“She’s all mine. And don’t you forget that—at any time. I don’t want to have to kill you, brother.” He chuckled, but there was a seriousness to his tone that Razor couldn’t ignore.
“Well, then, why weren’t you here when she arrived?” Razor challenged.
Ryder pushed my hair aside and kissed my neck. It was such a possessive gesture, and I was taken by surprise.
“Maybe because Princess didn't tell me she was coming? Maybe because I was surprised as fuck to see her here. Wearing killer shorts that’s sure to have every dick around here hard.” His hand disappeared under my shirt and he stroked the soft flesh of my belly.
God. His warm breath on my neck . . . his possessive kiss . . . his hand stroking me . . . his husky voice. I could jump him right here, and not give a damn who watched. Instead, I giggled nervously. Like a damn teenager. A horny teenager, waiting to get laid. My pussy clenched as he turned me around to stare into my eyes.
“Hello Ryder,” I breathed, feeling his erection press into my stomach. God, my need for him was growing by the second. My panties were soaked.
His eyes burned into mine. “Want to tell me how come you’re here and I didn't know about it?” His voice was demanding, harsh even.
“Here you are. I was wondering where you were?” Mia walked over and slapped Ryder on the ass, like a big sister would. “I invited Jade. She’s here as my guest. So everybody play nice, OK?” She eyed Razor who had a look of astonished amusement on his face.
Razor laughed. “Sure, Sister. Well, I for one am glad Ryder has his own woman. That means he won't be going after the one I want. Meaning that I won't have to kill him.”
I'd nearly forgotten that Mia was married to Razor’s brother. It was sweet how he called her ‘sister’—I’d never have expected that from him. And now I was curious to know who the woman was that Razor fancied.
Mia squinted at Razor. “Wow, I'm gone for a few months and now you have your eye on somebody, too? Has Cupid been around lately, shooting a few stray arrows?”
Ryder rubbed my back, small circles caressing up and down my spine. I could hardly focus on the conversation. He was sending a clear message to every guy here that I was his. I couldn’t have been more delighted that he wasn’t afraid to claim me in front of everyone.
He dipped his head and whispered in my ear, his voice ominous. “I'm going to deal with you in a minute, Princess.” His warm breath left a trail of goosebumps on my skin. I wasn’t sure if I should be scared or happy. What I did feel, though, was a surge of energy rushing from my gut to my core, depositing more dampness onto my panties. Even my nipples tingled.
“Wet for me already, baby?” he whispered into my ear while squeezing my ass.
Sweet baby Jesus. I may just orgasm right here in front of everyone. I closed my eyes and pressed my thighs together. I was becoming a wanton slut. Ryder’s slut.
My eyes flew open when I heard a woman’s voice screeching.
“She’s Princess? Fuck me!”
I looked straight into cousin Lexi’s shocked eyes.
“Lexi? What the hell?” I gasped.
“Jade. What the fuck are you doing here? With Ryder practically dry humping you in front of everyone. Jesus, fuck. I didn't even know you knew him.” Lexi was pissed off. Big time.
My cousin was a spitfire. She wasn’t shy to say what she thought. I'd always had the opinion that she was a bit too outspoken, but she never cared what anyone thought of her. She’d always been a rebel, and Uncle Eric had his hands full raising her without a mother.
“I could ask the same question, cousin. The black hair? The tattoos and piercings? You look like a grunged-up biker girl. So different to when I last saw you at Christmas.”
Ryder drew in a breath. He let go of me and took a step backward, staring—first at me, then at Lexi, then back again—as if we had just landed from an alien planet.
His shoulders shook with laughter. “Well, fuck me running. I’ll be damned. So that’s why you looked so familiar, Sheila. You're Jade’s cousin!”
We both turned to him, glaring, hands on hips. Why in hell was Ryder calling my cousin Sheila? Had I missed something?
My eyes narrowed as I looked at first Lexi, then at Ryder. Was Ryder fucking Lexi?
Oh. My. God.
Please. No. Just no.
Other women—ones I didn’t know—I may have been able to handle. But my own cousin? I felt my stomach drop.
“I work here. At the bar,” Lexi said as she shook a cigarette from a packet and lit it, inhaling deeply. She smoked? What else didn't I—and Uncle Eric—know about Lexi?
“Lexi. You came.” Razor was grinning like an idiot. Was Razor sweet on Lexi? Was she the girl he referred to?
Jesus. My head was spinning. What the hell was going on?
Chapter 15 ~ Jade
I swallowed hard. I had to know. I turned to Ryder. If he was fucking me and Lexi at the same time I just couldn’t handle it.
I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could utter a word, Ryder growled. “Princess. My room. Now.”
He grabbed my arm and led me inside the building. I felt everyone’s eyes on my back as I followed Ryder, too stunned to speak. That didn't happen often.
Neither of us said a word. He marched us through the old building, past a bar filled with poker and pool tables. Past a huge kitchen where women were chattering as they dished food into large bowls. Past a large sitting room with a big-screen TV. Until we came to a door that he quickly unlocked.
I glanced at him from under my lashes. His jaw was set and his eyes blazing.
“Listen, Ryder—” I started.
He pushed me inside the room and locked the door. Seconds later I was up against the wall, Ryder’s mouth stealing my breath. He kissed me hard, holding both my wrists in one large hand above my head, squeezing my breast with the palm of the other while jamming his knee against my sex to keep me still.
“Baby. What you do to me . . . and my cock. Fuck,” he hissed.
“Ryder. Wait.” I need answers.
“Why? I know you’re here for me. To be fucked. And I want to. It’s already been too long.”
“Lexi,” I panted, turning my head so he couldn’t access my mouth. “Are you fucking Lexi?” I spat out.
Keeping my wrists pinned to the wall, he gripped my chin in his hand, squeezing my cheeks and turning my face till our eyes met.
“If I have, what’s it to you?” he demanded, his voice hard.
I stared into his eyes, trying to read them, but all I could see was lust and arousal, his pupils were that dilated.
“If you are, I can't . . . I won't . . .”
“Why not?” he growled, his gaze searching my face.
“Because . . . because I want you to be only mine.” I sensed with Ryder there was only one way. Brutal honesty.
“Fuck, Princess. Fuck.” He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and bit into it.
I whimpered, oscillating between feeling pleasure and pain.
“What?” I murmured against his mouth. He hadn’t answered my question yet.
“That’s exactly what I want to hear.” He kissed me till I was breathless, squeezing my breast hard so that ripples of longing traveled from my nipples to my pussy.
“Those fucking long legs of yours, I want them around my waist.”
He undid the button of my shorts and pushed them down my legs, taking my panties down at the same time. Then he lifted me, pressing my naked ass against the wall.