Ryder (Resisting Love) (13 page)

Aiden always dressed nicely, so its weird to see him in a band t-shirt and cheap holey jeans that weren’t designed that way. His shoes are black ass kickers and I smile at the sight. His muscles strain against the fabric of his clothes since they are way too small. Aiden works out religiously and you can definitely tell in his new clothes.

Before I know it, I’m sitting in the passenger side of Aiden’s Volvo, while he loads the bags into the trunk. We had been planning on what to do when the time came. So I know he’s excited to get out of here. I think he’s been ready to leave since he turned 18 two years ago. He was just waiting on me. Too bad I just turned 17, but neither of us can live here anymore. And they will come looking for us. We are their pawns and punching bags. Well not anymore.

*****

2 months later…

If Teagan Harper knew the real me, then we would have been best friends. She dresses like I used too and she is really immature. Though the immaturity isn’t her fault. I don’t think anyone in her family let her grow up. Which brings her down to my level, since I’m two years younger than her. “Who is throwing this party?” she asks me, while I park my car outside of this pretty house out in the suburbs of Fayetteville.

“No idea.” I tell her in my fake accent and with my fake smile. I don’t really want to be at this party since I would never be caught dead at this party before I became Grace. I had one serious relationship and we broke up like 5 months ago. Grace is boy crazy and I can’t even keep up with her on that front.

“I hope my brothers don’t show up.” She bites her nail and walks ahead of me to the front door. Her long black hair swishes near her butt and I can imagine her big green eyes wide from here. She doesn’t get out much, considering her twin brothers won’t let her near the opposite sex.

“Jaden is on the team, Teag. I’m sure he is here.” Now there’s a man to be crazy about. Jaden Harper is a God. Short black hair, dark blue eyes, and a body to die for. Aiden says he’s the perfect guy for me to go for. That would be because he isn’t my type. He’s a good guy and driven. I like them bad and alpha to the bone. I want a man who will throw me up against a wall and kiss the breath out of me. I want him to growl and be jealous if another guy talks to me. I want him to be crazy and kinky in bed. Yeah, I’m definitely asking for too much.

“Damn, I didn’t think about that. Maybe we should leave.” She turns around to face me and I envy her Avenged Sevenfold shirt, which is freaking signed. Now M. Shadows is a man to go after.

“No, Hun, if we see one of the dick twins, we will head in the other direction.” I slip my arm through hers and pull her towards the front door.  Entering the house I stop to take in the surroundings. A straight male definitely decorated this place, with its blue couch and big screen TV in the living room. There’s a rug with a hound dog on the floor below the dark coffee table. There are football pictures all over the living room wall. Man, totally.

Teagan and I make our way through the crowd, looking for something to drink. I hate alcohol and thank the lord that I packed a joint in my purse. I know I was supposed to quit, but I had to give up everything else that made me happy, I just couldn’t deal without my weed. I have a problem, don’t judge.

After the football players get Teagan and I to take six shots a piece, I’m beyond tipsy. The room kind of spins and I’m left wondering if I’m actually spinning or if its in my head. That’s when I run into him.

He towers over me and I have to look nearly straight up to see his pale blue eyes. His blond hair hangs down into his eyes and I nearly swoon when he tosses his head back to remove it. There’s smirk on his full lips and I somehow find the strength not to lean in and nibble on the bottom one. His blue jeans are loose and hanging off his hips, showing a peak of his stomach. They have splashes of paint in every color all over them. I also don’t think I have ever seen an honest to goodness six pack of abs. Tattoos peak out from his shirtsleeves and all I can think is that he’s a total panty dropper. Damn I’m in so much trouble.

“Hello Angel.”

CADEN

When Jaden called and invited me to Declan’s party, all I could think about was getting laid. Drunken college girls are the best for that. Everyone wants to live free and have new experiences and they would certainly have one with me. You see, I like things a little kinky. No, I don’t get off on ball gags and butt plugs, but I do like to tie my conquests up and maybe add in a little spanking. You’d be surprised who is into that.

