Chapter Six

Neve

I glance over from my spot on the dancefloor to where Liss and Ryder are locked in a hungry kiss. I push down the feelings of jealousy, I have no right. And yeah, maybe sleeping with him twice should count for something in the girl code, but I doubt Liss gives a shit.

"Wow she didn't waste any time," Mya says as she joins me.

I shrug like I don't care. "She loves a bad boy."

"It's like school all over again. What was the guy you really liked and she just jumped right in there?" she asks, tapping her chin in thought.

"Dean," I reply, laughing, "And she didn't steal him, I let him go. Besides, Ryder's a free agent, it was just sex between us."

"At least he helped to break your dry spell," Mya adds.

I nod. "Always a Brightside."

A slow song comes on and Griff appears behind Mya, pulling her to him so she turns in his arms and hooks them around his neck. I notice some of the other bikers also joining the dancefloor with my friends so I head back to the table, feeling like a spare part. My step falters when I see Ryder is now alone. I consider passing him and heading for the bathroom but I don't want him to think I'm avoiding him because of his face-eating with Liss, so I take my seat and stare out at the dancefloor.

"No one to dance with?" he asks with a smirk.

"Not following Liss to the toilet for a quickie?" I retaliate, instantly regretting it because now he knows I'm bothered.

"We both know that I don't do quickies," he says, swirling his ice around in his tumbler of whiskey. "Where's your kid tonight?"

"None of your business."

"I was just wondering if you had an empty house is all," he asks, quirking his brow suggestively.

My heart rate picks up and I bite my lip to stop the smile I want to give him so badly. "I don't think that's a good idea after the way you blew up at me before, besides, you just stuck your tongue down my friends throat."

"She ain't a friend Siren, she wants what's yours."

I like the way he's stolen Griff's nickname for me. "You don't even know her and I didn't see you complaining."

"If you'd have watched for a second longer, you'd have seen me turn her down. I like my women a little less . . . desperate."

"I don't think you're fussy at all when it comes to women," I scoff.

"You're wrong. Just like you are about her. She's not a friend, Neve, and I'm willing to bet my bike that I'm not the first man she's gone after that you've had first."

My eyes dart down to where my hands fiddle with a broken beer matt. I don't want to call Liss behind her back, especially to a stranger. But before I can reply, he laughs, "I right aren't I, she's done that before." He leans back in the chair with a smug expression. "I sometimes surprise myself with my skills to read people."

"If you can read people so well, then you'd know I don't really want to talk to you right now."

He gives an easy grin, "Oh, Siren, I read you perfectly well. I'm so in tune with you, I can tell you exactly what you want from me right now." He leans closer again, resting his arms on the table and staring me in the eye. "You want me to lean across this table and kiss you." I laugh, shaking my head like he's being ridiculous. "Then you want me to drag you into a dark corner to fuck you hard and fast." I try to keep my breathing even so he doesn't know the effect his words are currently having on me. "And then you want me to take you home and worship every goddamn inch of your body with my mouth, right before I spend the night buried inside of you." I inhale sharply and his eyes darken with hunger. "So, I'm gonna ask you again Siren, where is that pretty little kid of yours tonight?"

"At her dad's," I say, noting how the words come out all breathy with need.

"Then what are we waiting for?" he asks, standing and holding out his hand.

I stare at it for a few seconds. "I can't…we aren't…" I stutter the protest out, shaking my head.

He takes my hand in his, and I marvel at the difference in size. "You can and we are," he says firmly He stands, still holding my hand in his, then he tugs me gently until I do the same. "Cos if I don't get you alone soon, I'm going to fuck you over this table. And the worrying thing is, I don't think you'd fucking mind."

Ryder fist bumps Griffin as we pass to leave. Mya smirks, winking at me but I'm too lost in my own head to respond and as he leads me from the club, I try to come up with all the reasons this is a bad idea. There aren't many, just one. Finn. And the optimist in me is screaming that I've already put Finn in his place and the world didn't break, so I can do this. I take a few deeps breaths. Besides, I like sex with Ryder. He makes me feel good and I deserve to feel good, right? I nod to myself, not realising Ryder has stopped and I crash into his back.

He turns to face me, smiling and I almost swoon. He should do it more. "Here," he adds, putting a helmet on the top of my head, then pushing it down until it's secure. He fastens a strap underneath my chin, then proceeds to put his own on.

A sound clicks inside of my helmet, making me jump in fright, and then Ryders voice crackles in my ear, "Get on." I watch him throw his own leg over, then glance down at my short skirt. He senses my worry and adds, "No one will see up your skirt, I'll be blocking their view."

I carefully climb on behind him and my skirt rides up. Ryder doesn't wait for me to try and adjust it, instead he grabs my thighs and yanks me closer. Then he finds my hands and wraps them around his waist until my face is pressed against his back. I turn it to the side. I've never been on a motorbike before, it was the one thing my mother always warned me about. "Hold tight," he tells me, right before a loud rumble fills the air, and a vibration runs through me, causing me to gasp. Ryder squeezes my bare leg, "Don't make those little noises, Neve, it does things to me."

