Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 24 ~ Jade

Finally we left the city behind and wound up Mulholland Drive. At this point he could take me anywhere, I’d be happy. A small voice in my head reminded me that I was on the back of a badass biker’s motorcycle. Strangely, I wasn’t afraid. Should I be?

It was men like Marcus, who pretended to be what they weren’t, that frightened me more—wolves in sheep’s clothing. With Ryder I knew exactly where I stood. In spite of his rugged, and often fierce appearance, he was mostly transparent. If he was angry, I knew it. If he was happy... No, I had no idea what he looked like when he was happy.

Yet, inexplicably, I did trust the man. Mostly.

Except when he looked at me with lust in his eyes. I’d seen lust—more than once.

No, don’t go there.

The small voice was back: He’s married, Jade.

How could I forget that? Even for an instant?

Right at this moment, I was a smart, professional woman with temporary memory loss.

My heart twisted, and I had an uneasy feeling that knotted my stomach and tightened my throat. I shouldn’t be here, away from civilisation, dressed like this.

Alone with a man like Ryder.

And anyway, how come he was there in the street at that exact moment? Coincidence? That was highly unlikely. Was he stalking me? I doubted that. Ryder had no real interest in me.

It must’ve been coincidence.

I loosened my arms around his torso and shuffled my ass backward on the seat. I shouldn’t be leaning this closely into him; it was just . . . wrong. I gave Marcus hell about screwing other girls and here I was on the back of a married man’s bike, letting him take me wherever he wanted to. I hated two-faced people. Yet, I was no different in this moment. I lifted my cheek off Ryder’s back, even though it took all my strength to do it.

Ryder stiffened. His muscles tensed, as if knew what I was thinking.

I’d give anything to read his mind right now.

Was he thinking about Mia? His babies?

I squeezed my eyes closed and drew in a long breath and let it out slowly, trying my best to calm my erratic thoughts and my racing heart. Just then Ryder pulled over and shut the engine down. He kicked out the stand of the bike. What the hell was he doing?

He thinks I’m an easy target. A slut. Ripe for the picking. Oh God.

If only I could disappear into thin air. I loosened my arms around him and leaned as far back as I could without falling off the seat.

“Ryder?” My shaky voice cut through the clear night air.

“Yeah?”

I jumped off the bike and stood on unsteady legs—I didn’t want to be so close to him any longer.

He lifted a leg over the bike and stood with his arms folded across his chest, his eyes boring into me. I pulled my dress down. It wasn’t helping much—it clung to my body. Thank God it was dark.

“I shouldn’t have asked you to take me for a ride. I’m sorry. I’ll call a cab.” I dug in my purse for my phone.

“What the f*ck’s gotten into you? I’m not letting you out of my sight dressed like that. You won’t make it home alive.” The eye above his scarred cheek twitched.

Ryder was mad as hell.

I rubbed up and down my arms. I was cold and I couldn’t suppress a shiver. My nipples were hard, my hair a mess. And I was tired to the bone—I just wanted to go home.

“It’s a mistake. All of it. I shouldn’t be here. With you.”

“Something wrong with me? I’m not good enough for your fancy tastes?” He smirked.

“No. It’s nothing like that—”

“Well, what then?” His voice was gruff.

“You know the reason,” I huffed, lifting my chin.

“I don’t have a f*cking clue what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. Tell me.”

Pretty?

“Mia. And the kids.”

His eyebrows knitted together. “Now you’ve just confused the living f*ck out of me. What do they have to do with us being here?” he snarled.

I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide my hard nipples. “Shit, Ryder. I don’t do married men.”

He threw his head back and laughed. It roared through his chest and filled the silence surrounding us. Yet it was not a humorous laugh. It was filled with . . . danger.

“That’s not funny. I’m serious. I’m not that kind of girl.”

He took a step closer and dragged his knuckles over my cheek. “What kind of girl are you? The kind to drive a man wild with that f*ck-me dress?” I felt his warm breath on my cheek. He dragged his thumb over my lips. “Are you the kind of girl who gets a man to crave those lips around his cock—”

My breath hitched.

“Tell me, Princess, just what kind of girl are you?”

I gasped. “F*ck you, Ryder.”

He grabbed my face and squeezed my cheeks—hard. His eyes glistened in the dark. “Yeah bitch, right now I want to. The way you’re looking at me . . .” He gripped a handful of hair against my scalp and yanked my head back, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“I’m going to f*ck you right here, on the back of my bike. Taste your skin. I’m going to suck those nipples and slide my cock into your warm, wet p-ssy. And then I’m going to f*ck you—and you’re going to beg me for more. Yeah, that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Don’t you dare—”

“Or what? We’re all alone. In the middle of f*cking nowhere.”

Good God. I didn’t stand a chance against this giant of a man. Panic rose in my chest.

“I’m not scared of you. I’ll walk to the road and get a ride.” I'd have to bluff my way through this disaster. I pulled my dress right down; yet my ass was still practically hanging out.

He crossed his arms and glared at me. “You won’t get far dressed in those f*ck-me heels either,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“I’ll take my chances.” I stumbled past him, the gravel and darkness making it difficult to navigate my way toward the road. I heard the sound of a car approaching. Maybe I could flag it down and get a ride back to the city. This was everything Mom had ever warned me about. Why hadn’t I listened?

I quickened my pace, hoping I could get to the road in time. Gravel crunched behind me. Crap, he was coming for me. I had to get away.

“F*ck. Didn’t I tell you earlier I wasn’t letting you out of my f*cking sight? Don’t you listen?”

A steely hand gripped my arm and swung me around. I crashed into a hard chest—a warm chest that smelled so good. All I really wanted to do was to snuggle into his warmth. But I couldn't.

I hammered against him with my fists. “Let me go.”

“Never. Like it or not, I’m going to make you mine.”

Stunned, my head snapped up to stare at his face, my mouth hanging open.

“Why would you say shit like that? You’re an even bigger a*shole than Marcus. At least he isn’t married.”

He let me go as if my skin was on fire.

His jaw clenched, a vein ticking in his thick neck. His eyes narrowed. He looked dangerous. And scary. “Neither am I, babe.”

“Mia? Your kids? Conveniently forgotten about them? Remember I’ve seen them. In the house. You can’t lie to me.”

His voice boomed. “Mia isn’t my wife. Those aren’t my kids.” He stood planted in front of me, his legs spread wide with his arms folded across his chest.

“Stop lying. It’s no use. I’m not going to f*ck you, no matter what you say,” I hissed, copying his stance.

He gripped my upper arms and pulled me closer. “Yeah. You are. You’re going to f*ck me. I can see the want in your eyes. I know you want me buried deep inside that p-ssy of yours. And trust me, even though you drive me crazy like no other bitch ever has, I want you. All of you. From your smart f*cking mouth to the tips of those red toes. And everything in between. Yeah. So get used to the idea.”

“Don’t—”

His mouth came crushing down on mine. I struggled against him, but soon realized it was futile. Who was I kidding? Lust surged through my body as his heat enveloped me, my p-ssy clenching. He was right. I did want him. I wanted to be f*cked long and hard by a magnificent man like Ryder.

More than anything.

His foul mouth, and everything he said he wanted to do to me—I wanted it all.

How could my mind and body betray me like this? It was against everything I believed in.

My arms snaked around his neck of their own accord. I couldn’t help myself.

I wanted Ryder.

I’m damned forever.

Going straight to hell.

I want another woman’s man.