Unstoppable

by Christina Marie

  “I have an idea, how about next weekend you go home with me? I’ll introduce you to my family.”

  A set of hands wrapping around my waist and hot minty breath against my neck made me jump and elbow Ryder in the stomach. “Well that’s a wonderful way to say good morning.” He rubbed where I had hit.

  “Sorry,” I turned and kissed him. “Sarah’s going to go home with me next weekend.”

  He smiled at me then her, “Hopefully Smoky will be there that weekend.”

  “Smoky?” I asked.

  “Clayton.” He winked at Sarah and she actually blushed.

  Sarah and I made breakfast, Ryder went to my room so he could make some phone calls.

  “What do you think they’ll do to Hunter?”

  I shrugged, “Honestly it’s hard to say, if dad gets to him first I don’t think the outcome will be good. The MC isn’t in to drugs, guns, and trafficking but if you mess with a family member. Things can get pretty bad, pretty fast.”

  “I hope they shoot him” Sarah said with honesty.

  “That’s pretty harsh.” I said with a laugh.

  “Mom shot her college boyfriend turned stalker.” Ryder said from behind us.

  “WHAT?!” Sarah and I said at the same time.

  “Yep, in the shoulder and dick.” He grinned.

  “No fucking way!”

  Ryder told us the story, in short, about what Sydney had gone through when she and mom were in college. “Dad hates any kind of domestic or child abuse with a passion. He comes from a home where he went through it with a drunk dad. I sure as hell won’t stand for it.”

  For the first time in a long time Sarah and I were both speechless. We ate our breakfast in silence. I couldn’t believe neither of my parents had ever told me about what Sydney went through. “You okay?” Ryder pulled me out of my thoughts.

  “I can’t believe that happened. Why are people so fucking strange?”

  Ryder shrugged, “Dad never went into detail about the guy or his background, his name is Ronnie I know that much. Come on, let’s go shower and get ready to cheer Sarah on.” He smiled at me and held his hand out to pull me off of the couch.

  In the shower he took his time washing every inch of my body and telling me how beautiful I am. Even with the hot water cascading over my body his kiss and touch made my body break out with goose bumps. He lifted me by my thighs and pressed my back against the wall, then slowly eased inside of me. I tightened my legs around his waist and pushed my fingers through his hair, his thrusts were slow, his piercings dragged across my sensitive flesh. “Oh god Ryder.” I breathed out. He moved a hand between us and massaged his thumb against my clit. My orgasm had me arching my back and gripping onto his shoulders for dear life. His hips pistoned faster and deeper, then with a moan I felt his hot come fill me.

  “Jesus.” He breathed against my neck.

  “You never did ask if I’m on birth control.” I tried not to laugh. He lifted his head from my shoulder and stared into my eyes.

  “I overheard your mom talking to you about it one day on the phone. She advised you to get on the shot since you’re forgetful. And that if you ever take antibiotics make sure condoms are used.” He grinned at me then eased out of me and steadied me when my feet touched the shower floor.

  “Nothing is one hundred percent though.” I told him.

  He kissed me softly, “If you want me to start wearing one I guess I can, I won’t be happy about it but if getting pregnant worries you, I’ll wear one.”

  Before I could say anything Sarah beat on the door and told him that his dad had tried calling three times and that my dad had tried twice. “Shit.” He quickly got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Then walked out of the bathroom.

  After I got out of the shower and got dressed I went to see where he was at. “He’s outside on his phone. He almost went out in his towel.” Sarah laughed.

  “Oh…You have everything ready so we can leave when he gets back up here?”

  “Yep, actually we’ll just meet him down there.” She went to her room and grabbed three garment bags and a small rolling suitcase. “Don’t say a word.”

  “I helped you pick out five outfits and now you’re talking at least half of your closet!”

  “Come on before I chicken out.” She pulled the handle back up on the suitcase and handed it to me.

