The Beginning—A Duet: Ryder & Two Worlds Colliding (34 page)

Ryder was beautiful to look at, Razor not so much. Yet there was something about him that was sexy as hell. Was it because he didn’t care what anyone thought of him? He lived life by his own rules and really didn’t give a shit about other people’s opinions. The only two people who he’d ever concede to were Cobra and Ryder, and I didn’t doubt that if he really disagreed with either of them, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell them.

According to his reputation, he wouldn’t squirm to kill a man. I’d heard stories of his infamous razor blades imbedded into his boots. Razor wasn’t a man to be fucked with, so most people were wary when it came to him. Including me.

I’d seen the way he looked at me with lust in his eyes. The day I tried to seduce Ryder at the club, Razor was fucking me with his eyes. It edged me on to see how far I could push. Yet he backed down when he thought Ryder was going for me. We were both wrong. Funny how that worked. The man I wanted to fuck didn’t want to, and the one I was afraid of was eager.

His muscles flexed as he practically tripled around Ryder, pointing up to us. Ryder shook his head vehemently, holding Razor back by gripping his arm.
What’s all of that about?
Just why in hell where they here if they were going to stand in the fucking dark gawking at us all night?

I swung my hips to the rhythm of the music, gyrating and trying to look as seductive as possible. Jade giggled and followed my lead, clearly drunk, because sober Jade would rather have died than make such a public display of herself.

“Hey Lexi, this is fun,” she laughed, imitating me. I squeezed my tits together so that my cleavage was showing to it's best advantage. Beside me Rebecca gulped and whispered “Really?” while giving the moves a half hearted attempt.

Raising my arms in the air, I twirled a few times. “Fuuuck,” I heard Jade say as she tried it too. I laughed, it was unusual to hear my prissy cousin swear this much. She nearly stumbled on the third twirl, but before I could even grab her to steady her, three guys stepped in and grabbed each one of us around the waist.

Fuck. This was going to piss those Scorpio Stinger boys off something terrible. My plan was working better than even I anticipated. I only caught a glimpse of Jade’s cowboy trying to kiss her when I got a taste of my own. This guy was inked from his neck, across his broad shoulders and down his arms. Even his hands were tattooed. He was hot in a badass way, grinning at me as he checked out my tits without even trying to hide it. He swung me around and jerked my hips so that my ass crashed into his raging hard-on, then let out a groan as his lips settled on my neck.

“I'm gonna fuck you tonight, pretty babe. Been watching your moves. I can tell you are a slut in bed—just the way I like it.”

“Uh—huh,” I agreed, pushing my ass into him even harder as his hands traveled up my body and skimmed my breasts. I twisted around and placed my arms around his neck so that I could have a good look at him. His hard cock felt just fine, but I needed to see his face up close.

I peeked over at Jade. She had her head resting on Cowboy’s chest, her eyes closed, swaying to the rhythm of the slow song. My guy smiled before his head dipped and he kissed me. His hands cupped my ass as he held my body against his, his tongue invading my mouth. This was sure to get the MC boys to react.

All good.

I
f Ryder was going to stand there with his hands tied, mad as a spitting snake but not doing anything about it, that was his fucking problem. I'd watched the woman slam one shooter after the next, Ryder gripping my arm with brutal strength to hold me back. He was spewing some garbage about being there to observe only because he’d promised Max he would look out for Rebecca. Fuck that!

“I promised Max we wouldn’t interfere with Rebecca’s night out unless she was in trouble,” he said, but I could hear how close he was to losing it.

When the girls got up to dance, I’d clenched my fists and ground my teeth in an attempt to stay calm. “They’re fucking putting on a show,” I growled, feeling my heartbeat in my cock as the music thumped and Lexi moved her body in the most seductive way I’d ever seen. “You sure they don’t know we are here?”

“Nah. They don’t,” Ryder said, but I could hear the doubt creeping into his voice. His frown deepened as he squinted up at the mezzanine level. “We gotta rein it in boys.”

“Fuck sake, brother,” I complained. How the fuck could he just
stand
there, doing nothing? I was called a hothead—impulsive—but I like to think of it as being a
man of action
.

I drew in a sharp breath. A group of guys had just laid their paws on the girls. This wasn’t working for me. I had to stop this shit. The tattooed fucker pulled Lexi against his cock and dry humped her in front of me. Well, that was just asking for fucking trouble.

