Текст книги "Two Worlds Colliding"

Автор книги: Jani Kay

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Chapter 14 ~ Jade

My eyes widened when we reached the compound. Even the area looked different to what I was used to. It was industrial, and pretty desolated because it was a Sunday. Barbed wire rimmed the walls, and security guards stood at the imposing gates. Shit. What was the deal? Was this a mistake coming here? If they needed all these security measures . . .

Surely Mia wouldn’t endanger the lives of her kids? That thought at least helped to settle the churning in my gut. My heart was hammering in my chest and my palms were clammy. Ryder wasn’t expecting me. What would his reaction be when he saw me here—on his turf? Would he be mad? Well, I was going to find out soon enough.

The last time I’d seen Ryder was the night he’d broken into our house. I’d fallen asleep in his arms, at peace for the first time in years. And when I woke up in the morning, he was gone. He’d left the way he came. Silently. Unexpectedly.

I’d waited for Ryder to return every night since then, but he never came back. My heart ached, as if cold fingers gripped it and squeezed. The nightmares about The Incident were replaced by a fear that Ryder would completely avoid me now that he knew the whole story. He probably understood just how dangerous the situation was with Harrison, and had decided to move on.

That’s what I wanted, right?

We’d arrived an hour before the party started because Mia wanted to set up a few things. She had organized for a few other wives and girlfriends—or ‘old ladies’, as I'd just learned bikers called their women—to help her, and of course, I'd help too.

The square in the middle of the buildings was barren except for a few benches. It was so different from the lush gardens I was used to. No wonder Ryder and particularly Mia wanted to rent the house in Beverly Hills because of the child-friendly garden for the kids.

A few other couples were setting up folding tables, chairs, and umbrellas. The men were carrying large buckets filled with ice and drinks. Everyone was chipping in to set up the party. Except for Ryder. I kept looking out for him, hoping to see him, but nothing.

Mia introduced me to the people already there. They were welcoming and friendly, completely normal. Why was I so worried I wouldn’t fit in?

More and more people started arriving. I got really busy helping with the salads, and keeping an eye on the kids as Mia ran around ensuring there was enough meat and drinks to feed her extended family. Yet I kept listening for Ryder's voice. Disappointment washed over me. What if he didn't come to the barbeque? What if he was out with another woman? Damn.

Cobra introduced me to his brother, Razor. He looked just as mean and unyielding as Cobra initially had, especially wearing his cut and heavy biker-boots in spite of the weather. What was with that? Surely he didn't need to wear boots today? Around his forehead was a red bandana with skulls that made him look like a pirate. Yet, in spite of his appearance, Razor was really friendly, just like his brother. He was charming in an unaffected way.

“So, Jade, tell me about yourself. How did you become friends with Mia?” he asked as he helped me carry the bread rolls to the table.

I explained about the rental agency and how I’d sometimes babysit the kids, too. Razor laughed when I told him about the inspections I’d arranged because I’d believed there would be orgies and unsavory things happening at the house.

Razor had grabbed us each a cold beer, and we clinked the bottlenecks against one another. “Cheers, beautiful. You sure brighten up this place.” He grinned appreciatively while his gaze raked up my body.

Smiling, I was just about to thank him for the compliment when I felt strong arms fold around my body and draw me back against a hard chest. Ryder. I'd recognize his smell anywhere. And the tingle that went down my spine before I even saw his face meant my body remembered the feel of him, too.

“Back the fuck off my woman, Razor. This one’s taken,” he growled.

Razor’s eyes widened a fraction. “Hey, brother. How the fuck was I supposed to know that?” He held up both hands and laughed. “You never claimed a bit . . . woman before. Trust you to take the beautiful one.”

“Ryder,” I murmured, my breath hitching. His woman?

“She’s all mine. And don’t you forget that—at any time. I don’t want to have to kill you, brother.” He chuckled, but there was a seriousness to his tone that Razor couldn’t ignore.

“Well, then, why weren’t you here when she arrived?” Razor challenged.

Ryder pushed my hair aside and kissed my neck. It was such a possessive gesture, and I was taken by surprise.

“Maybe because Princess didn't tell me she was coming? Maybe because I was surprised as fuck to see her here. Wearing killer shorts that’s sure to have every dick around here hard.” His hand disappeared under my shirt and he stroked the soft flesh of my belly.

God. His warm breath on my neck . . . his possessive kiss . . . his hand stroking me . . . his husky voice. I could jump him right here, and not give a damn who watched. Instead, I giggled nervously. Like a damn teenager. A horny teenager, waiting to get laid. My pussy clenched as he turned me around to stare into my eyes.

