Wilde Ride (17 page)
Oh boy, does he ever look pissed. I don’t know what he’s got to be pissed about.
He stalks over towards me, grabbing me firmly by the arms.
“Where the fuck have you been? What the fuck was that text?!” he shouts in my face.
“Why do you care, Ryder?” I spit out.
“I’ve been goin’ out of my fuckin’ mind, not knowin’ where you were or what’s goin’ on!”
“Like I said, why do you care?” I hiss at him.
“Babe, what the fuck? Why are you bein’ such a bitch?”
“Seriously, you have to ask that question? Go to hell! I’ve got nothing to say to you. Now get out of my way!” I shout, trying to push away from him.
“Well I sure as shit got somethin’ to say to you,” he shouts back, maintaining his grip.
“Fuck you Ryder! Why are you even here? Go back to your whore, Macie. I’m sure the two of you will be really happy fucking each-others brains out!” I try to shove past him to get to my car, but he pulls me back.
“What the fuck did you just say to me, woman?!” he asks, clenching his jaw.
“I saw your text messages, Ryder.”
“What fuckin’ text messages?”
I tell him about what was waiting for me when I got home from work and about reading the messages on Macie’s phone.
“Why would you ask her to come to the house? I fucking live with you Ryder, you knew I would be there. Is it like she said? You wanted us to do some kind of kinky three-way? Because I’m telling you right now, that will never happen. Actually, nothing is ever happening between us again. Ever. I can’t believe I gave my virginity to you. What a fucking mistake!”
When I say this, his eyes darken and he growls, “Baby, do not fuckin’ say that. Giving me your virginity was fuckin’ beautiful. It’s somethin’ I will never forget. I love you so much. But honest to God, I never sent that whore any fuckin’ text messages. If she said I did, bitch is lyin’.”
“Like I told you, I read the texts. She didn’t tell me you asked her to come over to our house to fuck, because if she did I wouldn’t have believed her. I saw the proof with my own eyes, asshole!”
Struggling to get out of Ryder’s grasp, he says, “Gonna say this one more fuckin’ time. I didn’t send Macie any fuckin’ texts!”
“You told me you slept with her before, but I didn’t think you’ve been with her since we’ve been together. Have you been fucking her the whole time you’ve been with me? And please tell me you’ve been using protection because we haven’t.”
Ryder rubs his hands up over his face into his hair. “Jesus fucking Christ, the one and only time Macie and I fucked was the week before you walked into my bar.”
His facial expression changes, as soon as the words escape his mouth. Looking like he’s remembered something, he reaches into the front pocket of his jeans. Pulling out his cell phone, he opens it and presses a few buttons.
“Are these the messages you read?” he asks me, handing me the phone.
“Ryder, I really don’t want to read them again. I remember what they said. Doesn’t change a thing between us,” I say, trying to push the phone away.
“I disagree, babe. Look at the messages,” he orders, handing it to me again.
I take the phone from him and read the messages. Once again, I can feel the tears build up in my eyes. Do not let him see you cry, Ella. Hold it together girl.
“Yeah, Ryder, they still say the same thing. Nothing has changed. You’re still a cheating, womanizing asshole!”
“Babe, look at the goddamn dates on the messages.”
I glance at the tiny print in the corner of one of the messages. I gasp. It’s dated exactly eight days before I walked into the Wilde Ride. Fuck! I was so upset with a naked Macie and her Double Ds and the text messages that I never even looked at the dates. The messages were in her text message history. That fucking bitch!
“Holy Shit! I’m so sorry Ryder. I just saw Macie naked in your bed and the texts, and it all kind of made sense to me. I just thought that there was no way a guy like you could ever love a girl like me. Like she said, how can you even stomach to look at me and my body? I’m nothing but a freak.”
“I don’t know what’s goin’ on in the pretty little head of yours, because I know you’re not serious. You’re fuckin’ gorgeous. You have a smokin’ hot little body. Your sense of humour cracks me up. Our sex is off the fucking charts. But most importantly, babe, you get me mind, body and soul. What’s not to love about you? Babe, you gotta know, I don’t even see your scars. I just see you. And you are beautiful. You’re mine and I’m yours. Forever.”
WOW!
“Really?”
“Really.”
“So do you forgive me, for the hell I put you through?”
“Yeah, baby. You and I are forever, remember?”
“You and I are forever,” I repeat, trying to believe his words.
“One day in the future, I can see me puttin’ my ring on your finger.”
I smile wide, liking the sound of that. I suddenly have visions of us married, living in the suburbs in a house with a white picket fence and two point five kids and a golden retriever. Oh yeah, and a Harley.
Ryder pulls me into his arms and his lips brush against mine. “Let’s get you home, baby. We’ve got some makeup sex to look forward to.”
His mouth takes mine in the possessive kiss that I love so much. His tongue parts my lips and begins searching for my tongue. I moan into Ryder’s mouth, as our tongues finally meet after so long. God, I missed the way he tastes.
“Yup, definitely gotta get you home. Now,” he says, dipping his head and trailing kisses down my neck.
“Stop that or I just might let you take me here in the parking lot,” I gasp.
“Christ, don’t tempt me,” he groans, against my ear.
We make it to our house in record time. It’s a wonder we didn’t get hauled over for speeding.
And for the record, make up sex is freaking fantastic!
****
I wake up the next morning and turn on my cell phone. Checking my messages, I notice that there are about a gazillion from Payton. No joke. I immediately go to my contact list and select her name. I realize that I should have called her back, but I’ve been a little distracted.
The phone only rings once when Payton answers with, “Holy shit, Ella! I’ve been worried sick about you. Don’t ever turn your phone off again, or I seriously will beat the shit out of you. Got it?”
“Got it,” I return, laughing.
