Force (The Disciples Book 5), page 10
“Thank God, I’m destroying my shoes.” I roll my bag to the side of the road, then grab his shoulders and sling my leg over. The seat is warm, and I’m instantly aware of how close we are. Maybe I should have walked?
Rip looks back and winks. “Grab my waist and hold on.”
“Oh, um, okay.” My hands awkwardly go around his waist. “Maybe I should—” As the massive machine takes off, I lunge into his back, effectively stifling my words. This is so uncomfortable. I try not to let my hands slip down, which is pointless. They slide with every bump. I give up and focus over his shoulder at the clubhouse, pushing away how this must look.
This was not how I saw myself arriving, but then again, what has gone smoothly today?
Seeming unbothered by my horror, Rip pulls into a spot out front and happily grins back at me.
“I should have walked.” I use his shoulder to climb off and peer around at all the faces.
“Nonsense, you would have ruined your outfit.” He winks at me.
“Rip, stop it,” I say, my voice tight.
He throws back his head to laugh and I almost kick him with my heel. “Relax, Jule. He’s not here. Come on.” He grabs my hand and starts to drag me up the porch steps.
“Hey.” He whistles loudly at a group of guys. “Prospect, get her luggage.” One jumps off the porch and heads toward my bag as Rip holds the door for me to enter.
“You want a drink? Or can I interest you in a taste of my latest blend?” He maneuvers us around the pool table and over to the bar area.
“That’s the last thing I need right now, Rip.” I glance around. The place looks the same. Maybe they got a new couch? Not sure.
“I’m sick of New York, and Gia offered me their place in Malibu.” A loud snap of the balls on the pool table makes me jump. There’s only a handful of bikers, so I have no idea why I’m jumpy.
“Darlin’, you’re in Burbank, not Malibu.” He smirks. His tan surfer boy good looks make him look out of place, sort of. I mean, Axel looks like a model… with tattoos. Blade and David look like a mean Thor, and Ryder… Aquaman.
“You okay?” Rip leans over the bar, reaching to grab a bottle of Casamigos tequila.
“Define okay?”
“Perfect, let’s get drunk and you can tell Daddy Rip everything.” He laughs as he offers me his arm.
“Rip. Please don’t refer yourself as my daddy.” I roll my eyes at him, and take his arm as I pretend to ignore any looks we might be getting as we move to sit in the corner.
“Where’s Ryder?”
“Meeting with his lawyer. Shit is going on. He may not be thrilled you’re here, you know.”
My face instantly floods with heat as I dig my fingers into his arm.
“Christ, your nails, Jules.” He frowns at me.
“Is he in trouble?” My legs instantly feel like rubber. I should leave. Go to Malibu before he shows up. Instead, I drop into the chair that Rip pushes me into.
“That’s classified shit,” he responds.
A loud bang, followed by yelling, makes both of us turn to the front door. A tall, dark-haired guy with glasses stands holding the screen open with his foot. In his hands is a giant monitor. He doesn’t look like a biker. More like a professor, but he has the leather vest thing on.
“Now what?” Rip stands. “Here.” He hands me the bottle and goes over to where the commotion’s happening.
I bite my lower lip as I watch. Rip seems to be trying to calm the professor down while helping the other guys bring in numerous boxes. With the amount of electronic stuff they’re carrying upstairs toward the bedrooms, it looks like they robbed a Best Buy.
I glance down at the bottle and up at Rip, who doesn’t look like he’ll be joining me anytime soon.
Screw it, I could use some liquid courage. I need to find my luggage. Maybe I can slip out the back door, get a new Uber driver to actually take me to Malibu. The last thing I want to do is cause problems.
I stand and look around. Aside from the two guys playing pool, everyone else seems to have disappeared. I twist open the bottle and take a sip.
“Oh God.” I almost spit it out, but manage to choke it past my burning tongue and let it slide down my raw throat.
“The hell is she doing here?”
Swinging around, I’m barely able to breathe, let alone talk, as I blink up at him. He’s awe-inspiring. My stomach flips at the thrill of seeing him.
Ryder’s eyes hold mine as he stares at me in disbelief.
Dark, demanding, and dangerous.
I want him.
