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

back. “Yeah? Where?” Jesus, I couldn’t just let it go. I felt like grabbing her and shaking the goddamn truth out of her. Usually I couldn’t give a fuck what other people did, as long as they left me the fuck alone. Why did I even care?
    “What I said seconds ago. None. Of. Your. Goddamn. Business.”
    I followed her around the house. Shit, I was sulking like a kid. Even my dick went limp.
    Her phone rang. She quirked an eyebrow when she saw the caller I.D. I watched as a blush spread over her neck and up her cheeks. Fuck. It’s a guy. Fucking asshole.
    She didn't answer, letting it go to voicemail.
    “It’s a date, isn’t it? With a guy.” I was worse than a dog with a bone.
    She laughed. Actually thought it was funny. Fuck me.
    “If you must know, I don’t date girls .”
    She thought that was funny? My blood started racing through my veins. “So it is a date then? With a guy?”
    “Yes, Ryder. With a guy .”
    She avoided my eyes. The pink of her cheeks intensified. Nervously, she licked her lips. I clenched my teeth. Who the fuck is he? Some rich, spoiled, Ivy League fucker with a flashy car and fancy tastes. Yeah. I knew the type.
    Everything I never wanted to be.
    “So, is he your boyfriend?” My eyebrows rose of their own accord, my arms folded across my chest. Waiting.
    She shrugged. “Kind of.” Her eyes were avoiding mine.
    “Kinda? What the hell answer is kinda ? Either he is, or he isn’t .” I exploded, letting the breath I’d held in huff right out.
    My eye started twitching. Jesus, that hadn’t happened in ages.
    Why did she have this affect on me?
    “Hope you’re going to change out of that tight shirt. And skirt.”
    “Ryder. You’re not my father. I can dress how I want to. I can date who I want to. I’m an adult, remember?”
    “Christ, Princess. It’s not your father I want to be. Unless you have daddy issues you want me to help you with. I’ll gladly pull you over my knee and spank the living shit out of you for being a naughty girl, before I fuck you.”
    “Could you be any more caveman ? Pounding your chest and grunting. That approach may have worked for you before, but frankly it does nothing for me.” She rolled her eyes at me, her fists in tight balls. Cheeky. Feisty too. I liked that, it made me hard. Again.
    “Yeah? I bet if I stuck my fingers under your tight skirt and felt your panties they’d be soaked . I bet you’d love me to drag you off to my cave by the hair and fuck you.” She gasped, her eyes widening. I was fucking fifteen again .
    “You wish,” she bit back, her eyes sparkling. My cock jerked in my jeans.
    Fuck, I loved a challenge.
    “Ever had a real man, Princess? A man that makes you want to please him? A man who takes such good care of you, in every way, fucking you senseless till you can’t think straight? Well, let me know when you’re ready.”
    “ Never . Not going to happen in this lifetime.” She bit her bottom lip. “You’re not my type . I don’t do bikers .”
    I grabbed her arm. “Fuck. You play dirty. That was low. Even for you.”
    “Yeah? Well let me go, so I can get out of here. We don’t like one another. That’s clear enough.” Her lower lip was trembling.
    Maybe I was getting to her like she was getting to me?
    The green eyed monster wouldn’t let me go. He drove me fucking crazy; fucking with my mind. I gritted my teeth. “I’m not letting you go till you fucking tell me about your boyfriend. And guess what? I’m going to fuck you. Just so you can compare a real man to your boy.”
    Her eyes went wild. She slapped me so hard my head cracked sideways. Good. I liked that my face stung. It made the burn in my guts less intense.
    “That’s the second time you’ve slapped me. But that’s OK. I’m used to horsepower between my legs. I like my women strong and full of kick. So be ready, darling, for the ride of your life. I guarantee it will be nothing short of spectacular.”
    She drew in a sharp breath.