Force (The Disciples 5)

“Prospect. Bring these to Blade and Eve’s house.” He takes my beautifully wrapped bags and tosses them at the guy who thankfully catches them.

“Ryder, they’re fragile.” I hold out my hands as if that can help save my pretty pink and blue tissue paper and bags from being squished. The adorable pacifiers that are swinging from the ribbons probably don’t stand a chance.

Perfect.

“On it, Ryder.” I almost groan as I watch him get onto his bike, crushing the bags.

“Let’s go.” Ryder straddles his bike and looks around.

That sick sensation returns to the pit of my stomach.

Pulling his jacket more tightly around me, I climb on the back and encircle his waist with my arms. He starts up the bike and the rumble goes straight to my sensitive core.

I squeeze him and try to move, because this is… He looks back, with a huge grin, and I die a little. I wish I had Gia’s camera—I could capture him like this.

“What’s wrong?” he asks all innocently as I inch closer to him.

“You know exactly what’s wrong,” I yell over the loud noise.

As he revs it up, I bite my poor lip, which I tore open last night.

We take off and I lean my head on his back, trying to ignore the vibration between my legs. After last night and this morning, it’s a miracle I can walk.

I want to be mortified that he made me squirt, but I’m not. Not gonna lie—it was the best orgasm of my life. Ryder takes me to the very edge, and at that moment when I think I’ll go over, he brings me back and starts once again. No wonder Cindy is obsessed. I mean, I’d like to think I’m the only woman he’s done these things to, but that takes skill, practice. Great. Now I can’t stop wondering if he made Cindy squirt.

The bike pulls up to a gorgeous house at the top of the canyon. Balloons are everywhere. The front door is open.

Ryder pulls up and turns off the bike. Clinging to him, I wonder if Gia’s inside.

“Julianna, this is stupid. I’m taking you home,” he says gruffly.

Taking a deep breath, I let go of him and remove the helmet.

“I’m fine.” With a huff, I jump off the bike and grab his shoulder for support.

He peers around as if he’s looking for someone, but he does this a lot, so I’m starting to get used to it.

Wrapping his hand around the back of my neck, he brings me close to him. “Go have fun, and call me when you’re done.”

“Did you make Cindy squirt?” As soon as I say it, I want to take it back, because if he says yes, I might puke. His eyes narrow as he lets go of my neck.

“Didn’t I tell you before not to ask me any questions?”

I step back, needing to get away from him. It’s not like I’m delusional and don’t know that he’s fucked a lot of women. But last night was different from just sex. That requires trust, and if he had that with Cindy… I look over at the house.

“Don’t worry about picking me up. I’ll have Gia bring me back.”

“Christ.” His voice demands that I look at him. “I did not make Cindy squirt, but it shouldn’t matter.” And this time I have to swallow back the acid coming up.

Thank God.

I nod and try to smile. “You’re right. It shouldn’t matter, but it does.” I turn to walk up the stairs, wanting to find a corner, hoping no one notices me.

“Julianna,” he says.

“What?” I snap, turning to look at him.

“I bring you home, not Gia. Don’t test me on this.” He starts up the bike.

There’s laughter and music playing inside. Reluctantly I turn to go in, absently admiring the desert landscape that covers the front yard as I walk on the cute brick path that leads to the front door. Two giant flowerbeds are on either side, along with a wheelbarrow overflowing with flowers.

“Hey, Dewey.” I smile as I enter.

“Julianna.” He looks at Ryder’s jacket and breaks into a big grin. “All the girls are over there.” He points at the giant glass windows and huge French doors that lead to the porch area, revealing an incredible view of the San Fernando Valley.

“Thank you, Dewey. Is Gia here yet?” Glancing around, I wonder why I thought this was going to be a big party. From what I can see, there are maybe ten of us.

“Nope, not yet.” He smiles again as a pretty woman walks up and takes his hand.

“Julianna, this is my girlfriend Memphis. This is Ryder’s old lady.” He smiles down at her.

“Hi,” is all she says.

Nodding, I step into the house. It’s gorgeous, with shiny hardwood floors and an open floorplan. Sure, her kids’ toys are scattered about, but the furniture and art on the walls are stunning, and no doubt expensive.