Page 32 of Laying it Bare Biker Style: Ryder

Wrapping my legs around his waist, Ishoved myself up into him as he drove into me. Fire zipped down myspine to my core. I had thought the first time with him wasamazing, but this was going to blow that out of the water. Itwasn’t that he was trying out a new trick or technique. Theheightening of my pleasure was all because of four words that meantthe world to me. His next thrust had swirls of electricitycollecting in my belly, increasing with each successive plungeuntil the familiar tingle of my orgasm crept up on me. “I’m goingto come again, Ryder. You feel so amazing.”

“Squeeze my cock, Sage, andpull my hair. Your pussy is rippling along my length and it feelslike fucking paradise.” He pressed light kisses to my cheek,temple, and forehead. “That’s it, Sage. Squeeze me and then soak mydick.” Sweat dripped down the side of his face and plopped onto mynaked chest. It was so sexy hot. With his next thrust, my pussygripped his dick and I trembled as my orgasm rolled over me,currents of electricity vaulting throughout my core before shootingout across my body.

Two thrusts later, he moaned my nameas his cock swelled inside of me. Then he stilled and his warmrelease filled my channel. After a moment, he slowly slid out of meand then rolled to his back, taking me with him. Draping me acrosshis chest, he trailed his fingers up and down my spine. “I loveyou. I’m sorry I couldn’t bring myself to tell you thatsooner.”

Lifting my head to look at him, Irested my chin on my hand. “Neither of us were ready before now.And I understood your hesitation. I’m sorry you had to deal withthat kind of betrayal. But I hope way deep down you know you cantrust me, fully. I would never betray you.” Stretching my free armout, I ran my fingers through his hair.

“I have no doubt aboutthat. Sage, you don’t have a dishonest bone in your body. I’m notsure I really deserve you, but too bad because you can’t take backyour ‘I love you’ and I’m not giving up this luscious body.” Hishands trailed down to the bottom of my spine and around my ass togive it a squeeze.

My lips pulled down into a frown asreality started creeping in on our post orgasmic bliss.

“Hey, what’s the matter,Sweetheart?” His eyes filled with concern and his arms wrappedaround me in a comforting hug.

“Iamtaking your suggestion and tryingto just think of this baby as ours since I don’t remember theattack and maybe now that we’re together together it will be easierto get my brain on board with the idea. But I know it’s not goingto be that easy. I’m going to have set backs andmeltdowns.”

“If it gets to be too muchfor the two of us to handle; I can talk to Blooms and see if shehas a good recommendation for a therapist. And we can both go tohim or her to talk. Only if you want. She would keep the paternityconfidential. Because I meant it when I said I consider the babymine. I will raise it with you like my own.”

Tears pooled in my eyes a momentbefore they spilled down my cheeks. “We’ll see how things go. Idon’t know that I want anyone to know differently about the baby.And I’m not sure I deserve you either, but I think you’re my rewardfor all of the shit life has thrown my way.”

“I wouldn’t consider myselfa reward but if you say so, I’ll take it. But I think you deserveway better, but like I said it’s too late, you’re stuck with menow.” Smirking, he rolled to his side and snuggled me into hisarms. “Close your eyes and sleep, Sweetheart. I’m here if you needme.”

Cuddling closer, I tucked my handsunder my chin and breathed in the scent of our lovemaking mixedwith him and it helped to soothe my rattled nerves and I driftedoff to sleep.

The next morning, he dropped me off atthe restaurant after he checked in at the garage. I was starting toget proficient at my job; more comfortable with getting the ordersout more efficiently. At first, I did bring items out one or two ata time because I was afraid I’d drop them or something. But I wasfiguring out things and the other waitresses were really nice andhelpful. However, I was still a little reserved around them – mydealings with the girls at the Pyro’s club had made me skittishwith trusting new girls – but I was starting to come around. AfterI clocked in and locked my purse up in my locker in the employeelounge, I stood behind the counter, tying my apron, when Sydneywalked over to me.