“Hello Ryder,” I breathed, feeling his erection press into my stomach. God, my need for him was growing by the second. My panties were soaked.

His eyes burned into mine. “Want to tell me how come you’re here and I didn't know about it?” His voice was demanding, harsh even.

“Here you are. I was wondering where you were?” Mia walked over and slapped Ryder on the ass, like a big sister would. “I invited Jade. She’s here as my guest. So everybody play nice, OK?” She eyed Razor who had a look of astonished amusement on his face.

Razor laughed. “Sure, Sister. Well, I for one am glad Ryder has his own woman. That means he won't be going after the one I want. Meaning that I won't have to kill him.”

I'd nearly forgotten that Mia was married to Razor’s brother. It was sweet how he called her ‘sister’—I’d never have expected that from him. And now I was curious to know who the woman was that Razor fancied.

Mia squinted at Razor. “Wow, I'm gone for a few months and now you have your eye on somebody, too? Has Cupid been around lately, shooting a few stray arrows?”

Ryder rubbed my back, small circles caressing up and down my spine. I could hardly focus on the conversation. He was sending a clear message to every guy here that I was his. I couldn’t have been more delighted that he wasn’t afraid to claim me in front of everyone.

He dipped his head and whispered in my ear, his voice ominous. “I'm going to deal with you in a minute, Princess.” His warm breath left a trail of goosebumps on my skin. I wasn’t sure if I should be scared or happy. What I did feel, though, was a surge of energy rushing from my gut to my core, depositing more dampness onto my panties. Even my nipples tingled.

“Wet for me already, baby?” he whispered into my ear while squeezing my ass.

Sweet baby Jesus. I may just orgasm right here in front of everyone. I closed my eyes and pressed my thighs together. I was becoming a wanton slut. Ryder’s slut.

My eyes flew open when I heard a woman’s voice screeching.

“She’s Princess? Fuck me!”

I looked straight into cousin Lexi’s shocked eyes.

“Lexi? What the hell?” I gasped.

“Jade. What the fuck are you doing here? With Ryder practically dry humping you in front of everyone. Jesus, fuck. I didn't even know you knew him.” Lexi was pissed off. Big time.

My cousin was a spitfire. She wasn’t shy to say what she thought. I'd always had the opinion that she was a bit too outspoken, but she never cared what anyone thought of her. She’d always been a rebel, and Uncle Eric had his hands full raising her without a mother.

“I could ask the same question, cousin. The black hair? The tattoos and piercings? You look like a grunged-up biker girl. So different to when I last saw you at Christmas.”

Ryder drew in a breath. He let go of me and took a step backward, staring—first at me, then at Lexi, then back again—as if we had just landed from an alien planet.

His shoulders shook with laughter. “Well, fuck me running. I’ll be damned. So that’s why you looked so familiar, Sheila. You're Jade’s cousin!”

We both turned to him, glaring, hands on hips. Why in hell was Ryder calling my cousin Sheila? Had I missed something?

My eyes narrowed as I looked at first Lexi, then at Ryder. Was Ryder fucking Lexi?

Oh. My. God.

Please. No. Just no.

Other women—ones I didn’t know—I may have been able to handle. But my own cousin? I felt my stomach drop.

“I work here. At the bar,” Lexi said as she shook a cigarette from a packet and lit it, inhaling deeply. She smoked? What else didn't I—and Uncle Eric—know about Lexi?

“Lexi. You came.” Razor was grinning like an idiot. Was Razor sweet on Lexi? Was she the girl he referred to?

Jesus. My head was spinning. What the hell was going on?

Chapter 15 ~ Jade

I swallowed hard. I had to know. I turned to Ryder. If he was fucking me and Lexi at the same time I just couldn’t handle it.

I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a word, Ryder growled. “Princess. My room. Now.”

He grabbed my arm and led me inside the building. I felt everyone’s eyes on my back as I followed Ryder, too stunned to speak. That didn't happen often.

Neither of us said a word. He marched us through the old building, past a bar filled with poker and pool tables. Past a huge kitchen where women were chattering as they dished food into large bowls. Past a large sitting room with a big-screen TV. Until we came to a door that he quickly unlocked.

I glanced at him from under my lashes. His jaw was set and his eyes blazing.

“Listen, Ryder—” I started.

He pushed me inside the room and locked the door. Seconds later I was up against the wall, Ryder’s mouth stealing my breath. He kissed me hard, holding both my wrists in one large hand above my head, squeezing my breast with the palm of the other while jamming his knee against my sex to keep me still.

“Baby. What you do to me . . . and my cock. Fuck,” he hissed.

“Ryder. Wait.” I need answers.

“Why? I know you’re here for me. To be fucked. And I want to. It’s already been too long.”

