Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Ryder
M y mind was foggy when I woke up. I sat up in bed, finding myself between Tempest and Channing, Mason and Wolfe on Tempest’s other side. I blinked against the light coming through the windows, trying to focus as the room seemed to spin.
“Dude, stop jumping around,” Channing grunted, peering over at me with annoyance.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, slipping out from the blanket and crawling down the bed to avoid disturbing anyone else. He huffed but didn’t say anything else as I headed to the bathroom, wincing when I assessed myself in the mirror to find massive hickeys all down my neck and chest, and what appeared to be a black eye. “What the fuck?” I muttered under my breath, poking at my eye and regretting it as the burn started.
I remembered fucking a lot, but that was about it. If I got into a fight with one of the guys, I didn’t remember it.
I relieved my bladder and showered, rolling my eyes when the door opened as I was washing my hair and Wolfe walked in to pee.
“Seriously?” I asked flatly, and he didn’t even look over at me as he took a piss.
“What? I spent all night naked in front of you, sharing fucking body fluids in the communal pussy you call a girlfriend, but watching me piss is too much for you?” he deadpanned.
“I share enough with you guys, so the least you could do is give me five minutes alone to shower.”
“Sounds like a you problem, Donovan. It was either I came in to pee, or I was pissing over the balcony,” he grunted, finally finishing and turning to face me. He was sporting a black eye too.
“Did we fight last night?” I asked as I shut the water off and climbed out, grabbing a towel to wrap around myself.
“Nah. We had a bet that we could knock each other out with one punch. I don’t think either of us won, to be honest with you,” he chuckled. “You’ll need to clean the couch though. You and Chan made some bitch squirt all over it.”
“We did?” I asked with a frown, rubbing my temples. “I don’t remember anything other than us fucking Temp and doing shots when we started. Other people showed up?”
He grinned, shaking his head a little. “Dude, go see the living room. It’s trashed. You threw a big party. There were tits and dicks everywhere. I think I broke some guy’s nose for getting handsy with me, it was wild.”
It wouldn’t have been the first hotel room I’d trashed with a party, so I secured the towel around my waist and followed him out into the main room to see for myself.
Plastic cups and beer cans littered the floor and every surface, one of the curtains was on the floor with three people sleeping under it like a blanket, and most couches and chairs had people passed out on them too.
I rubbed my eyes as if to wake myself up more, making Wolfe laugh. “You really don’t remember a thing do you? You need to build up your substance stamina again.”
I hated having such big blanks in my memory. Drugs fucked everyone up, but since my body had been used to it before, I’d been able to function a lot better back then.
Now, I barely had any and I couldn’t remember a damn thing.
“Anything else happen that I should know about?” I asked, and he smirked.
“Nothing bad. You’ve got some new porn on your phone though. You’re welcome. You wanted me to send it to you.”
I started looking for my phone and found it on the kitchen counter, noticing multiple videos and pictures sent to me from Wolfe and Mason. I opened them, scrolling through a bunch of photos of Tempest and some other girl doing things for us, and racked my brain to try and remember the other girl.
There was zero memory of her, but I remembered Tempest on her knees for me, her sinful mouth desperate to please me.
There were a lot of videos of the night, and I glanced up as Mason spoke from beside me. “Told her she’d be good at porn. Buy the girl a camera and a computer, dude. She’d make bank.”
He wasn’t wrong, Tempest was good in front of a camera, and she had no shame whatsoever, so the content was good.
“You think so?”
“Definitely. Invest in her. Then she can spend her own money instead of yours,” he joked, not that I gave a shit about her spending mine.
The porn star in question wandered out with Channing grumbling behind her, a bright smile on her face. “Good morning.”
“Why are you so fucking cheery?” I huffed, and she let out a laugh.
“I think I’m still drunk, to be honest.” She slid her arms around me, glancing down at my phone with a chuckle. “You’re already watching it?”
“Donovan blacked out. Doesn’t remember shit,” Wolfe said with amusement, making her frown.
“Nothing? Not even that thing I did with your balls?”
