Ryder: (A Gritty Bad Boy MC Romance) (The Lost Breed MC Book 1)

by Ali Parker

“You’re going to make me wreck. Get in; I’ll take you home. It’s a long walk from here.” Her house was a good way across the field, but she shook her head and waved me off.

  “You’ll make yourself wreck. No one told you to drive backward.” She stopped, and I could see the apology in her eyes. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

  I sat and stared a moment thinking that I should probably keep pushing, but instead, I threw the ball in her court. “Do you want me to give up?” I had a feeling I knew the answer. This one wanted to play hard to get, and maybe for that, she was a lot like her sister who’d done quite a dance with Jeremy.

  Her eyes met mine with a dead stare. “No, I didn’t say that, but maybe it’s for the best.” She took a few steps and stopped. I hit the brakes, threw it in park, and got out. She stood across the drive with her hands on her hips. “What do you think you’re doing?”

  “If you won’t let me drive you, then I’ll walk you. You can’t stop me from walking in my own yard.”

  “You’re persistent. I respect that, even if it is pathetic.” Her gaze slid toward me, and she giggled. Her playfulness was refreshing, and I hoped that was a sign I was making better progress.

  “Ouch. Right for the kill. You’re a brutal woman.”

  “So I’ve been told.”

  I took hold of her arm and pulled her to my chest. “Let me take you fishing.”

  “Are you still asking?” She shook her head and averted her gaze.

  “Would you rather be told what to do? I’m up for it.” I held her firm and glared deep into her eyes. There was a spark of something wild when I mentioned telling instead of asking and maybe my old buddy Finn was right. This one might not mind being led. But then she pulled away took off running ahead of me. Before I could run to catch up, she stopped and turned around.

  “Keep asking; maybe you’ll catch me when I’m up for it too.” She broke into a jog, and I let her go. I didn’t have to go after her to pull her in. She wasn’t hanging around my house for nothing, and I had a feeling she’d be back.

  Chapter 7

  Harper

  I continued to the house but slowed the closer I got. It wasn’t like I was sprinting, I hadn’t done much running in years, and it got my ticker working double time. I looked back to see that Luke was already headed into his house and I couldn’t help but smile that he’d missed me.

  I went inside where Nora was in the kitchen thumbing through a recipe book. There was a short stack of them on the table and another for the ones she’d discarded. “You wander worse than a stray dog. Have you been running?” She narrowed her eyes as I bent over with my hand on my knees to catch a breath.

  “What tipped you off?” I stood upright and went for the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

  “What are you running from?” She went back to pouring through the pages of the book.

  “Who am I running from would be a better question. Luke asked me to go fishing tomorrow, so he wanted to show me the creek.” I twisted off the cap and took a long swig.

  “You told him no? Are you out of your mind?”

  “He didn't want to show me the creek, Nora. He’s hoping to show me the whopper he’s got in his pants. The only thing he’s fishing for is a piece of ass.” I leveled my stare as she met mine.

  “So what, he’s gorgeous, and he’s a nice guy. You act like something bad is going to happen.” She shook her head and let out a breath of frustration like she had any room to talk.

  I thought about what she was saying. What was the worst that could happen? It wasn’t like he was being dishonest about what he wanted from me. I thought about his thick erection and how good it would feel. It had been a while. “Fine, I’ll go over right now. No need to waste a whole day fishing when I already know what he’s hoping to reel in.”

  I put the water back in the fridge and headed out. I crossed the field between the houses and went straight up to his door.

  “You looking for me?” He was still outside, tinkering with his bike.

  “Yeah, so what if I am?” I leaned against the old beater of a truck and put my hands in the pocket of my sweater.

  He laughed. “Well, you found me.”

  “So how about that ride?” He stood and wiped his hands on an old rag and then tossed it into his truck.

  “You sure you want to?” His eyes sparkled in the porch light as he mounted his bike and I nodded stepping forward to close the distance. “Get on.”