I’m sure this behavior is unhealthy. I’m basically stalking him, dropping everything to see him. But I don’t even care. The way his eyes are focused on me makes my core pulse. God, my panties are soaked. I think I could come just knowing he’s staring at me.
“What the fuck, Julianna?” Axel asks the air since I literally have to blink him into focus.
“Did you know she was coming?” Blade’s voice alerts me to the fact that he, too, is in the room.
“No.” Ryder’s voice makes me shiver. I grab the back of the chair and hope no one saw it.
In two steps he has my chin. Gone are all thoughts of my burned tongue. All I can do is focus on his strong fingers—it’s like they’re branding me.
His eyes bore into mine as if he’s searching for something he must find. His thumb caresses my lips in approval.
His. I belong with him. I feel it. It’s not merely a need; it’s a force that grows stronger each day. And today, I’ve decided not to fight it anymore.
“What are you doing, Bellezza?” His gravelly voice is so intimate, I don’t care that Blade is sending disapproving juju, or that Axel said what he did.
“Again, what fuck is going on? Is Gia here too?”
Ryder’s lips twitch and his eyes dip to mine. “Don’t disturb me unless someone’s dead,” he calls over his shoulder, taking my hand. His touch is warm, strong, secure. As we take the stairs, I try to breathe.
This is happening. I really am here. My stomach flutters. I’m going to be fucked, hard, by Ryder. I almost moan as I fight the temptation to reach down and touch his thick cock in the middle of the hallway while he unlocks his bedroom door.
“Easy, Bellezza.” His voice… I love it. My swollen pussy seems to contract any time he says Bellezza.
“You’re panting.” He swings the door open and smiles at me. My heart skips, and I’m breathless for a second. Ryder, in general, is magnificent, but if he graces you with a smile, you become invincible.
“Bellezza, you look pretty needy. You want my mouth or my cock?”
God, he’s not lying. I’m taking small, fast breaths. “Everything. I want everything.” My face heats up, but why lie? He knows it.
I go to walk in, but he blocks the entrance with his powerful arm. My eyes dart up to his. It’s like getting lost in a beehive of dark, warm honey.
“Have you been a good girl?”
“Yes.” I rest my back against the doorframe.
“No other cocks have been in this cunt, have they?” He reaches to cup my pussy, and I almost start rubbing myself on his hand. What is wrong with me?
“Words. Use them. Tell me if anyone’s touched what’s mine?”
I lick my lips, my eyes trapped in his dark possessiveness. “I haven’t had sex since Axel’s wedding.” I bite my tongue from adding What about you? But that is going to cause me pain. I know that answer. Right now, I need him to ease this ache in me.
“Good girl,” he whispers into my mouth. “When you touch yourself, who are you thinking about?” He rubs my neck with his other hand.
My pulse surges. “You know it’s you,” I retort. He raises a dark brow at me, and I almost scream, ‘Fuck me’, but that could backfire.
“I know.” His warm hands tighten slightly on my neck. “It’s painful wanting pleasure that bad.”
I close my eyes, trying to get ahold of my emotions. “Go inside. I want you naked on my bed.” My eyes bolt open. Jesus, he’s absolutely filthy.
“Julianna.” His voice is stern. “Go. I need to make a phone call.”
It’s hard to understand, but Ryder makes me feel secure. I kick off my heels while he talks on the phone. I can’t make out what he’s saying, but clearly Rip wasn’t joking. Something is going on.
“On the bed,” he orders, tossing his vest and phone on the chair. I climb onto his giant mattress.
“Spread your legs.” Again, I’m mortified at how my body responds to his nasty mouth. But it does. And I desperately want to please him.
Slowly I open my legs. He moves to stand over me. His eyes rake over my body as he removes his T-shirt. And I’m graced with the enormity that is Ryder. His arms and chest are covered in tattoos. I almost moan out loud; he’s that magnificent.
Breathe, I need to breathe. While I watch his tan hand unbutton his jeans, my pulse might as well be beating out of my chest.
“Eyes.” His voice jerks them up to his.
“But…” My eyes dip down to his hard eight-pack.
“I know, baby, but I want your eyes. You can watch my cock later.”
I blink up at him. Time stops.
