RYDER
Istood outside the door to the horsemen’s place, one of their security guards breathing up my ass.
“We fucking or what?” I asked dryly, looking over at him. I could pucker my lips and kiss him; that’s how fucking close to me he was.
“I’d fuck you,” the man replied gruffly. “You’re pretty enough. I bet you take cock like a pro. Such a pretty fucking mouth on you.”
“Back off, Dylan,” Dmitri said. “Enzo has him on the list of guests.”
Dylan eyed me before winking.
I scowled at him as the door opened, bringing me face-to-face with another nightmare.
Cole Scott.
“Hey, fuck face,” Cole greeted me.
“Dick lips,” I muttered.
He snickered at my jab and stepped aside so I could enter, and I did, jamming my elbow into his gut as I passed by. He grunted and doubled over, not expecting the move.
“Fuck, you’re an asshole,” he rasped, slamming the door behind me. “I should have just let Dylan bend you over and fuck you, prick.”
“He seems more your type than mine,” I said, turning abruptly to face him.
He skidded to a stop and stared at me. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
I shrugged. “You’re a pretty little bitch who looks like he doesn’t mind cock in or around his mouth. Or ass. I imagine the last five years have been a real fucking cock suck around here, huh?”
“You fucking prick?—”
“Ryder!” Rosalie squealed as she came downstairs, looking every bit as perfect as she was.
“How does it feel to have your girl excited to see me?” I asked softly, making him snarl as Rosalie barreled at me.
I caught her in my arms and hugged her tightly as Cole shook with his barely controlled rage. I winked at him from over Rosalie’s shoulder, only making it worse.
But fuck him.
I still felt like the asshole had a lot of work to do to make up for all the wrongs to Rosalie. I didn’t give a shit that he thought he’d gotten her pregnant. I prayed every night that baby was Anson’s and Cole would fuck off somewhere else, but I also knew Ellis loved him, and for that reason alone, I only said the prayers once a day instead of a hundred times. Maybe I was a dick, but I’d been there when Rosalie hurt. I didn’t like it, and I didn’t have to fucking like it. If I could make the bastard even a little bit miserable, then I absolutely would. It was the least I could do after the shit they pulled on her.
“Hey, Red,” I murmured, pulling away and placing both hands on either side of her pretty face. “You look perfect today. Just like you did yesterday.”
“You didn’t see me yesterday,” she said, smirking up at me.
“I don’t need to see you to know you’re perfect.”
Cole snorted and tugged her away from me. “Fuck off, cheese ass.”
“What the fuck? Cheese ass?”
“Cole,” Rosalie reprimanded. “Be nice.” She kissed his cheek before taking my hand and dragging me into the kitchen, where she served me breakfast. I winked at Cole, who continued to glare at me.
I’d gotten in last night and barely slept because I was eager to get to Rosalie. I’d met with her guys before flying out, and I’d gotten the talking to from them since my feelings were out in the open now.
“Talk to her,” Evan said. “We’ve opened everything up for the horsemen, so it’s only right we let you have a chance to join us.”
I scoffed and looked away. “Nah. I’m good.”
