Chapter 7
Rider
Oh. Holy. Shit. I knew she looked familiar. I knew her eyes were reminiscent of something. This was Colt’s younger sister.
I had just fucked Colt’s younger sister.
I had only met her a couple of times during the course of Colt and I’s friendship. Once when I came home from my first deployment and again when I was stateside to celebrate a birthday with him. Back then, Zoey was spindly. All legs and arms, with dyed blond hair that was cut off at her ears. She was grungy and smug. Had an attitude that flared every time her parents tried to tell her to do something. She could spit and hit and climb trees and run better than any of the guys I’d paired up within the military.
Colt and I always joked about how she should’ve been born a guy.
She was totally different now. Her lanky body had filled out with curves that could entice the strongest man into bed. Her hair was now wild and red, and it cascaded down her shoulders. Instead of the heavy black eyeliner and the glittering lip gloss, her makeup boasted of a more tasteful appearance. Accenting the best parts of her she had grown into over the years.
She looked completely different from the two times I had met her.
And now, I was cradling her naked curves close to my body.
Did she know who I was? Did she recognize me at all? If she did, she didn’t let on to the fact that she knew who I was. But then again, I looked different as well. I had put on seventy pounds of muscle, and my hair was buzzed and faded. Back in those days, I was just as lanky, and my hair was long. Poured over my ears and curled up at the ends. Plus, I was now covered in scars, thanks to the fucking deployment that sent me home.
I felt Zoey’s breathing evening out next to me as my fingertips stroked her hair. I didn’t want Colt to be pissed that I’d just fucked his sister. But in my defense, she looked nothing like how she used to. I didn’t want this to affect my chances of becoming a prospect with the group, but as I laid there beside her and felt her curl around me, I felt how much I wanted her.
She was comforting. And warm. And inviting in a way, no other woman had ever been. She wasn’t shocked by my scars and didn’t shrink away from them in disgust as many other women had.
I wanted her again. And again and again. As many times as she would let me have her before I had to pretend like she didn’t exist.
I slept with her at my side all night. If I moved, she moved with me. If I rolled, she shifted against my body. It was like the gravitated towards me, and I woke up with a smile on my face. The sun was streaming through the window, and I could feel her naked pussy against my back as her leg flexed around my hips. Her body was slung over me. Like it was magnetized to me.
And I soaked up every second of it.
I laid there, taking in the feel of her until she began to stir. She pulled herself from me and made her way to the bathroom, her thick hips sashaying for my viewing pleasure as she kicked the door closed behind her. She still had that bright spirit. That sharp tongue and that natural wit. I stretched and groaned, feeling my body pop like an old man before I reached for my boxers.
When she emerged, she was dressed. I was pulling a shirt over my head as she looked at me, her eyes traveling my form as she leaned against the doorframe. I strode over to her and took her in my arms, pulling her in for a kiss as I pinned her against my body.
“I wish I could go for around two, but I’ve got stuff to do today,” Zoey said.
“Ah, that fucking stuff. Always getting in the way of a good time,” I said.
“You could call me though. If you ever wanted another one,” she said.
“I think I could get behind that.”
“Got a sheet of paper?”
I rummaged around in my room and found a receipt and a pencil. She wrote her number down along with her name, then drew a little heart beside it all. I slid my arm around her and drew her into me one last time, our lips connecting as our tongues danced. The kiss was slow. Sensuous. It shivered her body, and it raised the hairs on the back of my neck. Zoey was electrifying. She had sunk her greedy little talons into me and was refusing to let go. She sucked my bottom lip between her teeth, and I groaned, giving myself over to her as we stumbled back into the wall.
“We really shouldn’t,” Zoey said. “I really need to go.”
“Then stop sucking on my body and get going. Otherwise, I’ll have you sucking on something else.”
She winked at me as she slid by, leaving me panting and wanting more. My cock ached as I escorted her downstairs, and part of me was still screaming to slam her against the door. To rip her pants down, take my cock out, and slide it right between her luscious legs.
But I settled for a peck on the cheek before I watched her get into her car.
As if life was orchestrating my own downfall, my phone rang out as Zoey pulled away. It was Colt calling me, and my blood ran cold as I picked up the call.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“The guys told me that piece of ass must’ve been good for you to get thrown out of the car,” Colt said.
“You could say that,” I said.
I had to bite back my groan as Colt chuckled into the phone.
“If you’re interested in being a prospect, come by the bar today. I talked with Doc, and he’s willing to sit and talk.”
“Seriously? Fuck, man. Thank you.”
“Not a problem. We’ll be in and out most of the day. Just come when you can piece yourself together. And don’t smell like pussy. That shit’s distracting.”
I cringed again as Zoey’s sounds wafted through the confines of my memory. Colt would kill me if he ever found out. He would fucking bury me in the backyard and set my shit on fire.
“Don’t worry. I’ll shower twice,” I said.
“Just a heads up, most of us will be there in about half an hour. If you wanna catch Doc early. Could play in your favor. His ass is a morning person,” Colt said.
“Then I should get a shower while I can still get one.”
“See you in a few. And if you haven’t eaten yet, don’t. Doc always treats new prospects to a shitload of food to celebrate.”
“Come hungry and not smelling like pussy. Got it.”
“See you soon, Rider.”
“See ya soon, Colt.”