Ryan The Razorback MC Book 2

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Noelle's POV:

Ryan ended up leaning on the table across from me waiting for me to finish my muffin before taking deep breaths and calming down. "Noelle, it's time to go before someone shoots up the café. Go get in the truck with your things."

I worked my jaw now, thinking about how my house looked like swiss cheese the other day and I got up, walking with him, pushing his hand down from my side as he started to steer me like I didn't know where I was going. He went to open the truck door, but I pushed his hand down and opened it myself.

He seemed to get more worked up as he walked around, slamming his door as he got in and I just sat there, buckled, ready to go, and trying to find a 'Zen' moment to fill the silence as he drove me to a new place. His house.

The gate in front was entirely blacked out, you couldn't see the house, but I knew that it wasn't two stories like my brothers- my house was. I got out when he stopped behind another car and I walked around to follow him. The door had one of those new doorbells that had a camera in it, and I had to wonder why he needed that if his gate was locked and blacked out.

He pushed it open as soon as the lock clicked, and I followed his steps in.

Straight away I liked the décor. It was all simple blacks and browns and screamed 'a man lives here' and there wasn't a touch of a woman. I saw the big couches, and one recliner that could fit a Great Dane.

I looked around, saw no game system, no headset, nothing a usual guy had when he lived alone. It looked like a real grown man’s place. I looked around again, saw the kitchen looked like it was inside a store as a floor model. The counters were granite and sparkly like someone had just waxed them or something.

"Make yourself comfortable because we need to talk." Ryan told me and I looked back over my shoulder to him, he was standing in front of the TV, hands on his hips, cut now resting on the recliner and I decided to just listen to what he had to say instead of picking a fight so I went and relaxed on the couch.

"And what do you want to talk about?" I asked and he took a deep breath.

"First of all, this morning I knew you heard what Lucien said when you came out of the bathroom." He told me and waited like I would lie. He said he knew I heard; how would I argue?

"What about it?"

"I haven't been that guy in a long time. I don't just sleep with women. I used to do that s**t in my first couple years as president, but for the past two... it's not like that. I am not cutting through women."

"Oh yeah?" I asked and faked being interested. "When was the last time you had s*x before yesterday with me?" I asked knowing that he would either lie or come up with an excuse as to why it was just a couple days ago before the accident.

"I don't even know. I don't have time to date, or hook up, or anything like that. I can say it was before Christmas." He stared at me, willing me to believe him and I just stayed quiet. "I know you're pissed about being walked in on more times than it ever should have happened with me... and I swear that s**t ends now. I won't let another man see you naked, even half naked anymore."

"That's nice. I hope you include yourself in that." I told him and crossed my arms knowing I wouldn't be the next girl to fall at his feet.

"If that is what you want, ok. But if I see you on the back of another man’s bike Noelle, he will be getting a firsthand example of why I am called Razor." He narrowed his eyes and I didn't get it.

"So, you're mad that I took Avery up on a ride from the school from the café because my ankle hurt? Are you serious?" I asked and he looked down right to my ankle and he looked back up to my face.

"Why didn't you call me?" He asked and I huffed.

"I don't have your number. Even if I did, I just assumed I could get a snack at the café and wait for you or someone there." I waved it off and he took a very deep audible breath.

"Give me your phone." He held out his hand and I went to stand since I left my purse on the table, he had set his keys. I felt the twinge in my ankle and tried not to limp but on my way back I saw Ryan striding towards me, a man on a mission. He leaned down, letting me feel small and powerless as he wrapped his arms around my thighs, lifting me and moving me easily to the couch. He put me down, grabbed one of the pillows and put my ankles up and then he took my phone, going through it before I saw him adding his number.

He set it back in my hand and went to his kitchen. I heard him opening and closing his fridge and I just sat there, my ankle was red and swollen and I wanted to just cut it off. I could feel my heartbeat in the blood flow. I was watching it when he came back over, he set an ice pack right over it and I squeaked at the sudden cold and he squatted beside me now.

"Now you don't have a reason not to call me when you are all done at school." He told me and I just looked away from him. "What else are you mad about?"

"Like you don't know." I turned my eyes to him, setting into a glare and he just looked at me like I was speaking another language and I realized he probably didn't know what he did wrong. He was the boss with everyone else he knew so it was probably new to have someone not take orders well.

"Tell me."

"You ordered me around at the café. Do I look like someone who does what a man tells them to?" I asked him and he shook his head right away, at least he was smart. "And you got mad at me for not ruining or ripping another skirt when you saw me."

"You hiked it up and rode with Avery." He challenged and I had to wonder if he was that meant... was he implying that I wanted to do something with Avery because I pulled my skirt up to get on the bike?

"He was at the school and saw me limping. Was he supposed to walk me to the café knowing I was in pain?" I asked and I saw him look back at my ankle. "And so, what if it was with Avery? You made him watch me, I think he's nice."

"Nice?" His eyes snapped to mine like he was pissed I gave Avery a compliment. "He's not nice. He's a biker-"

"So are you." I challenged and I crossed my arms slowly. "What are you saying right now? You think I am going to jump on his lap next?" I asked and he kept quiet. "This is exactly why I don't want to share a bed with you, or let you see me half naked or fully naked again." I wanted to get up and storm away, but I couldn't go outside, and I couldn't just wander his house. I looked away and kept my breathing even as the ice did its work on making my ankle numb.

