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

by Ali Parker

  Drake laughed. "I did it again, didn't I? What I meant was, it's obvious you're not from money." He shook his head before she could interrupt in a huff again. "Not that there's anything wrong with that. Despite my dapper outward appearance, I'm not from money either."

  "You're not?" she asked, eyeing him skeptically.

  "No, ma'am. I'm just a poor country boy from the hills of Tennessee." He added a little twang to his voice for dramatic flair, and Janna almost smiled. Almost.

  "And how does a poor country boy from Tennessee get to rub elbows with some of the richest people in the West?"

  "I went to college with Masterson. We both attended the same business program. And I guess you could say we've become its most successful graduates, although he had a lot more to start with than I did. So, what I'm trying to tell you is, I know how it feels."

  "How what feels?"

  "How it feels to be outside, looking in. To not know which fork to use, or what kind of attire to wear to a formal event. It took me years to learn to blend in with the natives."

  "I'm sure having an expensive-looking blonde on your arm can't hurt things either, Mr. Drake."

  He chuckled. "Call me Alex. And you're right, she's another form of camouflage."

  Janna glanced at Brice and Alana, noticing how elegant they looked together. "I'm not sure I'll ever be able to blend in. Or if I even want to."

  "Well if you want help, I'd be more than happy to show you the basics. Consider it a favor for my old college buddy."

  Janna smiled, relaxing for the first time in his arms. "Thank you. It's nice to know I'm not entirely alone here."

  The song ended, but Alex still held her on the dance floor. Not for long, it seemed. "If you don't mind, I'd like my girlfriend back now." Brice's face was impassive, but his tone brooked no opposition.

  "Of course," Drake departed with a polite bow that almost made Janna burst into inappropriate laughter. Then she was in Brice's arms as he moved her around the dance floor.

  "Well," he asked, his green eyes unfathomable, "how did you find our Mr. Drake?"

  "Hmm..." She considered her words, not sure what kind of response he was looking for. "He seemed nice enough after he said I was 'unusual' and then insulted my dress."

  "That asshole!" Brice's eyes stabbed daggers at Drake, who was now spinning his icy blonde around the dance floor.

  "Calm down," Janna said, wondering where his burst of anger had come from. "I was just teasing. Actually, he was very nice."

  "Nice? I doubt that."

  Noticing his tense reaction, Janna thought she'd get it all out in the open. "What have you got against Alex Drake?"

  "We went to college together. He was a jerk then, and he's an even bigger one now."

  "Why? What did he do?"

  "We were both in the top of our class. It led to some pretty intense competition, and it got out of hand. He got me kicked off the archery team, and made my first serious girlfriend break up with me. I don't trust him, and you shouldn't either."

  Janna didn't like his authoritarian tone. "Well he and I aren't in a competition, so I don't think I need to worry about getting kicked off the team."

  "It's not a joke, Janna. Stay away from him."

  "Is that a suggestion? A request? Or a demand?"

  "All three."

  "I see," she said, her eyes narrowing. "I wasn't aware that as your girlfriend, I would be expected to obey orders."

  "It's not like that--" he began, but the song ended, and Janna pulled away.

  "I think I'd like to sit down," she said, stalking back to their table. Before she could take her seat, Keith Goddard asked her if she'd like to dance.

  "Sure, Mr. Goddard," she said, taking his proffered hand and shooting Brice a look that said 'I dare you to comment.' "That is, as long as Mr. Masterson will allow it."

  "Of course," he said, waving his hand at her as if the request was ridiculous.

  Janna let Keith lead her back to the dance floor. "Thanks for agreeing," he said, his beard barely parting enough to expose his smile. "My wife doesn't like to dance, so these things are generally very boring for me."

  "Do you go to many charity dinners?"

  "Too many, if you ask me. Not that I mind giving to charity, I just hate eating rubbery chicken and listening to self-important dullards make speeches about problems they've never had."

  "So why do you come?"

  "Donna makes me." His voice was light, and his face was smiling, but there was something in his tone that said he wasn't kidding.