  Ryder was still on his phone when we walked out of the building, he looked at the bags Sarah was carrying and the suitcase I was pulling behind me, and raised an eyebrow at Sarah. “Alright, I’ll head that way after Sarah’s done at this photo shoot thingy. Shut up..later.”

  “Anything new?” I asked.

  “He wants me to come back and get my Fat boy. So I’ll bring you ladies back here when she’s done and head home. It’ll be dark when I’m coming back hopefully the suicidal murderous deer will be bunkered down for the night.”

  “You don’t have to come back tonight…”

  “The fuck if I don’t.” he interrupted me. I wasn’t going to argue with him if the MC thought he needed to be here then, he probably needed to be. I know that I felt safer having him here and I was sure Sarah did too.

  ~~~~

  The photographer, Michael, was very kind. “You know, I bet I could get some good shots of you two too.” He smiled at Ryder then me.

  “Oh no…not happening.” I waved my hands in front of me.

  “We’ll see.” Michael smiled then took Sarah back to a dressing room. When he walked back to the studio he made small talk with Ryder and me, asking us about school. Ryder told him he didn’t attend college and told him about the custom painting he does. “You know you can make damn good money doing that on models. They’ll pay top dollar to have it done for a photo shoot.”

  Ryder laughed, “Actually I’ve done some at a bike rally.”

  He showed the pictures to Michael, “Tell you what, give me your card. I bet I can make you an easy five to seven grand in one weekend. Hell I have some buddies that would probably like to see the airbrushing you’ve done on motorcycles. You’re very talented.” He told Ryder.

  “I think I’m ready! Ryder you can’t look though!” Sarah yelled from behind a curtain.

  Ryder laughed and turned around, I knew he wouldn’t stay facing the other direction. I gasped when Sarah walked out and dropped the black silk robe to the floor. Her creamy skin looked totally flawless under the deep red lace booty shorts and a deep red and black corset. Black thigh highs covered her legs and she had on a pair of strappy boot heels. Her hair had been curled into chunky style curls and her makeup had a soft smoky look to it. “Wow look at you!” I smiled big at her. Then Ryder turned around.

  “Damn you Ryder!” she tried to grab the robe.

  “You look hot so shut up and work it for the photographer. Want me to put some porn music on?”

  We all laughed then Michael pulled a remote out of his pocket and the room filled with upbeat club music. “Ready?”

  Sarah nodded, “I guess.” She laughed nervously.

  She did absolutely AMAZING! I had to wipe tears from my eyes when we looked at some of the pictures on the computer. He showed us more models that were going to be in the calendar as well. Some were skinny and some were plus size, but they were all beautiful. “I have a wonderful idea.” He turned toward me.

  “Ut oh.” I laughed.

  “For a sneak peek at the couple’s calendar I’d like for you and Ryder to be the month of December. I’ll only do as many shots as you feel comfortable with, I can tell you right now…finding another couple that looks as good together as you two do will be very hard.”

  “I’m game.” Ryder rushed out.

  I chewed on my bottom lip, “Fine.”

  “GREAT! Follow me.” We all three went back to a dressing room. Michael took Ryder to a different one. His assistant walked in to my dressing room, “He wants you in this and no top for the first picture.” She handed me a nude colored thong.

  Sar
ah laughed, “Oh god this is great!”

  “And I need to wet your hair down, when we get out there I’ll spray some oil water mix on you.”

  “This is a bad idea.” I grumbled.

  After I was changed into my thong and had my robe wrapped tightly around me we left to go back into the studio. Ryder was sitting on a wooden chair in only his boxers. He smiled at me, “Drop the robe. Wait, not yet.”

  Michael told me to straddle him on the chair then I could take the robe off so his assistant could spray us both with the warm mix of water and oil. He directed Ryder what he wanted him to do with his hands and what he wanted me to do with mine. I felt Ryder’s cock start to stiffen under me. “Don’t squirm, fuck don’t squirm.” He mumbled and rested his head against my shoulder. Click—click—click the shudder sounded.

  “Ryder imagine that somebody is trying to take her away from you. Give me that look.”

