Sweet Ride (24 page)

“I got all your
messages, and I’m sorry I never called you back, but Ella and I
wanted this to be a surprise. I know I would’ve spoiled it if I’d
talked to you today. Nothing was going on at work, so I arranged to
take the day off for your birthday and wanted to spend it with you,
but I had to help get everything ready.”

“Ella’s here? I
thought she was sick in bed.”

“Nope, Ryder just
told you that to throw you off. The two of us spent all day setting
this up for you.”

“Wow! Thank you. This
is amazing,” I reply.

All of a sudden, Ella
comes running over, throwing her arms around me in a big hug. She
looks unbelievably amazing in her teal colored, strapless ruched
dress. “I’m so sorry I never called you today. It almost killed
me not to, but you know me and how I’m not good with surprises. I
definitely would’ve let it slip.” She pulls back and looks at me,
“Happy Birthday, Payton! I love you, babe!”

This brings tears to my
eyes when I realize that I have some pretty amazing people in my life
to do something like this for me. After Ella and I finish hugging, I
turn around to thank and greet all the people that have started to
mean so much to me since I moved here. Going down the list of the
people that are here: Jack, Ella, Ryder, Sofie, Gia, Amber, Molly,
Jack’s partner, Devon, and his current flavor of the month, Juan,
and his wife, Bianca, Stone Ashford (Del Mar’s resident hottie
doctor who is more Ella and Ryder’s friend than mine, but he’s
still a pretty cool guy), and of course all my friends from Pulse and
Climax (way too many people to list). Wow! Juan must have closed his
club down for the night so everyone could be here for me. That’s
freaking awesome! I’m thrilled to see Jack’s sisters here, too,
but I’m not at all surprised that Izzy’s absent.

As my eyes continue
scanning the room, I see some people I don’t recognize, but I
figure that they’re probably guests of other people attending.
That’s when my eyes fall on a guy that looks vaguely familiar, but
I can’t quite place where I’ve met him before. God, I really hope
I didn’t sleep with him. With Jack in the same room, can you say
awkward?

His dark brown hair’s
cropped short to his head and his arms are covered in tattoos. He
obviously works out because he’s built like a brick shit house.
This whole don’t-fuck-with-me look he’s got going on completely
works for him. Even though he’s hot as fuck, he’s still got
nothing on Jack De Luca.

“Umm, who the fuck is
that?” I ask Ella, pointing to the sexy, tattooed man across the
room.

“You don’t remember
him, do you?” she asks back.

Fuck! That can’t be
good. I must’ve slept with the guy. Well, shit! I don’t need this
tonight.

“That’s Cade
Foster,” she says, like I should know who he is. Duh! Well,
obviously that’s Cade Foster, Ella. Who else would he be? Thanks
for clearing it up for me.

“Who the fuck’s
Cade Foster?”

“You might remember
him as Jizz the Kid.” It all comes back to me with her answer. When
I first came out here and met Ryder, he was the President of a local
motorcycle club. Jizz was twenty years old at the time and was one of
the club’s young prospects. He got his nickname from prematurely
ejaculating as a stripper gave him a lap dance. The last couple of
years have been extremely kind to him because I’m sure he wouldn’t
have that problem now. He’s not a kid anymore; he’s pure macho
male.

“No way in hell
that’s Jizz,” I say, my eyes bugging out in disbelief. When I
look at Ella, I see she’s nodding her head and smiling. “That
guy’s buff and totally fucking hot. Jizz was not. He was skinny and
kind of cute.”

“What can I say, he
grew into his body and looks,” she murmurs, her smile turning
devilish.

“Holy shit,” I
mutter back to her. I raise my hand up, rubbing my mouth to make sure
that I’m not drooling.

“Ryder told me he’s
an underground fighter, and he’s really, really good. Undefeated
good.”

“No shit,” I say.

“No shit,” she
mirrors, giggling.

“And he doesn’t go
by ‘Jizz the Kid’ anymore. His fighting name is Cade ‘Crazy as
Fuck’ Foster,” she informs me.

“That’s hot,” I
mutter, still staring at him.

“So hot,” Ella
says, also gawking.

“Oh shit, he’s
coming over here,” I whisper to Ella.

“Happy Birthday,
babe,” he drawls, pulling me into a bear hug. Sweet mother of God,
he’s fucking stacked.