“Lexi,” I panted, turning my head so he couldn’t access my mouth. “Are you fucking Lexi?” I spat out.

Keeping my wrists pinned to the wall, he gripped my chin in his hand, squeezing my cheeks and turning my face till our eyes met.

“If I have, what’s it to you?” he demanded, his voice hard.

I stared into his eyes, trying to read them, but all I could see was lust and arousal, his pupils were that dilated.

“If you are, I can't . . . I won't . . .”

“Why not?” he growled, his gaze searching my face.

“Because . . . because I want you to be only mine.” I sensed with Ryder there was only one way. Brutal honesty.

“Fuck, Princess. Fuck.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit into it.

I whimpered, oscillating between feeling pleasure and pain.

“What?” I murmured against his mouth. He hadn’t answered my question yet.

“That’s exactly what I want to hear.” He kissed me till I was breathless, squeezing my breast hard so that ripples of longing traveled from my nipples to my pussy.

“Those fucking long legs of yours, I want them around my waist.”

He undid the button of my shorts and pushed them down my legs, taking my panties down at the same time. Then he lifted me, pressing my naked ass against the wall.

“Undo me,” he commanded in a husky voice.

My fingers fumbled at his jeans and he cursed because I was taking too long. My hair kept falling in front of my face. He gripped the strands in one hand, resting me on his knee till I freed his cock. Hissing through his teeth, he said two words: “Condom. Pocket.”

I found the condom and ripped the foil between my teeth. I was becoming an expert at this. I rolled it on as he nibbled on my neck. God, my fingers were trembling and his lips on my neck were driving me wild.

“Ahhh, baby,” he hissed as he thrust his cock into me, hard. His hand at the back of my head pulled my hair, opening my neck to him, and also preventing my head from hitting the wall as he rammed into me again and again, sucking and biting along my jawline at the same time.

“Fuck. I need you, Jade. Only you, baby. No other bitch.”

Yes. I guess I got my answer. That was exactly what I’d wanted to hear. My heart swelled in my chest. With my legs wrapped tightly around his hips, Ryder drove into me, again and again, banging me so hard against the wall that I’d have concussion if his hand hadn't protected my head.

“Hold on,” he groaned as he started coming inside me.

Turning around, he laid me on the bed, pulling out and disposing of the condom.

“That feels better. Now, Princess, I need to take care of a few things.”

“What’s that?” I asked, my eyes wide. I had no idea what he meant. He hadn’t let me come; I was still throbbing with need.

He sat on the bed and pulled me into his lap. Before I could cuddle into him, he flipped me around so that I was ass up. Huh?

He caressed my ass cheeks with large circular motions. His voice was soft, yet commanding. “I’m going to spank this beautiful fucking ass of yours. One: for questioning me about Lexi. Two: for wearing these fuck-me shorts. Three: for coming on to Razor when you thought I wasn’t here. And four: for not telling me you’d be here. You will take these like the slut you are, then I will take care of your pussy.”

Next thing, his hand rained down on my ass, spanking the shit out of me. He never hit the same spot twice, and each time his hand connected with my flesh, it sent ripples of pain and pleasure to my core. He’d caress my ass with feather-like strokes between each contact. Sweet Jesus, I never knew getting a spanking could make me even wetter. It was borderline painful, yet it turned me on beyond anything I’d ever imagined.

I bit into my bottom lip, tasting blood as I dug in hard, my hands gripping the bedcovers and twisting them in an attempt not to shout out. The last thing I needed was for the club members to come and investigate. Especially Mia or Lexi.

After the fourth hit, his fingers trailed lower, caressing over my wetness, then plunged inside me. This time I whimpered loudly, unable to stifle my pleasure any longer as he slowly finger-fucked me into ecstasy.

Shifting my weight off his lap, he knelt behind me, my ass still in the air, and admired the red welts that had formed on my ass, hissing between his teeth before lavishing the burning skin with his tongue. His mouth lowered, lapping my juices, circling my clit.

“Ryder,” I gasped as my body trembled and spiraled into an orgasm. His tongue made its way inside me, fucking me as I rode my orgasm, his actions keeping it going for the longest time. I never knew I could orgasm this hard or this long. I had a lot to learn, and Ryder was teaching me just how much pleasure he could elicit from my body.

“Fuck, babe, I love when you say my name when you come. Yeah,” he groaned.

He lay on the bed and pulled me into his arms, stroking my back and ass softly. I lay my head on his chest, listening to his erratic heartbeat, smiling as I realized that I was the one doing this to him.

“Babe, we need to talk about something.”

“What is it, Ryder?” It was kind of weird lying in his arms, talking, and wearing only my top, naked from the waist down. I threw my leg over his in an attempt to hide my bare pussy.

