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With the combination of his dirty words and the fact we’re in public, it’s mere seconds before I’m shuddering hard against his hand as an orgasm rips through me.
“See,” he whispers, removing his hand. I lean back against the handlebars trying to regain control of my breathing as Ryder takes off his helmet. I watch as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean and humming in approval. “Now let’s get inside so I can really taste you.”
I get off the bike and remove my own helmet, passing it to him before scanning the street for any kind of life. “Relax,” he says, also stepping off. “No one was watching. And if they did, they’re probably getting off on us.” I smile, but it doesn’t reach my eyes. I’m not looking to see if the neighbours are curtain twitching. The reality of the way I spoke to Finn earlier is hitting me and I’m wondering if he’s going to turn up.
Ryder doesn’t give me too long to overthink before he’s wrapping his arms around me and bustling me up the path to my front door where I fumble around in my bag for the keys. Once inside, he pushes me against the wall, kissing me hungrily and using his foot to kick the door closed.
I break the kiss, panting hard as I move past him to bolt the door. He watches, his eyes showing concern as I lock each of the five bolts before turning the key.
I smile, turning back to him and feeling more relaxed. “Safety first,” I say with a shrug.
There’s conflict in his eyes, he wants to ask me why I’m over cautious, but he changes his mind and grabs me, pulling me back to him and nuzzling his mouth against my neck. I feel sexy as he makes his way across my chest, kissing, licking, nipping, until he finds his way back to my lips.
In a bold move, I unfasten his belt, working the leather through the buckle quickly. I pull his zipper down and pop the button on his jeans. Both times we’ve had sex before, have been rushed and I haven’t had a chance to feel him properly, it’s something I’ve dreamed about since the last time and as I reach into his boxers and wrap my hand around his rock-hard shaft, I smile. He’s huge. Bigger than I imagined. Ryder breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. His breathing is laboured, like my own and as I pump my hand up and down his shaft, he squeezes his eyes closed. “Fuck that feels good,” he mutters.
I have this huge man in the palm of my hand, literally, and he’s enjoying it. It makes me feel powerful and before I over think it, I sink to my knees and tug his jeans down to his ankles. The boxers follow and he springs free.
I was never any good at this sort of thing, Finn always told me so, but it still never stopped him making me do it. With Ryder, I want to do it. I have an insatiable need to taste him.
I wrap my hands around him and gently lick the end of his cock, letting the salty bead of precum, coat my tongue. His erection jumps in my hand and he lets out a low groan. It encourages me to do it again, this time wrapping my lips around the tip and taking him deeper into my mouth. His hands run through my hair and he groans each time he hits the back of my throat. “Fuck, Siren, that’s the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time,” he murmurs and I look up, connecting my eyes to his. They’re full of heat and promise and I suck harder, allowing him to grip the back of my head and guide me at the speed he likes. It’s seconds before he’s grunting and I feel his release hit the back of my throat. Somehow, it doesn’t turn my stomach the way it used to with Finn. Ryder releases my head and holds out his hand, helping me to stand. He gently tucks some of my hair behind my ear and smiles. “What are you doing to me, Siren?” he almost whispers thoughtfully.
It suddenly feels awkward. I’m not sure what the next step is after a blow job on the hall floor. Do we go and have sex? If he’s anything like Finn, he’ll not be fit for anything else until tomorrow. “Coffee?” I ask and instantly wish the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Who the fuck offers a one night stand a coffee. He probably just wants to get the hell out of here.
Chapter Seven
Ryder
I smirk as her face reddens in that way it always does when she blurts something out without thinking it through and instantly regrets it. “I’d prefer a whiskey,” I reply, tucking myself away and fastening my belt.
“I don’t have alcohol in the house,” she says, “Long story,” she adds as an afterthought and I assume it’s because she doesn’t want me to probe further. And usually, I wouldn’t. Why should I care what goes on in a chick’s life? Once I get what I need, I walk away and never look back. Only with Neve, things are different. There’s some kind of pull between us that can’t keep me away. She isn’t even my type, although lately, I don’t even know what that is.