“Umm. Thanks.” I
can’t help myself. It’s like my hands are working independently
from my body. My arms wrap around his back, my hands slide down
landing on his toned ass, and I squeeze. Very fucking nice! I look
over my shoulder when I hear a throat clear behind me. Oh yeah,
Jack’s here, and he doesn’t look too happy right now.

“Hands. Off. Now!”
he booms.

“Sorry, man,” Cade
says, raising his hands in the air in surrender and chuckling.

“I’m talking to
Payton,” he growls.

Oh, yeah. My hands are
still on Cade’s ass. I slowly and reluctantly remove them. Jack’s
got nothing to worry about. Yeah, Cade’s got a tight ass, but the
only ass that really does it for me belongs to my man.

“My bad, you big
baby,” I say, giggling to Jack as I make my way back to him and
wrap my arms around him and slide my hands down to grip his ass. His
arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in tighter. He kisses me on the
top of my head and then softly says, “Behave or I’m going to spank
that pretty ass of yours.” If he said that to scare me, it
backfired, because it totally just turned me on.

* * *

After about forty-five
minutes of talking and drinking with everyone, I sneak into one of
the private rooms. I dig my iPod out of my purse and connect it to
the sound system. Selecting one of my favorite songs, I walk over to
the small stage and wait for Ella to bring Jack back here to thank
him for doing this for me.

When I hear the door
open and close, automatically locking when it shuts, I hit play on
the remote. “I Get Off” by Halestorm starts blaring through the
speakers. Jack walks over and stands in front of the stage. I gesture
to the chair I placed in front.

“Sit down, Jack,” I
order. He complies immediately.

I seductively strut
over to the pole and start my erotic strip tease for my man. My hands
travel down my dress covered breasts, over my stomach and end at the
center of my core. I push the sad excuse for panties aside and dip my
fingers into my drenched sex, taking them back out, and sucking them
into my mouth.

Grabbing the bottom hem
of my dress, I start slowly hauling it inch by torturous inch up over
my hips, my stomach, and my breasts. Then I turn around and pull it
up and over the top of my head, slinging it to the side, leaving me
standing there in only my black lace demi bra and a small black thong
that’s just barely covering my pussy. Turning around, I stop dead
in my dance and take in the sight of Jack leaning back in the chair
with his faded blue jeans and blue boxer briefs down around his
ankles. His cock is standing hard and tall, and his hand is slowly
stroking. His eyes are blazing with fire and passion as I start my
dance back to the pole, getting rid of my bra and thong leaving me
only in my stilettos.

My hands grip the pole
above my head and I feel the hot skin of my back pressing against the
cool metal as I slowly and seductively drop my body to the floor.
Once I’m in a squatting position with my knees together, I release
the pole and skim my hands down my body to my knees where I push my
legs open as wide as they can go. I keep my eyes locked on him as he
jerks his magnificent cock while he’s watching me. My pussy
clenches at the sight of it all. Bringing my hand to my breasts, I
start playing with my nipples, pinching and rolling the buds wishing
he were closing his mouth over the hard, tight peaks.

Snaking one hand down
between my legs, I start the pleasurable torture of circling my clit
with my fingers. Loving the wetness I feel between my legs, I can’t
help but want to taste it again. I bring my fingers up to my mouth
and suck them clean. Then I slide my hand back down my torso and
plunge two fingers inside. I hear Jack growling with his own
pleasure, knowing he’s close. His focus is aimed between my thighs
as I continue to drive my fingers in and out in a frantic pace.

“Get the fuck over
here,” he growls, and my pussy spasms at the fierce tone of his
voice. I get up and slowly strut my way over, standing in front of
him in just my heels.

“On your knees,” he
orders. I sink to my knees as he stands. My eyes lock onto his hand
gripping his cock, stroking it hard, knowing he’s close to coming.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, “Open those pouty lips. I’m
going to come in your mouth. Then you’re going to come in mine.”

I open my mouth and
wait as he growls out his release, and I drink in every last drop he
has to offer. I look up at him and see the satisfaction and
appreciation in his eyes that only I can give him.

“Fuck, you enjoy that
baby?” My only response is a nod. “Now sit in the chair, I want a
taste.”

“I’m going to come
right now, if you don’t stop talking like that,” I inform him,
just barely hanging on.