So all I can think about when I run in to little blond, is her hands bound over her head and her generous breasts bouncing around while I thrust into her. I might wrap those long blond locks around my palm and tug ‘til she cries out in pleasure. My hands might smooth over all those curves hiding underneath her expensive clothes. The innocence in her eyes says she might not be ready, but I have my own rules when it comes to sex.

“Who the hell are you calling Angel?” she spits angrily. Damn little miss innocent has some fire. Maybe I was wrong about what those dark blue eyes are telling me.

I chuckle and grab her hand pulling her into my body. “You. The way the light shines on all this blond hair makes you look like you’re wearing a halo.” I place my hand on the small of her back and sway my hips into hers.

She huffs before placing her hands on my chest and pushing my body away from hers. “I’m not an angel. I’m also not into one night stands, so back the hell up and move on.” Her eyes glare bloody murder but I’m not listening. If I was interested before, I’m enchanted now.

I pull her back into me and move my hands to her hips and sway them back and forth. “Just dance with me, Angel. We will see where it goes from there.” I would give anything for her to just dance with me. Every girl I meet seems to want it more than I do. It’s getting old fast, but this little miss wants to fight back and my dick has her name on it. Speaking of names, “What’s your name, Angel?”

“Grace. And I don’t feel like dancing with you, Mr. Hands.” She tries to pull away again but I swing both my arms all the way around her and hold her as close as possible.

“Well since you asked so nicely, my name is Caden. Just Caden, don’t shorten it to Cade. That shit is annoying.” Grace stands there stiffly and continues to glare. I’m kind of ashamed that I’m so turned on.

“I didn’t ask. Let go of me before I knee you in the balls.” She squints her eyes up at me and her lips purse. It’s honestly cute as shit.

“Just calm down, Angel. Dance a couple of songs with me and if you still want to knee me in the balls, I’ll let you go.” Her limbs loosen up but she doesn’t move to place her hands around my neck like I want her to.

“Fine. I’ll still want to knee you in the balls though.” Her arms finally come around my neck and she moves her hips to the music. I’m mesmerized by the way she moves. I’ve never seen someone move so freely without wanting someone to look. She has already made it clear that she doesn’t care if anyone does look.

“How old are you?” I ask softly next to her ear, which makes her shiver a little. Finally a reaction I want.

“19. I’m a freshman.” She pauses looking up at me with mystery in those blue eyes. “You’re 19 and also a freshman, but you know your major. You also have a twin brother named Jaden, but you only look alike in the face. You also have a little sister named Teagan, who is also a freshman. Save the breath telling me about yourself.”

I blink several times and wonder if I’m being played. “How do you know all that?” Grace continues to dance but I have gone still.

“Teagan is my roommate. Don’t worry I’m not stalking you.” She chuckles and turns around pressing her ass against my groin.

“You’re that Grace? Damn.” Not that it’s going to stop me from seducing her. It’s kind of what I live for.

“Yes, I’m that Grace. Teag talks about you and the rest of the family all the time.” Her ass sways gently against me and my dick starts to stand at attention. It wants what she has hidden under this lacy skirt.

I don’t answer. Instead, I run my hand from her shoulder, over her breasts, down her stomach and stop at the place I really want to be. She sucks in a gasp and I feel my lips pull into a smirk. Her hands leave my neck and run up into my hair, tugging lightly. I’m not gonna lie, I totally groaned.

“I know enough about you, Grace.” I lean a little and whisper in her ear. “I know that I want to touch every inch of this body. I know I want to kiss you until neither of us can breathe properly. I also know I want to know what you sound like as you come. Whether it be from me tasting you, me sliding my fingers in and out of you, or me fucking you into next year.” I pause to run my thumb over her nipple, which decided to come to a hard point while I was speaking. “Yeah that’s what I know.”

She moans a little and my dick responds by making my jeans feel like they might burst open. Her face turns towards me where she whispers, “Just sex. I can’t get involved with a guy like you.”

I nod when she can see and step away from her. I don’t know what the hell that was supposed to mean, but I don’t read too much into it. I grab her hand and pull her to the front door. My mustang sits about twenty yards a head of us and I hope I can make it there before I try to devour her.

