Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Ryder
I woke up in a piss poor mood. Jett was sulking, I was twitchy, and I snagged my belt loop on the bathroom door handle the second I’d woken up.
That only ever happened when I was already annoyed, so my reaction had been a little bit over the top.
I ended up going home to workout alone, trying to burn some of my energy and irritation so no one would notice. If Jett was noticing, then my parents definitely would.
I was drenched in sweat after an hour of running, and I’d just stopped to lift weights when Riley walked in. She didn’t say anything for a while, staring at me silently for a good five minutes before coming closer, where I sat on the bench doing bicep curls.
“Why are you helping her?”
I knew exactly who she meant, not bothering to look up at her as I continued my reps.
“She needs someone in her corner.”
“Why does it have to be you? You’ve got enough shit to deal with, so taking on her problems is just stupid. Don’t bring her around here, Ry.”
I put my weight down and turned to her, annoyed that she was trying to make rules for me.
“I’ll bring her here if I want. Now that she doesn’t live at home, maybe you and Luna can start spending all your time over there instead.”
“You know she got kicked out for hurting Lexi, right? She’s out of control.”
“No, she’s fucking hurting. You don’t get it because you’re not going through what she is,” I said calmly, but I was starting to crack. I hated conversations like these because no one would understand unless they’d dealt with addiction.
Whether it be drugs, alcohol, or sex, it didn’t matter. Addiction would never leave you once it grabbed hold of you, you just had to learn to deal with it.
“The only thing she’s going through is a shitload of dick. I’m surprised she hasn’t ODed mid-fuck on you.”
I stood and grabbed the front of her hoodie to haul her closer, glaring down at her as I fought to keep my voice level. “I don’t give a fuck about your issue with Tempest, but you can’t judge her for her sex life. All you did was fuck before you got with Luna. You think junkies deserve to just die? They don’t need help?”
“Let me go, psycho. I was just stating a fact. Between the drugs and the increased heart rate from all the fucking, I don’t know how she hasn’t at least had a heart attack. You either, to be honest, but at least you got clean. She’s not worth saving, so let her go and focus on yourself before you relapse and fuck it all up,” she gritted out, my hand tightening in her hoodie.
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Make me, asshole,” she taunted, and I was close to losing my damn mind and swinging at her when Mom walked in.
“Enough, I can hear you two arguing from the kitchen. Riley, don’t rile him up when he’s obviously on edge.” She didn’t say anything about why I was on edge, but she stared me down as if she knew.
I almost blurted out that I’d been high the other night but stopped myself at the last second.
I released Riley a little rougher than necessary, and she kicked at my leg as she moved back, pushing her luck.
“Riley, I swear to fucking God,” I bit out, but Mom stepped between us, motioning to the open door.
“Riley, go bother Noah or something.” Riley rolled her eyes but walked off, shutting the door behind her without Mom having to ask. “You want to talk about it?”
“About what?” I grunted, sitting back on the bench.
“You’re irritated as fuck, Ry. Do I have to worry about you right now?” she asked firmly, sitting beside me.
“Any news on getting anyone out of lockup?” I asked, and she smirked.
“No. Stop avoiding my question, it won’t work.”
“Tempest is staying tonight.”
“No, she’s not.”
“Why?” I asked flatly, meeting her gaze.
“She was asked to leave her parents’ house or go to rehab. She chose to be difficult and leave. That’s not your problem. She attacked her fucking mother.”
“I assaulted Luna.”
“It was an accident and you learned from it,” she said with a wave of her hand.
“It wasn’t an accident, it was a mistake. You can’t accidentally assault someone,” I scoffed, shaking my head a little. “Temp didn’t mean to hurt her mom, and trying to force someone to go to rehab before they’re ready is pointless. It only works if they want to change. She doesn’t see the point because she’s so fucking sad that she doesn’t give a shit if something happens to her. I’m not trying to fix her problems, I’m just showing her that she isn’t alone.”
“Promise me you can handle this, Ry. I’m trying so hard to keep you on the right path, but I worry she’s going to push you right off it,” she said quietly, taking my hand and giving it a squeeze. “You’re my baby. I can’t help but try to protect you.”