As soon as I sit down,
he pushes the top of my body back into the chair and hooks me behind
the knees to pull the lower half of my body to the edge. Putting a
hand on each of my thighs, he pushes them back against my chest to
the point it almost hurts.

Leaning back to gaze at
me, he groans, “Fucking amazing.”

Then he’s ravishing
my pussy, fucking me with his tongue and lapping up all my juices. It
feels so fucking good that I just can’t hold on any longer. I
explode, screaming his name along with some other obscenities, making
it one of the best orgasms he’s ever given me, and he didn’t even
fuck me. That shows just how amazing he is and how well he knows what
he’s doing. He has unbelievable oral skills. Jack moves up my body
and attacks my mouth. Loving the taste of myself on his lips I
release a moan from the back of my throat. I’m so ready for him to
fuck me.

“Get dressed.
Someone’s going to come looking for us—and it’s your party—you
need to be out there.”

“But I want the
beast. NOW,” I pout.

“The what?” he asks
amused.

“Umm … nothing,”
I laugh.

“You call my dick the
beast?” he asks, trying to keep from laughing.

“Sure do. It’s
fucking huge. Your cock’s the best thing I ever came in contact
with. It does things to me … things I love.”

“You sure know how to
boost my ego. I’ll definitely be keeping you around.”

“Works for me,” I
say, getting up and reluctantly putting my dress back on.

“Can’t wait to see
what I’m getting for
my
birthday,” he says, tucking
himself back in his pants. Then we head back out to rejoin the party.

* * *

The party’s
progressing wonderfully. Everyone’s eating, drinking, dancing, and
having an awesome time. I excuse myself to go the bathroom. When I
come back out, I hear the song “Scream and Shout” by Will. I. Am
and Britney Spears playing, and Ella’s the first person I see
amongst the group of people on the dance floor. Looking at her having
a blast, I get so excited that my best friend and boyfriend did all
this for me that I need to hug her again. I run up to her and hop on
her back. Yep, shouldn’t have done that. Won’t be doing it again.

The next thing I know,
I’m flat on my back on the floor, and Ella’s on top of me
screaming! “Holy shit! Are you okay?” she asks, but I’m too
busy laughing to answer.

“What the fuck,
Payton?” Ryder yells, running over to us, checking Ella out to make
sure she’s okay. She’s fine because she’s laughing just as much
as I am. “Jesus Payton, you’ve got to be careful. You could’ve
hurt her,” he grumbles.

“Oh, hush it, grumpy,
we’re only having a bit of fun,” I say.

Jack wraps his arms
around me and asks, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t
expect her to fall back. I didn’t think I was that fat,” I
drunkenly giggle some more.

“Payton!” I turn
around to see who’s calling out my name.

“OH. MY. GOD!” I
run over and wrap myself around my baby sister.

“Evan, what’re you
doing here?” I slur a bit, rocking her back and forth with
excitement. I love my little sister—I’d do anything for her.

“I wanted to surprise
you. I called Ella and told her that I was planning on coming out
here for your birthday with my new boyfriend. She told me about the
party, and you know me, I always have to be fashionably late,” she
exclaims.

“I’m so happy
you’re here. God, I’ve missed you,” I say to her, tightening my
hold. “Where’s your boyfriend? I didn’t even know you had one.
Who is he?” I ask, excitedly. I hope he’s good to her.

“He’s dropping our
stuff off at the hotel, and then he’ll be here. I can’t wait for
you to meet him. Oh, you’ll love him, Payton; he’s hot, kind, and
really sweet. He adores me, and he sure knows how to have a good
time.”

“Don’t want to hear
it! It’s one thing to hear about Ryder and Ella’s sexcapades,
which in all honesty, I don’t mind hearing about because it’s
Ryder. But I don’t think I can handle hearing about yours, baby
girl. I’m glad, though, little sis; you deserve someone who’s
good to you,” I say, letting her go.

Even though Evan’s
twenty years old, she isn’t of legal age to drink. Since it’s a
private party, I sneak her a few. What’s the worst that can happen?
Jack can arrest me. Maybe that’s not a bad thing—I sure enjoyed
his cuffs the last time. Evan, Ella, and I continue dancing to a few
more songs, which makes me hot and thirsty. I yell over the music
asking if anyone else wants a drink, but they’re all having too
much fun dancing. I make my way over to the bar and lean against it
when the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I hear a whispered
voice in my ear that I hoped I’d never hear again.