  "And she doesn't even have the decency to dance with you? For shame!"

  That got a genuine grin out of him, and she enjoyed the rest of their dance. When they returned to the table, Brice was in conversation with Donna while Alana looked bored. Drake stood to pull out her chair for her, his hand brushing across her bare back when he pushed her chair in.

  He leaned over, speaking softly into her ear. "I'm serious about showing you the ropes. If you're not busy tomorrow, I'd be happy to lay down the basics. It's best if we do it here in Portland, as it's a more metropolitan environment."

  Janna was unsure how to respond. She really did want to learn more about Brice's world, and Alex had the knowledge she needed. But Brice wouldn't approve of her spending time with Drake. She risked a glance at Masterson, who looked like he wanted to erase Alex's existence. "I'll think about it."

  "I'm in Room 1237. If you decide to take me up on my offer, give me a call before noon."

  Alex straightened and returned to his seat as Brice moved over to stand behind Janna's chair. His warm hands descended possessively on her shoulders, his grip unusually tight. "Are you ready to get out of here?"

  The banquet room was still full, the dance floor crowded with couples. Surely it wouldn't be appropriate to leave now. Janna looked up at Brice. His face held a loose grin, but there was something dark in his eyes. She decided not to argue. They made their farewells and headed to the elevators.

  As soon as the doors closed, Brice pulled her into his chest, her back to his front. "Finally alone." His voice was husky, his breath making the stray curls tickle the back of her neck. "Now that I'm about to claim my prize, I must admit, I'm unsure how exactly I want to spend those two hours." His hands slid around her waist, then moved higher. One finger traced the line of her bodice across the twin globes of her breasts.

  "Maybe I'll spend the two hours tasting you. The memory of your sweetness has been driving me crazy."

  Janna moaned and writhed against him, her earlier annoyance boiling away under his heated onslaught.

  The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. Brice put his arm around her and kept her close by his side. The hallway was deserted as they walked towards their suite. "Then again, I'm sure my cock will want to be inside you so bad, I won't be able to help myself."

  Janna couldn't believe the effect his naughty words were having on her. Her body was tingling, her nipples rubbing almost painfully against her clothing. They reached the suite door, and Brice opened it, then led her inside. He tugged her into his embrace, his hands smoothing down her bare arms, giving her chills.

  "And I've just got to have your hot mouth on me again," he growled.

  Janna gave him a seductive smile. "Your wish is my command." Sinking to her knees, she skimmed her hands up his legs and tugged down his zipper. Unleashing his already erect manhood, she slowly moved in closer until she tickled him with the softness of her breath. It was a moment frozen in time, a moment of lust, a moment of greed, a moment of beauty. Giving him her sultriest look she ever-so-slowly lowered her lips to his cock.

  His moan was long and low when she took him into the heat of her mouth. She wanted to tease him as he'd teased her, to torture him with her tongue and lips and wet mouth, but her arousal had reached a fevered pitch, and she could no longer hold back. Running her tongue along the length of his shaft she quickly took him deep, not stopping until the head of his dick touched the back of her throat.


  "Jesus Christ, Janna! You're going to kill me."

  Not before I die from wanting you so much. Her lips wrapped around him, creating powerful suction that made him groan in appreciation. She picked up her pace, and before long his hands were on her head, helping to guide his cock in and out of her mouth, faster and faster. Moisture leaked from the tip, and she paused to lick his tiny slit, trying to coax more of that delicious essence onto her tongue. He tasted phenomenal, addictive, the velvet softness of his skin contrasting with the iron hardness of his erection. She loved having him in her mouth, knowing that she was driving him towards bliss, his breathing shallow and rapid, his fingers clenched tightly in her curls.

  "Enough!" he shouted, pulling her mouth off his cock and bringing her up to plunder her lips in a scorching kiss. "Despite how good your hot little mouth feels on me, I've got other plans. I've decided to spend the next two hours seeing how many times I can bring you to orgasm."

  Janna whimpered in his arms, his words sending a fresh flood of moisture through her, soaking her panties. "Do you like that idea?" Brice asked, whispering his words against her ear. "Do you want me to play Count the Climaxes with you?"

