Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 16 ~ Ryder

Another two weeks had passed by and the pesky blond from the agency was due for the next house inspection. Other than the day I had to drop into the offices to get a spare set of keys, I hadn’t seen much of her lately. Thank f*ck.

Mia and the kids were playing in the back yard. There wasn’t much of a garden back at the Scorpio Stinger MC compound, so I really was happy that for now, they had the chance to relax.

Watching them from the bench in the garden, I glanced at my watch. Jade would arrive at any moment—she was never late for an appointment.

We should probably all have gone inside, but I couldn’t bring myself to break up the fun the three of them were having. Isabella had just started walking and she loved tumbling on the freshly mowed lawn when Jamie pretended to chase her. That made Mia, who hadn’t been sleeping well at all, laugh out loud. I could see it brought her temporary relief from our f*cked up situation away from the club. Fun wasn’t something we experienced often.

Mia and I worried about the other club members and their safety. But I knew it was best for us to be here, away from imminent danger. Unless, of course, we were located by the rival gang—or the cops. Life sucked.

Hopefully they’d be just fine in the time I was dealing with Jade. I laid a kiss on Mia’s forehead and told her to be vigilant while I was gone. She nodded solemnly, her eyes sad as she watched me hug each of the kids before I went indoors.

I heard the familiar clicking of heels come up the pathway and smiled to myself as I went to open the door. Jade made a grand entrance every time she came to the house. She was like a f*cking whirlwind. It was hard to ignore her presence when she was around. She was always polite and sweet to Mia and especially to the kids. I frowned. Somehow I seemed to piss her off and she turned all snarky when she spoke to me. Well, the feeling was mutual.

Sure as hell, she’d be busting my balls again. Pushing every button to drive me crazy till I wanted to grab hold of her. I hadn’t had p-ssy in weeks, my balls were aching for release. I wasn’t fond of D.I.Y., I’d much rather f*ck a bitch than take matters into my own hands.

I was on edge, from everything going down at the club, from not having been able to go for a long bike ride in weeks, and from lack of p-ssy. A sick Mia and looking after her and the kids had definitely taken its toll. The cure to calm me down was usually a hard, mindless f*ck, and I was in desperate need of one.

I jerked the door open before she could knock. The surprise on her face was priceless. But then I sucked in a breath. Standing in front of me, she wore a tight as hell white button down shirt and an even tighter f*cking pencil skirt. Her blond hair was swept up into a sophisticated bun, yet the soft tendrils that refused to be contained, softened her face and curled on her neck. Her juicy lips were glistening in the sunlight. She’d obviously applied that lip-gloss shit. I could even smell it from here. Strawberry. F*ck me.

I glared at her. Half of the buttons on her shirt were undone and from where I stood, I could actually look down her top and see her tits, barely constrained and pushed up from the sexy white lacy bra that peeked out.

Jesus Christ. Princess bitch had better guard her p-ssy, or she’d be my next f*ck.

A lump in my throat and a hard lump in my jeans prevented me from speaking. I growled, and took a step backward to let her in. The air that whooshed past my nostrils as she scraped past me smelled of vanilla and strawberry. My cock jerked as her arm brushed my chest. F*ck.

As usual, she had the annoying clipboard plastered to her side. She was wearing reading glasses today. It looked sexy as f*ck on her.

“I’ll make this quick,” she said, hardly looking in my direction.

I’m not sure why, but it annoyed the living crap out of me—both the fact that she avoided looking at me, and that she was in a hurry.

“Why in a rush?”

“None of your damn business,” she snapped. Yeah, she was in top form today.

“Somewhere better to be?” I baited her. For some f*cking juvenile reason I wasn’t resting till I knew why she was so desperate to get away. After all, it was her idea to do the ridiculous inspections. Yeah, I was riled up. I clenched my fists, ready to smack something. Hard.

Her eyebrow rose as she appraised me for a second. “As a matter of fact, yes.”

Stunned by her frankness, I took a step back. “Yeah? Where?” Jesus, I couldn’t just let it go. I felt like grabbing her and shaking the goddamn truth out of her. Usually I couldn’t give a f*ck what other people did, as long as they left me the f*ck alone. Why did I even care?

“What I said seconds ago. None. Of. Your. Goddamn. Business.”

I followed her around the house. Shit, I was sulking like a kid. Even my dick went limp.

Her phone rang. She quirked an eyebrow when she saw the caller I.D. I watched as a blush spread over her neck and up her cheeks. F*ck. It’s a guy. F*cking a*shole.

She didn't answer, letting it go to voicemail.

“It’s a date, isn’t it? With a guy.” I was worse than a dog with a bone.

She laughed. Actually thought it was funny. F*ck me.

“If you must know, I don’t date girls.”

She thought that was funny? My blood started racing through my veins. “So it is a date then? With a guy?”

