his life, but it seemed totally inappropriate.
Mia’s eyes were heavy, I could see she was tired. I placed Isabella on the bed next to her mother and said my goodbyes—I definitely didn’t want to still be here when Ryder returned from the bathroom.
C hapter 13 ~ Jade
Friday night. I flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes for a moment, reliving the bizarre experience from that afternoon. I still had no more information on Ryder, other than he was a doting father and had a sexy wife, who he clearly couldn’t wait to spend alone-time with. Probably to make baby number three.
Somewhat reluctantly, I had to admit that they made a gorgeous couple and produced beautiful babies. Totally different to what his and my babies would look like. Mia carried the dominant genes: dark olive skin and raven hair and big brown eyes. Her DNA was powerful, because I saw very little of Ryder in the children, other than the dark hair they all had and the dimpled cheeks when they smiled.
If I had Ryder’s babies, I’d wan t them to have his piercing grey eyes. His dimple in their cheeks when they smiled. I wouldn’t mind if their hair was dark like his or blond like mine, I knew they’d be cute as hell.
Goddamn! What was I thinking? Having babies with R yder would mean I’d have to have sex with Ryder. Yet strangely, the idea was not as awful as I’d initially thought. There was something about him that got my panties damp. I’d never believed the notion that women were drawn to badass men. I was sure I’d never be that dumb. Bad boys weren’t my style.
But my treacherous body was betraying me, showing me that I was like most other women. Since all six foot two of taut muscles and bad attitude had walked into my office that day, I hadn’t been able to think of anything else other than Ryder—his eyes, his lips, him on top of me…
A n image of him fucking Mia played in my mind. Her big breasts luring him, his hands all over her velvety skin, kissing her, fucking her—making babies. Why that image riled me as much as it did, I couldn’t understand.
I tried to read a book on my e-reader, as I usually did to relax after work, but I just couldn’t concentrate.
Marcus was picking me up for a movie later. In spite of it being a blockbuster that I really wanted to see, I wasn’t that excited. Did my lack of enthusiasm have anything to do with my date being Marcus? Shouldn’t I be thrilled at the thought of going on a date with my new boyfriend?
Besides the movie, Marcus had lined up all sorts of outings for the weekend. He sure was taking this courting thing seriously.
If only Marcus could get my hormones raging the way Ryder did, everything would be perfect.
Chapter 14 ~ Ryder
“Hey, man,” I croaked. Hammer gripped my arm and his heavy body bounced against mine as he hugged me in a fierce bear like grip.
“Hey, brother,” he growled, a grin splitting his face. I’d known Joe, aka Hammer, since I first came to the Scorpions MC. In my book, he was as close to a real brother as a man could get.
I’d come to meet my bo ys from the club to catch up and make a few arrangements. We met at a park which was only two minutes from the house we were renting. It was just safer here and quicker for me to get back to Mia and the kids.
Ratbag patted me on the back and repeated the greeting. Fuck, I’d missed these guys. They were practically my shadow at the club, and not seeing them for a couple of weeks was something I wasn’t used to.
“So what’ve you fuckers been up to? Causing shit?” They shook with laughter.
“It’s no fun when you’re not part of it, man.” Hammer was still grinning—he hadn’t replaced the tooth he lost in the showdown. Guess he was keeping a low profile, like the rest of us.
I rose an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you cunts missed me? Fuck, you’ll make me cry.”
Ratbag looked at me as if I was crazy. “What makes you think that, bro?” He drawled in his heavy Australian
Mia’s eyes were heavy, I could see she was tired. I placed Isabella on the bed next to her mother and said my goodbyes—I definitely didn’t want to still be here when Ryder returned from the bathroom.
C hapter 13 ~ Jade
Friday night. I flopped down on my bed and closed my eyes for a moment, reliving the bizarre experience from that afternoon. I still had no more information on Ryder, other than he was a doting father and had a sexy wife, who he clearly couldn’t wait to spend alone-time with. Probably to make baby number three.
Somewhat reluctantly, I had to admit that they made a gorgeous couple and produced beautiful babies. Totally different to what his and my babies would look like. Mia carried the dominant genes: dark olive skin and raven hair and big brown eyes. Her DNA was powerful, because I saw very little of Ryder in the children, other than the dark hair they all had and the dimpled cheeks when they smiled.
If I had Ryder’s babies, I’d wan t them to have his piercing grey eyes. His dimple in their cheeks when they smiled. I wouldn’t mind if their hair was dark like his or blond like mine, I knew they’d be cute as hell.
Goddamn! What was I thinking? Having babies with R yder would mean I’d have to have sex with Ryder. Yet strangely, the idea was not as awful as I’d initially thought. There was something about him that got my panties damp. I’d never believed the notion that women were drawn to badass men. I was sure I’d never be that dumb. Bad boys weren’t my style.
But my treacherous body was betraying me, showing me that I was like most other women. Since all six foot two of taut muscles and bad attitude had walked into my office that day, I hadn’t been able to think of anything else other than Ryder—his eyes, his lips, him on top of me…
A n image of him fucking Mia played in my mind. Her big breasts luring him, his hands all over her velvety skin, kissing her, fucking her—making babies. Why that image riled me as much as it did, I couldn’t understand.
I tried to read a book on my e-reader, as I usually did to relax after work, but I just couldn’t concentrate.
Marcus was picking me up for a movie later. In spite of it being a blockbuster that I really wanted to see, I wasn’t that excited. Did my lack of enthusiasm have anything to do with my date being Marcus? Shouldn’t I be thrilled at the thought of going on a date with my new boyfriend?
Besides the movie, Marcus had lined up all sorts of outings for the weekend. He sure was taking this courting thing seriously.
If only Marcus could get my hormones raging the way Ryder did, everything would be perfect.
Chapter 14 ~ Ryder
“Hey, man,” I croaked. Hammer gripped my arm and his heavy body bounced against mine as he hugged me in a fierce bear like grip.
“Hey, brother,” he growled, a grin splitting his face. I’d known Joe, aka Hammer, since I first came to the Scorpions MC. In my book, he was as close to a real brother as a man could get.
I’d come to meet my bo ys from the club to catch up and make a few arrangements. We met at a park which was only two minutes from the house we were renting. It was just safer here and quicker for me to get back to Mia and the kids.
Ratbag patted me on the back and repeated the greeting. Fuck, I’d missed these guys. They were practically my shadow at the club, and not seeing them for a couple of weeks was something I wasn’t used to.
“So what’ve you fuckers been up to? Causing shit?” They shook with laughter.
“It’s no fun when you’re not part of it, man.” Hammer was still grinning—he hadn’t replaced the tooth he lost in the showdown. Guess he was keeping a low profile, like the rest of us.
I rose an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you cunts missed me? Fuck, you’ll make me cry.”
Ratbag looked at me as if I was crazy. “What makes you think that, bro?” He drawled in his heavy Australian
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