  Janna couldn't respond, his lips against her ear driving her to distraction. Brice released her earlobe after another quick nibble, then moved behind her.

  "Let's see what you've got under here," he said playfully, unzipping her dress and running a finger down the line of flesh that was slowly revealed. He pushed the gown from her shoulders and tossed it away.

  Janna stood there, exposed to his eyes, unable to tell if he was pleased by what he saw. She felt his breath on her neck as he studied her. Although she hadn't been sure about buying the dress, she knew she'd found the right undergarments, and she'd had no compunctions charging them to his credit card.

  First, there's no way she would have been able to afford them. And secondly, she rationalized he would get as much enjoyment out of them as she would. Maybe more. She waited with bated breath to see if she'd been correct.

  Brice gave a wistful sigh. "It seems such a shame to cover this up."

  She could feel his eyes on the emerald green corset with tiny black ruffles along the bust and bottom, ruffled black panties, and matching garter belt and stockings. It was the sexiest lingerie she'd ever owned, and her body tingled at his appreciation.

  "You're so beautiful," he whispered, dropping a kiss on her shoulder, running his arms around her waist and up to cup her breasts through the corset. "Can you tell how bad I want you? How hot you make me?" His words were accentuated by the weight of his erection against her satin-clad behind.

  Brice dropped to his knees, putting his face where his cock had been. He pressed kisses to her hips, then slowly removed her panties, leaving the garter belt, stockings, and heels in place. Running his hands along her leg, he moved up, up, until his thumbs were rubbing tiny circles along her inner thighs. "Open for me, Janna," he growled, and she widened her stance enough to expose her womanhood to his hungry gaze.

  "Time for a taste of your own medicine, I think." The words were spoken right at her entrance, and Janna shivered at their heat. The next sensation almost knocked her off her feet. Brice pressed soft kisses against her outer lips, then slid his tongue along her crease, lapping up the moisture that had collected there. Soon he was spreading her open with his thumbs, allowing his tongue to probe deeper.

  Janna moaned as she felt his tongue slide into her wet pussy, pushing deeper and deeper into her channel. But it still wasn't enough. His tongue licked upward until it found her clit and circled it. She cried out, surprised at how quickly her climax was rushing towards her. She was on fire, his words in the elevator starting the slow combustion that was now bursting into open flame.

  When Brice drew her clit into his mouth and sucked hard, the fire exploded, and she came, without warning, screaming out her climax as his tongue rushed to collect her moisture.

  Brice didn't pull away, but his licking was punctuated by frustrated noises. "I need to spread you wider," he said, moving his hands to her hips and propelling her to a nearby cushioned chair. "Put your leg up on the arm," he ordered, and Janna complied, balancing one of her stiletto-heeled feet on the wide arm of the chair, allowing herself to be spread completely open before him.

  "So lovely," Brice whispered as he took his place behind her again. Hands on her hips, he bent her over to have complete access to her innermost places. With a low-pitched laugh, he blew gently on her pussy, pleased when she shivered in desire. And then his face was there again, mercilessly driving her along the path to another climax, licking and sucking and probing, satisfied groans occasionally drifting from his otherwise occupied mouth. When she felt his tongue slide all the way along her dripping slit, then reach up to lightly tease the opening to her back passage, Janna couldn't hold back. She reached her peak again, her orgasm so powerful that she had to clutch the back of the chair to remain upright.

  "That's two," Brice announced, his pride in a job well done obvious. He rose from behind her but didn't turn her around. Instead, he wrapped a hand around her waist and lifted, positioning her on the chair, her knees beneath her, her arms gripping the back of the chair. "Lift your pretty ass higher," he commanded, then she heard the telltale rip of a condom packet. Brice rubbed his now-sheathed cock against her entrance. Her moisture made his entry easy and soon he was buried balls deep.

  It felt amazing, the hard length of him pulsing inside of her. Both hands on her hips, Brice drove in deeply. "You feel so good. I love the way your tight little pussy grips my dick so greedily. Like it never wants to let me go."