“So you and Ryder,huh?”

At once my hackles rose. Maybe thatwas why the girls were so nice to me. To get gossip on Ryder or totease me about him.

She must have read my face becausehers fell. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything likethat by what I said.” She put her hand on my arm. “I was trying togo for teasing, but I’m not sure how it came across. I’m happy foryou. He got such a raw deal with Jensen and I’m glad to see himhappy. You’re really sweet and perfect for him.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean toassume the worst. It’s my gut reaction but I’m trying to curb that.The last club I was at; the girls didn’t treat me well. I reallylike you guys here. I’ve really appreciated your friendship andhelp.”

“Good. But maybe I need towork on my delivery. I’m glad I’m not a comedian.” She laughed, herblonde ponytail swishing with the movement and her blue eyessparkling with amusement.

I couldn’t help joining in. “Maybethere are classes you can take or someone who could mentoryou.”

“See, that was a gooddelivery. Maybe I’ll take some cues from you.” She glanced aroundthe restaurant. “Guess we should stop standing around and gabbingand be productive. I can’t believe we’re this full already. Butthat means more tips.”

“That’s always a greatthing. Plus when we’re busy, time goes faster.”

We stepped around the counter and sheheaded to her section and I headed to mine.

A steady flow of customers streamed infor the next few hours. I didn’t mind. It did make the day go byfaster and we rarely had any rude patrons. Most of the time theywere really friendly and loved to make small talk. That was anotherthing I really enjoyed about the place. When I was in school, theother students treated me like an outcast because of my lack ofmoney and nice things and my time with the Pyros wasn’t any better.I grew used to the malicious treatment, but it didn’t mean I didn’tlong for some friends.

When things calmed down before wecould expect a possible lunch rush, I busied myself with cleaningthe bathrooms and some of the areas that had gotten particularlydirty. The kitchen buzzed with activity as they prepared lunchorders to be delivered or picked up; which was their normal routineso that they weren’t swamped then when customers came into therestaurant at lunchtime.

The two garbage cans were overflowingwith trash since we had been so busy and at the moment most handswere on deck filling orders, so I decided to gather it and take atleast one of them out back to the dumpster. Hefting the bag out ofthe container, I grunted. Hell, it was heavier than I hadanticipated. Playing a sad game of tug-of-war with it, I finallymanaged to wrench it free and lugged it out the back door and intothe alley. The dumpster sat along the back wall of the building, soI secured the extra bag I had snatched to fill the can in the doorjamb so that I wouldn’t get locked out. Then I staggered over tothe dumpster and hoisted the stuffed to capacity bag intoit.

When I was on my way back to the door,a lone massive figure popped around the corner.

Dark hair, cold dark eyes, and a cruelsneer curled his lips. “Hello, Sage.”

A flash of memory struck me; the manpunching me in the face, holding me down, and I was momentarilyjolted to a stop. Thankfully, I reanimated instantly, a screamerupting from my throat, and I raced for the door. I had justripped it open when he grabbed my ankle. Kicking with all I had, Itripped through the opening and caught myself on my elbows andknees. When I managed to wrench myself free, I tossed a quick lookover my shoulder to make sure he wasn’t still behind me and spotteda swift blur of someone giving chase to my attacker. Scrambling therest of the way inside, my momentum caused me to trip again,scuffing my elbows and knees once again on the kitchenfloor.

Randy rushed around the counter inalarm. “What the hell is going on?” His eyes gave me the once overand he promptly dropped to a crouch to help me up. “What happened?Are you okay? Other than your bloody brush burned knees andelbows?”

Body still trembling from myadrenaline rush and huge dose of fear, I shakily got to my feet.“When I took out the trash, someone tried to grab me. Well, someonewho knew me. But not a friend.” Tears burned the backs of my eyes,my heart pounded against my chest, and I couldn’t get a hold of mybreathing.

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