Page 38 of Ryder
I remembered the video clips she’d sent, closing my eyes as they played in my mind. Would that be all I could ever remember? And it wasn’t a memory of experiencing anything. It was a memory of something I’d seen. Like aYouTubevideo that wouldn’t leave my mind.
And that’s when I realised my cock had just twitched in my pants. Because of what? Being here? Thinking about her? Jesus Christ. Maybe there was a new level of fucked up that I hadn’t reached yet. I stalked outside, determined to get the hell away from this place, and whatever fucked up damage it was doing to me.
There was something sitting on my bike. More accurately, taped to my bike; a phone. I didn’t touch it, because as muchas I wanted to get that fucking tape off my paintwork, I had to be smart. I spent a good few minutes checking out that alleyway, walking in both directions, checking the windows out that looked down into this alley. It would make sense if she could see from a window, and that’s how she’d known I was here. Had she been here this whole time? Had she watched us go in there last time?
The phone started to ring, so I threw caution to the wind, and answered it.
“Yeah.”
“I wondered if you’d come back, lover.” Her voice was husky, low, like she was trying to mask how it sounded.
I swallowed, still looking all around me. “Guess I couldn’t stay away.” Her voice was oddly enticing, and I really didn’t want to find a damn thing about her even remotely pleasant. So why did my dick twitch again?
“I was hoping to see you again,” she practically whispered.
“I’m right here. Come out from wherever you’re hiding.” I kept looking around, certain I’d catch a flash of red hair in a dark corner or something.
“You don’t sound like you really mean that.”
I heaved a sigh. “Guess I should be glad I’m still breathing, right?”
She made a sound, but was it shock? Anger? Sorrow?
“He was weak. That wasn’t my fault.”
I straddled my bike, needing something to hold me upright, because talking to her was actually making me feel shaky.Pathetic.
“Giving him a cocktail of narcotics, and pushing his heart rate up to dangerous levels, wasn’t your fault? Did he choose them? No, of course he didn’t. That’s not how you roll, is it, sweetheart?”
I wanted her to appear from somewhere. I’d coax her away from her hiding place, and I’d bring her closer to me. I dug out my own phone, and sent a text to Ice. I wanted to know if he could trace this call, or do anything to help me work out where she was.
He responded asking for the number, so I checked the phone. Fuck. It just said, ‘unknown number’.
“What are you doing?” She asked suddenly, and why would she ask that? Could she fucking see me?
“What do you think I’m doing?”
She cursed. “You’ve gone suspiciously quiet. Don’t bother trying to alert any of your brothers. I’m nowhere near you right now.”
“I think you are. I think you can see me right now. I think that’s what’s getting you off. Knowing yet again that you can see me, and I can’t see you. It’s pathetic, really. I mean, there has to be something wrong with you that you think no man will want you. That’s why you do it, right?”
She fell silent.
“There’s nothing wrong with me,” she finally replied, forgetting to whisper for a moment. Jesus, my cock was starting to fucking harden in my pants. How was she doing this to me?
“So why won’t you let me see you? You want to ride my cock, I’m right the fuck here. I’ll do you right on my bike, right here. I’ll fill you up with my cock, and fuck your brains out. But I gotta be a bit closer than this. I mean, I’m big… but not that big, you feel me?”
She…what the fuck… she giggled.
“Oh you’re definitely big. I could feel you the day after. I felt bruised inside, from how hard your cock rammed into me, when I rode you. It was delicious.”
Jesus Christ. I’m talking to my rapist, and sporting my first fucking boner since that night. I’m fucked in the head.
“I’m hard,” I blurted, and she laughed.
“I wish I could see it. Hell, I wish I could feel it.”
“Come out here, and I’ll let you feel it.”
