Free Wilde Ride by Maegan Lynn Moores Page A

up.
    “Don’t even think of moving!” G.I. Jane
orders. I take him back in my mouth and suck him even harder and
faster than before, until he is growling out his release in my
mouth. Maybe that will make him want more later on.
    “God Ella, what you do to me. I want to fuck
you hard right now. You have no idea,” he whispers in my ear as he
pulls me up.
    “Carry on then.”
    He puts his hand down my pants and starts
working me fast and hard all the while gripping my breasts with his
other hand biting through my clothing.
    “Oh God Ryder,” I moan.
    He jams two fingers in me and that is it, I
explode around him releasing my moans into his mouth, hoping no one
can hear me.
    “Jesus, you are beautiful and fuckin’
amazing,” he says.
    “Hey Ryder, brother you in there?” One of the
guy’s voices gets louder.
    “Yeah, we’ll be right out. Just gettin’
ready.”
    “K man.”
    “Get ready Ella. I’ll go on out,” he says,
walking out the door buck ass naked.
    I wash my face, reapply my makeup, and style
my hair. I go into the bedroom and look at the choice of outfits I
picked out to wear. I finally choose a purple deep v neck tank-top,
paired with my faded tight hip hugging jeans and a black studded
belt and my peep toed stilettos. I hear a knock on the door and
then it opens. I turn to see who it is and stare at Ryder. Holy
Crap he is fine.
    “Holy fuck Ella, You need to change,” he
demands.
    “Why?” I think I look good and the part to be
his woman.
    “Jesus babe, you look hotter than a fuckin’
volcano. You need to change or we won’t make it through the party
without me fuckin’ you in front of everyone,” he growls. Umm. I
like that idea. Wait what? Did I really? No, not in front of
people, I just like the idea of fucking him.
    “This is all I have to wear, Ryder,” I
say.
    “Well you need to put on something else. I am
not havin’ you going out there with my boys looking like that and
knowin’ what they will all be thinkin’ about,” he says.
    “Well too bad.” I don’t think I like jerk
Ryder, but I kind of like the jealous side he’s showing. I storm
out past him and join the party.
    I go to the fridge and started pouring my
wine when I look around and notice all the women here are drinking
beer. So I re-cork my wine and put it back in the fridge. I get a
Corona for myself and try to twist the top off but can’t do it. I
feel a strong set of familiar arms curl around me and take the
bottle out of my hands.
    “G.I. Jane can’t take this off? It’s a pop
off babe,” he laughs.
    “That is so not funny Ryder. Stop making fun
of me,” I say, getting mad at him.
    “I’m sorry. Here drink up,” he says.
    “Why? Are you trying to get me drunk so you
can get into my pants?” I ask, with a snarl. I know full well that
he doesn’t want to get in there.
    “You know I want in your pants, but not yet,”
he says.
    For most of the night, I mingle around the
crowd with Ryder and he introduces me to most everyone here.
Diesel, Pepper and his old lady Abbi, Buckshot and Lemon, Dodge and
Lily, Vaden and Mya, Digger, Spider, and Bishop. Of course I
already know Axel and Gunner. There are a few other women there
that Ryder doesn’t introduce me to, but I don’t really have to ask
why because of the slutty way they’re dressed and how they are
behaving towards the men. It’s pretty safe to say that they aren’t
any of the guy’s old ladies.
    I’m starting to feel a little buzzed so I sit
down with some of the girls at the table and we all chat for a
while. I know they like to talk about how they did it the night
before or how they did it that day or how they did it on the way
here. I mean really! I feel like a real idiot not being able to
join in the discussion with them because we haven’t DONE IT
YET!
    Macie, the tall blonde who looks like she is
straight out of a Playboy magazine, and the one glaring daggers at
me, is the last one at the table with me. I’m feeling a