As he pulls out into traffic, I squeeze my eyes closed in terror. The bike feels powerful as it rumbles and after a few minutes, I begin to relax, opening my eyes as Ryder expertly weaves in and out of the evening traffic. His voice crackles in her ear again. "I can feel your heat on my back, Neve. Are you wet for me or the bike?"

I feel my face burn with embarrassment. I'm not used to men speaking to me like Ryder does, but I must admit, I like it. "I've never been on a bike before," is all I can think to say.

"I've never had a woman on this bike, it's a first for both of us," he says, sliding his hand up my thigh. He continues until he's rubbing my inner thigh, causing me to open my legs a little wider. Then his finger brushes against my underwear and a moan slips out involuntary. The thought of him controlling this beast while touching me, sets me on fire. "I'm going to fuck you over my bike, Neve," he says, his voice rumbling through the headset. "I wanna taste you while you lay across her."

He slows the bike down, removing his hand and turning into my street. I take a deep breath to compose myself.

"Park outside Griff's place," I instruct, the last thing I need is Finn finding out about this before I've had chance to burn off some of this sexual chemistry. Ryder hesitates but does it anyway.

He places both feet on the ground and kills the engine. Then without warning, he reaches behind, scooping me in one hand and twisting me expertly around his body, until I'm on his lap and facing him. I'm so impressed by his slick moves, I don't realise what he's about to do until his hand is already hidden between us and he's moving my underwear to one side. He swipes a finger along my opening and I gasp, gripping my hands onto his shoulders. "Fuck, you're so wet," he growls, doing the same thing again.

"Jesus, Ryder, someone might see," I whisper.

He pushes his finger into me and I squeeze his shoulders tighter, leaning back slightly to give him easier access.

"They'll think it's my brother, you've got a helmet on," he says, adding a second finger. "Now come for me, Siren."

"I can't come here," I pant, even though my body is already feeling the lick of warmth.

He moves faster. "I bet you can, Siren. I bet you can come fucking hard on my fingers."

With the combination of his dirty words and the fact we're in public, it's mere seconds before I'm shuddering hard against his hand as an orgasm rips through me.

"See," he whispers, removing his hand. I lean back against the handlebars trying to regain control of my breathing as Ryder takes off his helmet. I watch as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean and humming in approval. "Now let's get inside so I can really taste you."

I get off the bike and remove my own helmet, passing it to him before scanning the street for any kind of life. "Relax," he says, also stepping off. "No one was watching. And if they did, they're probably getting off on us." I smile, but it doesn't reach my eyes. I'm not looking to see if the neighbours are curtain twitching. The reality of the way I spoke to Finn earlier is hitting me and I'm wondering if he's going to turn up.

Ryder doesn't give me too long to overthink before he's wrapping his arms around me and bustling me up the path to my front door where I fumble around in my bag for the keys. Once inside, he pushes me against the wall, kissing me hungrily and using his foot to kick the door closed.

I break the kiss, panting hard as I move past him to bolt the door. He watches, his eyes showing concern as I lock each of the five bolts before turning the key.

I smile, turning back to him and feeling more relaxed. "Safety first," I say with a shrug.

There's conflict in his eyes, he wants to ask me why I'm over cautious, but he changes his mind and grabs me, pulling me back to him and nuzzling his mouth against my neck. I feel sexy as he makes his way across my chest, kissing, licking, nipping, until he finds his way back to my lips.

In a bold move, I unfasten his belt, working the leather through the buckle quickly. I pull his zipper down and pop the button on his jeans. Both times we've had sex before, have been rushed and I haven't had a chance to feel him properly, it's something I've dreamed about since the last time and as I reach into his boxers and wrap my hand around his rock-hard shaft, I smile. He's huge. Bigger than I imagined. Ryder breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. His breathing is laboured, like my own and as I pump my hand up and down his shaft, he squeezes his eyes closed. "Fuck that feels good," he mutters.

I have this huge man in the palm of my hand, literally, and he's enjoying it. It makes me feel powerful and before I over think it, I sink to my knees and tug his jeans down to his ankles. The boxers follow and he springs free.

I was never any good at this sort of thing, Finn always told me so, but it still never stopped him making me do it. With Ryder, I want to do it. I have an insatiable need to taste him.

I wrap my hands around him and gently lick the end of his cock, letting the salty bead of precum, coat my tongue. His erection jumps in my hand and he lets out a low groan. It encourages me to do it again, this time wrapping my lips around the tip and taking him deeper into my mouth. His hands run through my hair and he groans each time he hits the back of my throat. "Fuck, Siren, that's the hottest thing I've seen in a long time," he murmurs and I look up, connecting my eyes to his. They're full of heat and promise and I suck harder, allowing him to grip the back of my head and guide me at the speed he likes. It's seconds before he's grunting and I feel his release hit the back of my throat. Somehow, it doesn't turn my stomach the way it used to with Finn. Ryder releases my head and holds out his hand, helping me to stand. He gently tucks some of my hair behind my ear and smiles. "What are you doing to me, Siren?" he almost whispers thoughtfully.

It suddenly feels awkward. I'm not sure what the next step is after a blow job on the hall floor. Do we go and have sex? If he's anything like Finn, he'll not be fit for anything else until tomorrow. "Coffee?" I ask and instantly wish the ground to open up and swallow me whole. Who the fuck offers a one night stand a coffee. He probably just wants to get the hell out of here.