The guys snorted, and I rolled my eyes. “I remember your mouth on my balls, yes.”
“Aw, even when you can’t remember a thing, you remember the little things I do for you,” she cooed, patting my chest. “I’m honored.”
“Do you want to make porn?” I asked, completely changing the subject. “Like, to make money?”
“That’s a loaded question before coffee,” she answered, but then shrugged. “Mase and I have been talking about it. Would save me working a shitty job like being a waitress.”
“Yeah, because that would be degrading,” Channing deadpanned, giving her the side-eye. “You’d rather do porn than serve food?”
“Yes,” she said bluntly, shivering for added effect. “It’s gross and so much work. I’m not cut out for a job like that.”
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, giving me a look. “You’d be fine with the internet seeing your girl getting fucked?”
“The internet sees it all the time, at least now she’d get paid for it,” I pointed out, dropping my eyes back to my phone just as Tempest took a cum shot up her back. “I think she’d be good at it.”
“You two deserve each other, you’re both messed up,” Wolfe chuckled, checking his phone with a sigh. “We need to leave. We have a delivery in two hours. Don’t use any videos of me for your porn career, or I’ll cut your tits off, Hendricks.”
Tempest laughed as if he was joking, making her way out to the balcony to smoke. “You’re missing out. Maybe you could have a porn career too?”
“No thanks,” he said dryly before walking out without saying goodbye, Channing right behind him, but Mason hovered close by without leaving. “Dude, hurry the fuck up.”
“I was thinking?—”
“Now,” Channing said sharply, giving Mason no choice but to follow unless he wanted to be scolded in front of an audience. I didn’t give a shit if the guy stuck around, but I knew Channing and Wolfe were annoyed with Mason choosing Tempest over their business lately.
The other people started waking up, most of them leaving without being told, and I shoved some jeans and a shirt on before joining Tempest outside for a cigarette so we could continue our conversation.
“I’ll buy you the equipment,” I offered, her eyes darting up to mine.
“Huh?”
“The camera and stuff. If you’re serious about making adult content, I’ll help you get set up.”
“That’s a lot of money, Ry.”
“Not really. Five thousand would have a decent laptop and camera sorted, and maybe even some change for some lingerie or something. I don’t know what else you’d need, so make me a list and I’ll pay for it,” I shrugged, scowling when she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “If you want to say thank you, suck my damn dick or something.”
“I don’t know how to edit videos, but I can learn,” she said instead, not letting me go.
“We’ll figure that out later. For now, decide what you want and let me know. The hard part is going to be keeping it from your parents. You know Arch will lose his shit when he finds out,” I said dryly, managing to push her back so I could smoke without being suffocated.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’m an adult and I’ll do what I want. They literally own a strip club and run a whorehouse. If I want to do porn for money after they cut me off, then that’s what I’ll do,” she answered sharply, and I grinned.
“Always knew I’d date a porn star.”
Her cheeks flushed, surprising me slightly. Nothing made that girl blush. Then I realized it was because she liked me talking about dating her and she didn’t know how to respond.
I’d never be her first anything in the bedroom, but being her first boyfriend was kind of cool.
Especially since she didn’t seem to want me to commit to her.
We sat on the bench, and she started scrolling on her phone, showing me random pieces of equipment and telling me content she could do, and I had to admit she seemed really excited about the whole thing. I wasn’t sure I’d seen her this excited ever.
I found an unopened bottle of champagne and opened it, passing it between us as we browsed online, and her face lit up when a message came through from Mason with a list of what he claimed she needed.
“He’s been doing research for me,” she explained, and I couldn’t help the snort that left me.
“You really should marry the guy. He’s useful, and he’d still let me fuck you, so we both win.”
“He’s too nice,” she said and waved a hand dismissively at me. “I need someone with a dark side that I can’t hurt.”
“You mean a fat bank account.”
“A fat dick helps too,” she winked, laughing as I hauled her onto my lap, almost making her drop her phone and the bottle of champagne.
“Well, how about since we have a list, we go shopping?” I suggested as I kissed her neck, making her squirm. “Then when we get back, we can practice filming some content?”
