Free The Beginning—A Duet: Ryder & Two Worlds Colliding by Jani Kay

never late for an appointment.
    We should probably all have gone inside, but I couldn’t bring myself to break up the fun the three of them were having. Isabella had just started walking and she loved tumbling on the freshly mowed lawn when Jamie pretended to chase her. That made Mia, who hadn’t been sleeping well at all, laugh out loud. I could see it brought her temporary relief from our fucked up situation away from the club. Fun wasn’t something we experienced often.
    Mia and I worried about the other club members and their safety. But I knew it was best for us to be here, away from imminent danger. Unless, of course, we were located by the rival gang—or the cops. Life sucked.
    Hopefully they’d be just fine in the time I was dealing with Jade. I laid a kiss on Mia’s forehead and told her to be vigilant while I was gone. She nodded solemnly, her eyes sad as she watched me hug each of the kids before I went indoors.
    I heard the familiar clicking of heels come up the pathway and smiled to myself as I went to open the door. Jade made a grand entrance every time she came to the house. She was like a fucking whirlwind. It was hard to ignore her presence when she was around. She was always polite and sweet to Mia and especially to the kids. I frowned. Somehow I seemed to piss her off and she turned all snarky when she spoke to me. Well, the feeling was mutual.
    Sure as hell, she’d be busting my balls again. Pushing every button to drive me crazy till I wanted to grab hold of her. I hadn’t had pussy in weeks, my balls were aching for release. I wasn’t fond of D.I.Y., I’d much rather fuck a bitch than take matters into my own hands.
    I was on edge, from everything going down at the club, from not having been able to go for a long bike ride in weeks, and from lack of pussy. A sick Mia and looking after her and the kids had definitely taken its toll. The cure to calm me down was usually a hard, mindless fuck, and I was in desperate need of one.
    I jerked the door open before she could knock. The surprise on her face was priceless. But then I sucked in a breath. Standing in front of me, she wore a tight as hell white button down shirt and an even tighter fucking pencil skirt. Her blond hair was swept up into a sophisticated bun, yet the soft tendrils that refused to be contained, softened her face and curled on her neck. Her juicy lips were glistening in the sunlight. She’d obviously applied that lip-gloss shit. I could even smell it from here. Strawberry. Fuck me.
    I glared at her. Half of the buttons on her shirt were undone and from where I stood, I could actually look down her top and see her tits, barely constrained and pushed up from the sexy white lacy bra that peeked out.
    Jesus Christ. Princess bitch had better guard her pussy, or she’d be my next fuck.
    A lump in my throat and a hard lump in my jeans prevented me from speaking. I growled, and took a step backward to let her in. The air that whooshed past my nostrils as she scraped past me smelled of vanilla and strawberry. My cock jerked as her arm brushed my chest. Fuck.
    As usual, she had the annoying clipboard plastered to her side. She was wearing reading glasses today. It looked sexy as fuck on her.
    “I’ll make this quick,” she said, hardly looking in my direction.
    I’m not sure why, but it annoyed the living crap out of me—both the fact that she avoided looking at me, and that she was in a hurry—as if she had somewhere better to be.
    “Why in a rush?”
    “None of your damn business,” she snapped. Yeah, she was in top form today.
    “Somewhere better to be?” I baited her. For some fucking juvenile reason I wasn’t resting till I knew why she was so desperate to get away. After all, it was her idea to do the ridiculous inspections. Yeah, I was riled up. I clenched my fists, ready to smack something. Hard.
    Her eyebrow rose as she appraised me for a second. “As a matter of fact, yes.”
    Stunned by her frankness, I took a step