Chapter Seven
Ryder
I had been sitting at the bar for an hour now and I still wasn’t sure what I was doing here. I had the night to myself, and normally, I would have gone to the clubhouse, but that was no longer an option, thanks to my so-called, lying best friend, Blade.
Asshole.
Tipping my glass against the bar top, I tried to get Grace’s attention, needing a refill.
Shaking her head at me, she took my glass and refilled it as she asked, “Mom got the kids tonight?”
“Yup,” I replied, popping the P as she placed my newly filled glass before me.
“So, what are you doing here? I figured you would be at the club.”
Taking a sip of my drink, I answered her, “Not wanted there. So instead, you get the joy of my company tonight.” I smirked, holding up my glass and silently saluting her.
Grace snorted.
“What the hell are you talking about, not wanted?”
“You didn’t hear?” I scoffed. “Blade blocked me from being asked to prospect. He didn’t want me getting too close or finding out who he was.”
“Jesus Christ, who told you that?” Grace groaned, as though she didn’t believe he would act that way.
Yes, I wouldn’t have either, before.
I looked up from my glass and locked my gaze with hers.
“He did,” I said, then drained my glass.
Setting it down closer to her, I motioned with my hand for her to fill it again.
“I’m sorry.” She looked at me with sad eyes.
I didn’t need her pity.
“Beck and Rachel filled us all in after everything came out. I know you guys were close growing up,” she informed, sliding a full glass toward me.
“Not close enough, I guess.”
Draining my glass again, I shoved it toward Grace when she turned around and grabbed a different bottle. Replacing my glass, she poured the dark amber liquid from the new bottle into it.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“This is something you have to sip. I will not keep refilling your whiskey every thirty seconds until you pass out at my bar.”
She returned the bottle to the shelf behind her, then pushed the glass toward me and glared. “Sip, do not gulp. I am not cleaning up after you if spit it out all over my bar.”
I picked up the glass and swirled the liquid around. Sniffing the contents, I eyed Grace with suspicion as she stood there, arms crossed over her chest, her eyebrow cocked, waiting for me to try it.
I tentatively took a sip and swallowed.
“Holy fuck,” I rasped, rubbing my chest as the alcohol burned down my throat.
“Remember, sip. This will last longer but have the same effect as the whiskey you were guzzling.”
“What the fuck is this?” I asked, still feeling the burn as it slowly moved down toward my stomach.
“Hell’s Inferno. It’s made by the Sons of Hell MC, out of Virginia,” Grace said before moving away to serve another customer, leaving me sitting there sipping my drink, feeling sorry for myself.
Not the best combination.
Grace stopped by a little bit later and filled my glass once more, then winked as she moved her way down the bar.
I lifted my glass to her, doing as she suggested and sipping it until my glass was almost empty. Looking around the room, my eyes landed on a beautiful blonde sitting further down the bar.
Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a total loss after all.
Picking up my glass, I drained the remaining liquid and grimaced at the burn before slipping from my stool. I weaved between patrons that were belly up to the bar trying to get a drink until I found an empty stool next to her.
She looked over at me as I sat.
“Hi,” I said, my eyes looking their fill. I didn’t even try to conceal my blatant and obvious examination of her physical form, my eyes lingering on every curve and detail. A shy smile played on her lips, yet it held a welcoming quality that drew me in.
“Hello,” she replied.
She took a sip of her drink.
I had never been jealous of an inanimate object until now, as her lips pursed around the rim. When she pulled the glass away, her tongue slipped out to catch a drop that had escaped, trying to linger on her lip.
I groaned involuntarily.
“Dance with me,” I commanded, pulling some bills from my pocket and laying them on the bar.
Her eyes widened a fraction before they darkened.
I lifted her hand, the softness of her skin surprising me, and kissed her knuckles before gently helping her from her stool. I walked backward, pulling her with me onto the dance floor, never taking my eyes from hers.
Her breath picked up, and her teeth nibbled her bottom lip.
On the dance floor, my arm wrapped around her waist, as I pulled her tight against me. Reaching up with my free hand, I tucked a strand of her golden hair behind her ear, leaned in close and whispered, “Good girl.”
