Lexi, Property of Rhyder: A Motorcycle Club Romance (Blood Brothers MC Book 6)

by J. A. Collard

  Torch smirks. “Do I have to explain where I’ve been?”

  “Nah, actually, you don’t, probably in some chick’s pussy.”

  Torch laughs, then orders a beer. “You would be right, brother.” He looks around the bar, and I am not sure why.

  “What are you looking for?”

  “I saw Lexi out front earlier. Thought she was here with you.”

  I jump up off my seat, knocking my beer at the same time. “You what? When? Where?”

  “Fuck, brother, take it easy. She was out front, waiting in line at the club next door. She—”

  I don’t let him finish as I run out the bar and make my way over to the club. There’s a line out front, and I look at each woman trying to find her.

  “Fuck,” I grunt when she’s nowhere to be found.

  I head to the front of the line, and when the security guard sees me, he eyes my cut and stands back, letting the rope free, and I storm in. I don’t miss the eyes of the women on me as I walk through the club.

  One girl, in particular, walks up and asks, “Would you like to dance?”

  “No, babe,” I reply, walking past her and heading into the room where the music is playing loudly. With all these people, it’s impossible to find Lexi. I scan the crowd. There are people dancing on the dance floor, people standing by the bar yelling at the bartender to get them a drink.

  There’s another level with a balcony and a ledge. People are standing there drinking and dancing. I walk over to the bar, and when the bartender sees me, she asks what I’ll have straightaway. I hear whining from the men around me, and when I look at them, they stand back and shut up.

  That’s right, fucker, don’t mess with a Blood Brother.

  I ask for a beer, and within a minute, the cute bartender hands it to me. She winks at me, saying, “It’s on the house.”

  I wink back, then turn around with my back against the bar, scanning the room once again.

  I go to take a swig of my beer and stop mid-way.

  I see her.

  Lexi.

  Fucking perfection.

  She’s dancing on the dance floor wearing some fucking short-as-fuck black number. Her hair is long, and she runs her hands through it as her body sways to the music. I’m caught in a trance. This can’t be the same girl I knew a few months ago. This girl is confident, in tune with her body, and she moves with sensuality.

  She’s dancing with two other girls who I’ve seen before—they’re her close friends.

  Part of me is pissed seeing her out like this as if nothing has happened to her, and that she wasn’t kidnapped just over a month ago. Here she is dodging my calls, yet she can be out having fun with her friends.

  Nope, not happening.

  Not on my fucking clock.

  I take one last swig of my beer and slam it down on the bar.

  A woman approaches me, her hand sliding up my cut and smiles. “Wanna buy me a drink?”

  I don’t look at her, I see past her watching Lexi on the dance floor making sure I don’t lose contact. A guy approaches Lexi from behind and covers her eyes. She places her hands on his then turns, and when she sees him, she smiles and hugs him, obviously familiar with who he is.

  Anger boils within, and I push the girl aside who’s whispering something in my ear and stride toward her. Lexi doesn’t see me coming, but her friend with the short blonde hair does. Her eyes widen, and then they turn into a smile.

  I push the guy out of Lexi’s way, and I grasp the back of her neck and smash her lips to mine, taking full advantage of her mouth. She tastes of mint and vodka as I devour her, drinking in everything about her. Lexi struggles and pushes me away, but when she realizes who I am, she places her hands on the back of my neck and opens up to me. The kiss is passionate, hungry, and full of lust.

  God, I want her—so bad.

  I pull back and growl, “You better start explainin’ what you’re doin’ here.”

  Lexi’s smile falters, and she tilts her head. “What do you mean?” she yells over the music.

  This is pissing me off that it’s so crowded in here, and people are bumping into us as the song turns faster-paced, causing people to jump all over the place.

  I grab her hand and pull her away from the crowd.

  She shouts, “Where are you taking me? I can’t leave.”

  I ignore her demands and make my way off the dance floor and toward the foyer. Once we’re out there, she huffs and puffs. “Rhyder, what are you—”

  “Do you have a coat?” I ask as my eyes travel down her sweet, hot-as-fuck body.

  “Yes, it’s in the cloakroom.”

