Page 11 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

Chapter Three

Ryker stared at her apartment building for a while. What the fuck was he doing? He puffed on his fifth cigarette since he’d parked. There was no denying he needed something stronger than cigarettes. He glanced at his phone and it clicked over to 9:01. After taking one last draw off his cigarette, he stomped it out and grabbed a piece of gum, making his way to the apartment building.

Nervousness crept upon him, surprising him with its intensity. He never got nervous around women. He walked up the stairs and searched for her apartment. When he found it, he tapped his knuckles against the door.

She opened the door almost immediately. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He smiled at her. She was nervous too.

“I made dinner.” She stepped out of the way. “I know you’re going to laugh at me, but all I had was ham and cheese.”

He stepped inside and closed the door, locking it behind him. “No pickles?”

She scrunched her nose. “I don’t eat them. Sorry.”

He laughed. “It’s fine. I wasn’t expecting dinner.”

“Oh. Uh, right.”

He watched her for a moment. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

She nodded. “Yeah. Uh, let’s eat.”

She set his plate on the small table taking up a portion of her equally small kitchen. He sat down at the end against the wall. The last meal he had was at lunch and it hadn’t been all that great. His stomach growled at the smell of the food she set before him.

“I seriously doubt you called me over to eat with you.” Ryker glanced up at her. She’d changed into tight jeans and an oversized shirt.

“Well, no. I just thought it would break the ice.” She sat down next to him.

He smiled. The nervousness he felt left his body almost immediately. She looked great. Her blonde hair was pulled back and she had makeup on.

“You fuck many men, Ella?” Ryker asked.

“No.”

“When’s the last time?”

She shrugged. “I work all the time and sleep when I’m not working.”

He narrowed his eyes. He knew his father had taken her into the back room. They’d stayed gone for a while. “What does that mean, exactly?”

She glanced over at him. “I don’t. Haven’t.” She pursed her lips. “I just… It’s not something I think about.”

He tilted his head. “And that whole charade with my father? You just blew him?”

She frowned. “I didn’t do anything with your father. He told me to get out of town and leave you alone. When I responded that I had a year left on my residency, he asked me to get fentanyl for him as payment for getting my father. There was no blowing involved.”

Ryker took a deep breath. That slimy son of a bitch. He had never wanted to punch the bastard so much in his entire fucking life. Instead of saying something, he rubbed his chin.

“So you’re a virgin?”

“You make it sound dirty.” She chewed on her lip. “It never happened for me. I had so much going on with school and work. My dad made certain that every guy in the state didn’t touch me.” She glanced up at him. “I came close a few times, but it never happened.”

A few. Why did that piss him off? How many guys were a few? Why the fuck did he care so damn much? He was far from innocent. Hell, he didn’t even know all his sex partners.

“And you want it to happen tonight?”

“I don’t know what I wanted, honestly. I knew you would want sex, but I just liked the way you feel against me.”

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