Page 41 of Ryder
Ice:Ry? What the fuck? Do you need backup?
There was a missed call too, and as I stared at my phone it rang again, nearly scaring me into dropping it.
“Yeah.”
“For fuck’s sake, man! You have any idea how fucking annoying it is, waiting around like I have nothing better to do?” Ice was pissed, situation normal.
I cleared my throat, turning and pulling the door open.
“Yeah, man. Sorry about that. I uh… I was still on the phone with her.”
He cursed. “Wait… so you were really on the phone with the bitch?”
Oddly, I wasn’t overly keen on him calling her that. Tori. Her name was Tori.
“Uh… I’ll fill you in when I get back.” I ended the call, and grabbed my helmet, straddling my bike, and getting back on the road. I should have told him not to tell anyone, but the chances were that he’d already done that when he didn’t hear back from me.
Time to head into a major shitstorm.
Sixteen
Itold him myfucking name! What the hell just happened? I’d had the phone placed there when I saw his bike on my external camera. I might have moved on, but I knew he’d return at some point. I was surprised it had taken him so long, but I’d had someone willing to place the phone, for a crazy amount of money. Apparently they were pissed when they realised it was a biker from the local club, and they’d insisted on double the fee, but I didn’t care. What’s money, when it’s all you have?
I’d watched him on that camera as we spoke, his eyes devouring the alley, the buildings, and every darkened corner, while mine devoured him. I loved the way he moved. He prowled on the spot, like a predator, and he was pissed. Seriously pissed. At me. And it was sexy as hell.
I’d never risk being near him without him being knocked out though. He’d made it clear that if he got his hands on me, my choices would be taken away. I’d die before I let that happen, but my suspicion was that he planned it the other way around. He wanted to punish me first, then kill me.
And so instead? Instead we jerked off to the sound of each other’s voices. Was that expected? Normal? Had I imagined it would ever happen? I’d expected him to call me some vile names, and threaten to kill me, especially after he pointed out how dangerous he and his brothers were.
In some ways, this was all Alicia’s fault. She’d brought me a man that I couldn’t stop thinking about, and couldn’t sleep without dreaming about, at least on the rare occasions I did actually sleep. I’d spent the last decade or so barely sleeping, so my body would probably go into shock, if I slept through a night.
His voice though.Wow. Deep, kind of growly, and raspy. It sounded so different from our night together, when it was mostly heard in the form of whispered curses, and grunts of pain. I found that I liked to hear him speaking, even if he was pissed. Hell, maybe even because of it.
His verbal growl had rumbled through the phone, and sent chills down my spine. My fingers had been in my underwear before he’d finished a single sentence. I’d been impossibly wet already.
He’d demanded that I join him, said he’d fuck me on his bike, or break that bed with me, and I wanted that. So badly. His threats, because that’s what they were really, were dark and intense, and I’d had to fight the urge to drive there, and let him have me.
It had been a good thing that I’d been miles away at the time. If I’d been in my old flat, two floors up from where he’d stood, I might have found my way out into that alleyway, to experience everything he’d threatened.
I shouldn’t be dwelling on him, but focusing on moving on. Getting out of town would be a better idea. I’d done my thing enough times in this town that people could figure it out. Someone would talk eventually. Most men were ashamed if they realised what happened, and they didn’t dare talk about it.
It was how I had been getting away with it for so damn long. I wasn’t hurting them, not really. Their masculinity probably took a bit of a hit, but why should I care about that?Who’d cared about me?
Ryder
Yeah, I walked intoa shitstorm alright, and I couldn’t hide the mess I’d made of myself either. I’d tried wiping it off, but cum is cum, and it’s pretty fucking obvious what it is when it dries.
I’d shoved my way past Torch and Ice, and was halfway to my room, when Reacher grabbed my arm, and pulled me around to face him. His eyes seemed to reluctantly pass over me, and then his eyebrows raised.
“Anything you want to tell me, brother?”
I pulled my arm free. “Yeah, I had a really nice wank, thanks for asking. You want details?”
He snorted, following me as I headed into my room. I hadn’t shut the door, because the bastard would follow either way.
I headed straight for my shower, and took my time, knowing that they would be getting more and more pissed by the time I reappeared. And when I did, hair still dripping water down my back, a thick towel around my waist, I had the whole fucking crew waiting for me.
Reacher and Stitch, Ice, Torch, Has-Been.Has-Been?When did he join the fucking boy band?
