Free Rogue (Bad Blooded Rebel Series) by Mellie George Page A

I
quickly towel dried my hair and got dressed in a matching purple bra and panty
set (hopefully Ryder wouldn’t destroy these panties…they were my favorite), a
pair of black leggings, and a turquoise blue sweater dress. I twisted my damp
hair into a messy bun on top of my head and clipped a turquoise flower in it,
tossed on some mascara and lip gloss, and left my room to start breakfast.
    Once I was in the kitchen I immediately
roamed the cabinets to see what kind of food I had. I found the ingredients for
French toast so I decided to make that. Once I mixed the eggs and started to
dip the bread into the egg wash, I started to feel a little bit better. This
was one of my dad’s favorite breakfast foods and instead of feeling sad, I was
happy to be sharing this with Ryder. It had been too long since I had made
this.
    I kept myself busy frying the French
toast and some sausage that I didn’t even notice Ryder stroll into the kitchen
until I took a breath and caught a whiff of his cologne. “What smells fucking
amazing in here?” he asked, coming behind me and kissing my neck.
    “I-I’m making F-French toast,” I
stammered as his tongue lightly grazed the vein on my neck.
    “I’d rather taste you instead,” he said,
licking and lightly sucking the spot under my ear.
    “C-come on, Ryder, the food is going to
burn,” I said. “Behave yourself.”
    He laughed against my hypersensitive
skin causing me goose bumps. With a quick nip at my ear lobe he backed away
from me. “I’ll be a good boy for now. I can’t promise I will be after we eat
though. I might misbehave so bad that you will have to spank me,” he said, and
I nudged him in the stomach.
    I giggled and said, “Keep it up and I might,
rock star.”
    He chuckled and playfully tugged at my
ear. “Is there anything I can help you with?” Ryder asked, placing his hand on
the small of my back.
    “No, I have it all under control. This
is my way of thanking you for everything you’ve done so you just sit down at
the table and don’t do anything but eat what I put in front of you,” I said.
    Ryder placed his hand under my chin and
turned my face to his. “Okay then, I want you naked on my plate covered in
whipped cream,” he said, smiling a wicked smile. “I’ll eat that up all day
long.”
    “Ryder!” I exclaimed, redness flushing
my cheeks. “You are so bad. Go sit down.”
    He laughed at my expression and said,
“Whatever you say,” before kissing my lips quickly and walking over to the
kitchen table. “So, what else did you want to do today after we have
breakfast?”
    I took the sausage out of the skillet
and placed it onto a waiting plate. “I don’t know. I just thought I’d get
through this first and then decide. Why? Did you have something in mind?” I
asked, and then I laughed. I knew what Ryder would have in mind and it would
involve us being naked and sweaty all day.
    “Well, I’m pretty sure you can guess how
I would want to spend the day but I was actually asking for the guys.”
    I took off the last two pieces of French
toast out of the frying pan and added them to the stack. “The guys? Why?” I
asked, bringing the food over to the kitchen table and setting it down. “Did
they call you or something?”
    “Uh, yeah, right after I got out of the
shower. It’s getting harder to go around town without a hundred people
bothering all of us and they are going stir crazy being cooped up in the hotel.
Last night was the first time they all had been able to get out of the hotel
other than going to the funeral the whole time they’ve been here. They were
wondering if they could come over here and hang. John and the guys have a
pretty tight perimeter set up around your house so no one should be bothering
anyone here.”
    At that moment it registered in my mind
that I hadn’t really been bothered by cameras since Ryder got back…at least not
up close anyway. I smiled at the thought that John was busy taking care of me
just as much