  I took a deep breath and mounted the bike behind him, holding firm to his tight abs and pressed against his strong, broad back. He drove us out behind his house and across the yard where the woods grew thick, and then he entered a narrow trail that took us all the way to a clearing near a creek.

  The moon shone across the water and reflected off the sandy banks. There was a fallen tree and small pier with a bench. I wondered if he’d had it put there himself for just such occasions.

  He climbed off and took my hand, and once he’d helped me down, we headed toward the short pier. “I built this last year. It’s been a nice addition and makes fishing easier.” He stepped up on the pier and walked to the bench to sit down.

  I stood close, and he took my hand and pulled me closer his knees parting for me to stand between them. I brushed my fingers through his hair as his hands slipped beneath the hem of my shirt where his thumbs brushed my bare flesh.

  “What made you change your mind? Surely you don’t think my intentions are any different.” He slipped his hands up the back of my shirt as to show me in case I’d forgotten.

  “I decided the fun outweighed the risk. Besides, what could happen in ten days?” I cupped his face, and he tilted his head up to kiss me as he unhooked my bra. I shrugged off my sweater and let it fall to the deck, then lifted my arms to let him slip my shirt up over my head.

  I pulled my arms free of my bra straps and tossed it to the rest of my clothes with the growing pile. “You’re beautiful.” His mouth moved to my nipple, and I arched my back as he pulled me forward tugging at my button-fly jeans.

  He popped them open in one quick movement and then pulled them down to my ankles. I kicked out of my shoes and jeans and pushed them aside, leaving me in nothing but my white silk bikinis. The night air chilled my flesh as a gentle breeze blew across me, and his gaze slid from my eyes down and back again.

  I put my thumbs in the elastic at my hips, and he shook his head. “Don’t you want me to take them off?”

  “No.” He held my face gently, pushing his thumb between my lips. I sucked it into my mouth, twirling my tongue around and tasting the salt. “That’s a talent I’d like to see more of.” His suggestion warmed my core and sent my mouth to watering. He reached for my hand, and I dropped to my knees nestling between his thighs. I met his eyes and licked my lips reaching for his zipper. He angled his hips forward leaning back to give me better access. His erection was even more impressive as I held it in my hand. There was no way I’d take the whole thing, but I was damned sure going to try.

  I took a calming breath as he leaned back on the bench, resting one elbow across the back as the other one felt my hair and then slipped down to pinch my tight nipple. I stroked him a few times, letting my thumb slide across his thick bell-shaped tip. His thick, muscular shaft was bulging with veins, and I slid my tongue across it and teased down to his base licking his sac and sucking his balls into my mouth one at a time.

  He sucked in a breath and nudged his hips forward a bit, and I knew what he wanted. I prepared myself for a mouthful and took him in, his head resting against my tongue as I worked him slowly.

  “Fuck yeah.” The words rolled off his tongue like a whisper, and then he lifted me up by my elbow and pulled me forward. I love the way he man-handled me. Not like some asshole abuser, but like a man who knew what I wanted and was ready to give it to me. I didn’t want to be treated like a fucking flower, no. I wanted him to fuck me good and make me beg for more.

  His hand fell across my panties cupping my mou
nd. “Are those nice and wet yet?” He applied a little pressure, and my knees fell together as pleasure bloomed. The tingling sensation had me panting, and I shuddered as he pushed two fingers against my folds, wetting my panties. “There’s my little wet spot.” He tugged me closer and then leaned down and put his mouth over my panties and worked his mouth against me, licking the spot wet from my nectar.

  The sensation of his warm mouth through my panties sent a wave of pleasure shuddering through me and then he kissed his way up the front of the silk before hooking his thumbs and pulling them down. Then he brought his hand up and slipped two fingers between my folds as I stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

  “Good girl. Now you’re ready for me,” he whispered against my breast as he pulled me down toward his lap. He held his cock up to center it and eased me down on it. It stretched me as it pressed through me, hitting my depths. I moaned as he captured my mouth. I rolled my hips, grinding on his cock as it pulsed inside me.