“I’m not a baby, Mom,” I chuckled, and she gave me a wry grin.
“I know, but it was only yesterday you were barely up to my knee, snatching snacks out of the grocery bags. Let me mom you a little longer.”
“Aren’t you a little too busy for that right now?”
“I’m never too busy to be your mom,” she said firmly, getting to her feet. “Keep the noise down tonight. Girls tend to go missing when they scream the house down all night and keep people awake.”
“Newsflash, we all know it was Beckett who made them vanish, and she doesn’t live here anymore.”
“Where do you think she got that from?” Mom deadpanned, moving towards the door and glancing back at the last minute. “Don’t let her demons drown you too. Not when you finally drowned your own.”
I didn’t want to tell her mine were fighting back, so I just nodded. “I promise.”
I pulled up at Channing’s at lunchtime, finding Mason sitting outside by the pool alone.
“Hey. Where’s Temp?”
Her car was still here, so I knew she was too.
“Probably inside somewhere.”
“Why are you out here?”
He snorted, glancing up at me. “Chan is being a dick. Told me to stay away from Temp so he could have her last night. Asshole.”
“Didn’t think he wanted her anymore?” I replied dryly, earning a look of agreement.
“I know. I think he only let her stay last night to punish me or something. Him and Wolfe had a good night, apparently. Bastards kept me awake for hours.”
I chuckled, giving him a playful shove. “It’s okay, I’ll let you rub balls with me any day, man. I’ve got you. I’m not possessive, I’ll share.”
He laughed, his entire body language relaxing. “Thanks. I think we’re a good team.”
“Tempest agrees,” I grinned, motioning for him to follow me into the house, continuing to talk as we walked. “So, why’s he punishing you?”
“The guys hate how attached to her I am. She’ll never be with me, I know that, but I want to help her. She’s not just someone I fuck,” he replied honestly, staring at the ground. “What about you? You obviously like her or you wouldn’t keep saving her.”
I didn’t like people all up in my business, but Mason wasn’t like my family. He didn’t see me as a recovering addict that fucked up my life, he just saw me as Ryder, the guy he liked to drink with and sometimes shared a girl with.
“I care about her. I’m not trying to fix her, she has to get sober on her own, but I don’t want her thinking she’s alone. I can’t be with her, I don’t do relationships and neither does she, but everyone needs someone who understands them. I know the demons she battles because I battle them too.”
“Convince her to be with me then,” he suggested, and I gave him an amused smirk.
“Why do you even want to date her, dude? She’d eat you alive.”
“I think I’d be good for her. I’d let her fuck Chan and Wolfe whenever she needed more, I care about her, and I have money for the things she likes,” he pointed out, making me snort.
“Not even I have enough money for her spending habits. You’d literally be setting yourself up for misery. Sure, it would be good for a while, but eventually, you won’t be enough. She always wants more and she doesn’t care who she hurts to get what she wants. Girls like that? They destroy good men. You’re a good guy, Mase, but that won’t be enough to keep her happy.”
He was quiet as we walked inside, Tempest’s moans filling the house from somewhere.
I glanced at Mason and he sighed, taking the lead as we walked along the hallway to Channing’s room, opening the door to find her bent over the bed with Channing plowing her from behind. Her wrists were tied behind her back, her ass bright pink from a spanking.
Channing was either punishing her or rewarding her, it was basically the same thing.
Wolfe sat in the corner, his eyebrow lifting as he noticed us. “Morning.”
Channing glanced over, smirking as he kept fucking Tempest. “We’ve got an audience, babe. You want to put on a show for them?” She tried to look over but couldn’t at the angle she was currently in, wriggling her butt to encourage him. “Typical slut, wanting everyone to see you getting railed and stuffed with cum.”
“Channing—”
He smacked her ass hard, making her squeal. “You get what you’re given.”
Mason took a step forward, and Wolfe pointed to the spot on the couch beside him. “Sit. You’re not playing with her.”
“Fuck you, dude. You can’t stop me from fucking someone,” Mason bit out, and Channing rolled his eyes.
