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“She’s mine! No one fucks with what’s mine!”

“Asshole’s good as fuckin’ dead!”

“Find me that prick now!”

On the last yell, his fist crashes through the passenger side window, sending glass everywhere. Running over to him, I grab the sides of his hand and see blood running down his arm and dripping to the ground.

“Baby, why did you do that?” I ask with my mouth against his.

His mouth opens to answer me, when I hear the rumble of motorcycles coming in our direction. As the remaining members of Mayhem pull into Ryder’s driveway, he pulls away from my grasp and heads in their direction. He leans into one of the men that I haven’t met yet and says something, but I’m not able to hear what he says. The guy nods his head in response.

I try to make my way over to him, but Pepper grabs my arm and stops me.

“Let him go. He needs to do this.”

I turn my head back towards Ryder, as he rips a strip of material off the bottom hem of his black t-shirt. He wraps it around his bleeding hand and then starts his motorcycle. He throws a quick glance my way and then pulls out of the driveway along with the rest of Mayhem, leaving me with Pepper and his old lady.

Ryder finally comes back home sometime after midnight. I can hear him talking to Pepper and Abbi, then the front door opening and slamming shut. A motorcycle engine revs and then it drives away. I lie wide awake in the bed listening to Ryder walk through the house. The bedroom door quietly opens and I feel him standing next to the bed.

“Babe, you awake?” he whispers.

“Yup, couldn’t sleep. I’ve been so worried about you.”

He climbs on to the bed and pulls me over to him, but he doesn’t speak. The silence is driving me crazy.

“Did you find Brent?” I ask.

I feel his body shake then he says, “No. The guy’s like a fuckin’ ghost. We checked out his place, but it looks like no one’s been livin’ there for a while.”

“Until we can find the stupid fuckin’ piece of shit, you will not go anywhere by yourself. If I can’t be with you, I’ll make sure someone else is at all times. Before you go anywhere, you make sure you have a visual of one of my guys before leavin’. If you don’t see them, don’t go fuckin’ anywhere. You feel me?”

“I feel you,” I answer without hesitation.

“Also, want you movin’ in with me. Want you in my bed permanently.”

“Ryder, we’ve only known each other for a short time.”

“Don’t give a fuck. We belong together. You’re mine and I want you here with me at all fuckin’ times. Now, do you have a problem with that, babe?”

“No, I don’t have a problem with that.” I’m actually super excited at the thought of moving in with Ryder. After all he is
the one
.

“I’ll get a couple of the prospects to move your shit over here, so you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

“Okay,” I say. “Did you find out who was supposed to be tailing me last night?”

“Yeah, it was supposed to be fuckin’ Axel, but he literally got tied up by some blonde he hooked up with last night. I kicked his sorry fuckin’ ass.” His arms squeeze my waist and I look down at his hands, noticing the one he wrapped up with a strip of his shirt, blood seeping through the fabric.

“How’s your hand?” I ask.

“Good, baby. Don’t worry about me,” he murmurs against my cheek. “Go to sleep. Try to forget about the last two days.”

“I love you Ryder.”

“Love you too, baby. Now sleep,” he orders.

With Ryder near me and being wrapped up in his loving arms, I feel so safe and all thoughts of Brent are put on the back burner. I soon find myself drifting off to sleep.

Chapter 16

Teacher’s Pet

It’s been three days since Brent attacked me in the alley. True to Ryder’s word, I have not been left alone. If Ryder isn’t with me, he has one of the members of Mayhem around.

I signed a six-month lease on my apartment when I moved to Del Mar, so the landlord would not let me out of the lease under any circumstances. Ryder settled it for me even though I protested against it. I’m quickly realizing it’s pointless to argue with Ryder. When he’s got his heart set on something, there’s no stopping him.

He had the prospects move all of “my shit”, as he likes to call it, yesterday. So I guess it is official; Ryder and I are now living together.

So now here I am, staying after school with a couple of students that have detention. I hear the familiar rumble of a motorcycle pulling up outside the school. I walk to the window and see Ryder in the parking lot. That’s weird. He told me this morning that either Gunner or Axel would be here for me. Before I can even register that Ryder is making an unexpected visit, one of my students speaks up.

“God, Ms. Scott, your boyfriend is fine,” Sarah, one of the girls in my last period class, remarks.

“You’re in town all of five minutes and you manage to bag a man who is not only the most drool-worthy guy, but also the leader of the hottest biker gang on the West Coast. Do you piss diamonds?” Latisha, another student, comments.

“I think that’s a bit of an exaggeration,” I say. Ryder told me himself that they were small time.

“Whatevs, Ms. Scott. He’s still in a biker gang and he is F-I-N-E,” she replies, looking over at Sarah nodding in agreement.

“Now girls, you’re surely didn’t get detention just to check out my man, did you?” I question, with slight amusement in my voice. They giggle at my response. If Ryder was any other man, I’d be worried about the other women who show interest in him. Fortunately, he’s all mine.

After about fifteen minutes, detention is finished for the day and the girls leave. I’m doing a quick prep for the class tomorrow and am on my tiptoes clearing the whiteboard for the new lesson when I feel his breath along the back of my neck.

“I can’t tell you how much it fuckin’ turns me on right now, seein’ you with your back arched and ass stuck out as you’re stretching across the board like that,” Ryder growls.

“You’ve never visited me at work before, what brings you by today? Only another hour or so and I would have stopped by the bar to see you pulling your hot bartender routine. If I didn’t know you so well I’d have figured it was all a ruse to get more tips,” I tease.

Ryder’s pressing his muscled chest into my back, pushing me flush against the whiteboard. Slowly he rocks his hips into my lower back.

