Unchain My Heart(22)
I turned and soaped my hands to wash his cock, laughing. In a sing-song TV commercial tune I sang, “All good and clean and fresh, tra-la-la.” I winked. “All ready for later.”
“Princess, you’re insatiable. I fucking love it.” He grinned.
As we dried ourselves, I couldn’t help thinking what a lucky woman I was. Ryder made me happy. It was priceless.
Leaving Ryder in the bathroom, I pulled on a black halter-neck dress and matching uber high heels, sans underwear. I twisted my hair into locks and swept them to one side over my shoulder. Add dangling earrings and red lips, and I was ready for a night out with my man.
Just as I sprayed perfume around my cleavage, Ryder emerged from the dressing room wearing black slacks only.
“Fuck me, Princess, you’re definitely not wearing that out tonight.”
I twirled for him. “Why, what’s wrong with what I’m wearing? Not pretty enough?”
He frowned. “Too fucking sexy. Every man who sees you will have an instant hard-on. And I don’t want Max drooling over you.”
“Seriously? I'm wearing this tonight—for you.” I smiled, twirling a blond lock around my finger as I licked my lips seductively. Men are so easy to please.
“Princess, how the hell do you expect me to keep it in my pants? I just wanna rip it off already and we haven’t even left the room. Maybe I’ll just call Max and tell him we’re staying in?” He lifted an eyebrow as if that was a serious question.
“Ryder, you can rip the dress off when we get back, okay? But now we are running late and Rebecca hates that. So get a shirt on and let’s go.”
He groaned, and turned to get a shirt, but not before lifting the dress and biting my ass cheek. I squealed, the simultaneous pain and pleasure making my pussy clench.
“Damn, I may need panties after all,” I mumbled as I found some in the drawer.
“Yeah. I'd prefer you having underwear on when meeting Max. I’ll take them off later.”
“Promise?”
“Guaranteed. And the best part is, you won’t know when I plan to do it. It will be our little game.”
He slipped on a crisp white dress-shirt and did up the buttons. My mouth gaped as I watched. Ryder had never looked so smart, so edgy and so delectable. The shirt stretched over his muscles, hiding his ink, and with his hair loose and sexy around his face instead of the ponytail I was accustomed to, it made me swallow hard. If Ryder was worried about men checking me out, I was doubly so about women coming on to my sexy-as-sin biker. He exuded raw sexual magnetism in every move he made; I was the one who was going to have a hard time controlling myself.
“Like what you see, Princess?” He smiled at me with a wicked twinkle in his eyes.
I nodded. “Oh, yes. Very much.” He slung his jacket over his shoulders. Fuck me. Literally. Now I was the one who wanted to stay in and screw the rest.
I took a few steps closer till I was standing directly in front of him. I reached out and grabbed his balls in my hand. “And just so we are clear,” I said while I narrowed my eyes at him, “these are mine. You are mine, so this cock is mine.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, Princess, I love when you own it.”
“Damn straight.” I snorted, squeezing hard so he could feel the pain.
Chapter Sixteen — Jade
Maxwell Grant was everything I’d expected and more. Tall and elegant, with broad shoulders and a square jaw, he was imposing at first glance, yet his smile was warm and genuine, quickly putting me at ease.
“Jade, I’ve heard so much about you, I feel as if I already know you.” Maxwell took my hand in his and kissed it while Ryder stood by, watching closely, his arm possessively around my waist. I batted my eyelashes and smiled.
God, what a catch.
“Same here. Between Rebecca and Ryder, I think I know your life story,” I gushed.
Maxwell laughed, an easy, relaxed sound. “Is that right?”
He reached out and grabbed Ryder’s hand and pulled him into a man-hug. “Great to see you, brother,” he grinned, “and I see exactly why you are so . . . besotted.”
My cheeks burned. What has Ryder told Maxwell about me?
“Let’s have a drink before we go,” Maxwell said as he walked to the elegant dark, wooden bar in the far corner of the living room. Ryder steered me after his brother, his hand possessively on the small of my back. “What can I get you, Jade?”
“I’ll have a white wine please,” I said as I slipped onto the sleek chocolate-colored leather stool.
“Jack?” Maxwell asked Ryder, lifting the bottle to pour.
“Sure. Reminds me of our teenage years.” Ryder laughed. Max slid the glass over the smooth wood toward Ryder. I watched both men while they chatted casually, very much at ease with one another in spite of being separated for most of their lives.