*****

Since I refused to live in a dorm room with Jaden, our parents rented us out an apartment not too far from campus. I love my twin, but he’s impossible to live with. I hope like hell he’s still at the party.  I want Grace to be loud. Hell, I want to be loud.

“You’re lucky to be living off campus. I love Teag, but I hate having a roommate.” Grace says as she gets out of my car. I stare at her ass as she smooth’s down her skirt.

“I still have to share space with Jaden. He’s not the easiest to live with.” I shrug when I get out and walk around to the passenger side. Before she can get away from me, I back her into the side of my car. I don’t even take a breath before I slam my lips down on hers. She opens on a gasp and I don’t waste time slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her arms go around my neck and her legs swing up around my hips. I hold her weight with the car and slip my hand under her skirt. She has on some fancy lace panties and the front is damp. Fuck. Yes.

I flick my thumb over her clit through her panties, making her arch her back. She breaks away from my lips to groan out, “Yes.” Before coming back to bite my bottom lip.

I lean into her neck and bite the tender skin there making her tug on my hair. Hard. “I bite back.” I say.

“Good.” She whispers before coming back for more kisses. I chuckle and set her down.

“We need to move into the apartment. I have nosy neighbors.” I place my hand on her full ass and guide her up the steps to my second floor place.

I put my keys into the lock and open the door to let her pass. The living room light is on but it’s full of the same thing any single guys place would be. Old couch, big screen TV, and a computer desk. I don’t let us linger in there, I have plans for Grace.

I lead her down the hall and open the door on the right, which is my room. She passes by me to enter and I shut the door. I take a deep breath to calm down. “Climb on the bed.” I speak low so she knows I’m serious.

She blinks before I see lust cloud over in her eyes. She doesn’t say anything but does what I commanded. I stalk over to her and stand by the bed. “Put your hands over your head and don’t touch me.” I don’t wait for a response this time before I’m tugging her shirt over her head. I groan when I take in the pretty hot pink bra she wears underneath. I reach around her body and unclasp it, throwing it to the ground. I take the slick leather binds I have attached to my headboard, then I hold her wrists together as I wrap it around them and make sure it’s secure.

“You like it kinky. Should have known.” She looks up at the binds and then over at me. I smirk before moving down to pull off her skirt and the matching hot pink thong. I don’t have time to admire her in it because I’m gonna blow if we don’t get this show on the road.  I haven’t had one girl in here that actually was into this. They did it for me.

I pull my shirt over my head and take in the expression that comes over her face. Its one of awe and I wonder how I never met Grace before. She isn’t like the one Teag describes to me. That one is nice, sweet, and angelic. This one is bitchy, cocky, and kinky. They don’t match up.

I open the drawer on my nightstand and pull out a condom. I unbutton my jeans and push them down a bit, freeing my dick so I can roll the condom on. I look back at Grace and say, “I can’t seem to wait this time. Next time we will slow down. Promise.” She only nods, her eyes focused on my dick. Yeah that makes me smirk.

When the condom is on, I climb on to the bed and hover over Grace, looking down at her blue eyes. Somehow I think they would look better on her if they were a warm brown. I shake my head and snake my hand down to play with her sex. I want to make sure she is ready for me. When I find her soaking wet, I waste no time in pushing the head of my dick into her. Her eyes glaze over in pleasure and her hips reach up for more. Which I oblige.

Before I know it, I’m all the way into her tight heat, where I pause to lean all the way down to kiss her. Which is strange for me, I don’t kiss during sex. In this room I have rules and apparently I’m starting to break them. I shake the thought out of my head and pull away from Grace’s luscious lips.

I clutch her hips while I fuck her. I don’t watch her face, instead I watch the way my dick looks pushing in and out of her. I close my eyes because it becomes too much. I don’t want to go over the edge without her.

I place my hand right over her mound and flick her clit a few times until I feel her inner walls clutching my dick and she screams out. I throw my head back and let the feeling that is creeping up my spine take me over completely.

We are two friends that share a love of reading and decided "Hey, let's write a book."

About Chantal : I am 26 and a mother of three beautiful little boys. I live in Western Australia. I love to read and write; I'm a dreamer. Ryder is my novella in the Resisting Love series.