Her breath hitched, and just like bees to a honey pot, I knew I had her.
I couldn’t tell you the song that was playing, but it was slow and sultry as our bodies moved together in a rhythm that spoke of years of togetherness.
My hands moved down to her hips, then traced a path around to her ass. My hands were just big enough to cup her luscious globes.
Just the way I liked it.
As we continued to dance, I pulled her pelvis against mine, wanting her to feel what she was doing to me. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. Her body spoke to mine in a way I had never experienced.
Holding her against me with one hand, the other found its way from her ass to her neck as my fingers slid through her hair, grabbing it at the nape, and I tilted her head back so I could gaze into her eyes.
For a fraction of a second, I held her captive in my arms, waiting for her to tell me no. Expecting her to pull back, maybe even knee me in the junk.
Instead, she just stared back at me, waiting.
When she took a deep breath, I could feel the brush of her breasts against my chest as I felt the fabric of her shirt tighten and her nipples harden.
Leaning forward, I silently asked her what she wanted.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
I didn’t need to be told twice as my mouth descended to hers. Her gasp instantly had my dick twitching in my jeans as my tongue swept between her lips, lightly brushing over her teeth. Within seconds, everything around me faded away as I explored her mouth.
Fuck me, she tasted like sin and sex, with a hint of something dangerously smokey and tantalizingly sweet. I found her timidness in contrast to the sultry allure of her, almost as if she was a mystery I couldn’t wait to solve.
Deepening the kiss, I nipped her lip, and she moaned. My hand slowly moved from her ass to her waist, before slipping under her shirt. Her skin was soft, silky, warm, and I wondered if all of her felt that way. Needing to know, I reached higher, desperately wanting to unclasp her bra, when I suddenly remembered where we were.
Pulling back, I heard her whimper as my eyes roamed over her face.
“I want you.”
“Yes,” she murmured.
Stepping back, I grabbed her hand and led her outside. I wanted to take her home, but my apartment was too far away.
I needed to be inside her, now.
Leading her outside, behind the bar, I pressed her against the wall as my mouth devoured her again. Overwhelmed with lust, my hands reached under her shirt and covered her breasts. They were small, like the rest of her, but more than enough for me.
I needed to touch her everywhere, to taste her, to lick her, to devour her until I was drunk on her. Everything about her was addictive, like a smooth whiskey or a sweet cocktail. She made my mouth water and my teeth ache.
Lifting her top, I gathered the material in one hand and pulled the cup of her bra down with the other. Licking my lips, I lowered my head and trapped her nipple between my lips, sucking hard as her hand went to the back of my head, holding me at her breast.
Alternating between her left and right nipple, I nipped and bit, soothing the pain with a lick immediately after as my fingers twisted the nipple that wasn’t occupied with my teeth.
Dropping my hands to her waist, my mouth found hers again. Dying of thirst, I needed to taste her, and I didn’t think as my fingers moved to the button on her jeans. When she didn’t move to stop me, I crouched before her, shoving her jeans and panties down around her ankles. With my eyes focused on the sweet space between her thighs, I leaned forward and buried my nose in her moist pussy.
Taking a deep breath, the scent of strawberries filled my nose as I licked my lips. I planned to lose myself between her folds. My tongue reached out to taste her, and I groaned.
Holy fuck, she tasted like a decadent slice of heaven.
Licking between her folds, my tongue circled her clit and then sucked it between my lips.
She cried out, her hands digging into my scalp. Her fingers gripped my hair tightly, tugging at the strands as she pushed my head closer.
I slipped a finger into her hot heat and her legs shook.
Inserting another finger to her moist cunt, I scissored them in and out a few times, twisting my wrist and finding that sweet spot I knew would set her off.
I abandoned her clit and looked up, not wanting to miss the sight of her coming undone.
Her expression when the orgasm hit was something I would never forget as she threw her head back and sank against the wall of the bar, crying out as her body shook with euphoric decadence.
Quickly standing, I flipped her around and pressed her face against the brick.
Undoing my jeans, I shoved them below my ass.