“Shopping and orgasms? You know the way to my heart,” she giggled, sliding her fingers through my hair to tug my head back so she could kiss my lips.
I blindly reached for the champagne, pulling away from her kiss so I could take a large mouthful before speaking. “You need to get off my lap and shower, or we’ll be skipping the shopping part. I know you have that little black dress with you. Put it on. Those strappy black heels too.”
“Why those?” she asked as she stood, curiosity in her tone.
“Because I want to fuck you in them when we get back. Those heels always look good behind my head,” I smirked, swatting her ass sharply. “Hurry up.”
She ran off to do as she was told, and I drained the rest of the bottle before standing, leaving it on the balcony, and heading back inside to find my wallet.
“Hey, Temp?” I called out as I made my way towards the bathroom. “Can I transfer money to your bank account? If I start buying a bunch of electronics, Mom’s going to question why.”
“She won’t question you sending me money?” she scoffed as I walked in, my eyes running over her as she showered.
“I don’t really care if they question it, but I don’t want to straight up explain you’re starting a porn business and I’m funding it,” I said dryly, leaning against the wall and crossing my arms. In the week we’d spent together, there was a noticeable absence of self-harm.
Her cuts were all healing, and as much as I was relieved by that, a weird part of me wanted to cut her up a little because I missed seeing the droplets of blood running down her skin.
“Hey, perv. Stop looking at me like that unless you’re getting in and fucking me,” she teased, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“Sorry. It’s your fault my girlfriend’s so goddamn hot,” I grinned, loving how she flushed at the compliment. It was like a fun new game to make her blush. “We’ll stop at the bank to do it. I can take the cash out, then we can put it straight into your account without worrying about delays. Might even put in a little extra so you can get your hair done.”
“I could get used to having you as my sugar daddy.”
“Always knew you’d be a gold digging trophy wife,” I shot back with amusement, leaving the room to find my shoes and rummaging in her bags to find the strappy heels I wanted her to wear.
Tempest
Once Ryder had taken me shopping for a camera and laptop, we browsed the lingerie store for a while before he dropped me off at the salon, telling them to do whatever I wanted. No appointment, nothing. They just fit me into their schedule.
He stuck around for about half an hour before telling me he was going to go for a walk, and the second he left, one of the hairdressers sighed dreamily. “You’re so lucky.”
I was. I’d never had so much money in my bank account before, and even after buying everything earlier, there was still plenty for me to play with.
“He loves spoiling me,” I beamed.
“He’ll just cheat on you. Ryder is a notorious playboy,” another woman stated bitterly, and I eyed her with amusement. She’d obviously been burned by him in the past.
“We’re not exclusive. You think I want to fuck the same man for the rest of my life?”
“Wait, so he knows you’re sleeping with other people but he still buys you stuff? Girl, you hit the jackpot,” the first woman laughed as she finished putting the bleach in my hair. “I don’t think he’s ever had an actual girlfriend before.”
“He hasn’t,” I bragged, loving the attention. I felt like royalty. “Not many women would be happy sharing him, but I don’t mind. There’s plenty of him to go around if you know what I mean.”
The women giggled, fussing over me the entire time I was there until Ryder showed back up three hours later.
My hair felt fresh from the treatments they’d done after fixing the roots, and he gave me a grin. “I’ll be wrapping that around my fist later.”
“You like it?” I asked as if it wasn’t what I usually got, admiring the platinum blonde hair in the mirror and running my fingers through it.
“You look gorgeous. Let’s get going before I get us both charged with indecent exposure when I fuck you right here.” The crude comment just made the women giggle, and when I went to pay with my card, Ryder stopped me. “I’ve got it. Save the rest of the money.”
I wasn’t going to argue if he wanted to pamper me.
Once outside, I took his hand that wasn’t carrying my shopping, and silently celebrated when he let me. “Where’d you go?”
“No offense, but just because I like you and fuck you, doesn’t mean I like being around you twenty-four-seven. You’re loud,” he said without sugarcoating it. “You got pampered, and I got peace and quiet for a few hours. I think we both won.”
