The Unexpected Series (Unexpected #1-3) (89 page)

She nods quickly. “Never again. I promise.”

I watch as Wendy walks down the sidewalk but call her back before she is out of earshot. “Wendy! You need to tell AJ.”

She smiles and continues to walk away.

~~

I
speed down the street ready to get home and take a nice long hot bath but my thoughts drift. I don’t know how I’m going to go crawling back on my hands and knees to Ryder. The image has my body tingling.

I must have been too distracted because as I get through the last red light I find flashing ones behind me. I hit the steering wheel, upset that I’m about to get a ticket and pull over into a neighborhood.

When I’ve parked, I lean over and grab my insurance cards out of the glove compartment and wait for the officer to come to my now open window.

It takes a few minutes before he is leaning down asking for my license. I hand it over and wait, tapping my thighs nervously. He hasn’t told me why he pulled me over but I know I couldn’t have been going that much over the speed limit.

“Ma’am,” he calls into the window. “I’m going to need your keys.”

Confused I turn the car off, pull them out of the ignition, doing as he says, and place them into his waiting hand.

He jingles them in his hands before saying. “She’s all yours.”

My body fuels with rage as I hear the next words come from that all too familiar voice. “Thanks, man. I’ll take her from here.”

I jump out of the car, ready to give the officer a piece of my mind for pulling me over just for Ryder’s benefit but I’m met with a chest of steel. His hands come out to steady me.

“Where you going, Spark?” His menacing voice shoots shockwaves through my body as his grip tightens around my arms.

My back hits the car as I pull out of his grasp. “You have some nerve doing what you just did.”

The blue of his eyes darkens to black and in an instant I’m spun around and my hands are trapped behind my back. Cold, hard, steel circles my wrists as he places handcuffs around them.

“Now these aren’t my police issued handcuffs but they do the job. So don’t struggle too much,” he warns and it’s so fucking hot.

The past couple of months have been nothing but loving to hate him and right now I would love to bow down on my knees.

I am most certainly not thinking with my head right now.

~~

I
’m gently placed onto Ryder’s bed, my hands still secured behind me.

“I would have taken you to your house but I like home field advantage,” he tells me as he places his watch down onto his dresser. His slow, methodical walk back towards me sending shivers down my spine. “Now, let’s start.”

Feeling around I try to find a latch that will free me. “Isn’t this kidnapping, Ryder?”

He stands in front of me, his jean covered pelvis just six inches from my face, and he looks down, grabbing my chin up towards him. “I’m tired of you running, Hadley. You’re not leaving until I’ve convinced you that my heart only beats for you and then once I’ve done that I’m going to fuck you until I’ve fully satisfied your body.” His fingers lower to my cleavage. “I can tell, even mad, how turned on I’m making you.”

He’s right. My tight nipples poking through my shirt are giving me away.

“You want to be free, correct?” he asks me, leaning down to kiss the side of my mouth.

I can only shake my head yes because I’m afraid to talk.

He leans down on the carpet, settling himself between my legs, allowing the hem of my skirt to push up and the moisture in my panties to accelerate.

“Stand up,” he commands and without hesitation I comply.

My knees go weak as his mouth is now mere inches from my core. There are just two layers of material preventing them from colliding.

His eyes pierce mine as he stands up slowly and wraps his arms around me to fidget with the cuffs. One of my hands breaks free but he grasps both of my wrists firmly before I have a chance to move them. With a slow menacing growl he says, “Don’t fight me, Had.”

In an instant he brings my hands in front of me and quickly cuffs them once again.

“Put your hands around my neck,” Ryder commands and when I do he lifts me up by my thighs and carries me up the bed until I’m laying flat on my back. He reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a second set of handcuffs and before I realize what he is going to do he clasps them onto the middle of the ones around my hands and secures them to his wrought iron headboard.

I yell out in shock, tugging as hard as I can to free myself but it’s no use.

“Unlock these now, Ryder,” I warn but he just laughs as he slides back down my body, stopping between my legs.

I try to kick but his hands hold my thighs down. “Don’t move, Spark.” He growls. “I already have your arms tied up. Don’t make me secure your legs too.”

If I wasn’t wet already I’m dripping now. I’m debating on if I want to move or not because the thought of him tying the rest of me down has me completely keyed up.

My eyes fall to his and a knowing smirk is plastered on his face. “I’m only going to say this once,” he whispers, his heated breath piercing through the thin material of my skirt and panties. “Wendy means nothing. You mean everything.”

His head dips down and he kisses me just above my pubic bone. “Everything.” He repeats and his hands push my skirt up over my waist.

I’m left feeling exposed and vulnerable. He can do anything he wants but I know if I ask him to stop he would. I just can’t bring myself to do it. I want his mouth on my bare skin.

“Ryder,” I call out.

“I can hear it in your voice, Hadley. You want me but I need to make sure you believe me.” His eyes look to me, pleading. “There is a fine line between lust and love–but an even finer line between love and trust. I need you to trust me. It’s only ever been you.”

His lips place slow, gentle, sensual kisses on my hips and tears prick at the sides of my eyes. Noelle’s words creep back in.
“You can be in love, you can find him sexy as well but until you can believe what they say without question then you know it’s for real.”

When I don’t answer he says, “I’ll make Wendy explain it to you.” He pleads, not knowing she already has, his head falling to my stomach. “Hadley, I know what it looked like but please believe me when I say that I didn’t want any of that. I never have. She has known from the first day that I’ve been in love with you. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you realize how much.”

I take a deep breath–ready to take the plunge. “I believe you,” I clearly say and because I don’t think I can ever live without him again I add. “And I love you too.”