“Yes, Ryder. With a guy.”

She avoided my eyes. The pink of her cheeks intensified. Nervously, she licked her lips. I clenched my teeth. Who the f*ck is he? Probably some rich, spoiled, Ivy League f*cker with a flashy car and fancy tastes. Yeah. I knew the type.

Everything I never wanted to be.

“So, is he your boyfriend?” My eyebrows rose of their own accord, my arms folded across my chest. Waiting.

She shrugged. “Kind of.” Her eyes were avoiding mine.

“Kinda? What the hell answer is kinda? Either he is, or he isn’t.” I exploded, letting the breath I’d held in huff right out.

My eye started twitching. Jesus, that hadn’t happened in ages.

Why did she have this affect on me?

“Hope you’re going to change out of that tight shirt. And skirt.”

“Ryder. You’re not my father. I can dress how I want to. I can date who I want to. I’m an adult, remember?”

“Christ, Princess. It’s not your father I want to be. Unless you have daddy issues you want me to help you with. I’ll gladly pull you over my knee and spank the living shit out of you for being a naughty girl, before I f*ck you.”

“Could you be any more caveman? Pounding your chest and grunting. That approach may have worked for you before, but frankly it does nothing for me.” She rolled her eyes at me, her fists in tight balls. Cheeky. Feisty too. I liked that, it made me hard. Again.

“Yeah? I bet if I stuck my fingers under your tight skirt and felt your panties they’d be soaked. I bet you’d love me to drag you off to my cave by the hair and f*ck you.” She gasped, her eyes widening. I was f*cking fifteen again.

“You wish,” she bit back, her eyes sparkling. My cock jerked in my jeans.

F*ck, I loved a challenge.

“Ever had a real man, Princess? A man that makes you want to please him? A man who takes such good care of you, in every way, f*cking you senseless till you can’t think straight? Well, let me know when you’re ready.”

“Never. Not going to happen in this lifetime.” She bit her bottom lip. “You’re not my type. I don’t do bikers.”

I grabbed her arm. “F*ck. You play dirty. That was low. Even for you.”

“Yeah? Well let me go, so I can get out of here. We don’t like one another. That’s clear enough.” Her lower lip was trembling.

Maybe I was getting to her like she was getting to me?

The green eyed monster wouldn’t let me go. He drove me f*cking crazy; f*cking with my mind. I gritted my teeth. “I’m not letting you go till you f*cking tell me about your boyfriend. And guess what? I’m going to f*ck you. Just so you can compare a real man to your boy.”

Her eyes went wild. She slapped me so hard my head cracked sideways. Good. I liked that my face stung. It made the burn in my guts less intense.

“That’s the second time you’ve slapped me. But that’s OK. I’m used to horsepower between my legs. I like my women strong and full of kick. So be ready, darling, for the f*ck of your life. I guarantee it will be nothing short of spectacular.”

She drew in a sharp breath. “I’m guessing your dick must be really small. Cause if you need to give me such a sales pitch, your package is obviously lacking.”

I threw back my head and roared with laughter. “Oh babe, you have no idea what’s waiting for you. The ride of a lifetime. And a hundred percent money back guarantee if you aren’t satisfied. Only, my guess is you will be begging for seconds.”

“You don’t listen well do you? I said never. As in N. E. V. E. R.” She snarled, her eyes on fire.

It wasn’t funny anymore. She was serious. F*ck.

I grabbed hold of her shoulders. Her eyes snapped to mine, burning holes through me. Her body trembled beneath my grip. My insides were churning.

“You’ll never want another cock once you’ve had mine. And you’ll beg me to f*ck you. Long and slow. Hard and fast. Against the wall. In your bed. Anywhere and everywhere. You won’t ever get enough. Your body will respond to me when I just enter the room, quivering for me, your juices flowing the second you know I am near. And I will know you are wet for me before I even touch you.”

She shook her head, her body shaking with rage. I loved getting this much fire out of her—and I wasn’t even f*cking her yet.

She looked like a wildcat, hissing at me. “Screw you, Ryder Knox. I’ve got news for you. So listen up. I’m going to marry my kinda boyfriend. He’s perfect for me. You and I will never happen. Find some other woman to degrade with your bullshit. It won’t be me.”

Her fists hammered my chest and she gave an almighty shrug that loosened my grip on her shoulders. My arms dropped to my sides. Stunned, all I could do was stare at her as she stormed off.

No woman had ever said no to me. Usually they lined up to suck my dick.

Jade reached the door, stopped and turned back, glaring daggers at me. “Oh. And Ryder? I won’t be doing another inspection. Uncle Eric will arrange for someone else to do it.”

I sneered. “Suit yourself. There’s plenty of other p-ssy out there.”

The door shook as she left. F*ck her.

Why the hell was I feeling sick to the stomach?