  His words were firing her passions again, and she almost collapsed from the pleasure. Such delicious friction, his big cock rubbing her inner muscles, making them contract against him.

  "Just like that, baby," he crooned, thrusting harder as she tightened around him. "Squeeze me. Show me how much you love having me inside of you."

  Almost mindless with pleasure, she moaned and pushed back against him. His sexy talk always made her hot. She thought he could probably just talk her to orgasm without touching her. But all that talk, combined with the sensation of his hardness plunging into her, made her orgasm inevitable.

  "That's right. I can feel you getting close. Your little pussy starts pulsing around me, soft and fast, like the beat of a butterfly's wings. How should I drive you over the edge?" Brice moved his hands from her hips and spread her wider, holding her open as he plunged inside. Using his fingertips, he collected some of her moisture and then moved it to her behind, spreading her own lubricant around her snug rosebud.

  Janna felt a momentary flash of panic. No one had ever breached her ass before. But just as quickly she loosened up. She trusted Brice, knew that he wouldn't hurt her, that he'd only bring her more pleasure.

  "Good girl," he whispered. "Relax and let me love you." He began working the tip of one finger into her back passage. The sensation was strange, the feeling intense, the invasion so thrilling that she didn't know if she'd be able to hold on much longer.

  Brice was gentle, his movement so slow that she could barely tell his finger was moving at all. All while his cock was slamming in and out of her pussy. In another moment he was into the first knuckle, and she could hold back no longer. White hot gratification flooded her as she came again, her hoarse shouts muffled as she leaned her face into the back of the chair.

  "You're...so...sexy." Brice said, his words punctuating his powerful thrusts. "The way you squeeze me, I can't...I'm coming!" With a shout, he climaxed, burying himself deep within her.

  Janna barely realized what was happening when Brice lifted her from the chair and into his arms. She didn't open her eyes as he carried her across the suite and into the large bathroom.

  * * *

  She was amazing. Simply amazing. He didn't know if he'd ever find another woman who pleased him like Janna did. He'd settled her into a warm bath, where she was currently sighing in contentment. Stripping off his clothing he
slipped in behind her, positioning her between his legs. Brice reached for the washcloth and soap, then worked the lather over her shoulders and down her back.

  "Mmmm..." Janna leaned against him as he worked his way around to the front. He spent several minutes on her breasts until she was moaning loudly and her pretty pink nipples were standing up proud and true. He moved the cloth down to her sensitive womanhood, where he taunted and teased until she shivered against him in orgasm. His cock was now hard and raging, and he slid it back and forth along the crack of her bottom. The water sloshed around them as he clutched her to him, licking up the side of her neck and nibbling her earlobe until she moaned again.

  Janna pulled away with a ragged breath and turned herself around, straddling his thighs and rubbing her hot wet sex against his hungry erection. She pressed herself against him, her nipples hard points against his chest. Brice barely got the condom out of his pocket and onto his cock before he spread her open and pierced her silken warmth. She rode him to another climax that left them both panting and exhausted.

  When they finally made it out of the tub, they climbed into the large and comfortable bed. Janna burrowed under the covers, turning onto her side to face him. Brice pulled her against him but was content to hold her and stroke her gently.

  "I hope you consider our bet paid off," she teased.

  "Unless it will get me another night like this one."

  She rolled her eyes and darted in, biting his lower lip.

  "Ow! It's more than paid!" Brice smiled, loving her irreverent sense of humor. He stared into her eyes, blue like a cloudless day, and felt an odd pulling inside him. The night had to end, and the weekend as well, and then he wouldn't have this wonderful woman next to him, in a bed that had grown too large, too cold. Too empty. He didn't want it to end, didn't want to sleep alone anymore. And he hoped like hell that she felt the same way.

  "I've got another meeting tomorrow," he said, pulling her hands into his and bringing a finger up to his mouth to nibble playfully. "But I thought we could have dinner together after, maybe spend another night here? Then we could ride home together on Sunday."