“Get over here and shut her up then if you really need to join in.”
I let Mason play with them while I sat beside Wolfe, keeping my eyes on Tempest while speaking to Wolfe. “Why didn’t you let him in on your sexfest last night? It’s not like she’ll date him no matter how hard he falls.”
Wolfe slid his gaze to me, and I looked at him, waiting for him to speak.
“You see a side of Mase that everyone sees, not the side he lets us see. He’s too soft for a girl like her, even you can admit that.”
“I told him something like that this morning. Doesn’t mean you have to cock block the guy.”
“Yeah, we do. Fucking her and falling for her are two very different things.”
“Why let him mess around with her now then? It’s not like keeping them apart last night changed the way he thinks about her,” I grunted, making him shrug.
“He had shit to do last night for Chan, and that wasn’t going to change just because she was here. He needs to keep his priorities in check, that’s all. Kind of hoping he finds someone new to obsess over because she’s even more needy now. No home? That’s just asking for him to try and save her. We let her stay last night as a favor to you, not because of her. We don’t want this becoming a habit, clear?”
“I know. I’ll take her back to mine. I’ll help her organize something else,” I agreed, and he chuckled as he turned his attention back to his friends.
“Good luck with that, Donovan. No one’s going to let her stay permanently when she’s got no money, a problem with authority, and a drug habit.”
He wasn’t wrong, it was going to be hard, but there had to be somewhere for her to go.
My dick hardened as Channing forced an orgasm out of her and she jerked against the restraints, a broken cry leaving her as he kept going, only stopping when he pushed himself over the edge.
Tempest was sobbing, telling me they’d done that a few times and her body was overstimulated, and Mason being Mason was letting her have a moment to calm down.
It was better to just keep going, she could rest when he was done.
“She’s fine, dude. It’s called fucking, not coddling,” I said dryly, making Wolfe snicker beside me. Channing muttered his agreement, but Mason scowled as he raked his fingers through her hair to soothe her.
“Fuck off, Ry.”
“Fuck her or don’t, I don’t give a shit. Hurry up and finish because I want to go.”
“Give her a minute, asshole.”
“No,” I scoffed, standing and moving towards them. I started untying her wrists, talking to her flatly. “Do you need a break, or are you going to be good for Mase and take his load so we can leave?”
“I can be good,” she choked out, groaning as I released her wrists and started massaging them. I’d bet money on her having no feeling left in them.
“I know you can. Show Mase how badly you want his cum, baby.”
Calling her baby always seemed to motivate her, and it did the trick as she shuffled closer to him and happily put his dick back in her mouth.
I trailed my fingers down her spine, admiring Channing’s handprint on her ass.
“She was a really, really, bad girl last night,” Channing said with a grin as he appeared beside the bed with a cloth in hand, now in his boxers. “Thanks for lending her to me.”
“She’s not mine to lend, but you’re welcome,” I deadpanned, accepting the cloth from him and easing it between her legs to clean her. The cloth was cool, and she leaned back a little to soothe her tender pussy.
“You’re too nice to the girls you fuck,” Channing muttered, but I ignored him. It wasn’t like his cum was going to scare me, I’d fucked his cum into her before which was way more personal than this.
“C’mon, Temp. You can work faster than that,” I sighed, keeping the cool cloth against her pussy while wrapping her hair in my other fist and encouraging her to go faster, making Mason grunt.
“Don’t help her, it’s weird.”
“You like that, Mase?” I joked, moving her a little lower over him and making him groan.
“Fuck, dude. This is pushing the friendship a little.”
“Friendship? I thought we had something real going on,” I chuckled, knowing exactly when he was close to finishing by the way his thighs tensed and his breathing changed. When you fucked around in groups, you got to know your friends a little more personally than necessary.
I pushed Tempest’s mouth down firmly, holding her when he cursed out his release, only letting her pull back when I wanted her to. She choked on the air as it hit her lungs, and I grabbed her clothes off the floor and tossed them at her.
“Get dressed, find your keys, and let’s go. I’ll even stop for coffee if you’re fast.”
Coffee was a good way to bribe her, she seemed to love it as much as money, so I knew it would work.