“I’m going to fuck you unless you tell me no,” I growled, as I rubbed my dick against the crack of her ass.
I was losing control. If she uttered the word, I might die.
“You want my cock, baby?”
She whimpered and pushed back against me.
“I need the words, baby. Tell me you want my cock. Say you want me to sink my dick into this pussy,” I moaned, reaching around her and cupping her mound.
“I want you to beg, baby.”
“Please,” she cried.
I pushed against her, my lips latching on to her neck. The sound of her moan was like the match that lit the fuse inside me, sending fire coursing through my veins. My tongue licked around the shell of her ear, and I whispered, “Please what, baby?”
“Please fuck me,” she begged.
That was all I needed as I bent her forward, aimed my dick at her entrance, and entered her in one full stroke.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my face buried in her neck. “Shit, you’re tight.”
“I think you’re just big.” She giggled.
She fucking giggled.
I pulled out and slammed back in.
“Oh God,” she cried out. “Harder.”
I didn’t need to be told twice and pulled her back from the wall. Bending her at the waist, she placed her hands on the wall, as I put one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder and fucked her.
Hard.
Fast.
Lost within her, I growled and moaned, delivering each thrust harder than the previous. I didn’t want this to end. Her fucking pussy was so goddammed tight, I couldn’t remember ever feeling this undone. Grinding my cock deeper into her cunt, I felt the walls of her pussy flutter around my cock.
She was coming again, and this time, I knew she would take me with her.
“Come on, baby. Come all over my cock.” I grunted as I gripped her hips tightly, furiously pumping my cock into her.
“Oh God, I’m… I’m coming again,” she shrieked.
I pumped faster into her, feeling her tight walls clamp down on me as I thrust as far as I could into her, my balls trapped between us, and roared out my release as I emptied my dick into her pussy.
Leaning over her, I gasped for air as I rested my forehead against her back. Both of us were panting, trying to regain control.
Eventually, I straightened up and pulled out of her, reaching down to remove my condom.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asked, looking over her shoulder.
Fuck.
I forgot the condom.
I pulled my pants up and tucked my dick back where it belonged.
I had to get out of here.
Not thinking, I swatted her ass and said, “Thanks, babe.”
Then, I took off jogging down the road and didn’t look back.
I had walked to the bar, expecting to get drunk off my ass. The perk of living in a small town, almost everything in town was within walking distance.
It was times like this that living above the bookstore had its advantages. Tomorrow was Sunday, and the store would be closed. I could hide away until mom brought my girls home.
Shit.
I wasn’t proud of myself, leaving her there that way. Her jeans around her ankles, her ass exposed.
I am such an asshole.
I hadn’t been with anyone since Tammi. I had two girls to raise. I didn’t have one-night stands, let alone sex outside of a bar.
FUCK.
I didn’t know who she was. I never got her name and never gave her mine. She looked familiar, but I was sure she didn’t live here.
I just prayed she didn’t know who I was.
I woke with a groan, my head pounding something fierce as I reluctantly opened one eye.
Where am I?
Opening the second eye, I could see my dresser.
Ok, I’m at home.
Looking down at my naked body, I sat up quickly.
What. The. Fuck?
I didn’t sleep naked. Not when the girls might climb into bed.
Wait, the girls were at Mom’s. She took them yesterday morning and kept them overnight.
I ran my hand through my hair. It was damp. Did I take a shower and pass out?
How much did I drink?
I remembered going to the bar.
I remembered talking to Grace about why I wasn’t at the clubhouse.
I only had a few whiskeys before Grace took my glass.
Shit.
Why couldn’t I remember coming home? I knew I’d walked, because I walked there.
Unless.
Looking around the room, I panicked.
Did I bring someone home?
I didn’t see any sign of another person being here. Though, she could have left while I was sleeping.
Climbing out of bed, I grabbed some sweats and threw them on. Walking through the apartment, I looked for a note. A lost item of clothing. Anything that would tell me what happened last night.
I stood in the middle of the open living room/kitchen and nothing looked out of place.
Maybe I was worried about nothing.
There was no reason to think I did something stupid.
Other than the fact that I couldn’t remember shit.