Chapter Sixteen
Ryker
“How many holes are we doing?” I ask my father. He sighs and continues walking into the country club. I know these trips to the country club are all for show. He wants everyone to think our family is picture-perfect, but we are far from it. I try my best to be the perfect son since I’m the only one now.
“However many we need. Let’s go meet everyone,” he says sternly with a fake smile plastered on his face. I follow him, but all I’m thinking about is how I’m going to make up for losing Max the other day. My anger has been building up inside me and I need to release it. I’ve been itching to kill since going on the sole mission with Matteo. Max will be my first, but I can’t wait to jump right in.
There will be no dipping my toes in the water. I know Matteo will want a little piece of Max and between the both of us, he will wish for his death. Torture isn’t my style but after spending the day here, I’m coming around. This is torture on its own. I can’t talk to anyone about how I feel since they just see a spoiled rich kid complaining about daddy.
Now that I think about it, the only one I want to talk to about this is Dr. Thornton. She seems like the only person who will listen to me and give it to me straight. I need that right now. I know my anger isn’t anything to be afraid of, but I do fear that with my father's blood running through my veins, one day I’ll snap and do something I can’t take back .
“Danny,” my father calls out to one of his colleagues.
He turns and waves us over to him. He is with two other
regulars at the country club. I don’t know what Benjamin or Samuel do for work, but my father has been friends with Daniel since they were kids.
“Ryker, it’s nice to see you,” Samuel says.
“You too, Mr. Featherstone.” I set my clubs down and
get ready to spend this hot miserable day outside on the course. My father goes into conversation about the upcoming election and I completely block them out. Even though I’m here for show, I do enjoy golf. It can be frustrating at first, but once you get the hang of it, it's quite a stress reliever.
I line up my club and swing as hard as I can to send the ball out. I still feel that bent-up energy inside me and know that golf isn’t the kind of stress reliver I need. I’m going to have to get laid before this kill.
“Great form,” Ben says. Mr. Westmoore seems like a
nice guy. I’ve seen his wife here a few times. They're all quiet, but most of the wives are if their husbands are part of the club. Sometimes I think they’re all like my father, but I don’t think someone could fake it as good as him.
Minutes turn into hours and I’m itching to leave. I don’t want Damon to let Matteo claim Max all for himself. I don’t think my father will let me leave early so I guess I’ll need to get a fix somewhere else. I tap my father on the shoulder to let him know I’ll be right back.
I enter the counter club from the back entrance. I’ve snuck around here more times than I could count. I walk through the restaurant section of the club and the waitresses notice me instantly. They’re always interested in the members. I don’t blame them, it’s an easy ticket to go from worker to member. Especially if you're a mistress and threaten to tell their dirty little secret. I look back to the course at my father and his friends. I wonder if my father has ever cheated on my mother with a worker here.
“Ryker,” Monica whispers from the linen closet. I’ve known Monica since I was just a boy. We used to think that we would get married when we got older, but she was unacceptable to my father. I am set to be with someone with a name. We have an image to uphold. I follow her into the closet.
“How did you know?” I whisper. She smiles and if I were any other man I would do exactly what we had planned. Except I’m not the kind of man she deserves. I couldn’t bring her into the world I have gone into. I’m not the same boy I was.
“Shut up and unzip your pants,” she demands. I grab her face and her lips smush into a pucker. I kiss her lips and she whimpers.
“First off don’t tell me what to do. You’re here to do what I say,” I lift her skirt and run my hand over her cotton panties. I can feel her arousal through the fabric. “You’re
already wet for me,” I coo. I spin her around and she places her hands on the wall in front of her.
“Spread your legs,” I kick the inside of her ankles to widen her. She obeys and waits for my cock.
“What’s gotten into you?” she asks. I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back. She moans and her ass backs up into my erection. I use my other hand to unzip my pants and take my cock out.