  Pulling on her hand, I lead her to the room.

  The girl notices me and smiles. “Yes.”

  “Tell her.”

  Lexi asks for her jacket, and the girl behind the counter grabs her denim jacket, which I take from her and place it over Lexi’s shoulders.

  “Why are you doing this? This was supposed to be a night of fun, and now you’re ruining it.”

  “Am I?” I growl. “Well, I’m sorry, baby, but you’ve fuckin’ ruined me.”

  She frowns, not understanding the pun. Once her arms are in her jacket, I storm out of the club, basically carrying her out of there.

  We rush over to my bike, and I say, “Sit.”

  “I’m not going anywhere with you. I can’t.”

  “Get the fuck on there, or I’ll make you.” My patience is now running paper-thin.

  She crosses her arms. “Really, and how do you suppose—”

  I lift her, forcing her onto my bike, and she sits there with her arms folded.

  “Good! Now,” I say, leaning in, “… don’t fuckin’ move.”

  “Where are you taking me?”

  “Somewhere to talk. I’m sick of these games, Lexi. I’ve been through hell and back tryin’ to find you. Now that I have, you’re out around town havin’ the time of your life while all I’m fuckin’ doin’ is thinkin’ of you and tryin’ to see you, yet you won’t return my calls.”

  “But—”

  “No fuckin’ buts. The time for talkin’ is over. Until I say so.”

  I straddle my bike and start it up, ready to have this conversation.

  LEXI

  Rhyder basically throws me on the back of his bike, not giving me a chance to talk. At first, when he kissed me at the club, I was a little shocked, but I knew instantly who it was. I could taste him. He is the only man who’s ever kissed me that way.

  Rhyder wants to talk, and I get that.

  My dad changed my phone number and made me promise not to see him, or else I wouldn’t be allowed to go out and would be grounded. I love my dad, but since I was kidnapped, he’s gone completely mad with overprotectiveness. The only way I was allowed out tonight was because I said that it was Diane’s birthday, and her family was having cake for her.

  I packed my clothes in a bag and made my way to her house, got changed, and we left with her brother for the club.

  Since the kidnapping, I’ve been in denial. Everyone wants to know if I’m okay, and I’m sick of seeing looks of sympathy on their faces. As promised, I’ve seen a psychologist weekly, and I’ve dealt with a lot of what happened. Talking to a stranger has been helpful, more than I thought it would, but I simply want to move on. I’m ready to take control of my life and focus on my future and being happy once again. I want to forget about the past and the unknown of whatever happened to Master.

  I did find out later that Master was known as Fabien Lawrence and had a history of kidnapping girls. He would groom them, give them everything, and that included making them his sex slaves. The girls would then be brainwashed into thinking they couldn’t live life without him, and they eventually got used to living the life of a sex slave. Once he was bored with them, he would send them off to a brothel for them to make money for him that way.

  It was hard for me to think that Master was that type of man. I regret that day I let him go down on me, I don’t know what
I was thinking. Maybe it was because I had accepted that this was going to be my life from now on. Maybe I was lonely, or maybe I was sick and tired of fighting, but he certainly opened a whole new side of me—a side that craves touch.

  He awakened my sexuality and forced me to experience what pleasure could be like if it was with someone you loved.

  I tried to find out what happened to him, but no one knows where he is. I have the feeling that the Blood Brothers dealt with it and have something to do with his disappearance. I did hear that Gail was set free, and she has gone back to her home in Mexico. I wish I could say thank you to her for giving me some kind of normalcy during my captivity, but my psychologist doesn’t think it’s the right time for me to get in contact with her just yet. Right now, I need to work on myself and my own well-being.

  Rhyder starts his engine, and I quickly wrap my arms around him, holding on for dear life as he takes off like the devil himself is chasing him. We pass the streets, and the memory of me on his bike the last time we were together comes back to me. That was the night he kissed me. It feels like it was so long ago now, whereas it was probably only a few weeks.

  So much has happened since then.

  I wanted to call him.

  I wanted to visit and thank him for saving me once again, but my dad had me on lock and key, and I was forbidden to leave the house. It wasn’t unlike being captured all over again.