Rage seethed in me, my blood had reached boiling point. Ryder hissed beside me, his jaw clenching as veins popped on his forehead. He was going to have a fucking heart attack standing here. “Fucking cowboy,” He muttered under his breath. His self control was about to snap.

“Fuck, Rebecca’s dancing with a stranger. I say that qualifies to interfere,” Ratbag said, punching his own palm with his fist. Ratbag had the hots for Rebecca, it was plain in the way he watched her every move.

“I’m putting a stop to this fucking bullshit,” I growled as I pulled free from Ryder’s grip.

I’d wanted Lexi from the first moment she smiled at me, pulling a beer behind the bar at the Scorpio Stinger clubroom. Ox had been just as taken with her and we’d glared at one another across the room, eager to see who she’d choose. But no, this bitch had set her sights on Ryder. She flirted with our VP as if neither Ox nor I existed, so I decided to back down as see where things went before going after her.

Now I knew for certain that Ryder didn’t want her, I was going to stake my claim. Lexi was
mine
, even if she didn’t fucking know it yet. I was tired of fucking cat and mouse games. Tonight I was making her pussy mine—and only mine.

Ryder hadn’t tried to stop me. I pushed my way through the crowd on the dance floor until I reached the stairs up to the mezzanine. I took the stairs two by two, eager to get to my girl before any more damage was done. My gaze flew straight to Lexi and Tattoo Fucker. He had his hands on her ass and his tongue down her fucking throat. Jesus. Fuck. It was time Lexi found out that she was going to be mine.

“Back off, asshole,” I grunted as I reached Lexi. Jade looked up for a moment from where she was crushed against a cowboy’s chest. She was fucking drunk. Her eyes widened as she saw me storm down on their little party.
What’s taking Ryder so long to come kick cowboy’s ass?

Either the guy I spoke to didn’t hear me, or he was ignoring me. Big mistake. I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away from Lexi. Her eyes met mine—fearful for a moment when she realized it was me.

“Hey, fuckhead, what the fuck?” the tattooed guy complained. I didn’t have time for his bullshit. I flung him away from us so that he went head first into a crowd of dancing lunatics.

Lexi’s lips were bruised where this fucker had kissed her, the skin on her chin pink from his facial hair. The rage in me escalated a few notched higher. This would be the very last time another man touched Lexi.

I grabbed Lexi by the arm. “We need to talk, babe.” I grumbled, pulling her toward me.

Her eyes challenged mine. “Talk? What about Razor?” she said as sweetly as if I hadn’t just caught her with a man’s tongue down her fucking throat.

“Let’s get out of here first.”

For a second a horrified expression passed over her face. Then fists pounded my back relentlessly. I swung around.
I wish he hadn’t done that
. . . Did the fucker have a death wish? Did he not know who the fuck I was?

Nobody attacked Razor Malone and survived to tell the tale. Nobody. But tonight I had more important things to settle than to get in a fight with a dumb fuck. I wanted this over with quickly so I could get my attention back to Lexi.

With lighting speed I jabbed two fingers into his eyes. He screamed bloody murder—it made my head hurt. I silenced him by punching him in the throat. He gasped as all the air left his body, tumbling backward. This time the crowd were watching us, so they parted as if Moses had divided the sea. He landed at my feet.

The crowd—fueled by booze and adrenaline—cheered me on. They wanted to see a fight. I snorted. This was supposed to be a fancy place. These people had paid top dollar to get in here, all dressed up. Yet, they were no different to the people at a lowly scruffy bar in the bad neighborhoods in LA. They wanted a show. Blood even.

I placed my boot on the fucker’s chest, holding him down with my weight. I raised an eyebrow at Lexi. “Are we leaving or do I finish him off? Your call.” I yelled above the noise of the shouting mass. If she came with me now, this might not end badly for the man on the floor. He didn’t know it, but his life was in Lexi’s hands.

R
azor had come to claim me. Stunned that he was doing it so overtly, I licked my lips while taking in what just happened. His reputation didn’t bode well for the guy on the floor. While the biker was waiting for my answer, his heavy boot had shifted from the guy’s chest to his throat. He didn’t look as sexy with his eyes bulging out of his head, gasping for air, as when he was feeling me up.