  I didn’t even mind being called a good girl, and as a matter of fact, it was kind of sexy the way it rolled off his tongue. He pulled my breasts together and sucked my nipples causing me to throw my head back and moan.

  His eyes met mine. “You feel so good, so tight and wet. Tell me how it feels inside you.”

  “So good.” It was a weak description, but I was so lost in pleasure and the fact that I was about to come that I couldn’t think of anything else. “I’m so close.” I’d never had anyone push me over the edge so quickly, but he knew how to work me.

  “Mm, good girl. Come all over my cock and tell me where you want it.” He bucked his hips, and my breasts bounced hitting his chin. He captured one of my nipples and pulled it between his teeth as my release ripped through me. I screamed as my walls pulsed milking his cock.

  “Wherever you want it.” He pumped a few more times and moaned through clenched teeth as he pulled out and his release shot all over my tummy.

  “So you know that’s not where I really wanted it.”

  “I said anywhere.” I picked up my panties and cleaned myself off with them. “Too bad, these were my favorite pair.” I shrugged, but he took them and leaned over the edge of the dock to rinse them in the creek.

  “Good as new.” He wrung them out and passed them to me.

  “You think of everything. I’m not used to roughing it.” I pulled on my pants and twirled my panties on my finger.

  “Stick with me, and I’ll show you a few things.” He gave a warm laugh, and as another warm feeling spread through me, I knew that I wanted him to show me more. More of his sweet words, and more of his amazing body.

  Chapter 8

  Luke

  Sometimes I thought my brother had to be adopted, but with him looking a bit like me I knew we had at least one parent in common, and since our mother had been an honorable woman, there was no possibility of a half-relation.

  “There you are,” he said coming out into the garage from the house. “I’ve been looking all over for you and was about to send out a search party.” To say my brother could be a bit dramatic was an understatement.

  “I’ve been out here all morning. I couldn’t sleep, and this old clunker needs a little TLC before the next practice.” My old truck wasn’t my favorite ride, especially compared to my bike and the other four-door diesel I kept for more formal occasions, but it was practical enough to drive around town without making a scene. I wasn’t much into being in the spotlight and didn’t need a showy car.

  “That thing should have gone to the junkyard the very first day you bought it.” He patted the tailgate and kicked the back tire. “What billionaire buys a hunk of junk like this anyway?”

  “One who wanted to help out a prideful friend? Finn wouldn’t take the money I offered him, so I asked if I could buy this. He was down on his luck.” I shrugged my shoulders and dropped the hood.

  “Right.” He rolled his eyes like a kid and then rubbed his hands together like he had something hot to tell me. “I didn’t come out here to talk to you about this piece of shit. I noticed you were out a little late and since I figured you were busy banging Nora’s sister, I thought I’d come up with a way to use that to my advantage.” His eyes widened as he paused as if doing so added suspense.

  “What are you up to now and how does my sex life fit into the equation?” I had to hear this; it seemed like a doozy.

  His expression brightened as he gave me a sidelong glance. “So you were banging Harper. That’s pretty fucking hot, brother, and it’s going to make my plan a lot easier considering she still likes you after you introduced her to your tiny friend.”

  “Get to the point.” I picked up my tools and placed them in their box across the room.

  He followed me over, like a puppy on my every step. “I’m having a party tonight here at the house.” He wagged his brows like it was the best idea ever.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea and I don’t see how me and Harper fit into it.” I turned to lean against the standing tool chest, crossed my arms in front of me, and glared down my nose.

  “You’re going to invite Harper and tell her to bring Nora. That way I can make my move on her again.” The plan was exactly what I was expecting, and I shook my head before he even finished. “It’s not like she’ll say no to her sister.”

  “She might. Those two are not as close as you think.” I went into the small bathroom off the garage to wash up and true to form he followed standing in the doorway.