  I asked Diane to call the hospital to check on Rhyder to make sure he was okay. She would then relay to me exactly what was happening. I couldn’t sleep, eat, and all I did was pray to God that Rhyder would be safe, and he would make it through.

  I begged my dad to let me fly back out to California to check on him in hospital, but he forbade it. Although he was thankful he had saved Paige and me, he still thinks I need to keep away from his kind. His words not mine.

  How could Dad be like that?

  Does he not realize Rhyder nearly died saving me?

  I’m brought back to the present when we drive up to a set of gates. Two men wearing the same jacket as Rhyder nod down at him and open the gates for us.

  “Where are we?” I ask against Rhyder’s ear.

  He doesn’t answer, driving us through the open gate, and then he parks his bike in front of a concrete building. I have no idea where he’s brought me. Rhyder slides off the bike and then holds his hand out to me, which I take and get off the bike.

  I ask again, “Where are we?”

  Rhyder narrows his eyes on me. He’s still pissed. Does he not realize by now I had no choice, that I couldn’t see or call him?

  “We’re at my clubhouse,” he states. “We need to talk, and right now, most of the brothers are at the bar, so we have some privacy.”

  I swallow hard, being alone with Rhyder is making my heart beat wildly. I remember the last time we were alone, and he had me wanting more. He must notice my panicked look, so he smirks and says, “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.”

  “You promise.”

  Rhyder grabs my hand and leads me inside the clubhouse. The scent of cigarettes and leather hit my senses as I look around the dimly lit room. There’s probably a handful of men in here with women on their laps or drinking.

  A couple of guys are playing pool, and Rhyder nods at them when we pass. We head down a corridor, and he stops at a door. Getting keys from his pocket, he unlocks it.

  Once we are inside, I take it all in. His clothes are thrown on a chair beside me, empty beer bottles are scattered on top of his bedside table.

  Air is caught in the back of my throat at the vision of his bed—it’s unmade with sheets lying mostly on the floor.

  “Sorry about the mess. I wasn’t expectin’ to see you tonight.”

  I turn to look at him. “It’s okay.”

  Rhyder’s incredibly hot in his black jeans, white T-shirt, and his leather cut. His black hair is messed up from our ride, and he looks delicious.

  His eyes travel the length of my body, and I bite down on my bottom lip at the sexual tension between us.

  “You’re sexy, baby.” Stepping closer to me, his scent lingers between us. “I’ve missed you. Do you get that?”

  My knees feel weak when he cups the back of my neck, then he pulls at my hair, exposing my neck to his hungry mouth. Rhyder kisses me there, then runs his tongue under my earlobe.

  My stomach flips, and goosebumps erupt. “You smell fucking incredible.”

  I squeeze my eyes shut as both hands move down the sides of my body. His thumb runs circles at the curve of my breast biting on my bottom lip, I say, “Thanks, you smell nice, too.”

  He drops his head, gaining my attention. “I’ve been goin’ out of my fuckin’ mind not bein’ able to see you. Do you get that?” His eyes hold so much emotion, regret, pain, desire.

  “Me, too,” I whisper, and his brow raises. “Really? Have you?”

  I nod shyly, feeling my cheeks heat. I look down at the floor and admit, “It was killing me not knowing how you were, not being able to visit you in the hospital. My dad wouldn’t allow it, he made sure I couldn’t get out of the house.”

  “Look at me.” I do and stare into his almost black eyes. “You must know how I feel about you. I don’t just bring any girl back here. I want you, Lexi. I want you with me.”

  Did I just hear him right?

  Rhyder wants me.

  I hold onto his arms. “I don’t see how. My dad will never allow it.”

  “Don’t worry about him, let me handle it.” I smile, joy washing through me. “Now, before I kiss that sexy-as-fuck mouth of yours, I need to talk to you about somethin’, and I’m not sure you’re gonna want to go there.”

  Rhyder grabs my hand and pulls me toward the bed, then sits down and places me on his lap. I wrap my arms around his neck, curious as to where the conversation is going. He takes a deep breath, then kisses my forehead. He runs his thumb over my lips, and I feel myself get wet. His hands cup my face, and he licks his lips. “Did he touch you?”