He groaned. “Fuck. You want me riding you again? Rubbing your pussy against my leg is going to get you fucked again. But I want it bare this time.”

Ryder stayed silent for a minute, letting the weight of what he’d just implied sink in.

“You do?” I murmured, not sure exactly what to make of it.

“I want only you, Jade. And I don’t want you fucking anyone else, either. I want us to be exclusive. You’re mine now, babe, and I want to feel you, skin to skin. That OK with you?”

I reached up and stroked his cheek. Here was my big badass biker, so fucking alpha in every way, telling me how, when, and where he was going to fuck me, asking if I was OK. Feelings of warmth surged through my heart. I couldn’t be happier than in this moment.

I pulled his face down so that he was looking into my eyes. I wanted to see him when we discussed this. “I’m all safe. I’m on the pill. Went on when I started dating Marcus.”

A feral growl escaped his lips when I mentioned Marcus. Guess it was still a sore point. I loved that Ryder was so possessive and so . . . primal. The very things I'd hated about him before were now the things I loved about him. OK, maybe love was too strong a word. But it felt right. Yes, I was feeling more for Ryder than just lust; I was falling in love. Hard. To the point that I wanted nothing more than to be with Ryder 24/7. Talking, cuddling, doing everyday things . . . and, of course, wild passionate fucking, too. Lots of that.

“How many men have you . . . been with?” His breath hitched.

“If I answer that question, you have to be prepared to do the same. Are you?”

He stayed quiet for a long time. I waited for him to say something. Just as I was about to give up on him replying, he answered.

“Jade, I'm not going to lie to you. I’ve had plenty of bitches over the years. More than I care to count. But they were nothing to me. Bodies to satisfy my needs and urges. Faceless fucks.”

I drew in a sharp breath. I was so inexperienced compared to him. I was amazed he even wanted someone like me.

“Baby, it’s been pure hell trying to stay away from you. Since the other night, when you told me your story, I’ve done a lot of soul searching. I’ve been outside your house every evening, dying to come inside to be with you. But I had to give you time, too. And today you came to me. It means you can't stay away either, in spite of what you say.”

It was true. Even if the flame of desire burned me to death, I couldn’t stay away or stop myself wanting him.

He gripped my chin in his hand and gazed into my eyes, as if he were searching deep into my soul. He spoke softly, reverently. “I never knew someone like you existed. I never knew I could feel like this about another person. I can't name what I feel, because I’ve never felt it before.

“All I can do is to tell you how happy it makes me feel when I’m near you. And how fucking amazing it feels when I’m inside you. I think of you from the moment I open my eyes till the moment I close them. There’s not a minute of a day I'm not thinking of you, aching for you, wanting to be inside you. Only you, babe; nobody else. If you can name that, then you know how I feel about you.”

I sucked in a breath. He was describing exactly how I felt about him. I'd also never felt like this before. I didn't have a name for it, either. I let go of my bottom lip that I’d been biting down on. “I think we are more than in lust with one another,” I said, searching for the right words, “I think we are . . . we are obsessed . . . with one another,” I whispered.

He laughed softly. “Yeah, I sure am. I want you to be mine, and only mine.”

My finger traced his stubbled jaw. I smiled at him. “I want that too. To be only yours, Ryder.”

Both hands cupped my face as he kissed me hard, possessively, hungrily. I unashamedly rubbed my naked pussy against his leg till he groaned into my mouth. His cock, which had been half-mast, resting on his stomach, was nudging my hip. He pulled me on top of his chest and I slid down, taking him bare.

His eyes rolled back in his head. “Jesus. Christ. Fuck.”

“Like it, baby?” I whispered near his ear.

“Hell yeah. You feel so good, babe.”

My heart swelled at his words. I loved that I could do this to him. Yet I was getting deeper into trouble. For a moment, my thoughts drifted to my family. What the hell was I going to do about them and in particular about Harrison? The problem was getting bigger every time I let Ryder fuck me. He thrust into me again, and his action pulled me back into the present.

At this moment I wanted nothing more than to be right here, with Ryder, his cock deep inside me, stretching me, filling me to capacity, so that my mind and body was only his. I didn't want to think about anything else. Just us.

He kissed me, long and hard, taking my breath away before he rolled us over. This time I was underneath him, his arms on both sides of my face. He stared into my eyes. “Want to see your beautiful eyes when you come, baby,” he ground out as he thrust rhythmically into me. It was the first time he was slow and gentle.

“Want to fucking see into your heart and your soul.”

Sweet Lord. Since when was my badass biker so deep and caring?

He completely undid me.

Killing me with his words.