In a flash, his head lifts up and his body comes to rest as it hovers above me. “You believe me?”

I chuckle bringing my knees up and around his hips. “I just said I love you and you ask me that?”

His pelvis grinds in between my legs and I can feel how much he wants me. “I’ve known you loved me for much longer than you have, Hadley. I don’t think you ever stopped but I need you to trust me. If you trust me I know we will work. This can work.”

“I trust you.” I wiggle beneath him. “Now please kiss me,” I request.

He lips draw closer just before claiming mine. I try to reach down but my hands are still handcuffed to the rails. I can feel him smile when he realizes what I’m trying to do.

“I’m not releasing you, Hadley.” He leans back on his haunches. “Not yet.”

His firm hands grip my shirt and he pulls it apart, sending buttons scattering all over the floor. The cold air hits my skin and it prickles making my nipples so hard they could cut glass. Ryder smiles at the damage he’s done and goes in for the clasp on the front of my bra. His eyes linger once my breasts break free. “So perfect,” he comments, taking one in each hand and pinching the tight bud, hard. “I want to fuck these perfect tits, Hadley.”

My breathing hitches and an image of him gliding his dick between my breasts has me writhing. “I’m obviously at your disposal,” I tell him.

He stands up off of me and steps down to the side of the bed, pulling his shirt off and slowly pulling at the belt around his waist. “You’re right. You are, aren’t you? But I’ll save those tits for another day.”

I lick my lips and nod as he pulls his jeans and boxers down, springing his erection free. My legs involuntarily fall open, spreading me out for him. Walking around to the end of the bed he leans down, grabbing the top of my panties and pulls down, ridding me of them. Taking longer than usual, I watch as he just stares between my legs.

“I can see how fucking turned on you are, Hadley. I could probably pound into you right now and would slip right in with how slick you are.”

I moan wanting him to just push into me and fuck me relentlessly. “Do it.” I plead, my wrists pinching against the metal.

He reaches over, grabbing a pillow and places it beneath my ass so that when he is on his knees I’m at the perfect angle to...

“Oh, fuck!” I scream as he shoves himself into me and grabs onto my skirt for purchase. His pace quickens once he has the balance and within seconds I can feel myself bracing for an intense orgasm.

When I look up, Ryder’s eyes are on mine, a drop of sweat falling down his temple and onto his cheek. “Say it again, Hadley.”

For a second I’m confused, but then I realize exactly what he wants. “I love you, Ryder. I love you.” I repeat over and over until I let the pleasure take over my body, and I scream his name out in release.

He leans forward, biting my nipple until he can no longer take it. He pumps into me three more times. “I’m going to pull out.” He pants.

I egg him on, clenching my inner walls, and he loses it, pulling his cock out of me and coming all over my pussy. I can feel how hot his come is as he spreads it through my folds with his dick.

“That is fucking sexy,” he comments while looking where we were just connected.

I pull on my restraints. “Can you take these off now? I think you’ve made your point.

“Hmm,” he says eyeing his mark on me. “I don’t think I have. In fact, I think I may need a few more hours to make sure you never run away from me again.”

I
t’s the big day. I can’t believe it’s finally here. I’ve been waiting over a year since Ryder asked me and my nerves are out of control.

I look at myself in the mirror one more time to make sure that my makeup hasn’t run with all the happy tears I have cried today. I look outside the car and butterflies take off all over again.

I’m excited.

I’m happy.

But most of all I’m nervous.

My door swings open and my sexy boyfriend’s hand reaches out to mine. “Let’s go, Had. We don’t want to keep them waiting,” Ryder says with a megawatt smile on his face.

He takes my shaking hands into his and I’m instantly at ease. All I needed was his touch.

I climb out and look up at the sign.

“Spark of Arts” can be seen in big red letters with a paintbrush and palate on the corner.

I shake my head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m opening my own business today.”

Ryder twirls me around and pushes me against the car. My knees go weak. “I can. I always knew you could do it.”

He kisses me, a deep long kiss, and if it wasn’t for us opening in an hour I would take him back to our place, or take him back inside, and ravish him.

Ryder and I moved in together last spring after he left the Buffalo Grove police department in search of any other one that didn’t involve my ex. He was lucky enough to find room at the Wheeling PD. I packed up all my stuff out of my tiny apartment and brought it to Ryder’s house. It not only has brought us closer together but since we were always sleeping at one or the other’s house every night it just made sense. Plus it helped me save up enough money to buy this place.

He was the one who came up with the idea of opening my own art studio. Once he put the idea in my head I was on a roll with what it could entail and today is the grand opening.

I’m not only going to be living my dream and painting every day but I will be teaching others to do it too. Out of this little space I will finger paint with kids, do wine and paint nights with women and also rent out space to other artists.

To say I’m excited is an understatement. I couldn’t have done it without Ryder.

“I love you so much,” I tell him as I turn the key and unlock the door.

“I love you too,” he says kissing my bare shoulder.

I walk in and my eyes go wide as I take in the huge painting that wasn’t there last night when I did my final walk through. My hands fly to my chest taking in the beauty before me.

In bold, vibrant colors looks to be a teenage boy and a teenage girl kissing on a blanket underneath a dozen booming fireworks. They both resemble us, the boy with dark hair and the girl with long flowing brown hair. They’re wearing the same clothes Ryder and I wore the night we kissed at the family fest. Next to them is a burning fire and a picture of spin art with initials “RB & HB Forever.”

“HB?” I question looking back to him. “My initials are HC.”

My eyes never leave his as he grabs my hand from my chest and lowers himself down on one knee.

Oh my God.