Why does it seem like every time he’s going to say something, I’m tossed in the middle of the bed?
This time though is different, he doesn’t join me.
“What the fuck, Brielle?” he roars as he stands next to the bed.
“What?” I shoot back at him.
“Explain to me why I come into the room to not only not find you in here, which is fine, cause I figured you’d be with the boys. But I come in here to find all your fuckin’ shit missing and it’s all in the boys’ room.”
Oh boy.
Ryder isn’t just ticked.
He’s far beyond pissed the hell off.
Yep.
Proceed with caution signs seem to want to flash before my eyes right now.
“Umm,” I mutter.
“Best start talking baby before I lose my shit even more,” Ryder demands, this time looming over me.
That’s it. Something about him glaring at me when I’ve done nothing wrong triggers something inside me and I shoot up to stand on the bed so I have no choice but to look down at him.
“Why should I explain anything to you, you big jerk? For weeks you were happy and had no problem touching me let alone have sex with me. Then all of a sudden, it’s as if poof I’m done. I don’t think so mister. I’m not playing this game. Done it before and got burned. I’m not about to do it again. So, my ass is staying in another room away from you. Then when I get one of them out there to take me to my house or to bring my car here, Marcus, Micah and I are out of here.” I should have probably stopped right there when I saw his eyes shift and the air in the room became stifling, but I didn’t.
“I’m not going to allow my boys to get attached to men they admire, especially, one giant ape when that said jerk doesn’t want to be around us. Sure, you spend time with the boys, lately, but nothing like you were. As for me, shh, yeah doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know when I’m not wanted anymore. Hell, even those skanky women you all call strays even noticed this past week and were talking about which one was going to jump your dick first.”
Okay so I should have definitely stopped talking, but I don’t I continue my rant.
“And you know what if that’s the type of woman you want then fucking go for it. I’m done. I’ll be with my boys and stay out of the way. Soon as I can, I’ll be gone. In fact, I think I’ll call my brother ask him if Marcus, Micah and I can come stay with him for a whi . . .” I don’t get to finish my rant due to Ryder tackling me to the bed and straddling me.
“Don’t even try that shit with me baby. You got a problem with me then you fuckin’ say it to me. You don’t fuckin’ pack you’re shit and leave our room. You want my dick not stopping you from taken it when I’m in this bed with you. Got shit I’m dealing with and got busy. Doesn’t mean I don’t want you or that I’m trying to ignore you,” Ryder growls, gripping the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up over my head.
He continues talking as his hands move to my jeans, popping the button loose and sliding the zipper down. “Told you already, you’re mine and I’m not givin’ up on you. Meaning I’m not about to let you walk out and leave me, this club and go to your fuckin’ brothers. That shit ain’t gonna fly. You’re a part of this family and that’s the way it’s going to stay. Now since it seems you think I’m neglecting you then it’s time I fuck you. After we’ll talk some more and I’ll explain something else to you.”
By the time he finishes, Ryder has my jeans off and his open. Pulling his shaft out he wraps his fingers around himself and gives himself a couple strokes. “Gonna fuck you hard, mon bijou. You better brace,” he grunts, cutting through my thoughts as I watched him rubbing his hands across himself.
God the thought of watching him take care of himself would be freaking hot to experience.
Feeling Ryder line his dick with my entrance, I brace like he said. With one thrust he fills me to the hilt, but he doesn’t stop. No instead, he flips us so that I’m on top, his hands gripping tightly at my waist. Guiding my movements as he pumps up into my core taking me hard.
The orgasm that filters throughout my body has me not only screaming his name but has me shaking violently as it takes me over. Ryder follows me over with a roar of my own name as he stills within me. His hands still holding tight as I collapse on top of him, panting to catch my breath.
“Fuck baby. That was brilliant. But two things gonna point out now,” Ryder mutters huskily. “One, told you from now on, I’m not Ryder to you. Second, when you’re riled you curse and it’s fuckin’ hotter than hell hearing the words spill from your lips. Almost as hot as when I have you tellin’ me to fuck you.”
Umm.
I hadn’t even realized I’d said any curse words. Then again, he flipped something inside me and I didn’t have any control over what came out of my mouth.
“Love you, Brielle. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad, but I need to keep my head in the game for what’s coming our way.”
“What’s that?” I blurt out the question.
“Club business, baby. But just so you know nothing will ever come at you or the boys ever again. You three are safe, and after tomorrow night we can move home.” he grumbles.
Umm, okay.
“Can you explain please how Marcus, Micah and I are safe? And what do you mean home? We
