Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 13 ~ Jade

Friday night. I flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes for a moment, reliving the bizarre experience from that afternoon. I still had no more information on Ryder, other than he was a doting father and had a sexy wife? who he clearly couldn’t wait to spend alone-time with. Probably to make baby number three.

Somewhat reluctantly, I had to admit that they made a gorgeous couple and produced beautiful babies. Totally different to what his and my babies would look like. Mia carried the dominant genes: dark olive skin and raven hair and big brown eyes. Her DNA was powerful, because I saw very little of Ryder in the children, other than the dark hair they all had and the dimpled cheeks when they smiled.

If I had Ryder’s babies, I’d want them to have his piercing grey eyes. His dimple in their cheeks when they smiled. I wouldn’t mind if their hair was dark like his or blond like mine, I knew they’d be cute as hell.

Goddamn! What was I thinking? Having babies with Ryder would mean I’d have to have sex with Ryder. Yet strangely, the idea was not as awful as I’d initially thought. There was something about him that got my panties damp. I’d never believed the notion that women were drawn to badass men. I was sure I’d never be that dumb. Bad boys weren’t my style.

But my treacherous body was betraying me, showing me that I was like most other women. Since all six foot two of taut muscles and bad attitude had walked into my office that day, I hadn’t been able to think of anything else other than Ryder—his eyes, his lips, him on top of me . . .

An image of him with Mia played in my mind. Her big breasts luring him, his hands all over her velvety skin, kissing her, f*cking her—making babies. Why that image riled me as much as it did, I couldn’t understand.

I tried to read a book on my e-reader, as I usually did to relax after work, but I just couldn’t concentrate.

Marcus was picking me up for a movie later. In spite of it being a blockbuster that I really wanted to see, I wasn’t that excited. Did my lack of enthusiasm have anything to do with my date being Marcus? Shouldn’t I be thrilled at the thought of going on a date with my new boyfriend?

Besides the movie, Marcus had lined up all sorts of outings for the weekend. He sure was taking this courting thing seriously.

If only Marcus could get my hormones raging the way Ryder did, everything would be perfect.