  Shocked, I recoil and feel my stomach drop.

  I can’t.

  I can’t go there.

  I try and get off his lap, but his hands keep me still.

  “I need to know, baby. I know it’s hard for you, but I’m goin’ out of fuckin’ mind since the day I found you. I knew somethin’ had happened when I saw you were half-naked.” Rhyder stops, then pulls my hair away from my face. “Tell me, did he force you to have sex with him?”

  My eyes blur with unshed tears. “Baby, it’s okay. Just tell me the truth. I promise you I won’t bring him up again.”

  I sniffle. “We… we didn’t… we…”

  “Tell me, baby, I need to know.”

  I shake my head. “No, we didn’t have sex.”

  He lets out a breath and smiles. “Good.” His hands move from my face running down my arms. “Is there somethin’ else?”

  I chew on the inside of my cheek, unsure about how I should tell him. “He… ah… he kissed me.”

  Rhyder nods, understanding. “Is that all?”

  Reluctantly, I shake my head. “Did he touch you?”

  Oh, God.

  I nod, and I watch his jaw clench.

  “What else.”

  Tears now roll down my face. “Don’t make me say it… I’m ashamed.”

  Rhyder holds me to him.

  I lay my head on his shoulder and finally tell him, “He went down on me, kissed me there.”

  I feel his body tense beneath my face, and he pulls me back, anger washes over him in waves. I can tell he’s trying to control himself when he says, “It’s okay, baby, he won’t touch you again, that I promise.”

  I put on a fake smile and nod. “Thank you.”

  Then he places his fingers under my chin, lifting it. Rhyder leans in and kisses me gently, his tongue carefully asking for permission to enter my mouth. I open to him and let him kiss me. The kiss goes on and on, and before we know it, it turns to hunger, to a point where our kiss is desperate, and my
hands are clinging onto his shoulders as he ravishes my mouth in a kiss that has me panting and wet. I pull back and see his mouth glisten with our kiss. His eyes are half-open, and I know he’s turned on. Just like I am.

  “What is it, baby.”

  “There’s something else.” Guilt washes over me at what I’m about to admit to him.

  He cups my cheek. “Tell me.”

  I lick my lips, and his eyes follow. I can feel the hardness of his arousal beneath my butt, and I adjust myself liking his intake of breath. “I liked it,” I admit.

  He cocks an eyebrow. “Liked what, Lexi.” I flush, and he smiles.

  “Don’t be shy, tell me.”

  “I liked his mouth on me down there.” I shut my eyes, not ready to see his reaction, but then they fly open when he lifts me, and in one quick movement, he has me pinned to the bed with him hovering over me and between my thighs, his mouth licking me through my panties. I grab him not knowing what I want and cry out when he nips me there.

  “Did he touch you like this?” he growls, hooking my panties into his finger and moving them aside. Very slowly, his tongue licks me between my folds ending at my clit, where he plays with it.

  I cry out at the slightest touch and run my hands through his hair, pulling.

  “Did he do this?” His words come out as a low growl, and with one hand, he pulls at the hem of my panties and rips them to shreds. His two thumbs hold me open as he sinks his tongue into my entrance and rotates it.

  “Oh my God,” I cry out, and my hands place pressure on his head as he continues to make love to me with his mouth.

  Rhyder makes a sound of pleasure as he sucks my clit into his mouth and lets it out with a pop. “I bet he didn’t, baby.”

  I thrash my head from side to side feeling the scruff of his jaw rub against me.

  “I’m goin’ to fuck the memory of him out of you and prove to you how a real man can make you feel.” His hands run up my body, and one rests on my belly keeping me still as he continues to lick my folds and suck hard.

  “I’m going to come,” I cry out.

  Rhyder looks up at me through my open thighs, and his lips glisten with my arousal turning me on more if that’s even possible. He stands and smirks. I’m panting with need as he removes his cut placing it carefully on the bed, then he takes off his shirt exposing his chest to me. He’s ripped with taut muscles visible everywhere I look, and his stomach is flat and toned. Rhyder undoes his jeans and rolls them off his hips. His cock juts out to attention, and he places his hand on it and squeezes.