  “Come on, you know it’s a good plan.” He pressed on and was wearing on my patience.

  “For a bunch of high schoolers, but you’re a grown ass man. Besides, she’s a nice lady and not like the whores you mess with. She’s got class and standards and hell, compared to you, she’s probably a virgin.” I laughed as his jaw dropped with shock.

  “Damn, that’s a turn on. You really think she is?” He stared off into the air as if he was imagining busting her cherry.

  I pushed past him and went into the house. “How the hell should I know?”

  “So will you help me out? Please? When do I ever ask you for anything?” He kept on my heels, and I wished he’d go away and leave me alone.

  “All the time.” I kept walking until I reached the living room where I plopped down on the comfy, oversized sofa.

  “That’s bullshit, I never ask for anything from you. Especially help with women.” He pegged me with a hard glare.

  “So what’s different about this one?” I knew the question was a challenging one and I wasn’t about to help him if all he wanted was to fuck the poor girl and leave her, but then his answer surprised me.

  “It’s the fact that she is different, dammit.” His voice broke sounding weaker than I’d ever heard it as if all the fight had gone out of him. I didn’t believe his intentions were totally pure, but I’d mention the party to Harper and suggest she should invite Nora along.

  “I’ll see what I can do, but no promises.” He pumped his fist and hurried up the stairs.

  I sat there a moment and decided to walk to the window expecting to see Harper wandering around the yard, instead, she was on her back porch sipping from a cup, and she had her feet up in another chair across from her.

  The night before had been so hot and remembering her mouth around my cock made it stand at attention.

  I walked outside and across the yard to her house. She smiled when she saw me coming and pulled her feet from the chair, kicking it closer to me. “Have a seat.” She smiled up over her coffee cup and then she took a long sip.

  “Enjoying the view?” I looked over to see what she was staring at but there wasn’t anything but a big live oak straight ahead of her.

  “I was just wondering how old that tree is. It’s so big and beautiful.” She gave a little shrug, and I smiled at the idea of her pondering such a thing.

  “I’ve come to ask you out again, considering you wouldn’t take me up on fishing.”

  “I didn’t think you were serious about fis
hing. I thought that was your way of getting me alone to have sex. And since we’ve already done that, what’s the point?” A soft feminine chuckle sounded from her throat.

  “To catch fish and spend time together?” I had been serious and when she realized her cheeks turned red.

  “Sorry. I’ve never been fishing before.” She placed her cup on a small table next to her and crossed her arms.

  “I’d like to teach you how sometime, but tonight I have a much different offer. Jeremy’s having a party at the house. I’d like for you to come. Bring Nora too.”

  “I’ll come, but I can’t promise Nora will. She got her degree from SMU, Stick in the Mud University.” Her mouth turned up at the corners for a half-hearted smile.

  “Well, being honest, Jeremy really wanted her to come, so if you could give her a little push, I’d appreciate it. However, that said, I won’t be responsible for his actions. He’s a bit of a wildcard at times.” He was a wildcard all the time, but I had a feeling she’d heard plenty about him from Nora already. Jeremy’s reputation was well-known throughout the town, and people talked.

  “I understand. I won’t hold you accountable, but I still won’t promise you anything. She’s a bit of a hardhead and takes herself too seriously.”

  “I just hope it doesn’t go on all night. His parties are infamously long, and well let’s just say bad things have happened.” I didn’t want to remember the first time he’d had a big blowout. I ended up having to talk the sheriff out of arresting Jeremy for stealing a car. It was especially hard since it was the Sheriff’s car and he’d used it for a liquor run. That had been a long time ago, and he was lucky that I’d kept a good reputation with the locals.

  “If it does, you can hide out here if you want. I don’t think Nora would mind.” She sucked her bottom lip in and gazed into my eyes. She was ready for more, and I was more than willing to oblige.

  No matter what happened, it was going to be an interesting night.