The world, noises, everything but us. It’s almost frightening how connected I am with him, as if he truly does own me, mind, body, and soul.
“That’s it. That’s my girl.” He reaches for my legs and jerks me to the edge of the bed. “I was gonna go slow, but fuck that…”
In one hard thrust, his cock is deep inside me. Not sure, but I think I scream. I’m lost, forever chained to him as he fucks me. In and out, his cock impales me, hard and deep.
“Ryder.” My fingers grab the sheet beneath me while he holds the backs of my legs, raising me to fuck me deeper.
“Rub your clit,” he grunts, nostrils flaring.
I bite my bottom lip as I do what he says. I’d hoped he was going to tell me to come. I’m already pulsing, my swollen, slick clit so sensitive.
“Ryder,” I whimper as my finger rubs circles on it. “It… feels so good.” My other hand claws into his forearm.
“Yeah, that’s it, Bellezza, so fucking good. I’m close.” His nostrils flare again, as if the scent of our sex turns him on.
“Rub. I’m gonna fill this cunt up.” All I can do is obey, my body tight, ready to explode while his hips pound into me. That’s when I see it. His eyes change and I’m caught, ruined forever as I watch him come undone, taking me with him.
“Come,” he demands, and I do, pulsing on his cock, soaring, letting him take me to another zone, another realm. The orgasm is so intense, I see black dots as I let myself go. Not sure, but I think I might be chanting his name. All I know is I’m suddenly in his arms.
He kisses my eyes; his voice soothes me. “Shh, I got you.” He kisses the wetness off my cheeks. Blinking at him, I let my hands drift up to his neck.
“I don’t cry.” But I can’t seem to stop. As soon as I speak, it’s like the floodgates have opened, and I’m sobbing, clinging to him. He wipes my tears and licks them with his tongue.
“What’s happening?” I choke out. What the hell is wrong with me? He continues to kiss me. It’s slow and deep, and I never want to move. His tongue slowly twists with mine, and I taste my own tears. Lacing his fingers with mine, he raises my hands above my head as his hips slowly move. Jesus, is he still hard?
“I like you coming apart.” Slowly, he pumps his cock in and out of me.
“I’m mortified…” I gasp as he does one deep, hard thrust. I’m so sensitive and raw that I can only hold on while he sets me free.
“Fuck, that’s it. Give it to me, Julianna.”
My heart skips a beat at his praise. It’s like I’m starved for it.
“That’s my good girl. I feel that greedy cunt ready to come. You wait though,” he rasps into my mouth. Goose bumps scatter across my arms, but my skin feels feverish. I lose sight of everything but his thick cock, sliding in and out.
Suddenly he lets go of my hands and pulls out. Before I can protest, he grips his cock and starts jacking off. It’s hard and rough, his hand easily able to jerk his cock since it’s soaked.
“Fuck. Open your mouth,” he says as hot, milky strands shoot out of the tip onto my face, my mouth. He keeps marking me, emptying the last of himself on my breasts.
“You’re mine.” While he stares at me, his seed drips down my cheeks. I should be horrified that he shot his wad on me. Instead, I like it, a lot.
Licking my lips, I take as much of his seed into my mouth as I can and swallow. I’m done pretending that there is no connection between us. I know it, and so does he, even if he won’t admit it.
A slow smirk graces his lips. Standing, he pulls me to him. His mouth goes straight for my already throbbing pussy. On instinct, I grab his thick, dark hair as he takes over, eating me like he’s starved.
Rough.
Nasty.
Ryder’s a force I can’t live without, and I don’t intend to. When I arch into his mouth, he sucks on my clit like it’s nectar.
“Oh God.” Turning my face to the side, I gaze down at him.
His eyes hold mine while he inserts two fingers to fuck me. His mouth sucks my swollen nub and that’s it—I’m shattered into a million pieces, pulsing against his mouth as his tongue continues to torture me through my orgasm.
Lying there, staring at him, I can barely move. For the first time in years, I want to smile.
When he leans down to pick me up, his muscles flex, and though I’m exhausted, I can’t peel my eyes away. “Shower, then you can sleep,” he murmurs.
Stretching my arms up, I wrap them around his neck. “I needed that,” I whisper. Sighing, I breathe in his delicious warm, spicy scent.
