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23
Penny
We don’t walk into the front of the club this time. We park around the back, close to a large metal door with a keypad attached to it.
Before we get out of the truck, Ryder turns to me. “Listen, no one in there is going to touch you… but you have to do exactly what I say. To everyone else, you are nothing more than someone who owes the club money. Do you understand?”
I nod my head furiously.
“That’s the way it’s going to have to be. Especially with this Tucker shit going on. I need all my men trusting me, and they are not going to do that if they think I’m distracted.”
“I understand.”
I climb out of the truck and follow Ryder. He punches a bunch of numbers into the keypad, and the door clicks open. Taking my hand, he pulls me inside and shuts the door behind us.
We move through the long hallways, and I suddenly feel like I’m a calf being led to slaughter.
Stopping in front of a door, recognition sets in. I’ve been here before. This is where Ryder took me the first time.
“You finally ready to share?” some guy yells down the hall.
“Fuck off,” Ryder yells back and grabs me by the arm. He pulls me into the room roughly and slams the door shut before letting me go.
Wrapping my arms around myself, I look around the room. I hate being in here, and I hate how Ryder acts when we are here.
Then something catches my eye. There are clothes lying next to the bed… my clothes. I don’t remember taking them off in here.
“How did these get here?” I ask, pointing to the pile on the floor.
“Last time I brought you here, someone slipped something in your drink. I tried to get you to sleep it off in here, but you wouldn’t, so I took you home.”
“I walked out of here naked?” I ask in complete horror.
“You didn’t walk out of here at all.” He chuckles. “I wrapped you up in the blanket and carried you out. No one saw you naked, little owl.”
I glance at the bed to find the blanket missing, confirming his story. It doesn’t make me feel much better, though. I still don’t like any of this.
“Speaking of naked… I’d like you to get naked right now,” Ryder tells me, his voice low and husky.
I turn around to find him standing closer than I thought, so close I have to tilt my head up to look at his face. The mood in the room shifts. I go from being nervous and scared to feeling excited and content.
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he drags it up and over my head slowly, then throws it to the floor, adding to the pile. My bra is next. He cups both of my breasts once they are free, massaging them and toying with my nipples, drawing tiny moans from me.
By the time he gets to my jeans, he is not so patient anymore. He yanks the zip down and pulls the jeans down my legs, taking my panties with them. I step out of my shoes and stand in front of him completely naked, while he hasn’t taken off anything yet.
Reaching for his shirt, I grab hold of the soft fabric and pull it up. He lifts his arms, helping me get it off. I drop it on the floor next to mine, reaching for his pants, but he swats my hand away and picks me up instead.
With a gasp, I wrap my arms around his neck on instinct, and my legs around his waist. A moment later, my back is pressed against the door.
Ryder holds me up with one arm and his body while he undoes his pants. Then he slowly lowers me, guiding me onto him. He fills me with one deep thrust, burying himself inside me. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as he rocks against me.
Our faces are only inches apart, and I wonder if he would kiss me. He tips his head and presses his forehead against mine. Our noses brush against each other. We are both panting. His minty breath only makes me want to kiss him more… taste him. But I’m scared. Scared that he doesn’t want to. Scared that this is still nothing more than me paying him back.
He drives into me over and over again, pushing me against the door harder and hard. With every thrust, he rubs against my clit, bringing me closer to fall off the edge.
When I feel my orgasm looming, the urge to kiss him overcomes me. His eyes are closed, his face contorting in pleasure.
On a whim, I lean in and place my lips on his. He pulls back, and his eyes fly open, but he doesn’t stop fucking me against the door. Surprise flashes over his face, and I’m about to say sorry, but then his lips are back on mine.
