Ride With The Devil (Devil's Riders 2)

And for some reason, she seemed to like him too.

He wanted to fuck her. She liked the attention. That was all it was.

But maybe, it was enough.

Maybe he should bed her.

He'd make it clear that it was just the once- one long night for him to get out all his frustrations. Or maybe a couple of times, until he got her out of his system.

That would give him time to explore her, to take her all the different ways he wanted to… yes, that was a much better plan.

He'd taste her first. Then once she was writhing in ecstasy, he'd slide into her body and wrap those long, elegant legs around his hips. Then he'd ride her, as hard as he wanted to.

He'd show her that he wasn't the sort of man to be trifled with. He would be rough, but not too rough. Afterwards he'd tell her to wait quietly until he wanted her again. It probably wouldn't take too long, given the state she'd put him in these last couple of days.

He'd take her from behind the next time. So he could see that sweet little ass up close. He almost lost his focus on the road at the thought.

His mind wandered again. Toward the end of the night he'd be gentle with her. Maybe he'd even let her be on top. She'd look good riding him. Then he'd drop her off at her house and that would be it.

She'd be out of his system. For good.

It was an excellent idea.

It was a terrible idea.

He knew Dev wouldn't like it if he treated his old lady's best friend as a disposable lay. Hell, he wouldn't like it either. The girl deserved more than that.

She was proud. He didn't want to humble her. That surprised him. He'd never thought about a woman's feelings before. Or his own.

Jack didn't allow himself to have feelings at all.

Best to leave her alone. It'd be safer for everyone. She was too delicate to handle what he wanted to dish out on her. And he didn't want to make those beautiful aqua eyes fill up with tears when he was done with her.

But when he parked in front of her house and stood up, his good intentions fled. She was staring up at him as she struggled to remove her helmet. He reached out and brushed her hands aside, easily opening the latch. Her hands stilled underneath his at the look on his face.

He could tell she was feeling it too- whatever this crazy feeling was.

Before he knew it, he'd hauled her up off the bike and into his arms. He grunted as her sweet little body pressed against the hard wall of his chest. Her breasts pressed into him as her eyes opened wide. His mouth was on hers before either one of them knew what was happening.

Dear God.

White hot lust pierced him as he plundered her sweet, willing mouth with his tongue. His hands were all over her, caressing, touching, feeling, until they settled on her bottom. Then everything changed.

He yanked her against his erection with tremendous force. His cock was practically burning a hole in his jeans. It was so eager to get to her it felt like it would chew its way out.

She made a startled little sound beneath him and reality came crashing back in. He tore his mouth away from hers with a soft curse and climbed back onto his bike. He felt her hand on his shoulder but shook it off.

"Wait- your helmet."

"Keep it."

He didn't turn to look at her. He realized suddenly that he was afraid to. Afraid of what he might do.

"Jack- why are you angry at me? I- I like you."

Her soft admission sent an odd feeling to the pit of his stomach. Something twisted open inside him. He pushed it down as hard as he could.

"You don't want to mess with a guy like me."

"What if I do?"

"Trust me. You don't."

He drove away without a backward glance. He wouldn't see her again. It was too risky.

If Dev asked him to escort her somewhere again, he'd explain that he didn't like the girl. That she got on his nerves with her flashy ways and girlish laughter. It was a lie but it didn’t matter.

It was better that way. Safer.

He drove away, satisfied that the matter was behind him.

But he couldn’t forget the one thing that had gotten past his defenses.

She'd been kissing him back like she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

Chapter Fifteen

Janet

He knew where she lived.

That was the first thought Janet had as she watched him ride away. He'd known without asking. He’d just driven her home, as if it were perfectly normal.

And then he’d kissed her. Not a normal kiss. A ferocious, soul deep, toe curling, hotter than actual Hades kiss.