Sure enough, she was showered, dressed, and in her car within fifteen minutes.
Tempest
Ryder followed me to the diner, looking like a fucking snack as he climbed out of his car. I shamelessly checked him out, making him smirk, but he didn’t say anything as we walked inside together.
He ordered us both a coffee, knowing exactly how I liked mine, and I was a little surprised when he ordered food too. I expected him to shoo me back out to the car to get on the road, but he motioned for me to follow him to sit at a table.
“Are you my sugar daddy now?” I joked, making him chuckle as he glanced at me from across the table.
“No, why? Do you need something?”
“I need lots of things. Caffeine, new shoes, pretty nails?—”
“I’m not buying you shoes, you have plenty,” he cut in, staring at my hands for a second before adding, “But if you want your nails done, I can pay for that.”
“Wait, seriously?” I asked slowly, not understanding why.
“Absolutely. I like how your hands look wrapped around my cock with those talons of yours,” he winked. “Do you need me to pick up anything else from your parents’ place? Or did you get it all?”
I relaxed, tangling my legs with his, and for once, he let me.
“I think I got it all. Thanks for this, Ry. I know I’m not your problem, so I appreciate you helping me. Even if it’s only so I keep fucking you.”
He snorted, leaning back in his seat to watch me. “You’d keep fucking me anyway. I don’t have to bribe you into my bed.”
He wasn’t exactly wrong about that.
A bowl of fruit and yogurt appeared in front of me, and he motioned for me to eat it as a plate of eggs and bacon was placed in front of him. I wasn’t going to say no to free food right now.
We ate silently, and I couldn’t help but watch him. He was way too attractive, and I hated to admit it, but he was also being a pretty good friend to me lately.
I didn’t really have many of those.
“Mom’s okay with you staying tonight, but we’ll have to find somewhere for you to live. You can’t live at my place,” he warned, catching me looking at him again.
I sipped my coffee, wincing slightly at his words. “I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“We’ll find somewhere. Maybe you should take the rehab option.” My eyes narrowed, and he huffed out a breath. “I know you don’t want that, but they give you a roof and food.”
“I’m not fucking going, so stop telling me to.”
“I was just trying to help, Temp. You can’t stay with Mase, and you can’t stay with me. Figure out a plan,” he said sternly, draining the rest of his coffee before standing and dropping a few bills on the table.
I stood too, following him back outside to the cars and grabbing his wrist before he could get in his. “Hey. I mean it, thank you.”
He shook me off and grumbled. “You’re welcome. Let’s go.”
He drove off ahead of me this time, and he was definitely speeding. Not that I followed the speed limit myself, but it was harder to keep up with him once we ran into some traffic and he got ahead of me.
It wasn’t like I didn’t know where he lived, so I put my music on and sang along as I drove, noticing him slow slightly ahead as if just realizing he was leaving me behind.
I passed him and he followed me the rest of the way, telling me to park out front by the stairs while he put his car in the garage.
I was expecting chaos when he led me into the house, but it was dead silent.
“Where is everyone?”
“Jail, working, or school,” he shrugged, making me frown.
“Who’s in jail?”
“Skeet, Ty, and Hunter. So is Beck and Maddox,” he shrugged, my eyes widening.
“Wait, seriously? What happened?”
“Crew stuff,” he said vaguely, taking the bag I had in my hand and leading me upstairs to his bedroom. “I mean it, okay? Tonight only. Mom’s dealing with enough shit and doesn’t need you moving in and getting comfortable.”
“What are we doing today then? You want to drink by the pool?” I asked, earning the stink eye.
“Can you just be sober for one day?”
“Can you be fun for one day?” I threw back. “Can we at least fuck or something?”
“Shouldn’t you be more worried about making money and finding somewhere to live?” he scoffed, dropping back onto his bed to put his arms behind his head, not moving as I straddled his lap and peered down at him.
He hardened against my ass, making me smirk. “I’d prefer to fuck you all day, to be honest.”
“You’re worse than me, you know that?” he finally chuckled, moving his hands to my waist. “Maybe we can take a joint out to the pool later.”