I glanced around at Rebecca and Jade. This had gone a lot further than we’d anticipated. Rebecca had folded her arms across her chest in a protective way, her eyes like saucers. She probably wasn’t used to seeing men fight. I tried to find Jade in the sea of faces staring at me, but she wasn’t there. Frantic, I looked around for her. Then I noticed her being pulled up another flight of stairs by Cowboy. He was holding on to her, kissing her as he opened a door.

This was a point of no return for me. I knew what Razor was going to demand from me. I'd have to decide right this minute if I was going to totally give up on catching Ryder. What the fuck was Jade doing running off with Cowboy?
Was I right all along
? Was he really her type and was she seeing that now?

Maybe she didn’t want Ryder any longer, which meant he’d be crushed for a while, but then he’d be available again. I was all for being the girl to pick up the pieces of his broken heart. Deep down I believed that Ryder and I were a far better match than Ryder and Jade. I’d be his fucking
queen
, not just his princess.

Razor was glaring at me, waiting for an answer. “What’s it going to be, Lexi? Are you getting out of here with me?” He’d folded his burly arms across his chest, narrowing his eyes as he stared at me.

The longer we stood there, the harder he was pressing down on the guy’s windpipe. I don’t know why I’d thought that guy was sexy earlier, he was a pussy compared to Razor. He lay there trembling, virtually pissing his pants as his arms flailed and then dropped to his sides as he realized that struggling only made it worse. I definitely didn’t want a man like that—a man who didn’t even put up a decent fight. So I really didn’t care what Razor did to him. I was more interested in finding out what was happening with Ryder.

The crowd jeered and booed, disappointed that the fight had ended so soon.

“Lexi, do something. The guy’s turning blue in the face.” Rebecca leaned in so that she could talk directly into my ear. It would have been impossible to hear her voice over the noise otherwise.

“Razor, let him go. He’s just a pawn,” I said raising my chin in an assertive manner, “let’s not cause more trouble.”

“Yes, please.” Rebecca nodded, her voice filled with horror.

He looked at me for a while, rubbing his hand over the stubble on his chin. “Yep, you’re right. I see that now. It's just a game.” I looked down at the dude. He was lying so still I wouldn’t be surprised if he was dead already. It would’ve been kinda cool to see if the stories were true—if Razor really had blades in the tips of his biker boots. But I guessed Rebecca would freak the fuck out and faint, and I wasn’t in the mood for dealing with that right now.

“Listen fuckface, I'm going to remove my foot slowly. One fucking wrong move while you get up, and you’re dead, man. Now get the fuck out of here, before I change my mind,” he hissed.

Razor removed his foot. The guy’s hands flew to his throat as he spluttered for air. I could tell that he wasn’t going to cause any shit in a club ever again. He was history—I could care less what happened to him. A few bystanders helped him up and led him to a chair. He was lucky to be alive. The crowd that’d surrounded us had dissipated—they’d already found something better to amuse them.
Fickle bastards.

“So?” Razor said, raising his eyebrows. I was stalling and Razor knew it.

I looked toward the alcove, searching for Ryder. Was he still just standing there watching this spectacle? I had to know what my chances were before I made a decision.

Ryder was the only man who’d ever gotten me begging for his cock and refused me. I never begged; I was never refused. I got wet just thinking of Ryder fucking me, but he hadn’t wanted me.

Razor did.

This is so fucking screwed up.

Even now as I stood there, indecision turning my gut upside down, I needed to know what my chances were with Ryder. I was still wondering where he was, when he came storming toward me.

His eyes flared when he saw me and a smile crossed my face. Ryder looked as mad as hell, but he was coming for me.
Yes, me.
Maybe he’d realized that Jade wasn’t the girl for him—that I was the one who could make him happiest.

I liked Razor. Hell, if Ryder wasn’t around I could so do him and even become his old lady. And the way he was willing to kill a man for me, was a huge turn on. It pleased me that he was prepared to do that even before he’d fucked me or we were officially a couple.

But . . . Ryder, the man I’d been saving myself for by
not
fucking anyone else since I laid eyes on him, was finally coming for me. I could’ve had any and all of the boys at Scorpio Stinger MC, I saw the way they all looked at my tits and ass, especially Razor and Ox. But no, I wanted Ryder Knox. And until a minute ago, I'd thought he was lost to me.