“Wait, did I miss something? How come you’re laughing, like you’re happy or something? The last time we talked, you were all heartbroken and shit.”
I sigh into the phone and squeeze the bridge of my nose, “It was a misunderstanding.”
“Wait. Hold up. How the fuck can you misunderstand that your man wants to fuck another woman?” she questions, sounding irritated with me.
“Ryder did sleep with Macie, but it was about a week before I met him again at his bar. The messages she showed me were old ones stored in her cell’s history.”
“Oh, I’m going in bitch smack down mode when I see her,” she hisses.
“I guess she’s lucky that you live on the other side of the country then. Maybe you can come for a visit,” I say.
“Well, now that you mention it, mom was so worried about you that she booked an airplane ticket for me. My flight arrives there at seven fifteen Friday morning.”
I’m squealing into the phone, when I feel Ryder’s arms wrap around my waist and pull me towards his chest.
“What’s happenin’, babe?” he asks.
I pull the phone away from my ear, covering it with my hand. “Payton is flying in for a visit on Friday, is it okay if she stays here?
“Babe, don’t have to ask. This is your house too. She’ll have to sleep on the sofa though.”
“How about she can sleep with me in the bed and you can sleep on the sofa.”
“Not gonna happen,” he states.
I smile and put the phone back to my ear, “I can’t wait to see you Payton. I’ll pick you up at the airport.”
“Right on. See you Friday. Love you, chickie.”
“See you. Love you too.”
I disconnect our phone call and turn around in Ryder’s arms, wrapping my arms around his waist. His grip on me tightens.
“I take it you’re happy your girl is comin’,” he says teasingly.
“Happy? No, I’m not happy; I’m freaking ecstatic!”
“I’m glad, babe,” he whispers into my ear.
“Just a warning, Payton is going in bitch smack down mode when she gets here. She’s not the biggest fan of Macie,” I mutter against his neck.
“Babe, the bitch got it comin’ and I’m sure Payton is just the one to fuckin’ give it to her too,” he says, moving his lips over mine.
“Now shut up and kiss me,” he orders.
“Okay.”
So I kiss him.
Night On The Town
I was so excited to have Payton visiting for the weekend. I’ve really missed having my best friend around. Ryder drove me to the airport this morning to pick her up. She hugged and kissed me when she first got off the airplane and then she set her sights on Ryder.
His back was facing me as she said, “Ryder, it’s so good to finally meet your hunky self.” Her hands immediately slid down and squeezed his ass. He jumped away from her and turned to me with a shocked look on his face.
I laughed and said, “It’s Payton; that’s what she does.” I shrugged my shoulders. If I wasn’t so certain of the way both Ryder and Payton felt towards me, I would be concerned. I know that they would never do anything to hurt me.
Which brings us to the here and now.
“So where’s Mr. Hot Ass Ryder tonight?” Payton inquires.
“He’s actually working tonight,” I pout, wishing his hot ass was here right now.
“Well, we’re not staying in. We’re hitting the town, Ms. Scott.” She gives me a devilish grin.
“Do you want to go see a movie or something?” I ask.
“Hell no. I was thinking we should get all sexed up, go to the Wilde Ride for a drink and then head out to a dance club and get our drink and dance on. Sound like fun?” She bumps my hip with hers.
“Yeah Payton, sounds like fun.”
“Let’s get ready, babe,” she says, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
An hour later, I’m studying myself in the mirror and I’m thinking there’s not a chance in hell that I’m going out looking like this. A knock at the door startles me.
“Are you going to come out anytime this century?” she asks, clearly irritated with me.
“Payton, you cannot be serious about this dress. I can’t go out looking like this.”
“Sure you can. You are a seriously hot looking chick. When are you going to realize that?”
I appraise myself one more time in the mirror before heading to the door and turning the doorknob. I walk out of the bathroom into the living room. My hair is falling down to my shoulders in loose curls. My makeup is a little heavy, with smoky eyes and dark lips. I’m wearing a black tight-fitting halter top dress with no back and the length is so short it should be illegal. My accessories are a red sequined clutch and a couple of silver bangles and chandelier earrings.
I don’t own clothing like this, so Payton forced me to borrow one of her dresses. Thankfully, I have no scars on my back and the dress doesn’t reveal any on the front of my torso. The dress, combined with my strappy silver stiletto sandals, looks pretty passable for a night on the town. I stand there fidgeting and try to haul down the hem of the dress. I’m so not used to wearing clothes like this.
Looking at Payton I say, “Are you sure about this? I’m not sure I can pull this kind of look off.”
I hear a whistle and then Payton says, “Hot Damn Girl, you look smokin’ hot. Ryder is gonna eat you up when he sees you!”
I sigh. A girl can dream.
“You look pretty sexy yourself, Payton.”
She also has heavy makeup on (a bit sluttier looking than mine). Her blonde hair is piled on top of her head and messy curls trail down. She has a red strapless tube style dress that just barely covers her breasts and ass. Her footwear consists of black thigh high leather boots. Only Payton can pull a look like that off.
“Ready to go, chickie?” she asks. I nod, even though I still feel pretty self- conscious about my choice of clothing this evening.
I get my cell from my purse and call Ryder. “Babe, you ready?”
“Yes,” I smile at the sound of his sexy voice.
“I’ll get one of the boys to pick you up.”
“Okay, thanks,” I say sweetly.
“See you later, baby.”
“See you in a bit, handsome.” He disconnects.
“So are then any other hot biker guys in Ryder’s group thingy?” Payton asks.
“It’s a motorcycle club Payton, not a group thingy,” I frown at her.
“Whatever,” she snorts.
“Sure, some of them are pretty good looking, but not nearly as hot as Ryder.”
“I’m not as picky as you are, Ella.” She puts her arm around me and we both laugh.