“If you ever need time to yourself, feel free to pamper me more often,” I laughed, earning a wry smile as he glanced at me.
“Yeah, I didn’t think you’d take much offense to being dumped at the salon.”
“Thank you for paying for my nails and hair. I know it probably seems like dumb shit to you, but it means a lot to me,” I said honestly, his hand squeezing mine gently.
“I know. You’re a self-absorbed bitch but I kind of like that. Besides, you look hot, and I get to enjoy it.”
“Trust me, I enjoy you taking advantage of me.”
My feet were starting to hurt in my heels, so I was grateful when we got back to the hotel. He wouldn’t let me take them off, but at least I could sit down.
Staff had cleaned the room again, which was something else I could get used to.
I sat on the edge of the bed and giggled as Ryder removed his shirt and knelt between my legs with a devious smirk.
“Shuffle forward for me and get that dress off.”
“I thought we were going to practice filming?”
“You want me to film this?” he murmured as I pulled the dress over my head, waiting for me to nod before he pulled out his phone and handed it to me. “Go on then.”
“We’re supposed to try the new camera,” I said dryly, parting my legs more as he kissed my thigh. “But maybe it’s best if we warm up first.”
He chuckled, grabbing my legs and tugging me closer, giving me no choice but to lean back to avoid falling off the damn bed. “I’m going to eat this pussy, then tear it in two with my dick. We can deal with the camera and laptop later.”
“You’re the boss,” I replied, his eyes heating as he started kissing me higher until reaching my thong. He nipped me, making me shriek, but he held me still and toyed with my clit over my panties until finally dragging them down with his teeth.
I was on fire for him, trying to remember to hold the camera up but it was difficult when he was teasing me so much.
He pulled the scrap of material down my legs and tossed it across the room, returning to placing kisses over my mound where his name was scarred on me for the rest of my life.
“Legs over my shoulders,” he murmured as he kissed my clit, a shudder rolling through me as he stared up at me from between my legs as I did as he asked. “Good girl.”
I gasped as he pressed his mouth to my clit and teased me with his tongue lightly, but the sweet touches didn’t last long before he started eating me like a man starved.
My fingers threaded through his hair, and I jerked as the impending orgasm started teasing me, his arm lifting to slide across my stomach. It looked sweet, but in reality, he was getting ready to hold me down and blow my mind.
His grip tightened as I squirmed, his free hand sliding between my legs to push two fingers inside me.
“Ry—” My begging tone didn’t get a response other than to make him move his fingers faster, brushing my G-spot with every stroke until I was coming hard. The more I cried for him to stop, the faster he went, only stopping when he’d decided he’d tortured me enough.
I drank him in as he kicked his pants off while leaving open mouth kisses on my thighs, not taking his eyes off me for even a second.
He kept my legs over his shoulders as he moved to lay over me, forcing my knees back by my head and reaching between us to rub his dick against my sensitive clit, making me jerk as he slapped it against my pussy.
“Now you’ve come, it’s my turn.” He slammed into me without any more warning, pushing as deep as possible while keeping my legs pinned back. It was deep, almost too damn deep to the point of pain. “Such a slut for me.”
I wrapped my arms around him to pull him closer to kiss, loving the taste of myself on his lips. The kiss was rough, and it was obvious he needed more when he let out a grunt of frustration.
When he leaned back, I slapped him.
That turned him on and pissed him off at the same time, and I wasn’t surprised when he slapped me back. It was harder than usual and I groaned, my pussy clenching around him.
“Fuck, do that again.”
I’d never come from being slapped before, but my body was building a release, soaking in the stinging pain.
His hand connected with my cheek again, putting me right on the edge, and I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, the sounds turning slightly raspy as his fingers closed around my throat.
We were both panting by the time he slammed into me one final time and pumped me full of cum, his face falling to the crook of my neck as he laid over me without moving.
I clenched my pussy, making him groan. “Give me a second, and I’ll fuck you again.”
