CHAPTER TWENTY

“I must’a been a worse asshole in a previous life than I am now to get this much cockblockin’...” – Rider

 

 

 

      Some motherfucker was meddling to stop Rider getting his dick back into all that sweet, because the second he manoeuvred Zara out of the kitchen, hand to butt, his cock strained aching, his mouth wanting all over her, the look on her face, a mix of trepidation and lust was driving him fucking crazy, it all went to shit when he heard someone call out his name.                

      He growled a noise of annoyance, swiveling his body, keeping Zara touched and in contact with him as he caught Texas' hands in the air, contrite on his face as if his treasurer knew what he had interrupted.

      They all damn well knew but it didn't stop Hawk fucking with him by sending the prospect through.

      Now Texas.

      Did he have to crack skulls to get a little peaceful sex around here?

     "What?" he barked none too nicely. Besides him, tucked against his ribs and dick he heard Zara giggle. Music to his sex filled ears. But he wanted her moans and screams more.

     Nothing short of murder in his eyes pinning Texas.

     "I know, Prez. I know." he adjusted his tie, the knot already perfect, he had a nervous tell. This was not going to be good, Rider surmised, he was getting further away from fucking his girl. One hand coasted down her hip, held it there, keeping a warm connection, he knew how nervous she was, giving her any time alone to think and talk herself out of them being together was not on his to-do list. "I would not have..." He indicated to Rider and Zara, his face sharp. "Your father is on the line, he said he couldn't reach you."

      For good reason, Rider had switched his cell phone off to enjoy time with Zara.

      Now he was straight up pissed off.

      His growl wasn't harnessed in any way. "Right." was all he told Texas, irritation plain to hear.

      He turned to Zara. "I gotta take this call, baby." or the old man would just keep at it like a fucking boil that needed lancing. They had long deep seated issues and if Rider could have cut his father's relationship off as easily as he had cut his father's VP reign then he would be a happy man. Only for his mother and sister did he continue this annoying fucking merry-go-round with him.

      He dropped a kiss on her forehead, lowered his voice so only she would hear. "This won't take long, I promise. Then you're mine, right?" she nodded, but he felt the shudder go through her. "Zara, say it. Lemme hear the words."

     "I'm all yours when you get back. Go talk to your dad, Rider. I’ll be here."

      The declaration went south, pounded behind his zipper, pulsing his cock harder.

      He gnarled again, frustration eating at him.

      The old man better have something important to say.

     "Wait at the bar for me. I want to undress you myself."

      She sucked in a breath, her smile trembling. Rider smirked, cranking his neck down he took a lazy tasting kiss, not the one he wanted, but he stroked his tongue against hers, it would have to hold him for now. "Fuckin' sweet. Want more of that. Be back, baby."

      He strode off to see what bullshit his father would spew today. Nothing Rider wanted to hear that he was sure of.

 

 

      Expecting to see Zara sat at the bar when he re-entered the clubhouse, maybe having a Dutch courage drink, he frowned not seeing her at all. "Zara?" he asked Jed. His uncle pointed the hand he was polishing a glass with through into the common room.

     "Through there, son, having fun from the sounds of it."

      Raucous fun was what he heard, too. Curiosity drew him forward, not to mention where the fuck was Icy, he told her to sit at the bar for him, had she forgotten all about their sex date?              

      Fucking blow to his ego. At least sit pining me for, baby.

      Loud yells, curses, and cheers greeted Rider. A few steps and he could see why. His boys were huddled around a coffee table in front of the tv set up, clutching beers, a pile of money in the middle of the table, they were betting on something. From what he could see through the mob of brothers, Zara was up against Pretty-boy right at the front, both standing, holding a game console each tossing fighting words between them.

      "Damn. Z-girl's gonna hand the kid his balls!" one said.

     "I should have put a Benji on her." Another followed.

     "Itty bitty girl is about to bury you, Pretty." Laughter rang loud.

      But Rider's eyes were all about Zara. She was laughing, more animated than he'd ever seen her. Light danced in her eyes as she went on to wipe the floor with Pretty at Mortal Kombat.

