Page 1 of Ryder
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Someone was slapping atmy face, and I groaned, moving my head to try and escape. The world seemed to tilt and sway with the small movement.
“Wake up, brother.” What the fuck. I shoved his hand away, and cursed at him. I was beyond uncomfortable, and why did my bed feel like concrete?
“Will you wake the fuck up?” I heard a voice bark out. Reacher. My Club President.Fuck. I squinted the second I groggily opened my eyes. I felt strange, like I’d been knocked out. My head felt woozy. Had I been in a fight?
“What the fuck did you get up to, brother? You’re a mess.”
I rubbed at my eyes, wondering why there were six bikers standing around me, all smirking. They weren’t too tall, as I’d first imagined, because I was on the ground.No wonder it was fucking uncomfortable.
I swallowed, my throat dry and raw. I felt like I’d been on a bender for two days, and forgotten my own name. I blinkedslowly as my eyes started to focus properly. What the fuck had happened, and where the hell was I?
“Ryder, brother.” Someone crouched beside me; Stitch, my VP. “What happened to you?”
I stared at him blearily. “Where am I?”
He glanced up at Reacher, a concerned frown on his face when he looked back at me.
“Clubhouse. Where were you all night?”
I rubbed at my face. Stubble. Last night? What the fuck.
“What day is it?”
Reacher cursed. “Get him inside.” I felt people hoisting me up, and then they were carrying me inside, into the blessed dimness of the clubhouse. How the fuck did I get here? Or was I always here? Were they messing with me?
They shoved me down on one of the leather sofas, and I groaned, my stomach roiling dangerously.
“Jesus.”
“I’ll get Doc,” Stitch muttered, leaving me alone with Reacher, and a few other brothers.
“You must have been wasted, man,” I heard one of them mutter, followed by low chuckles.
“Went off with that MILF, didn’t he?” Another said; Jacko, it sounded like. I turned to look at him, needing someone to fill in the fucking blanks for me.
“What MILF?”
“Fucking hell… what did you take?”
Reacher suddenly barked at them all to fuck off, and I watched my brothers dissipate, as he leaned over me, lowering his voice.
“First things first, put your junk away, and then we’ll talk.” I stared at him for a moment, trying to absorb his words. My brain was fuzzy. Cloudy. Nothing made sense. I wasn’t even sure any of this was real.
He pointed at my lap, and I glanced down. My leather jeans were undone, and my cock was showing.
“Fucking hell.” I moved to put myself away, zipping up carefully.
“Prospect? Get him some water,” Reacher barked at one of the kids. I don’t know who. I mean, I could barely focus on what was happening as it was.
“Pres, how the fuck did I get here?”
He crouched in front of me, his beardy face looking concerned now, rather than the usual mixture of pissed and stressed, with a side of cranky.
“Brother, what do you remember?”
I rubbed my face again, trying to wake myself up some more, my stomach churning again at all the unknowns.
