Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Tempest
T he last person I expected to see when I opened my eyes was Ryder.
How the fuck had I ended up with him? I’d been with Channing and the guys in Blackwater, but since Ryder’s scent was all over my pillow, I knew we were at his house.
I cringed as I pulled back to find my thigh sticky, my eyes dropping to the half-dried blood from the cuts I’d put there. I must have reopened one of them in my sleep.
I tried to get out of bed without waking him, but his rough, sleepy voice reached my ears before I even pulled the blanket back. “You can’t sneak out on me, Temp. That’s my trick.”
I turned to face him, finding his eyes already on me. “I got blood on you. My thigh?—”
“It’s okay, I think your blood looks good on me,” he chuckled, his eyes dropping between us to inspect the mess I’d left on both of us. “C’mon, we’ll fix it.” He shoved the blanket back, giving me an eyeful of his sinful body, and I was surprised by his playful attitude. “You’re such a thirsty bitch. I’m not a piece of meat, you know? I have feelings.”
“I think you’re a nice piece of meat,” I joked, his eyes flashing with amusement.
“Says the goddess.” He climbed out and took my bicep, steering me towards the bathroom. “Get in the shower, you reek like a bar and everyone will flip the fuck out if they think we spent the night fucked up together.”
I pulled the shirt over my head, realizing it was one of his. “Yeah, about that. What did happen last night? Last I remember, I was doing shots with Mase.” His eyes followed me as I turned the shower on and stepped under the icy spray, savoring the chill before it started heating. “I don’t remember you being there.”
“Channing put photos online and you were trashed. I don’t know why I ended up in Blackwater, but I figured I’d bring you here before your father could show up and find you passed out with three dicks in you,” he muttered. “I didn’t really have a plan to be honest, but you were a mess.”
“We were just having fun,” I scoffed, shoving my face under the water to try and wash off last night’s makeup.
“It didn’t look like fun. You act like you love this shit, but people who are happy don’t tend to hack themselves to pieces to feel, babe,” he said dryly, his voice sounding close. I wiped the water from my face to find him stepping into the shower with me, a cloth in his hand. “Here, this should help.”
He tried to wipe my face himself, but I snatched the cloth with a scowl. “I’m not stupid, I can do it myself.”
“Go for it,” he shrugged, not bothering to argue. “Just hurry up. I have shit to do today.”
“Like what? A therapy session?” I deadpanned, his eyes narrowing.
“Don’t be a bitch. Besides, you’re the one that could do with some therapy. Your daddy issues are out of control.”
“You like my daddy issues,” I cooed, reaching around to slide my hands around his waist. His dick instantly woke the fuck up, and I stepped closer with a grin. “Your dick does too.”
“My dick likes anything that gives it attention, don’t let it go to your head,” he grumbled, but he didn’t push me away as he raised an eyebrow. “I guess you have something in common with it.”
“I bet you were hard all night,” I murmured, peering up at him as I licked my lips. “Or did you slide inside me while I was asleep and take what you wanted?”
“No, I didn’t rape you in your sleep,” he bit out, shoving me back so firmly that I almost slipped. “You were passed out, Temp. I wouldn’t?—”
“Why not? You know you always have permission to fuck me, whether I’m conscious or not,” I said as I cut him off. “I love waking up with your cum leaking out of me.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“Don’t kink shame me, and don’t act like you hate it. It makes you feel powerful, right? Touching me while I’m vulnerable? Does it feel different when I’m asleep? Do you come faster while wondering if I’ll wake up to you rocking inside me?” I asked, his eyes flashing with heat.
“Don’t push me, babe. Trust me, you’ll only end up hurt.”
“Let me deal with that,” I offered, motioning to his rock-hard dick. “You want to bend me over? Fuck my bratty mouth? Or—” He didn’t let me finish before his fingers wrapped around my throat and yanked me against him, his voice sharp.
“This isn’t a game. Look what happened last time. I’m sick in the head, Tempest, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
The anger wavered from his face as I reached out to stroke his length, a shudder rolling through him as he closed his eyes.
“What do you need? Control? To cause pain? I’ll give you whatever you want,” I insisted, his hand loosening enough for me to lean forward and nip his chest. “I like being your fuck toy.”
I dropped to my knees and continued stroking him, teasing his balls with my tongue.
“You want to be a slut for me? Fine. Open,” he ordered, satisfaction rolling through me as I did as I was told.
Being bossed around and used by Ryder would always give me the rush I was chasing.
He pushed down my throat, sliding in and out a few times before going harder, a wet gag leaving me as I let him fuck my throat however he wanted. He slid a hand into my hair and gripped firmly, keeping my head in place as he fucked my mouth even harder.
