Brazen (Motorcycle Club Romance): Ryder and Sawyer 2 (Fallen Idols Motorcycle Club Book 6) (2 page)

THREE

Sawyer

It had only been a few weeks since I’d been back, but it was as if I’d never left. Mom was still riding my ass about my life, even though she just had life saving surgery. And Ryder and I had almost picked up where we left off. The only thing that was different was the sex.

It was hot. Scorching hot. As inexperienced teenagers, it was amazing, but that’s only because I had no idea what I had been missing. His endurance was record-breaking, and the way he worked every inch of my body was absolutely mind shattering.

So, when I got his text, I didn’t waste a single second. I drove to his place, and let myself in, using the spare key he kept hidden beneath a broken board on his porch since he was in high school.

The smell of tobacco and leather, a combination I always found comforting, lingered through the house. I smiled as my eyes swept over a picture of his dad on the wall.

His dad had left this house to him in his will, and Ryder and I had planned to live here together. As I put my bag on the kitchen table, I wondered what my life would’ve been like if I’d never taken off that night. If I had actually told Ryder the truth. God knows he wouldn’t have let me go if he knew.

I pushed the thoughts away, and headed toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of my clothes for him to follow. Tonight wasn’t about the “what if’s”. Tonight was about the present.

I hung my bra from his doorknob, and stripped out of my thong, holding onto it. His blue comforter was still kicked to the edge of the bed from when we made love that morning. I didn’t bother pulling it back into place, because it would only wind up in the same spot.

The front door opened, and he called my name. I crawled onto the bed, and twirled my panties around my finger. His footsteps were heavy on the floor, and I could hear his amused laugh from down the hall. 

He tapped the door open, and leaned back against the frame. “What are you doing?” he asked, sporting the sexiest smile I’d ever seen. Desire consumed his eyes, and that look alone shot heat to my core.

I held my finger up, twirling the little bit of material around. “Naked and wet, just like you asked for.  You have one place left on your trail.”

Ryder stripped off his cut, and tossed it on his dresser. “And where might that be?” He pulled his shirt over his head, and I inhaled at the sight. I swore to myself that one day I would get used to seeing his beautifully sculpted chest, but still, every single time, I was in awe.

I lowered my hand, and dragged the lacy material across my pussy. “It’s the grand prize, and all yours for the taking.”

“I want to bury my face in your pussy so bad, but I need a shower.”

His mouth was saying one thing, but his eyes were saying something completely different.

“I like you dirty.” I slid my hand across my chest, circling my nipple, before dragging my finger down my stomach, and over my mound. I dipped a finger into my slick folds, and bit my lip at the welcomed intrusion. “Mmm,” I moaned, as I worked my finger in and out of my aching body, before I finally withdrew it, trailing it back up my body, and stopping at my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the tip of my finger, and Ryder undid his belt. He was too easy. I got up on all fours, and crawled to the end of the bed, reaching for him. My finger hooked into his belt loop, and I yanked him toward me, helping him unzip his pants.

He slapped my ass, and I squealed, as my skin burned from his hand, igniting the heated desire inside of me. I needed to taste him. To have him in my mouth.

I pushed his pants down, and his cock sprung free. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, and angled it to the right position. He was rock hard, showing me how much he wanted me, and I loved it.

The tip of his cock glistened with pre-cum, and I dabbed my tongue against it, lapping up every drip, desperate for more. I dragged my tongue down his length, and then closed my lips around him, taking every inch into my mouth.

He knotted his hands in my hair. “Oh fuck, Sawyer.”

“Mmm,” I groaned, and he shoved deep to the back of my throat. His hands kneaded my ass as he rocked in and out of my mouth.

I cupped his balls, massaging them as I trailed my tongue along his shaft, and circled his tip. His grip on my ass tightened, and I moved my hand to his base, twisting and sliding my hand up and down in sync with my mouth.

“I’m gonna come,” he said, and I picked up speed, working every inch of his glorious cock. I felt it pulse against my tongue, and I sucked as I pulled up.

“Fuck!” he yelled, as he gushed into my mouth.

The hot, salty liquid hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it, and licked him clean.

He grabbed the back of my head, and urged me to look at him. His gaze was intense and relaxed all at the same time.

I smiled up at him. “How about that shower?”

FOUR

Sawyer

Dinner was in the oven, and I was picking up clothes from Cruz’s floor. I bought him a hamper almost two weeks ago, so you would think that he’d start to use it. At least he stopped locking his door on me. Once he realized I wouldn’t do his laundry unless I could get to it, he finally caved.

I wanted him to know he could trust me, so I didn’t snoop. I went in, gathered his dirty clothes, and got out. He had a tendency of leaving pens in his pocket, and after one too many ruined shirts, I started checking them before tossing them in the wash.

I stuck my hand in the pocket to his jeans, and didn’t find a pen, but my hand hit something. I pulled it out, and fell back onto the couch, staring at the small plastic bag of white powder. 

Shock froze me in place, and I just sat there, holding the bag in disbelief. The timer to the stove began to buzz, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t take my eyes away. I kept thinking, if I stared a little longer, it would disappear, or turn into Kool-Aid. Clearly, my mind was playing tricks on me because there was no way my baby brother had coke in his pocket.

The door opened, and I panicked, shoving the tiny baggie into my own pocket. Cruz and Evie walked in, and I should’ve ripped him a new one right then and there, but, once I confronted him, there was no denying the reality. I wasn’t ready for it yet.

“Hi, guys,” I said, straightening, and trying to ignore the little packet in my pocket that was weighing heavy on my mind.

Cruz smiled as I tossed his pants into a basket. “You’re doing laundry. Thank God. I’m out of socks.”

