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Authors: Maegan Lynn Moores

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“Babe, I was a punk teenage boy with ragin’ hormones once, ya know.”

“I realize that Ryder, but what does that have to do with me teaching?”

“Well, bein’ as hot as you are with how sexy you dress, I’m thinkin’ the boys are gonna be sportin’ wood all day. Not gonna be too much learnin’ goin’ on,” he says. “Plus, ya know when they ask for a hall pass, they’re goin’ to the bathroom to jack themselves off.”

OMG! I can’t believe he just said that! Now I’m going to think of that whenever a male student asks for a hall pass. And did he just say I dress sexy? I blush in response.

He walks slowly towards me, touching my face with one hand and murmurs, “I love this. I can’t wait to see if your whole body flushes this color when you’re turned on.”

He removes his hand from my cheek to grab my fingers. I feel him place something in my hand. I look down at my car keys.

“Let’s get you to work, babe.”

“I can get to work fine by myself, you know.”

“I’m just gonna follow you to make sure you get there safely.”

Awwww! That’s really sweet. Who is this guy and what has he done with Ryder.

I head to my car and Ryder heads for his awesome ass Harley. I’m so jealous of him right now. When I hear him start that bad boy up, it brings me back to riding on the back of his bike with him last night and how much I enjoyed it. I smile wide. When I look in my rearview mirror, Ryder is signaling with his hands to get a move on. So I get a move on.

When we arrive in the parking lot of the high school, I shut off my car just as Ryder is pulling into the parking lot next to me. I get out of my car and he dismounts the Harley and pulls me to his chest.

“How long have you been teachin’?” he asks.

“Yesterday was my first day.”

“Do you know how many fantasies I’m gonna have about my sexy, naughty school teacher today?”

“No.”

“Way too many to even count.”

OMG!

“Now that you’ve made it here in one piece, I’m gonna head to the bar and do some prep work before opening.”

“Okay, have a good day at work Ryder”

“You too, gorgeous…Oh, and Ella?”

“Yeah?”

“Come to the bar when you get off of work, but don’t bring that dickhead you were with yesterday.”

“What if he asks me to go for a drink again?”

“Tell him you’re with me now and to back the fuck off.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why the fuck not?” he growls.

And there goes sweet Ryder.

“Well, I’m not with you. We aren’t together, together. You’re just protecting me from those crazy ass dudes that were in your bar last night.”

“You are with me. And we are together, together. We might not have fucked last night, but we’re gonna. Now, what are you gonna say if Brenty Boy asks you for a drink later?”

“How did you know his name?” I ask.

“I paid attention last night, babe. Heard everything you guys talked about, so I heard you call him by his name,” he replies. “Now, what are you gonna say?”

“T-T-To back the fuck off and that I’m with you.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

With that he smiles, slams his mouth against mine for a goodbye kiss and then marches off towards his motorcycle. God, he has an ass to die for. I could look at that all day long. On that thought, he hops on his Harley, starts the engine and peels out of the parking lot.

When I turn around, there’s Brent staring at me like there is a three-headed monster eating my face. He’s wearing a white, short sleeve t-shirt with navy track pants and running sneakers. His arms are folded across his chest and he looks majorly pissed off.

“What was that Ella?” he asks, storming over.

“That was Ryder,” I reply.

“Is he the bartender from last night?”

“Yeah it is, but he’s also the owner and happens to have a very hot body.” Oh shit did I just say that?

“Um…ok, I thought we had something going?”

“Sorry Brent, I didn’t realize that was what you were thinking when you asked me for a drink. I just thought it was as friends.”

“No Ella, why do you think I asked you to my place? I mean really? That guy? He’s trouble.” You could see the anger in his eyes. I mean what is going on? Why is he being like this?

“I’m sorry Brent! But I’m not into you like that. I just thought you wanted to hang out and have a drink. I’m new to town and could use some friends.”

“At least I don’t
just
want to get into your pants like that Reker guy did,” he bellows.

“Um,
excuse
me? For one thing his name is Ryder, and for another, he never got into my pants. And FYI, I would never let you in mine. What is wrong with you?”

I start to storm past him, but something catches me by the upper arm. Really, again?! I spin around and yank my arm away while hissing “Don’t you ever put your hands on me again!”

All of a sudden, Brent’s face goes pale and you can see fear in his eyes. I never thought G.I. Jane was that scary. Nice, I like it. See, no one fucks with me! That makes the situation all that much better.

“Hey Candy, get your ass into the school,” someone from behind me demands.

“What?”

I turn around and there is the scariest man I have ever seen in my life. He is at least 6’3” and about three hundred pounds. You can barely see his face, as it is covered with that much facial hair (Holy Sasquatch) and his hair is pulled back into a pony tail at the back of his head. He’s wearing a plain white t-shirt snug to his muscles and over that, a faded black leather vest along with a pair of dark jeans that were made for him. I mean WOW!

“I said get into the school. I won’t tell you again!”

“Who are you?” I ask. I mean if someone is going to be telling G.I. Jane what to do, she wants to know who he is. He doesn’t answer.

“It’s ok. He’s just going to leave,” I say.

“No, me and him are gonna have words. You do not treat a woman like that,” he growls.

“What the fuck did you say?” Brent asks, sounding amused.

“Trust me fuckhead, you don’t wanna find out what’ll happen if you don’t listen to me.” Wow, he is scary.

“Yeah well, Ella and I are going to have a few words that are none of your business, so you can go on your way,” Brent replies.

Is he stupid? I mean, Ryder is scary, but this guy is ten times scarier.