“You’re such a whore. You love being filled with cum, don’t you?” he asked, tightening his grip on my hair more as my eyes started watering. He pulled back from me as if to stop, and I dug my nails into the back of his thighs to keep him close.
“Give me your cum. I want it.”
“Beg me for it,” he growled, my pussy clenching as he stroked himself while holding my gaze. I could tell he was trying to fight off some of his urges, but I wanted him to let them out to play with me.
“Please, Ry? I want you to fill me to the brim with cum like the slut I am.”
That seemed to set him off as he let out a snarl, reaching down to haul me to my feet before slamming my chest against the cold wall.
“Such a dirty girl,” he murmured in my ear as he pushed inside my pussy from behind, clamping a hand over my mouth as I moaned. “Shut the fuck up or someone will hear you. Understand?”
I nodded, my legs almost going out from under me as he started fucking me, his lips skimming my neck before he bit me sharply, making me squeal behind his hand. The low chuckle that left him almost made me come, his devilish fingers sliding around my front to dip between my legs.
He got me off quickly, my body still tingling with aftershocks as he turned me around to face him. “Feel better now you've taken some dick?”
“Come for me,” I whined, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep him against me. “I want to make you feel good too.”
“I don’t need to,” he said bluntly, and I rolled my eyes.
“Trust me, you do. Want me back on my knees?”
“I want you to stop fucking with my head,” he gritted out, but he started stroking himself again. He liked overpowering me, he just needed a little push.
I shoved him, his hands shooting out to brace against the wall to stop himself from falling, fury filling his eyes. “What the fuck, Tempest?”
I shoved him again, getting in his face.
“If you’re not going to finish, get out. It’s not my fault your dick doesn’t work,” I said sharply, his fingers wrapping around my throat as he squeezed a little.
“My dick’s fine.”
“Doesn’t look like it to me. Do you need some viagra to help you?” I taunted, wincing as he shoved me to my knees roughly and gripped my chin to force my jaw open.
“I know what you’re doing, and it’s working,” he warned, slapping my cheek hard enough to startle me but not enough to hurt. I took a breath, knowing he probably wasn’t going to let me have another one any time soon, and I was right when he forced his dick down my throat and started pounding into me.
I couldn’t breathe, all I could do was hold on to his thighs and choke.
“You asked for this you stupid fucking bitch,” he snarled between thrusts, his face tight with anger. Panic filled me a little when my lungs burned, but he suddenly pulled out and jerked himself in front of me, not giving me any warning before coming all over my face.
My tongue darted out to lick some that landed on my lip, and he surprised me as he cupped my cheek, assessing me as if I confused him.
“You’re always such a good girl for me.”
I was going to come from his words alone one day.
He rinsed off and climbed out, leaving me to deal with the mess, and once I was finished, I stepped out to find him waiting with a towel in his hand.
“Show me your thigh,” he said in a calmer tone, apparently having no patience because when I didn’t move, he put the towel on the sink and grabbed my waist, dropping my butt down onto it to inspect my cuts. “I’ll put some ointment on them. You need to keep them wrapped, I’ve told you?—”
“It ruins my outfit,” I huffed, a snort leaving him.
“Wear pants then, or make smaller cuts so you can cover them better.” His thumb brushed a cut and I flinched, his eyes lifting to mine as he pressed harder until I gasped.
I didn’t expect him to kiss me.
His teeth nipped at my lip as my arms slid around his neck, his hands dropping to the sink on either side of me to brace himself. My legs parted for him to get closer, my heels nudging his bare ass to encourage him.
“You’re insatiable,” he chuckled against my lips, pulling back far enough to meet my gaze. “Stop rubbing all over me so I can take you home.”
“I think you and your dick need to have words because he’s happy for me to stay a little longer,” I smirked, reaching between us to give him a gentle squeeze. “You’re as hard as a brick wall.”
“Told you it’s not broken,” he answered before pulling away, opening the bathroom door and walking into his room.
I quickly got dry before following him, dropping down onto his bed on my stomach to watch him rummage in the closet. I admired the nail marks I’d left all over him from our previous fuck session, pouting when he pulled some boxers on.
“Take them back off, the view was good.”
He tossed me a shirt, his eyes running over me as he spoke. “Stop being a hussy. You’re worse than me.”
“Stop looking so fuckable then,” I threw back, pulling it over my head and standing. It was longer than some of my dresses, not that it was hard to do that. “Are you sure I can’t tempt you into letting me sit on your face before we go?”
“Nope,” he scoffed, steering me towards the door. “Keep your mouth shut about where we were last night. Everyone’s already suspicious about who I’m spending time with in Blackwater, I don’t need them going after Channing.”
“Why the fuck would they do that?”