“Mmmm.”

Apparently that’s the only response I’m going to get out of him at the moment. He begins trailing his hands from my shoulders down my sides to the front of my abdomen. My body shivers, following the trail he just traced and trying to anticipate where he’s going to skim over my body next.

“Does your door lock?” Ryder whispers.

“We can’t do this here, Ryder,” I plead.

It’s taking every ounce of strength not to turn around and jump him.

“Does your door lock?” he says again, this time more assertive as he moves his hands farther down to rest on the waistband of my pants.

“Oh, God,” I squeak out. This is too much. I can’t fight my libido any longer, not when sexy Ryder has come to visit me in full force.

“Ella, we either find out if this door has a lock or take a chance that someone’s going to walk in on some live porn.”

“Door. Lock. Shades.” Is all I can manage to say because this man brings out the animal in me.

“You may be my naughty school teacher, but I’m goin’ to be the one giving lessons,” Ryder rumbles, “Stay pressed against the board, Ms. Scott.”

I can feel the wetness spreading though my panties just thinking of what he’s about to do to me. The year spent obsessing over this guy was well worth the wait. I hear the clink of the lock and the sound of the blinds being closed. My core heats up even more. Is it possible to be this turned on? Every woman needs their very own Ryder.

I sense the heat from Ryder’s body on my back. He’s close, not quite close enough though.

“You look so delicious,” he murmurs, before ascending on my body.

He trails kisses down my exposed neck, each kiss dragging me into a frenzy. His hands wrap around my waist, playfully teasing with the top button of my pants. Slowly he pulls my button up shirt out of my pants. His hips rock into my lower back as he fingers the buttons on my shirt. As if he deems it a waste of time, he forgets the buttons and reaches under my shirt to my exposed flesh. His touch tickles my skin and sends another wave of pleasure to my sex.

“You like what I’m doin’, babe?”

“Hmmmm,” is all I can muster.

Suddenly my attention is drawn to the back of the classroom.

“Did you hear that?” I whisper to Ryder.

“Babe, you’re the only thing I’m focused on,” he replies.

“I swear I heard something.”

“How many of your teacher friends usually stick around after work?” he questions.

“None,” I chuckle.

“The blinds are down, the door’s locked. Even if someone is creepin’ around they won’t see much.”

“You’re right, sorry to interrupt.”

My nerves are calming down, but it feels like there’s a pair of eyes watching me, us. Ryder does know how to distract me, though.

“I guess I have to up my game if a little sound distracts you. Prepare to have your world rocked, babe,” Ryder says, as his hand moves to the top button on my pants, unfastens it and slips his hand into my panties. Before I can even register the progression, he’s cupping my pussy.

With moves like that, it takes me no time to get back into the Ryder mindset.

“You’re so wet. I love how you’re always so ready for me,” Ryder says huskily. “You had sweet, but I wanna give it hard,” he adds, as his finger circles my clit.

This guy is going to drive me insane. The combination of his words and his hand brings me over the edge.

I’m quivering in his arms so hard when he whispers in my ear, “We’re only getting started, Ms. Scott.”

He grinds into me, his erection rubbing against my ass. I can easily tell he’s just as turned on as I am.

“Bend over,” he growls.

I waste no time, doing as he orders, placing both of my hands against the whiteboard for support. I immediately feel Ryder grip the sides my pants and slide them down my backside. He then wraps both sides of my panties around his fingers and with a quick tug rips the material from my body.

His mouth replaces my clothing, kissing and teasing the newly bare skin with his tongue. The fact that I can’t reach him makes me more hot and bothered. His tongue dips into my heat from behind.

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” I moan.

I can feel him chuckle against my wet folds as he continues the sweet assault with his tongue. I’m building towards my climax when he stops. At some point he managed to release his throbbing dick from his jeans.

How could I tell? Well, no sooner am I missing his oral skills, when he is pressing against me with his bulging package, nothing preventing him from taking me right then and there, which is exactly what he does.

Ryder readies himself behind me and enters me in one swift, excruciatingly pleasurable move making me gasp. I’m ready for hard. I love sweet with him, but I want it hard now. As he pounds into me, one arm snakes around my waist to finger my clit as he uses the other to brace himself against the board.

“Good God woman, are you close?” he groans out, while moving his hand down to tweak my right nipple between his index finger and thumb.

The pressure is too much and I climax almost immediately, my pussy gripping his cock as I ride out the waves of intense pleasure. Before my orgasm hits me in full force, I have to cover my mouth with one of my hands to muffle my voice, as I scream out his name. Seconds later, I feel Ryder fill me as I send him over the edge into the same sweet oblivion he sent me into.

He slows his pumping and grips onto me hard as the last of his come enters me filling my lower belly with a warm calming feeling. Ryder pulls out, sending shivers up my spine, a reminder of the desire that had taken over and made me abandon all rational thought.

“What is it about you?” I ask.

“Mmmm?” Ryder replies.

“Never in a million years would I have done anything even remotely close to that before you. I mean really…at work?”

“Babe, you’re my naughty school teacher. I knew she was hidin’ in there somewhere. You’ve just never had someone man enough to bring it out,” he says, as he turns me around and takes my mouth with his. His tongue teases my lower lip until I open to let him explore. It’s an intense kiss to end an intense rendezvous. Once done, we lazily begin to redress.

“I have to leave town for a bit,” Ryder springs on me.

“Now?” I demand.

“Somethin’ came up with the club, can’t ignore it. Rather not leave, but babe, got no choice,” he says solemnly.

“Well, doesn’t that just suck. We’ve only lived together for one day and now you’re already leaving me.” I can’t help keeping the depressed tone out of my voice.