“Next time, we need to put the phone on a stand or something. I don’t even know when I dropped it,” I giggled, blindly reaching around the bed for his phone. I found it, turning off the recording before putting it back on the bed to rake my fingers through his hair. “Next round, I’m on top.”
“Deal.” There was a knock at the door, and he huffed. “Hold that thought. Bra off. I want those tits bouncing in my face when I get back.”
He pulled out of me and grabbed his boxers off the floor to put on before padding out of the bedroom to see who it was, and I took the time to slip into the bathroom to clean the mess between my legs and unclasp my bra like he’d asked. I hated people telling me what to do, but it was hot when he did it.
“What the fuck?!” Ryder shouted, and I quickly finished my business and headed back into the bedroom, almost running into Caden, who spun around so fast he almost fell over.
“Jesus, Tempest. Put some clothes on.”
“It’s not like you knocked on the bedroom door,” I argued, reaching for the robe hanging just inside the bathroom. “What’s going on?”
Something crashed in the other room, and I abandoned my conversation with Caden to see if Ryder was okay, finding him being restrained on the floor by Slash.
My eyes raised to find Rory making her way towards me, her voice flat with disgust. “The bill is paid until ten tomorrow morning. You have until then to find somewhere else to go.”
“What? Where are you taking him?” I demanded, but she just shook her head like I was the crazy one. She was the one who was kidnapping her adult son.
“He’s coming home. Stay the fuck away from him, I mean it. This shit has gone on long enough.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t act stupid with me, Tempest. He’s not funding your bullshit anymore. Get sober, get a fucking job, and stop dragging people down with you.”
“I’m not?—”
“He was clean!” she snapped, stepping into my personal space to glare at me. “Eight fucking months of fighting his demons, just for you to come and fuck it up with yours. You stay the fuck away from my kids until you get some goddamn help.”
“We’ve just been drinking, you psycho!” I threw back, trying to walk around her to get to Ryder. “Get off him!”
Rory’s fingers banded around my bicep and yanked me back, almost making me break my fucking ankle as I wobbled in my heels.
“You can lie to me all you want, but people talk and have a tendency to post videos online.” She pulled her phone out and shoved it in my face, a video playing of us doing shots and snorting coke together. Mason, Channing, and Wolfe were in the video too, so it must have been someone else filming. “Ryder’s responsible for his own actions, but I won’t allow you to be around him anymore.”
“He’s twenty-two!”
“And so are you! So stop acting like a spoiled child and grow up!” she shouted, releasing me and snatching a pair of sweats from Caden as he returned with Ryder’s things.
Ryder was fighting Slash’s grip, but it was useless. Slash was huge and hadn’t been on a damn bender all week, so he was a lot stronger.
They managed to get the sweats onto Ryder before dragging him to his feet, making him snarl. “Alright! Jesus, I’ll go with you!”
Slash released him, and Ryder walked straight up to me, taking my face in his hands. “Stay here tonight. Call Mason and see if he’ll help you.”
“I want to go with you,” I choked out, hugging him as he gave me a kiss.
“I know, baby. We’ll figure it out, just not today.” He stepped back, and I hated watching him walk out with Caden and Slash, leaving Rory to eyeball me.
“Get some self-respect and drag yourself to rehab.”
“Self-respect? What’s the difference between you and me? You’re dating nine men in your forties.”
“I’m not arguing with you. If you loved my son, then you’d want what’s best for him.”
“I’m what’s best for him. I know him better than anyone,” I scoffed, and she just rolled her eyes and started walking towards the door.
“Enjoy whatever money he gave you because it ends now. He’s lost bank account privileges until further notice.” Then she shut the door, leaving me in the silent room alone.
I tried calling Mason, but his phone was off. So were Channing and Wolfe’s, making me sigh.
It was funny how everyone was more than happy to pick up the phone when I was offering pussy, but the second I needed help, it was like crickets.
It wasn’t the guys’ fault, they didn’t know I needed help, but I couldn’t help but be hurt by it.
What the hell did I do if no one answered me by the morning?