Ryder, book 1 of Ryder

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Ryder’s POV,

I’ve been dreaming about my little princess next door for years. She was my only peace. The only thing that would help me sleep at night, and now she is here. Here in my home claiming she knows my parent’s killer. Claiming they are after her. What does her family have to do with mine? I lit my smoke and stared out at the moon. There was blood on the walls and I guess an outsider would say I was no better than the monsters who killed my family. Not that I cared what anyone thinks, but I don’t give second chances.

The two men’s body’s in this room were nothing but scum bags that hurt women and children. They also thought it was okay to sell in my city. After hearing some of Danica’s story. I went off the deep end a little. I had to clear my head. I knew I wouldn’t hurt her. At least not physically. I didn’t want to scare her as I knew she was already scared. I also don’t know how to tolerate her words. The minute she said the name. The name that only myself and Jason know. I almost lost it on her.

That name has haunted me since that night. A name I have been searching for. I took a deep breath, the very thing that brought me peace. Maybe the very thing that brings me down. “Ryder?” I heard Jason say behind me. “What are you still doing here?” I turned and flicked my smoke.

“I was waiting for you.” Jason just shook his head.

“I don’t think she is here to hurt you. I think she needs you. Just as much as you need her.” I locked my teeth and sighed.

“I don’t need shit.”

“Please, who are you trying to convince? Me or you?”

“Fuck office Jason.”

“Go home, Ryder.” I raised my eyebrow at him. Then he tapped my shoulder. I watched the buildings pass by out the window. What was I going to say to her? Was I going to trust her? It was still dark out when we pulled up to my house. I walked into my bedroom and started to remove my suit. Normally, I’m too good and I don’t get blood on my four thousand dollar suits. Tonight I was sloppy and full of rage. I stepped into the hot shower. I placed my hands on the wall in front of me and let the hot water fall all over my head and body.

That’s when I heard it. My bedroom door opened. I heard the sounds of small footsteps. Then the bathroom door opened. I still hadn’t moved as I knew what was coming wasn’t a threat. Fuck, I was going to kill this woman that doesn’t fucking know how to listen. That was until the fragrance I smelled wasn’t that low life bitch. I turned my head slightly and there Danica stood. She was in nothing more than a tee-shirt and panties. That I could only see a hint of. She is fucking breathtaking. She had a worried look on her face.

Then she started to remove her shirt. I gulped as her full sized delicious breast bounced right in front of my eyes. Then I saw all the scars. The rage inside of me started to build. They were everywhere, she had on a black lace thong. There was a large slash that was on her belly and went all the way to her thigh. My eyes were locked with hers as she made her way into my shower. I stayed still wondering what her next move would be. Her small arms came around my body and at first, I went hard. Then I started to relax. I knew she was using herself for protection. I wanted her, I wanted to claim her body as my own. It took everything in me to grab her hands and turn and face her.

“You don’t have to do this. I will help you.” I could see relief in her eyes, but she didn’t move away from me. Instead, her fingers started to explore my body. She traced my muscles and my tattoos. I don’t think in my whole life that something like this ever felt so good. I closed my eyes and hissed as her fingers traced down my abs to my stomach. She was turning me on and I had no way of hiding it. I turned her and placed her under the hot water.

“I’m sorry Ryder.” She softly said. I reached out and ran my fingers down her cheek. She gripped my upper arms and pulled me down to her lips. The animal in me wanted to pin her small frame against the wall, but she was not just some bitch I brought back to fuck. This was my princess, my safe place. My woman. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my arms. A small gasp came out of her mouth. I kissed down her neck and she let out small moans that a lesser man wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Princess, you don’t have to do this.” I gave her the chance to walk away again.

“I know, but it’s not about that. This is about the dreams I have of you. This is about the fact that it has been you that has made me keep going. Even when you were not with me. You kept me alive when things were bad. I’m in love with you and I have been since I was a little girl.” I looked into her eyes. Searching for some sort of dishonesty. All I saw was hope. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me. I gripped her ass as I took her out of the shower and into my bedroom. My lips found hers again. I softly laid her down on the bed. I have never had sex softly. I’m always rough and Selfish, but with her, I felt different. I wanted to worship her and take my time. She looked up at me as I started to kiss her body. I took my time to kiss the scars. “I’m sorry they are ugly.” I looked up at her.

“Nothing about you is ugly. All I see is beauty and strength.” She sighed and her fingers went into my hair as she pulled my lips to hers. My hand traveled down her body and in between her legs. She parted them for me as my fingers found her wet and ready for me. I softly touched her clit and ran a finger down into her wet hole. I dipped my finger inside her and the sounds that came out of her mouth drove me wild. I felt the heat between us surrounded both of us. I bit her neck softly as her hips started to move and she was now fucking my fingers. I slipped more fingers inside of her. She gripped my back and started to move faster. My thumb pressed her clit and she called out my name. “That’s right, keep fucking my fingers,” I whispered into her ear. I felt her bite down on my neck.

Her next move surprised me as she made me lay back on my back and she climbed on top of me. I felt her need for control and I didn’t stop her as she pushed herself down on top of me. I reached out and gripped her breast. Her small body took control and she started to ride me. Her eyes never left mine as she wrapped her arms around herself. I gripped her hip and helped her to move. She flung herself forward and her fingers dug into my chest. I watched every move. She was taking her pain and fear out on me. She opened her mouth and closed her eyes. As the walls of her pussy gripped my cock and I knew she had pushed herself over the edge. I let her catch her breath before I took control again. I kissed her head and flipped her on her back. “My turn.” I hissed out as I entered her again. A moan escaped her lips as I knew she was now more sensitive than when we started.

I grabbed her legs and rested them on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her legs and pushed deep inside of her. I couldn’t take my eyes off hers as they rolled back into her head. I thrust in and out of her welcoming my own release. I started to pull out of her and she stopped me. “I’m on birth control.” I slammed back inside of her and splashed my seed against her Womb. She was now mine and I would kill anyone who tried to take her from me. I laid next to her and pulled her into my arms. I laid there as I listened to her soft breathing. The next thing I knew I was fast asleep. Not something that comes easy to me.

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