways I didn’t know a woman could.

The bike roared to life, rumbling under my ass. I took a deep calming breath, then another, deep into my stomach. This feeling I understood—my bike and I had a great relationship. Bitches and I, not so much.

Chapter 2 ~ Jade

Slipping my arms around Ryder, I thrust my body against his, needing to be as close to him as humanly possible. I wanted to soak him in, to feel his warmth, and to smell him. Experience every inch of him and burn this into my memory so that later, I could unpack it all and savor tonight over and over for as long as I needed to.

I squeezed my eyes shut—I wasn’t getting through to Ryder. He wouldn’t listen to what I was trying so hard to make him understand: we were from two different worlds.

Mutually exclusive worlds.

My world wouldn’t accept him as much as his wouldn’t accept me.

Anything between us had to end tonight. There was no other way, especially if there was to be no bloodshed. What we had was a strong physical attraction—nothing else. My stomach churned, and bile rose in my throat. This could be one of the best or one of the worst nights of my life.

Harrison would go ballistic if he just saw Ryder. He’d shoot first, and ask questions later. Since that day almost ten years ago, his hatred of bikers and their kind had turned him into a coldhearted man. In fact, he’d get pleasure out of watching Ryder die a slow and tortured death. For Amy. And the others, too, but mostly for Amy.

I sighed deeply, drawing the smell of him into my nostrils on an inhale. I'd let him get me close to home and then I'd catch a taxi back to the house.

It was time I found my own place. Living with my parents had worked for me, up until tonight. Now I needed my own space. I didn’t want to answer to them anymore. It’d never bothered me before, but now I was an adult and it was time to take full responsibility for myself. My twenty-third birthday was only weeks away—it was time to move out.

Ryder made the trip back toward the city a lot faster than when we’d come up Mulholland Drive earlier. I had to hold on with all my might, our bodies moving as one as he rounded sharp bends, leaning together as the beast roared beneath us.

The cool wind whipped my hair all over my face. It was useless trying to tame it, so I just went with the flow and closed my eyes, feeling the ride rather than watching. Every bump, every acceleration was amplified with my eyes closed.

Eventually I heard other traffic noises, so I knew we were approaching built-up areas. Ryder slowed and stopped at what I assumed was a traffic light. I ventured my eyes open and gasped. We were in the driveway of the house in Beverly Hills already.

A smile crossed my lips. Ryder had listened to me after all. He was going to call a taxi to take me home.

“Off, babe,” he ordered, his voice a deep growl.

I jumped off the bike and tried to straighten my windswept hair. I was sure I looked a hot mess with my clingy dress still up around the top of my thighs—the dress I had chosen, because tonight was the night I was going to give in to Marcus and have sex with him.

Before that plan turned to shit.

A wry smile crossed my lips. The evening turned out nothing like I’d expected. I’d ended up fucking a man so completely different to Marcus in every imaginable way, yet it was exactly what I’d needed.

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 little 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.