Page 11 of Ryder
“None of your business.”
“I was just wondering if you had an empty house is all,” he asks, quirking his brow suggestively.
My heart rate picks up and I bite my lip to stop the smile I want to give him so badly. “I don’t think that’s a good idea after the way you blew up at me before, besides, you just stuck your tongue down my friends throat.”
“She ain’t a friend Siren, she wants what’s yours.”
I like the way he’s stolen Griff’s nickname for me. “You don’t even know her and I didn’t see you complaining.”
“If you’d have watched for a second longer, you’d have seen me turn her down. I like my women a little less . . . desperate.”
“I don’t think you’re fussy at all when it comes to women,” I scoff.
“You’re wrong. Just like you are about her. She’s not a friend, Neve, and I’m willing to bet my bike that I’m not the first man she’s gone after that you’ve had first.”
My eyes dart down to where my hands fiddle with a broken beer matt. I don’t want to call Liss behind her back, especially to a stranger. But before I can reply, he laughs, “I right aren’t I, she’s done that before.” He leans back in the chair with a smug expression. “I sometimes surprise myself with my skills to read people.”
“If you can read people so well, then you’d know I don’t really want to talk to you right now.”
He gives an easy grin, “Oh, Siren, I read you perfectly well. I’m so in tune with you, I can tell you exactly what you want from me right now.” He leans closer again, resting his arms on the table and staring me in the eye. “You want me to lean across this table and kiss you.” I laugh, shaking my head like he’s being ridiculous. “Then you want me to drag you into a dark corner to fuck you hard and fast.” I try to keep my breathing even so he doesn’t know the effect his words are currently having on me. “And then you want me to take you home and worship every goddamn inch of your body with my mouth, right before I spend the night buried inside of you.” I inhale sharply and his eyes darken with hunger. “So, I’m gonna ask you again Siren, where is that pretty little kid of yours tonight?”
“At her dad’s,” I say, noting how the words come out all breathy with need.
“Then what are we waiting for?” he asks, standing and holding out his hand.
I stare at it for a few seconds. “I can’t…we aren’t…” I stutter the protest out, shaking my head.
He takes my hand in his, and I marvel at the difference in size. “You can and we are,” he says firmly He stands, still holding my hand in his, then he tugs me gently until I do the same. “Cos if I don’t get you alone soon, I’m going to fuck you over this table. And the worrying thing is, I don’t think you’d fucking mind.”
Ryder fist bumps Griffin as we pass to leave. Mya smirks, winking at me but I’m too lost in my own head to respond and as he leads me from the club, I try to come up with all the reasons this is a bad idea. There aren’t many, just one. Finn. And the optimist in me is screaming that I’ve already put Finn in his place and the world didn’t break, so I can do this. I take a few deeps breaths. Besides, I like sex with Ryder. He makes me feel good and I deserve to feel good, right? I nod to myself, not realising Ryder has stopped and I crash into his back.
He turns to face me, smiling and I almost swoon. He should do it more. “Here,” he adds, putting a helmet on the top of my head, then pushing it down until it’s secure. He fastens a strap underneath my chin, then proceeds to put his own on.
A sound clicks inside of my helmet, making me jump in fright, and then Ryders voice crackles in my ear, “Get on.” I watch him throw his own leg over, then glance down at my short skirt. He senses my worry and adds, “No one will see up your skirt, I’ll be blocking their view.”
I carefully climb on behind him and my skirt rides up. Ryder doesn’t wait for me to try and adjust it, instead he grabs my thighs and yanks me closer. Then he finds my hands and wraps them around his waist until my face is pressed against his back. I turn it to the side. I’ve never been on a motorbike before, it was the one thing my mother always warned me about. “Hold tight,” he tells me, right before a loud rumble fills the air, and a vibration runs through me, causing me to gasp. Ryder squeezes my bare leg, “Don’t make those little noises, Neve, it does things to me.”
As he pulls out into traffic, I squeeze my eyes closed in terror. The bike feels powerful as it rumbles and after a few minutes, I begin to relax, opening my eyes as Ryder expertly weaves in and out of the evening traffic. His voice crackles in her ear again. “I can feel your heat on my back, Neve. Are you wet for me or the bike?”
I feel my face burn with embarrassment. I’m not used to men speaking to me like Ryder does, but I must admit, I like it. “I’ve never been on a bike before,” is all I can think to say.
“I’ve never had a woman on this bike, it’s a first for both of us,” he says, sliding his hand up my thigh. He continues until he’s rubbing my inner thigh, causing me to open my legs a little wider. Then his finger brushes against my underwear and a moan slips out involuntary. The thought of him controlling this beast while touching me, sets me on fire. “I’m going to fuck you over my bike, Neve,” he says, his voice rumbling through the headset. “I wanna taste you while you lay across her.”
He slows the bike down, removing his hand and turning into my street. I take a deep breath to compose myself.
“Park outside Griff’s place,” I instruct, the last thing I need is Finn finding out about this before I’ve had chance to burn off some of this sexual chemistry. Ryder hesitates but does it anyway.
He places both feet on the ground and kills the engine. Then without warning, he reaches behind, scooping me in one hand and twisting me expertly around his body, until I’m on his lap and facing him. I’m so impressed by his slick moves, I don’t realise what he’s about to do until his hand is already hidden between us and he’s moving my underwear to one side. He swipes a finger along my opening and I gasp, gripping my hands onto his shoulders. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls, doing the same thing again.
“Jesus, Ryder, someone might see,” I whisper.
He pushes his finger into me and I squeeze his shoulders tighter, leaning back slightly to give him easier access.
“They’ll think it’s my brother, you’ve got a helmet on,” he says, adding a second finger. “Now come for me, Siren.”
“I can’t come here,” I pant, even though my body is already feeling the lick of warmth.
He moves faster. “I bet you can, Siren. I bet you can come fucking hard on my fingers.”