“Just be a good girl and let me fuck this pussy.” My cock is glistening in pre cum and I rub it on her ass. I slap her ass cheek and she yelps. I spread her cheeks and spit. It lands between her cheeks and slides down. I rub it around her asshole and push two fingers inside her pussy. Her arousal coats my fingers.
“Ryker,” she says breathlessly. It makes me want to
plunge inside of her instantly. I line myself up at her entrance and stand there with just the tip in.
“If you want it then back that ass up onto my cock,” I demand. She turns her head to the side and narrows her eyes. I smirk to try to cover up my feelings. I’m never rough with Monica, but I need this today. She listens and slowly sinks back on my cock. I suck in a breath and groan when she has me completely inside her.
I grab her hips and hold her there for a moment. The warmth of her wraps around me and I close my eyes. I need this. I need someone to see me and want me. Then Max runs through my head and my murderous thoughts come back. I pull back to my tip and thrust forward. Her ass bounces with the impact of my body. I feel myself taking up every little space she has. I pull her back with each thrust. I let myself go and it’s the best feeling in the world.
I don’t have to worry about anything except for my pleasure. Monica takes everything I give her. She is panting when I pull out of her. I flip her over to face me and rip her panties off. I lift her and push her back to the wall. She wraps her legs around my waist and I push myself into her. Her face contorts and it almost makes me cum. Besides the feeling, I think the faces and sounds a woman makes while I’m fucking them is pure bliss .
“Ryker,” she moans. “I’m going to,” she doesn’t get to finish her sentence. I feel her walls tighten around me and I lose sight of everything around us. I lift her and she slides down to her knees. I grab her hair and push my cock inside her mouth. She takes me to the back of her throat until she gags and lets me cum. She swallows every drop.
“Fuck,” I groan. Monica straightens her skirt and runs her fingers through her hair. “Thank you,” I add.
She smiles. “You know you can cum inside me, I’m on birth control. I have been since I was a teenager,” she explains.
I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear and kiss her lips. “As much as I would like that, I don’t want to deal with the consequences of being that risky.” I fix my pants and reach for the doorknob.
“Would having kids be that bad?” she asks. I’m about to answer when my father and his friends stand at the doorway of the restaurant. Monica walks out of the closet and bumps into me while she finishes fixing her hair. My father makes eye contact with me and then Monica. She stiffens next to me and I don’t know if it's because she is nervous about my father seeing or the fact that he could get her fired.
“Yes,” I whisper to answer her question. Having kids would be that bad. I never want kids. I don’t want to look back and realize that I was my father. The man himself walks over here while his friends stay near the door.
“What the fuck are you guys thinking?” he says to both of us. Monica looks down at the floor and it makes me want to punch him. “I suggest you get back to work,” he says sternly to Monica. She nods and scurries off to the kitchen. I feel like an ass for getting her into trouble, but she knew the risk of fucking me here.
“Jesus calm down Dad,” I say. My dad looks back at me when Monica is back in the kitchen. I wait for the tongue lashing but it doesn’t come. He eyes me up and down and shakes his head.
“If you're going to fuck waitresses, don’t do it at my country club.” He talks about Monica like she is nobody and it rubs me the wrong way. If I was my mother I would have smothered him in his sleep already. His country club? Just because you donate a shit ton of money, doesn’t make it his.
“Don’t come at me for getting pussy just because you aren’t,” I go to walk away, but my father grabs my arm. He makes it look gentle, but he tightens his fingers around me.
“You have no idea how this could look to someone else. You will not embarrass me, Ryker,” he smiles at his friends and then looks back at me. “Think before you do something stupid next time,” he adds before we walk back to his friends. I sit silently through lunch with them. If Riley was here he would have high-fived me for getting pussy in a closet. He was the only one who truly knew me and now he's gone and I’m alone.
Sawyer was the first guy in years to notice me and want to bring me under his wing. Now that I have the group, I feel reckless. Maybe I had this within me the entire time, but it took losing Riley and meeting the boys to bring this part of me out. I may like this part of myself more than I thought. Max Penfield, count your days because they're numbered.