  Ryder’s tensed around me and he lifted his head from my shoulder, “That’ll never fucking happen man.” He growled. His chest vibrating against mine. Click click click click click

  “PERFECT! Holy shit. I think that’s it!” Michael yelled.

  His assistant handed me the robe and helped me slip it on. Ryder kissed my shoulder before I stood up and walked over to the computer where Michael was already editing a picture. He ushered me away and told me to go change. “I’ll have it done by the time you get back here. I’ll tell you both this much—you’ll be hearing from me again.”

  I helped Sarah pack up all of her clothes and met Ryder back by the computer. He was leaning over looking at the screen. I walked up behind Michael and gasped. The picture was toned down with dark colors, my back glistening with water and my wet hair falling down my back. Ryder’s arms were wrapped around me and his grip visibly tight. Only half of his face visible over my shoulder as he glared at the camera. “Wow!” I couldn’t even begin to say how much I liked it.

  “You two—are perfect together. I heard what you said Ryder. Hold on tight and don’t let her go.”

  “Don’t plan on it.”

  He printed off numerous proofs for Sarah and some for me and Ryder to keep until they were done in full print form. “All of you will be hearing back from me. Sarah you did amazing just like I knew you would do. You’re a natural, keep your schedule open and find yourself an agent…you’re going to need one.”

  Ryder drove us back to the dorm. I could tell he didn’t want to leave. “I’ll haul ass home and be back in no time. I’ll grab mom’s extra phone so you have one Harley. Under no circumstances are you two to leave the dorm. I have a bad feeling that Hunter is creeping around campus somewhere.”

  He walked us up to our dorm, “Be careful.” I kissed him.

  “Remember what I said.” He kissed me deep then walked out. I quickly locked both locks on the door and run over to the window to watch him leave.

  “You two are really good for each other.” Sarah said from the couch where she was typing on her laptop.

  I smiled, “I left home planning on coming to college and finding a college sweetheart because of how much Ryder annoyed me in school. Dating different girls all the time, growing up with him I never wanted to risk ruining the bond we had since our families are so close to each other. If you would have told me that we would end up together no matter what I would have laughed in your face.”

  She sighed, “I can’t wait until I meet the right one.”

  “You will and HE will be the luckiest man on earth.”

  Chapter 16

  I pulled out of the parking lot and decided to go by Hunter’s place. Much to my surprise when I drove by his house there was a For Sale by Owner sign in his front yard. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I shook my head.

  I called dad as a drove down the freeway, “On your way back?” he asked.

  “Yeah. I drove by Hunter’s place on my way out of town and there’s a for sale sign in his front yard.”

  “Realtor or Self?”

  “Self.”

  “I’ll let Bryan know. We broke down and told Theresa and your mom what was going on because they were getting suspicious. They’re both scared shitless now. I’ll talk to Bryan maybe we can have those two call him and have those to inquire on the house and get a tour. Shelton is ready to hunt him down himself.”

  “I’m going back tonight, I told her and Sarah to stay put. I need you to bring moms phone out to the house. She dropped hers in the toilet.”

  “I’ll meet you there.”

  We hung up, I pressed down on the accelerator and sped rest of the way home.

  Chapter 17

  Seeing them in the club together, locking eyes with that mother fucker that had his arm draped across her shoulders had me seeing red. I knew she would run right to him but I wasn’t going to back down from him. Harley knew the “me” that I wanted her to know. She would soon find out what happens when you piss the wrong person off.

  No matter what I did I couldn’t get Harley out of my mind, no matter how hard I fucked my wife—it was always Harley that I pictured crying out my name.

  “Okay Hunter, Doctor Green sent some notes over. I want you to know that everything you say is one hundred percent confidential. I cannot and will not release any information to spouses or family members.” Doctor Jennings told me then leaned back in his large leather office chair.

  “That’s good.” I replied coldly.

