Free Wilde Ride by Maegan Lynn Moores Page B

glaring daggers at me, is the last one at the table with me. I’m feeling a little inadequate compared to Macie’s Double Ds.
    “So how did you meet?” she asks, with a bit of jealousy in her tone.
    “I was out running one day and I banged into a light pole.”
    “And when she woke up I was there with her. I thought about her every day after for a year. Then she walked into my bar one night about two weeks ago, and I knew I couldn’t go another night without her being mine,” he finishes, speaking for me.
    Wow I love him!
    “Wow that sounds soooooo sweet.” You can totally hear the sarcasm in her voice. “I bet she won’t be as good as me, Ryder baby,” she purrs.
    “Get the fuck out,” Ryder spits out at her.
    “I can make you feel better than any little virgin ever will,” she seductively says to Ryder.
    “Been there, done that, it was shit. Not doin’ it again,” he points out. “Now get the fuck out bitch, don’t make me tell you again!”
    “Fine, you know where I’ll be when you realize I’m right,” she says, as she heads for the door.
    “Don’t hold your breath. Why would he leave something he can make his and only his for something that has probably been with every guy here?”
    “Oh honey, you have no clue, do you? These guys like it that way, the dirtier the better. Your inexperience won’t keep him satisfied for long, and he will be lookin’ other places for satisfaction and I’ll be there.”
    With that she leaves and slams the door behind her. Seriously, what a fucking bitch? I start for the door and grab on to the door knob when Ryder takes me in his arms.
    “Calm down, Ella,” he whispers in my ear.
    “Go fuck yourself, Ryder,” I say, pulling out of his arms.
    “What did I do?” he asks.
    “Well the better question is, who didn’t you do?” I hiss. I have never been so mad in all my life. I know she is right, so I think I am madder at myself for knowing that I won’t be able to keep him.
    “Babe, you’re hammered. Let’s talk about this in the mornin’,” he suggests.
    “Yeah, whatever,” I say, walking away from him.
    Over the next few hours, my anger subsides and we sit around drinking, talking, laughing and basically having a great time.
    When everyone else leaves, I go to the bathroom and take all my makeup off and brush my teeth. I change into the baby doll lingerie set I brought with me for Ryder. I feel horrible about getting upset with him earlier. I know she was just being a bitch and trying to cause trouble. I enter the bedroom and Ryder is sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He looks up at me and his eyes change within seconds from sleepiness to wanting.
    “Fuck me. You are so fuckin’ sexy, Ella.” He jumps up and grabs me by the waist, pulling me to the bed.
    “Oh God, Ryder, I’m sorry for earlier. I know she is right and I think that is what makes me so mad. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you,” I kiss him to show him how sorry I am. He pulls back with a pissed off look.
    “What the fuck Ella? She is so wrong. Do you think I would want to spend one fuckin’ second with something like that? She is a cold, dead fuck. You have given me more pleasure than anyone I have ever been with and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he says.
    “Ok well I hope you are right. Can we finally find out if it will be enough for you?” I ask. I am so ready to have sex with Ryder. Bring it on!
    “Ella, don’t do that. You are more than enough for me. I am more scared that I’m not enough for you,” he says. I slowly walk over to him and cradle his face in my hands.
    “Ryder, you are what I want for the rest of my life. I want you to make love to me,” I say.
    “I can’t Ella, not yet.”
    “What do you mean? Why? Is it really that bad for me to be a virgin that you don’t want to touch me?” I was getting mad and upset at the same time. He could see the tears filling my eyes.
    “Not when we’re drunk. I want it to be