“To scare him off so he won’t sell drugs to me. They know you’re a fucking mess, so you being here is already a problem. Behave.”
He led me down the stairs and into the kitchen, conversations going silent as we entered.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Marco muttered under his breath, and I had to fight the urge to snap at him. It wasn’t like I wasn’t good enough for his son to fuck, Ryder was just as bad as I was.
Skeeter silently stared at us while Maddox scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Morning,” Ryder grunted, heading towards the coffee machine. “Don’t everyone talk at once.”
“You’re going to get yourself killed,” Maddox huffed, running his eyes over me with annoyance. “He must have fucked you real good for you to keep coming back for more. That’s not usually your style, Temp.”
Skeeter and Marco narrowed their eyes on me, but Ryder flipped him off.
“She got blackout drunk, so I let her sleep it off here to avoid Hendricks going on a rampage. She would’ve been run through like a train.”
“You need better friends then,” Maddox retorted as if he hadn’t tag teamed me with Ryder in the past, sneering at me. “But good idea, let her daddy come kill you instead.”
“Ryder,” Skeeter bit out sharply, making him turn to face him. “I need to talk to you.”
“Can I make coffee first? It was a late night, and I’m twitchy,” Ryder said, turning back to the coffee. “Sugar, Temp?”
“Please. Double shot too. I’m still half asleep,” I replied as I sat at the table, noticing the smirk he tried to hide.
“I’m not surprised.”
No one spoke while Ryder made our drinks, and he’d just placed mine on the table and sat beside me when Rory walked in, halting in the doorway when she noticed me.
I was the last person any mother would want their son to bring home.
“Nope, too early for this kind of bullshit. I’ll meet you at the shed, Skeet,” she muttered, noticing my outfit and glaring at me. “I doubt your father knows you’re here.”
“You’d be correct,” I replied lightly as I took a sip of my coffee, making her curse at Ryder on her way out.
That went better than I’d expected.
Ryder
“She’s the girl you’re fucking?” Skeeter hissed as he steered me into the living room, leaving Tempest with Marco and Maddox. “Are you insane? Ry, she’s?—”
“I fuck lots of girls, you need to be more specific,” I said dryly.
“The one you strangled yesterday morning and swore you were never seeing ever again,” he deadpanned, lightly smacking me up the back of the head. “Have you finally fucked all your braincells out?”
“I couldn’t leave her at the party. The guys would’ve fucked her, and she couldn’t even stand properly. Archer should be thankful that I went and got her.”
“What party? Who the hell are you hanging around with that thinks it’s okay to fuck unconscious girls?” he demanded, irritation washing through me. It was way too early for this shit, Mom was right about that.
“Look, you know Tempest likes a good variety of guys in her sex life, and she has no problem with them doing that. She consents to it, in fact. Problem is, I don’t need her father going after a bunch of guys because his daughter’s a whore. I figured if I went and got her, everyone would be fine. The guys get high with Temp and they fuck, just like me and her used to. Thing is, I got clean so now I can try to?—”
“She’s not your problem, and she’s going to get you in trouble. You honestly didn’t stick your damn dick in her last night?”
“Last night? No,” I chuckled, downing my coffee as he glowered at me. “I’m taking her home, so don’t worry. I’ll tell Hendricks I looked after her, and everything will be fine.”
“I’m so glad you see it that way, but you’re fucked when you pull up at her house and get out of that car,” he scoffed, shaking his head. “How long have you been fucking her?”
“I don’t know. A while. She’s got a good pussy,” I shrugged, waving away his concern. “I’m fine, Dad. Don’t worry about me.”
He sighed, raking a hand through his hair. “Ry, you took off last night on Maddox and Jett. Apparently, you lost your temper over a game.”
“Hey, Maddox smashed an entire console for not ejecting a disc once. Don’t give me that temper bullshit as if I’m the only loose cannon around here. We’ve all got anger issues, in case you didn’t notice. Most of us got that from you.”
“Me? That’s all on your mother. She’s the psycho one,” he joked, the concern not leaving his eyes. “Please be careful. You’re playing a deadly game of roulette with her. She’s toxic.”
“Jesus, I’m not marrying the girl, chill. Besides, I’m toxic, and you know it. You should be more worried about her safety, not mine. I’m leaving, I’ll be home later.” I went to walk off, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me.
“Promise me you’ll stop seeing her.”
I shook him off with a scoff. “Me and her aren’t a thing. She was here, so I fucked her. Get off my ass about it.” He let me go, and I stomped into the kitchen and placed my mug in the sink, glaring at Tempest as she sat patiently at the table. “Come on, I don’t have all fucking day.”