I follow her through to the kitchen and sit on a stool as she fills a glass with water and takes a few big gulps. I could have gone home with her friend, fucked her anyway I needed to, and been home in my own bed by now. But I had to feed the addiction for Neve. I craved her from the second Griff told me her friend had text him.
“We going to bed or are you planning to kick me out?” I ask and she almost chokes on the water. I’ve never stopped at a woman’s house after any kind of sexual encounter. I’m a hit ‘em and run kind of guy. Or at least I used to be, before I went inside. That shithole changed me, obviously.
“Erm, sure,” she mutters, placing the glass in the sink.
I follow her upstairs, noting how clean her place is. Even the pictures of her little girl hang straight on the walls. I step inside her bedroom and raise my brows. It’s the girliest room I’ve ever seen. Ever. And I’ve been in a lot of women’s bedrooms. She watches me nervously, fidgeting with the hem of her top. “It’s very . . . pink,” I say.
She smiles, also looking around at the soft pink walls adorned with butterflies and fairy lights. “I let Harlee choose the wallpaper,” she admits. “And I hate to sleep in the dark.” The last part almost slipped out and she bites her lower lip again. Occasionally, when she drops a secret like that, I want to push for more, but that would mean I feel something and so I push the urge to know down and shrug out of my leather kutte.
Neve watches as I place it carefully on a pink chair in the corner of her room. Next, I slip out of my heavy boots and place them equally as neatly beside the chair. When she still makes no move, I smirk. “Are you just gonna watch me undress?”
“You look so out of place in this pink room,” she says, unable to stop her smile. “With your shaved head and all the . . .” her eyes run over my arms. “Tattoos. Maybe Liss would have been more your type. She’s got a gothic theme running through her bedroom, all silk sheets and black . . .”
I don’t let her finish that sentence, instead, I pull her to me, causing her to crash against me. She yelps. “I didn’t want Liss. I wanted you. Again.” I kiss her, running my hand into her hair and gripping it, gently tugging it while I let her tongue wrestle against mine. When I pull back, her eyes are darker, she’s hungry for more. “In case you didn’t notice, Siren, my body seems to only want you right now. And for the record, I don’t ever go to bars that I don’t own. I don’t need to venture out to drink overpriced watered-down whiskey in dirty glasses; but when Griff told me about your friends little text, my mind couldn’t stop thinking about you and what you’d be wearing,” I pull back some more and look down at her outfit, “Which turned out to be very little. You keep pulling me back, Siren, and I don’t know why I can’t keep away, but I can’t. So forget Liss, right now, all I want, is you.”
The shrill of her mobile phone makes her freeze. The lust she had in her eyes seconds ago turns to something else, fear maybe? And she steps away, pulling her phone from the back pocket of her skirt. She stares at the screen before bringing her eyes back to me. “You’re not going to understand this, Ryder, but I have to take the call from my ex and he can’t know that you’re here.” There’s a pleading tone to her voice and instead of questioning it, I nod my head once and move over to the bed.
Neve suddenly removes her top and replaces it with a pink pyjama one. The phone rings off. She then grabs a few wipes from a packet on her dressing table and makes quick work of removing her makeup. All the while, I don’t ask questions and when the phone shrills again, she dives into bed and tussles her hair before answering.
“What?” she asks in a fake sleepy voice. I roll my eyes and turn my back to her, resting my elbows on my knees and staring down at the pink carpet.
“You’re home then?” I hear Finn bark down the phone.
“Yes.”“Show me,” he demands. I glance back over my shoulder to her, wondering what he’s asking her to show, and realise when she sweeps the phone to the empty space beside her, that he’s checking she’s alone.
“Explain what the fuck earlier was about?” he snaps.