“And fuck, right?”
I laughed as he bucked his hips, causing me to fall forward over his chest. He ground up against me, his dick pressing against my pussy through my leggings.
“Surely the guys got you off enough,” he murmured, his hands sliding around to my back to keep me close.
“They did, but they’re not you. No one makes me feel as good as you,” I answered, kicking myself when he went quiet, but then his mouth was on mine.
It was rough, and it ended way too quickly for my liking.
“You want to come to the track tonight?” he asked, acting as if he hadn’t just kissed me and woken my pussy up.
“To watch you fuck other girls and abandon me? No, thanks,” I huffed, but he chuckled and sat up, keeping me on his lap as he kissed my neck.
“I’m thinking of racing. You can be my passenger princess. You can’t get high as fuck here, so maybe an adrenaline rush around the track will give you what you need.”
Ryder used to race a lot, but he hadn’t been lately.
“Is that why you want to race? Are you needing an adrenaline hit?” I asked, a sigh leaving him.
“Yeah. I’m struggling a little thanks to the other night, so I’m hoping it eases it.”
“A night of racing and fucking sounds pretty good,” I grinned. “Can you get rough with me tonight? I want you to let your monster out a little.”
He winced, easing me off his lap to sit beside him. “I don’t know, Temp. It’s dangerous.”
“I want you to make me bleed. I’m addicted to the pain you give me.”
“Skeet gave me a knife, you know?” he chuckled, but there was no humor behind it. “Told me if I’m going to cut up girls, that it needs to be done properly." He reached into his drawer to pull it out, handing it to me. “It’s a nice knife, and I’ve been tempted to try it, but what if I take it too far?”
“Play with it tonight while we’re sober,” I suggested, the idea sending flutters to my pussy.
“I don’t like hurting you.”
“Yes, you do. That’s your problem,” I answered, admiring the knife. “At least if you’re sober, you’ll think clearly.”
“Don’t rely on that tactic. Last time I was sober and look what happened,” he muttered, eyeing me. “There’s just something about knowing I can make you come while hurting you that gets me off. I can’t explain it.”
“You don’t have to explain it. I like to hurt, and you like to cause pain. I think we’re a good match in the bedroom,” I smiled, offering him the knife. “Cut me.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah. Cut me,” I encouraged, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it over my head, removing my bra next. His eyes didn’t leave me as I laid back to wriggle out of my leggings and panties, parting my legs a little to give him a peek. “You need a release? Take what you need from me.”
He toyed with the knife in his hands for a moment before tugging his clothes off too, a shiver rolling through me as he crawled closer and nudged my legs apart more. I opened them without argument, my breath hitching as he dropped the handle of the knife to my pussy and teased my clit with it.
“Hold still,” he warned, and I went deathly still as he moved the knife up further and pressed the blade against my mound, making me whimper as he finally gave me what I’d asked for.
I cried out as he cut into my skin, making his way from one side of my mound to the other, the burn igniting something inside me and making me crave more.
Apparently, it did something to him too, because he suddenly tossed the knife aside and rubbed his dick against the dampness that I assumed was blood, his eyes focused on whatever mess he was creating.
“I can’t get you out of my fucking head,” he muttered before pushing inside me without bothering to warm me up, making me gasp.
I didn’t really need it thanks to Wolfe and Channing, so it wasn’t exactly painful.
His hand slipped between us to rub my clit, not easing up on it until he’d gotten me off, and my eyes fixated on his hand when he removed it.
It was covered in blood.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, not giving a fuck about the mess as he grabbed my thigh to lift my ass higher to fuck me deeper, my hands fisting the blanket. “You want me to pay for your nails? Then show me why I should.”
I didn’t understand for a moment, but then I reached around him to dig them into his back, making him hiss. His dick jerked inside me, so I dug them in even more, making him growl out a curse.
He went feral, fucking me until I screamed the damn house down, and it wasn’t until we were done and he ushered me into the bathroom to shower, that I got to see the cuts he’d given me.
His name was carved across my skin, and all I could think about was how he finally wanted the world to know I was his.
I couldn’t stop smiling, even if I wanted to.