Born to Ride_A Clubhouse Collection

chapter 25 ~ Ryder

She trembled in my arms, yet her fingers were in my hair, twisting it tightly at the nape.

I lifted my mouth off hers just long enough to look down at her perfect heart shaped face. Her eyes were closed and her lips swollen from my assault on them.

F*ck, she was testing me on every level.

“Cold?” My voice sounded harsh in the quiet of the night. It wasn’t because I was angry. No, it was because I was trying my damnest to reign it in. To keep control. Because around this woman all the blood in my brain drained straight to my dick. And while my top head could hardly think rational thoughts, my bottom head was like a missile seeking her heat, her warmth, her p-ssy. It wanted in. To be buried deep inside.

She shivered and nodded her head, eyes squeezed shut. I ran my hands up her arms and felt the goose-bumps on her skin. My gaze drifted down her body. Holy shit, those tits were doing me in, her nipples pebbled against the fabric. I had to suck on those. My dick jerked.


My mouth searched for hers. She pulled away, denying me access. It made me want her even more. I was used to getting what I wanted. Usually it was thrown at me, willingly. The way that she fought me, made my cock and my mind crazy.

“Ryder?”

I groaned. “What’s up?”

Why did women always want to f*cking talk? I’d had enough of this shit. I could feel my heartbeat in my cock. Christ Almighty.

“She called you “honey”. You stroked her hair so...so lovingly. What is Mia to you then?”

Her frown deepened and the corners of her mouth were turned down. She looked f*cking adorable, but I had to put her out of her misery. I pulled away and ran my fingers through my hair.

“Mia is like an older sister to me. We’ve been through a f*cking lot of shit together. I’ll protect her, and her kids, with my last breath.”

“I don’t understand. Why?”

How could anyone be both adorable and so f*cking infuriating at the same time? I’d never understand women.

“Mia is married to my best friend, Cobra. The president of my club, the Scorpio Stinger MC. He saved my life once, and now I owe it to him to protect his family, especially when he can’t be there to do it himself.”

“Really? She’s married to your boss? Ohhh.” She let out a long breath and wrinkled her nose as understanding dawned on her. F*ck, I could squeeze her to death, she was that sweet.

I laughed. “Yeah, you could call Cobra my boss. Anyway, he’s in hospital. Our rival gang tried to kill him. That’s why I moved Mia and the kids to a house in a safe neighbourhood. A*sholes will never think of looking for us in grand suburbia.”

“And that's why you wouldn’t fill in the paperwork—and paid in cash.” She was connecting the dots. Smart woman. I left it at that, I couldn’t explain that it was more, much more, than that that caused my aversion to paperwork.

“Now, can we get back to the business of f*cking?” I raised an eyebrow.

She swatted my arm. “You’re such a horny bastard.”

I gave her a cheesy grin. “You f*cking tease me with those perky tits. Flaunting them in my face. And you expect my cock not to react to that?”

I couldn’t see in the dark, but I was sure she was blushing. “Babe?”

“Yeah?” She looked up at me and grinned.

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

“Do you now?” She teased. Her voice was low and purring.

“And those f*ck-me heels? I want them pressing into my ass as I ride you so hard, you scream my name.”

“Really? You really want me?” She whispered.

F*ck, yeah. If she could see herself through my eyes, she would know the answer to that.

“I want you panting for me. Those lips wrapped around my cock. Sucking me off as if your life depended on it. Yeah. That’s what I want.”

“Hmmm. You’re a bad, bad boy.” The way she licked over her lips was doing me in.

Now she’d gotten me started, I couldn’t stop. “I want to taste you. I bet you taste so f*cking sweet. A good girl like you. My cock wants to bury itself deep inside your warm p-ssy and never come out.”

Her eyes narrowed. She cocked her head and stared at me for a beat before she spoke. “Why do you want me? Surely there are other women—,” she cleared her throat, her gaze unwaveringly trained on me. “Women who would suit you better—who turn you on?”

I chuckled. She really didn't understand.

“Yeah, Princess, here’s the thing. No other woman knows how to press my buttons like you do. They don’t make my cock ache for them. They don’t f*ck with my mind, making me think of them day and night.”

“You...you do?” I don’t know why she whispered, there was nobody else to hear us.

“You have no idea. Babe, if I don’t get inside that sweet p-ssy of yours soon, you’re going to be sorry.”