“What did you do before I got here?” I asked.              

“You’re spoiling him,” Evie joked, and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her in close.

“What’s that beeping?” Cruz asked.

“Crap, that’s dinner. Evie, would you mind taking the chicken out of the oven?”

Ignoring the problem wasn’t going to fix anything. Logically, I knew that. I just needed to know what the hell my little brother was doing with drugs before I acted.

“Sure,” she said with a smile.

Cruz grabbed her hand, and didn’t let go. “She’s a guest.”

“She’s here more than I am. She’s not a guest anymore. She’s family.”

Evie twirled into Cruz, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m family,” she cooed, and skipped into the kitchen.

Cruz turned to follow her, and I reached into my pocket. “Want to explain this?” I asked, holding up the white powder.

He snatched it from my hand, his eyes wild with panic and anger. “You sneaking through my shit?”

“I don’t have to sneak when you leave it in your pocket. What the
fuck
are you doing, Cruz?”

His jaw tightened, and he tipped his head from left to right.

“Are you snorting or dealing?” I asked, knowing either answer would destroy me. “Huh?” My voice rose, and I stepped to him, shoving his chest. I was so fucking angry with him for being so goddamned stupid. 

He grabbed my wrist, and pushed it into me. “Mind your own fucking business.” 

I looked over my shoulder to make sure Evie wasn’t done in the kitchen yet. She might be family, but she didn’t need to see this. Unless she already knew, and then I’d beat her ass, too.

“You’re my brother, and whether you like it or not, you are my fucking business. Now, you’re going to listen to me. This,” I held up the bag. “Is going to stop right now. I swear to God if I find any evidence that you’ve been dealing or snorting this shit up your nose, I…”

“You’re going to what?”  He puffed his chest out, and I wanted to smack that fucking smirk off his face.

“Dinner’s ready,” Evie said, bouncing back into the living room. She froze when she saw Cruz and I squared off. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“Nothing. We’re leaving,” Cruz snarled, and grabbed her hand.

“But the chicken looks really good,” Evie said, giving me a curious eye.

“I’ll buy you a fucking chicken. Let’s go.”

Evie glanced back at me, but I shrugged. Two seconds later, the door slammed.

I was losing my brother, and I was losing him fast. I couldn’t help him because he wouldn’t let me. I didn’t know how much trouble he was in, but the thing was, I didn’t think he knew either.

What I did know was, I wasn’t going to stand back and watch my baby brother destroy his life.

***

Ryder was off on club business, so I made Mom a plate, and had dinner with her. She was still recovering, but getting stronger every day.

“How’s Ryder?” Mom asked, since he seemed to be her favorite topic.

I forked a piece of chicken into my mouth. “He’s good.”

“I’m so happy to see you two together again.”

She paused, not completing her sentence, and I knew she had more to say.

“But?” I asked.

She rested her hands on the table and frowned. “But, what about New York? This was only supposed to be temporary.”

I didn’t answer her because I didn’t know the answer. I had a life in New York. A job. Friends. My own place. I loved New York, but I always felt like a fish out of water there. Floundering around in a city that I never quite understood. Every day, I’d see hundreds of people, but each face got lost in a crowd, and I never saw them again. At the time, it was exactly what I needed. No one knew me, and the secrets I had were all mine.

I never let anyone in. My friends didn’t even know the real me, just the girl I pretended to be, and I liked it that way. I dated a bit, but nothing stuck. Usually, after one date, I realized that no matter what they did, they’d never live up to Ryder, and I wouldn’t answer their calls after that. I didn’t mind being single, though.

I still had a job in New York if I wanted it. Vicky, my boss, who knew the most about me just because of the documents I showed her to get the job, said as long as she was there I was welcome.

In Brooks Landing, however, these people knew me my whole life. There was no hiding.

Yet, the longer I spent in Brooks Landing, the more it began to truly feel like home again. My soul felt at peace here. The one place I swore I’d never return to was the only place that ever made me feel like I belonged. I might have run from the club life, but it was always a part of me. I missed the camaraderie, the built in support system, but, most of all, I missed the feeling of belonging.

Mom patted my hand. “Just something to think about,” she murmured, and got up to clear her plate.

“Mom, no, I got it.”

“I had surgery. I’m not paralyzed,” she said, ignoring my hand, and walking right to the sink where she stubbornly began to scrub her dish. “I’ll clean up here, you go.”

“I got it,” I argued, but she took my plate from my hand, and urged me toward the door. “You have a man who is probably waiting to see you.”

“He’s working,” I tried to explain, but Mom, being an Old Lady, filled in the blanks.

“Then, you go down to the bar, and wait for him to get done.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a lapdog that jumps at his beck and call.”

“Being there for someone after a long day of work has nothing to do with that. It’s about support, and showing them you care enough to want to be there for them.”

The woman made a good point.

“But, will you be okay?” 

She held up a wooden spoon. “You ask me one more time, and so help me.”

I held my hands up in surrender. “Sorry.” I kissed her cheek. “Call me if you need me.”

I grabbed my purse and my keys, said good-bye to Mom one more time, and then finally left. I pulled onto the street, and caught a black Lincoln Town Car in my rearview mirror.

Was I being tailed?

I made the next left, and watched as the car did the same. Testing my theory, I made a few more random turns, and sure enough, the Town Car made the exact same turns, always staying about four car lengths behind me. I gripped the steering wheel. Why me? And what the fuck was I supposed to do now? After driving around aimlessly for a few more seconds, the Town Car sticking with me, I decided to head back to the main road, driving until I spotted a gas station, and turned into it, assuming he wouldn’t follow me into a public place.