“Who pissed in your Cheerios?” she huffed as she stood, not bothering to say goodbye to anyone as she followed me out to the garage. She didn’t speak again until we were in the car, not looking at me. “Is Skeet pissed?”
“He’ll get over it. He thinks I’ll get back on the drugs if I’m within ten miles of you,” I snorted, backing out of the garage and heading towards her place. “And the fact that Archer will kill me.”
“Dad can’t do shit, I’m an adult and so are you,” she grumbled, turning the radio up to avoid conversation, which was fine by me. Just because we fucked, didn’t mean I wanted to get to know her more.
I didn’t care what her favorite color was, or her favorite song. We only shared moments in the dark that no one else would understand.
The moment I parked out the front of her house, the front door jerked open and Archer stepped out, making me huff out an amused breath. “You’d better tell everyone how good my dick was at my funeral. None of that sweet bullshit.”
“You really think I’d lie and say you were a nice person and an asset to the community?” she deadpanned, glancing over at me as I reached for the door.
“I totally am. Do you know how many women have had the pleasure of my community service?”
She snickered as she climbed out, and I followed her towards the front door, where her father waited furiously.
“What the fuck is this?” he bit out, looking me up and down as if he’d never seen me before. “You touched my daughter after I told you never to go near her again?”
“In my defense, everyone’s touched your daughter,” I grunted, crossing my arms. “I heard she was blackout drunk at a party and climbing all over everyone, so I went and got her so she could sleep it off at my place. You’re welcome, by the way. I nearly got my ass beat by some angry dudes over it.”
It was a small lie, but he didn’t have to know that.
“You want me to believe that you didn’t touch her?” he said flatly, making me roll my eyes.
“I didn’t take advantage of your passed-out daughter. Happy? Is Lexi home? I need to apologize to her for my behavior the other night.”
“Why’s she in your shirt then?” He looked ready to punch me and I was honestly surprised that he didn’t. Tempest couldn’t help but piss him off more though.
“Probably because I was naked when he found me. Ruined a really good orgy.”
“Get in the house!” he barked, turning back to me. “Lex is in the kitchen. Make it fast before I put a bullet in you.”
“I’ll remember that next time I find out Temp is in trouble,” I deadpanned, walking inside and making a beeline towards the kitchen. Lexi glanced up at me and did a double take, her eyes narrowing after a second.
“Why are you here? Out to cause more problems?”
I sat beside her, resting an elbow on the table. “I brought your wayward princess home and thought I’d come in and apologize for my behavior at Wet Dreams. I was having a bad day, and I was taking it out on everyone around me. I’m sorry I made things difficult for you.”
Her face softened and she took my hand, holding it firmly when I tried to pull away.
“You’re a good kid, Ry, and I appreciate you looking out for Tempest. I love my daughter, but I worry she’s going to drag you down with her. You’ve been doing so well.”
“She can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.”
“That’s what concerns me. She could make you change your mind. Addiction is nothing to be ashamed of, but it’s the devil,” she replied, letting me pull my hand back from her hold. “And apology accepted. I don’t want to ban you from the club, but I will if you keep stirring up trouble. Understood?”
“I really am sorry.”
I was. I hated it when my mind got all fucked up and I lost my temper, but it was happening a lot lately.
Tempest flounced into the room and dropped into the chair opposite me as if she hadn’t just crawled out of my bed, tangling her legs with mine under the table.
I couldn’t lie, I kicked her a little.
“Want to come to a party later with?—”
“No,” I said flatly, pushing my chair back and getting to my feet. “I’ll see you later, Lexi.”
Lexi gave me a smile, but it looked forced as Tempest blew out a breath. “Don’t be a stick in the mud. I’ll even blow you.”
“Tempest!” Lexi snapped, but I walked right past them and headed outside, surprised to find Archer still standing on the doorstep. I mumbled a goodbye to him on the way past, but he sighed.
“Wait, Ryder.” I turned, his jaw clenched as he spoke calmly. “Thank you for bringing her home.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Don’t touch her again, you hear me?”
“I could outrun you, old man,” I smirked as I turned and jogged to my car.
“My bullets are fucking faster!” he bit out before stalking inside and slamming the door, his voice carrying as he yelled at Tempest inside.
I climbed into my car and went to drive off, but Mom called, making me sigh as I answered the phone. “Yeah?”
“Just making sure you’re alive,” she said dryly as I started the car and drove towards home.
“I brought his sweet princess home. He thanked me.”
“No threats?”
“Multiple.”
“Can you not start a crew war over pussy?” she scolded, a laugh leaving me.
“It’s a war worth fighting for, Mom. I’m heading back to the house now, promise.”
“I have a better idea. Come to the shed.” Then she hung up before I could turn it down.