His body instantly tenses and my eyes, which were closing, pop open. He’s distancing himself.
“I’m gonna clean you. Then I have shit I need to take care of.” His voice is dry, as if he’s bored, but he’s not bored. This is his way of telling me that was just sex and now it’s over. All that crap about me being his was so I’d let him shoot his load on my face.
Oh my God. I licked it off and swallowed. My face burns with humiliation, and I want to run and hide. Crying? Jesus, who, cries after an orgasm?
“I can clean myself,” I snap, squirming to get my sore body out of his arms.
“Don’t,” he demands, his arms tightening. I want to scream ‘Why? What’s wrong with you?’ Because something is, or it’s me. Clearly, Ryder’s a master at making you feel that you’re special, but as soon as he’s done fucking you, he’s gone, closed off, saying words that slice your heart.
“Just put me down, Ryder. I should have called, but I figured I was in town, and I really needed someone to get me off. So, thanks for that.” I try to smile, but my lips twitch instead with the ugly words that come dripping out.
“Christ.” He keeps walking, using his elbow to flip on the bathroom light and setting me down.
“Look.” His beautiful face shows me very little besides the storm raging in his eyes. “I can’t give you what you need right now.”
Like a bobblehead, I keep nodding until he grabs my chin. My heart pounds.
“Stop.” He shakes my chin. “I’m nothing but pain.”
I blink at him. That’s what my heart was beating out of my chest for? I jerk my chin away. “You have to do better than that, Ryder. Pain? Who isn’t pain?”
That seems to startle him. He cocks his head at me as if he truly is trying to read my mind, so I make it easy for him.
“I came here… for you.” I shrug. “I had a horrible day, and I needed you. I should have called, but to be honest, I was scared you’d do exactly this.” My voice echoes around the bathroom.
“You don’t know what or who I am.” He shakes his head at me. “But you’re not leaving until I say so.” His voice is flat, and any hope I had of uncovering his real feelings evaporates. I laugh because quite frankly, I’m exhausted.
“I’m going to take a shower… alone.”
His eyes peruse my face as if he’s deciding whether to allow that, but I’m done. I move around him, and step in, not even caring that the water is ice cold. Truth is, I’m too tired to deal with Ryder and me right now. I lift my face to the icy sting. It actually feels good. I’m going to ignore Ryder and sleep, deal with everything in the morning.
RYDER
Present
Disciples’ clubhouse
Burbank, CA
What the fuck am I gonna do with her? I did not prepare for this. My obsession showing up out of the blue, with her big blue eyes and fucking scent, standing there with a bottle of Casamigos tequila in her hand. Taking my breath away with her beauty… yeah, I let my dick take over.
And now, I need to think. Realistically, I should wake her up and drop her off at Granger’s house. Fucking Granger. But that ain’t happening.
I run my hand through my wet hair. I actually slept, only waking at 3 AM to roll over, grab Julianna, and slip my cock into her wet pussy from behind. Making her scream that she loves it. Then passing out again and waking up half an hour ago.
“Christ.” Inhaling deeply, I take a whiff of her: apples and lemons along with the scent of our sex. I adjust my erection, then grab a T-shirt. My phone vibrates on my dresser. Ignoring it, I try to get my mind in the game and as far away from Julianna’s addictive pussy as I can.
I light up a cigarette, deciding not to wake her. All I’ll want is to climb back in bed with her and let her cunt distract me from my day.
Closing my eyes, I inhale, blocking out the ghosts that want to remind me of shit that I don’t want to revisit.
Souls, destiny, some people are made to mate, to love and be together. My eyes narrow as I take another deep inhale on my cancer stick. Maybe in another life, Julianna and I can have that. In this one, if I’m not careful, I’m gonna die in jail.
I grab my phone and look down at a ton of texts and missed calls. Most of them are from Rodney, saying that Jett Powers will meet with us. The last two are from Blade, saying he’ll meet me at O’Malley’s.
Fucking messy. All this shit is piling up, and having Rex, the president of the Sinners, in town is not making me happy. Not that I think he or the Sinners are involved with any of the shit that’s happening with me and the club. But I trust no one besides my core group of brothers.