      All of his men shouted as one Finish him.

      The crowd cheered and right as she caught his eyes she was in the process of a bow, basking in the praise. His mouth upturned, as did his brow, arms folded against his chest.

      She blushed gazing at him, giving him that shy smile, fingers tucking hair behind her ear.

      "I want a rematch. Fuck. I went easy on you Z-girl!"

     "The skills never leave you. Gamer 2010 thank you very much. If you want to lose more, how much am I up now, please, Texas?" He told her. The figure made her grin. The scene shot to Rider's cock. Fuck, she was beautiful.

      His scared little sunshine was having fun.

      Instead of sitting anticipating for him to fuck her.

      Jesus.

      And she was a gamer hustler. Who knew.

     "Zara..." his voice reached through the noise, heads turned to see him stood in the middle of the common room. Eyes bounced between them, but he was all about her and the blush creeping up her face.

      Beautiful.

     "Oh. Hey, Rider! Tiny invited me to play while I waited for you."

     "She slaughtered him in under a minute and then made Pretty here her bitch." chimed Snaked with a laugh, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

     "And Pretty-boy said he could beat me easily. Now I have three hundred and forty-two dollars."

      "Rematch!" the loser in question scowling declared. And fuck Rider if she didn't get right back to playing a fresh game.

      Twenty fucking long minutes he waited before impatience set into his bones.

      As it was his cock threatened to break.

      He'd stood back, drink in one hand, his greedy eyes all over her as she jumped about, joined in with the friendly banter as she again beat the fuck out of Pretty-boy, taking more of his money, the boy was a glutton for punishment, unable to understand his Zara was hustling the fuck out of him, obviously, she was an expert at the fighting game, but Pretty wasn't having any of it, insisting he'd get her this go.

      Five games later Rider called her name, she'd played him a merry flirting dance, glancing over now and then from under her long lashes, a smile tickling her mouth, that teasing glint in her eye as she swayed her hips, tight jeans encasing her ass, she knew he was checking her out and she was liking it. His bad girl. But enough was enough, if he didn't get inside her he might embarrass the whole club and jack off right there.

     "Time to go, Icy." his voice rumbled and she pouted. A fucking pout.

       God save his dick.

      "Thank you for the game, gentlemen. I had fun. I'm sorry you lost so much money, Pretty-boy." her smile said she was not fucking sorry.

      Where had this Zara come from, he wondered.

      He didn't know, but he liked seeing her this way, carefree and full of enjoyment.

      When she walked towards him, he got his hands on her the moment she was in distance because he fucking needed to. His arm went around her waist, dragged her in.

     "Wait! My winnings." Quick as a flash Texas stepped forward to grab the money, he rolled it and handed it to Zara who beamed such a smile at his treasurer Rider wanted to smash his face into dust. Growling her drew her away from the crowd feeling more than primal and possessive over her.

       "You had fun with the boys? sorry, it took so long." he didn't go into detail of the verbal slanging match he had over the phone with his father, not if he wanted to perform as he ached to. Nothing ruined his sex life faster than thinking of the bullshit between him and Ajax Marinos who everyone called Mad-dog. Pissy-dog was more than apt.

      "I did. I haven't played video games in forever, I never lost the skill, you saw me, Rider?” face animated, “though, did you see me nail him?" she was giggling as he walked them along to his room, but all he heard was 'nail him' and his cock hardened further.

      How much endurance was a man supposed to have when she said shit like that to make his cock come alive?

      In a sequence of fluid moves, he pinned her to the door to his room, swallowing her gasp with his mouth, his hands moved languidly down her body, fitting them around her waist so she could absolutely feel what she did to him between her legs.

     "Rider ... ohhh." he rubbed himself on her to cause that noise. He liked it.

     "Hope you're ready for me, gonna devour you, Zara."

      This was three years in the making. Wet dreams and his dick hard as granite as he'd tried to get that same high he'd had with her and failed, no woman matched to her and he was fast beginning to realize they were never meant to match, she was one of a kind.

      His kind.

      His girl.