His question threw me so off guard that I had no idea how to answer it. How in the hell did he find out about that? I had liked it, but right now doesn’t seem like the time to say that. Does he also know I was a virgin before that? Oh God.
He lays his palm on my back, right above my ass, and pushes me down until my chest and face are flat against the floor. “I told you I find out about everything.” Was he reading my mind? How in the fuck? I’m still too breathless from my orgasm to try arguing. A hard slap across my ass cheek makes me gasp. “That’s for fucking Hayden. Everything else I could get over, but that?” He growls again, and for some fucked up reason my pussy clenches at the sound. “He’s mybrother.” He snarls.
“I’m sorry,” I pant breathlessly as a lone tear falls from my eye, rolling across the bridge of my nose. I am sorry for hurting him like that. Hayden hadn’t known I was talking to Ryder at that time, but would he have taken me into that closet if he had known? A sticky, dirty feeling coats my skin, a feeling that can’t be washed off. Did I ruin their relationship?
He lines the head of his cock to my entrance and rubs it over my sensitive clit, making me jerk. He gives no warning before slamming into me, and I cry out. He’s so thick, too thick and long. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, the pain fades and is replaced by pleasure, and my cries of pain turn into moans.
“Fuuuck,” I moan as his cock hits that perfect spot, making my eyes roll.
“You’re mine now, nobody else touches you,” He grits through clenched teeth.
It’s not in my blood not to talk back. I’m a mouthy bitch, and now is no different. “Or what?” I dare.
The hand on my hip tightens before he releases it and quickly wraps it around my throat, pulling me off the floor until my back is to his front. His breath tickles my ear as he whispers, “Or I’ll kill them.”
The gulp I took went nowhere with his hand wrapped around my throat. I try to speak, but his hand tightens on my throat, cutting off my air. My pussy clenches around him, earning me a groan. Those tingles erupt low in my belly, and my head falls back against his chest as the wave of another orgasm washes over me. Ryder grunts, and his pace slows as he finishes inside me.
He releases my throat, leaving me lying limp on the floor. I gulp in air as my vision returns to me. I have never felt something like that, but I most definitely need that again. Ryder’s fist is planted beside my face, and I eye the protruding veins in his hand and wrist.
“We should probably get going,” He sounds almost as breathless as I do, except he wasn’t just restricted of air.
“Yeah.”
Ryder’s the first out, and I continue to lie on my back on the floor after almost having the life fucked out of me. I watch Ryder dry off, and Lord help me, because I want to lick every drop of water off his body.
“Keep eyeing me like that, and we’ll never leave this room.” He says, and my eyes snap to his. “As much as I’d love to fuck the life out of you right now, we have to take care of business at home.”
Home. It feels right calling Ryder’s house home, and I don’t understand why. He wraps the towel loosely around his hips and stretches out his hand to help me up. After Ryder dried me off, I looked around for the clothes I had taken off before the shower and didn’t find them.
“I had these dropped off earlier for you.” He holds up a grocery bag with things inside. I slowly take it and open it up, finding a pair of leggings, a T-shirt, and a pack of underwear—all my size and style.
“Thank you,” I say, voice low. My heart is really starting to change towards Ryder, and I can’t let that happen.
At some point, he had dressed in black jeans and a fitted white T-shirt. “No thanks is necessary. You needed them.” My mouth runs dry at the sight of his lean, muscular form stretching that shirt past its limits.
“Okay,” I say slowly. “Then, shall we get going?” I hooked my thumb over my shoulder towards the door.
He glances at his phone, “We have ten minutes before the crew loads up. I need to talk to you before we leave. There’s a lot I need to fill you in on, since I guess now you’re one ofus.”
He waves me over and taps the bed beside him, so I walk over suspiciously and sit. Bending forward to sit, I wince at the pain in my side. Rough sex did not help me in any way.
“You okay?” His face pinched with worry. He didn’t seem all that worried when he had me bent over… Nevermind. Don’t go there, Kelsey. The last thing I need is to get all hot and bothered again.
“Yeah,” I answer shortly.
“Do you need something more for pain?”
“I’m okay. Really.”
He nods, clearly not buying my bullshit. But I guess he figures it’s no use arguing over.
Ryder tells me all about his childhood and how his parents were always gone, leaving only money for Ryder to support himself and Jessie. Which makes complete sense now and explains why their parents are never seen or mentioned. My heart aches for them, and I want to wrap them both in a huge hug, even though I’m far from the hugging type.
“So, when I was sixteen, I took it upon myself to start. At first, it was small, and we would bet a couple of hundred dollars. After a while, I saved up for my first car, a used Jag. It took a little TLC, but she turned out to be the best on the strip.” He smiles as he drifts off into his memories. “I still have that car.”
“So, how did all that lead up to whatever mess you’re in now?” I ask.
“I’m getting there, I promise.” He assures. “So, eventually, I got requests from the big-time street racers. Emailing me asking when they can compete and making bets. The first offer I accepted came from a group in Venezuela known as the Vipers. They placed a half-million-dollar bet, which blew my sixteen-year-old mind at the time.” He snorts, and a slight curve graces his perfect lips.