  “Alright,” he nodded, “Let’s get started. In his notes he has that your wife doesn’t like how short tempered you are and how violent you become. I understand you two are separated and that you’ve been living not too far from campus? But Cheyenne is willing to let you come home if you seek self-counseling?”

  “Yes,” I rolled my eyes. “Is this where I tell you the sob story about how much of a whore my mother was? How she lied to me about my dad dying in Iraq. How every single fucking night it was a new man in our house, more drugs, more abuse…if I was lucky they wouldn’t come in my room but most of the time I wasn’t lucky?”

  “You say that your mother lied to you, how did the truth surface?”

  I snorted, “The day of her funeral there were only about ten people from the local church there. After they had all left a man walked up to me and tried to give me his condolences. During mom’s drug induced or drunken rages she would always say how I reminded her of, him, then she would cry and tell me how much she hated me. One look at this man and I knew it was him. I knew that he was my biological dad. Peter fucking Thomas. Retired high power defense attorney had hooked up with my mom a couple of times while he was in town for business. She called his office one day and told him she was pregnant, he didn’t believe her. So after I was born he paid for the DNA test, when it showed I was his he signed his rights over and paid mom a large sum of money to keep her quiet so his wife wouldn’t find out. Thus the story that dear old daddy died fighting for his country was a lie.”

  “Cheyenne, does she remind you of your mother?”

  “Hell no, Cheyenne is nothing like her. My mother was a lying whore that used men, she had no care in the world that I was watching these men walk in and out of our home.”

  “So what does Cheyenne do that upsets you so much?”

  I leaned forward and put my elbows on my knees, “It’s not her…it’s me.”

  “Continue.” He prompted.

  I told him everything about Harley and how she had ended our relationship.

  “So you were having an extramarital affair and developed feelings for the student. Was it the thrill of getting caught or the fact that she was young and vulnerable?”

  “Probably both, but there’s just something about Harley. When I was with her I wasn’t thinking about my bullshit past, I wasn’t thinking about my wife. I was able to just be with her. Then she went home one weekend and my ugly inner voice told me she was fucking her child hood best friend.”

  For the next hour he picked at my brain about my childhood, my mom and my marriage. At the en
d of the hour he handed me a business card for my next session the following week. “I strongly advice you keep seeing both the marriage counselor and me. If you want things to really work between you and Cheyenne.”

  I left his office and drove to the college, I had no reason to be there since I had resigned. I checked the parking lot and noticed that Ryder’s blue Ford Raptor pickup was still in the parking lot. I looked up at Harley’s dorm window, all the lights were on. I sat in the parking lot and waited to see if her or her roommate would walk out. After an hour of waiting I left.

  Cheyenne answered on the first ring, “Hey.” She spoke soft and sounded like she was crying.

  “Hey, are you okay?”

  “No…yes…I need to talk to you can you come to the apartment?”

  “I’ll be there in about an hour.”

  On the drive to the city I racked my brain about what could possibly have her crying. My first thought was she was going forth with a divorce, that she had met someone else, I turned the radio up and tuned out the thoughts buzzing around in my head.

  Our condo was on the top floor, she had insisted one with a view and added security. I walked in and she was sitting at the table eating a sandwich.

  “Hey.” I smiled at her.

  “I’m pregnant.” She blurted out, her eyes filled with tears as she waited for my reaction. She knew that I didn’t want kids and we sure as hell didn’t need to bring them in to our failing marriage.

  “I thought you were on birth control.”

  “I missed getting my shot, normally it doesn’t happen that fast. I know women that have been off the shot for years and still can’t conceive.”

  “Fucking great, so…”

  “I’m not getting an abortion Hunter.” Cheyenne spoke softly. “You need to decide right here right now if you want to be in the babies life. If not I’ll file for divorce Monday morning and then I’m going to leave and move in to the guest house on my parents property.”

  I walked over to the wet bar and pulled a bottle of scotch down. I took three long gulps directly from the bottle. “Okay.”