“No, sorry Brent, we are done and don’t come near me again,” I tell him.

“You go near her again and you will be asking for trouble,” Sasquatch says.

“It’s ok, I’m going in now.”

“Ok, Candy; I will be here.”

“It’s Ella, not Candy.”

“Ok, Candy,” he chuckles.

I’m guessing that will be my nickname, from now on.

“I will be here if you need me. I have to go call Ryder and give him the lowdown of what just happened.” Oh he is one of Ryder’s guys.

“You really don’t have to babysit me. I will be fine. He doesn’t need to know about this”

“Probably not, cause I am sure this douche will leave you alone now,” Sasquatch agrees as he walks across the parking lot to a black SUV.

This was going to be a long day.

Thankfully, as Brent is the Phys. Ed. Teacher, his classroom is the gymnasium. This means it is located at the complete opposite side of the school to where my classroom is located. Chances of running into him are slim to none.

I am sitting at my desk in my classroom trying to come to grips with what had just occurred.
Maybe, I’ll go out for lunch today
, I think to myself. That way I can avoid going into the teacher’s lounge and any potential run-ins with Brent.

I wasn’t worried about coming to terms about the fact that G.I. Jane had just been manhandled by someone who seemed to be the world’s nicest guy. Oh no, I was more concerned over the little tidbit Ryder had failed to mention to me. Or, I guess the tidbit wasn’t quite so little, as it is a huge motherfucking Sasquatch.

Ryder was having me watched. I have to decide if this feeling in the pit of my stomach was due to me being freaked the fuck out or more about the feelings I’m starting to have towards my sexy, rugged biker. Apparently he was mine, whether I liked it or not!

It is now three o’clock in the afternoon and my last class just let out. God what a day! I really like my students. They are mostly all well behaved, but you will always have one or two smartasses, but they’re harmless. And thank God, only one male student asked for a hall pass! I’m also glad that I never ran into Brent all day, I mean that would be totally uncomfortable.

I am heading out to the parking lot when I see Ryder’s bike roar up. What is he doing here? Plus, I thought he wanted me to go there after work. He parks his bike and is making his way over towards me. I can see the strained look on his face. He does not look happy.

“Babe, why didn’t you call me?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“About that fuckin’ asshole.”

“Well, I didn’t want to bother you. It was nothing.”

“When another man puts his fuckin’ hands on you, it is always somethin’. From what Gunner says, he was pretty rough. Still wanna know why you didn’t call me?”

“Well, I don’t know your number and I didn’t exactly have a telephone book on hand,” I answer, sounding snarky. I don’t know why, but his lips turn into a slight smile as I say this. “Besides, it was nothing I couldn’t handle,” I add.

“No babe, you should never have to put up with that shit. Did you make a report at the office?”

“No, I don’t think he will be talking to me again.” Thank God “So his name is Gunner? I call him Sasquatch!” Ryder throws his head back and has the most amazing laugh I have ever heard.

“Only you can take me out of a pissed off vibe and make me laugh.” Oh my God. I love sweet Ryder.

“Well, I am glad I amuse you, but I really think that name would fit him better.”

“Why don’t I take you out to dinner?”

“OK.”

“We can come back for your car after.”

He takes me by the hand and leads me to his bike where he passes me my helmet. I put it on and climbed on the back of the bike with my legs and groin hugging Ryder’s ass, and my hands held tight around his abs. Wow they feel a-fucking-mazing.

 

 

Chapter 6

A Longer Night

Ryder and I have finished dinner and he dropped me off to get my car. We are now heading back to his house for the evening. He pulls into the driveway behind me and shuts his Harley off. As I am getting out of my car, Ryder walks over to me, putting one arm around my back and one arm under my knees and picks me up. This makes me giggle.

“Fuck, you’re adorable,” he says, smiling down at me.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“When you giggle, your nose scrunches up and you look and sound fuckin’ adorable.” I can’t believe it. Big bad, biker dude Ryder thinks that I’m adorable.

He carries me into the house and sets me down on my feet and gives me a kiss on the forehead. “Go get ready for bed, babe. You gotta early rise again tomorrow,” he says, walking towards the television in the living room.

“What are you going to do?” I ask.

“Watch some TV,” he says, lying down on the sofa.

As he is turning the television on with the remote control, I say, “Good night, Ryder. I know I’ve said it before, but thanks again for everything.”

He mumbles, “No problem, babe. Now go get your pretty, little ass ready for bed.”

I notice that Ryder doesn’t say good night in return. I won’t lie and say that this doesn’t bother me because it
totally
does. I turn and walk towards his bedroom to get ready for bed.

I once again do my nightly rituals and decide to wear my pink, lacy boy shorts and tank top to bed. I was a little warm last night wearing pajama pants. I climb in the huge, comfy king-size bed.

I’m not really sleepy, so I decide to take out my eReader and read for a while. I’m really immersed in my book, when the bedroom door opens. Ryder walks in the bedroom and grabs something from his dresser drawer, then walks to the bathroom and shuts the door.

A couple of minutes later he emerges, wearing a pair of boxer shorts that ride indecently low on his hips. I think I actually have to pick my jaw up off of the floor. He starts walking in the direction of the bed. Oh my God, what is he doing? He reaches for the comforter.

“W-What are you doing?” I stammer.

“Goin’ to bed,” he responds.

“No, you’re not.”

“Ella, babe. The sofa sucks ass. There’s no way I’m fuckin’ sleepin’ there again.”

“What about your spare room?”

“The spare room isn’t actually a bedroom. I turned it into a gym instead.”

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