"Noelle... I don't think that. And you will be sharing my bed again. I will strip you down layer by layer and find out why you think me getting mad about you touching another man is about being angry or assuming things about you. Any man can see how hot and sexy you are in your little outfits, and Avery isn't all that immune. He isn't a saint, and he isn't perfect. I got mad that the first time you were on a bike wasn't with me, and you didn't have a helmet, and he didn't just call me to come and get you. That is why I was mad when you pulled up with him." He said the last parts so softly and he stood up slowly. He told me he was making dinner and that he would bring me a plate when it was done and then he handed me the controller for the TV before walking off.

RYAN'S POV:

I watched her sit there, feet up, facing away from me as I cooked a simple chicken dinner and I watched as she looked through the channels and the recordings and then the on demand I had. She did that the entire time I was cooking, I opened some canned veggies, put on some rice, and I waited for everything to be done before walking over with her plate and a potholder.

Seeing her today, skirt lifted and almost giving everyone in the café a show as she carefully got off the bike had me almost tearing the damn door off its hinges.

The fire behind her eyes when she got mad at me was a different kind of woman than I thought she was. She had a lot of fight in her and I will be damned if I lied and said I didn't find it sexy as hell.

I got my plate set up, went and sat by her feet and she finally chose something. An action rom com that I had to sit through with Tara once. I didn't really care that much, but I figured that maybe she had waited to play something for when I came to eat too.

We watched two movies, she let me rub her ankle softly after the second ice pack, and I saw that she was melting under my touch. She was still mad, maybe she didn't believe me all the way, but I would get her to realize what I was talking about. Why I was mad. The fact that I didn't like her touching another man had nothing to do with what I thought about her, but what I knew men wanted from her.

Avery was a nice guy, but he wasn't going to touch her again. At least not unless he was protecting her. I picked up the dishes, moving to put them in the sink to rinse them well before going to load the dish washer. I didn't stay here for too long, but it was a three-bedroom house, all one floor, all easy to find your way around. I had a full bath and a half added on, thankfully that was how we all met Bellamy. If I hadn't hired him to build the half bath, we wouldn't have someone to fix up Noelle's house now.

I knew her house was more of a palace, and mine was more of a cramped bachelor pad, but I was sure that she wouldn't have an issue with what she got to use here. And she would be sharing my bed tonight... it was either that or trying to sleep in Cami's little princess bed that I had in the second bedroom.

The third was my office. So, her real options were my bed, Cami's bed, or the couch. And while she seemed ready to fall asleep how she was now, I knew she wouldn't be comfortable there for too long. Last night she moved a lot, and she did love to snuggle into me. It was getting closer to being too late to stay up knowing what time she needed to be up today, and I just moved to try this one more time.

"Noelle." I saw her sleepy eyes make their way up my body and I held out my hand. She took it, helping herself up from the couch. I pulled her into my chest instead of walking and she yawned and covered it up. "You and I... it's new for me, and yes I will probably be jealous and possessive and overbearing... but that isn't on you, or because you do something. It's because of who I am and what I am." Her eyes drifted over to my cut that I left on the recliner and I knew she was putting the pieces together. I wasn't a normal man. I was a man who got what I wanted and fought to keep it.

"Ryan-"

"In this house... there are three bedrooms. One I turned into my office, the other is Cami's when she stays over... and the only big person bed is mine. You really want to sleep alone then I will stay out here on the couch." I could see the subtle shake of her head as I said it already and I moved down closer to her face.

She lifted her face, and I nudged her nose with mine. I saw her eyes, the sleepy, half lidded eyes and I knew she needed to sleep. "Just take me to bed. I need to clean my makeup off and change and-"

"I already brought your basket here, it's all in my room now." I told her and she started to limp after me and I shook my head and made my way to her side, making her confused and then I lifted her up, walking around like she was my prize as I took her to my bedroom.

I set her on the bed, took out the makeup box that she had before and she started to just wipe the makeup off, she looked so shiny and cute when there wasn't anything left and I saw my hickey on her neck when she was done. She stood up and I took the wipe and let her figure out what she wanted to wear to bed. I grabbed a pair of clean shorts from my dresser and undressed before her.

I may have flashed her more and more of my body before turning to see her pausing in getting her skirt off. I knew she was too tired and conflicted to know what to do, so I dressed quickly, taking a new shirt from my dresser and walking over to her.

She slipped my shirt on over her bra and I watched her to the little magic trick to get it off before she stripped completely. The bed was in the middle of the room, but there weren’t too many windows, so she was still going to be closer to the back of the room than the door. Thankfully, this also meant she would be able to get to the bathroom and lock the door without being in danger if something were to happen.

She got in the bed and I saw her curl up and turn away from me, shivering just slightly since the sheets were probably cold. I hadn't slept here in a week at least. I slipped in, sensing how cold the sheets were and I laid back. She fell asleep curled into a ball, keeping warm, and before I fell asleep completely wishing this day to be over already, she turned, reaching out and finding me before curling into my side.

I kept her close, not letting her pull away at any point during the night and I settled on knowing that this day was at least ending how it began. Cuddling the hottest woman, I knew.