Ryker (The Powers That Be Book 4) Read Free Page A

drive and once in the street drove off.
    “I know you,” I heard from right behind me which made me jump a foot in the air.
    I turned around quickly to face the freaking Greek god that stood there, seeing that his hair, cut in what my mom would call a curtain cut undercut (she was a hairdresser), was all messy but looking sexy as hell. Shaved sides and longer on top and let me tell you, Ryker worked that hair well. Then there was his amazing tattooed chest and cut abs that were on display for my viewing pleasure. And, dear God, that damned V just below his waist that was so prominent and disappeared inside the jeans that hung low on his hips literally had my mouth drooling.
    “Uh, no, I don’t think you do,” I mumbled not able to control my eyes as they roamed over his hard body. God!
    “I think I do.”
    My eyes shot up and locked with his light brown ones that I just noticed had gold flecks and were lined in dark, sooty lashes. Dammit. Why’d he have to look so good?
    “No, I don’t think so,” I muttered again, starting to back away from him because I needed to get the hell out of there now since it’d just dawned on me that he and hot pink Beetle owner Lindsey had spent the night together and that wasn’t cool.
    His eyes were intense practically boring a hole right through me watching as I took another step back which only led to his taking a barefooted one forward.
    “Yeah. I do,” he repeated, his eyes full of recognition now.
    Shit!
    “Sorry, I don’t think you do,” I repeated and turned to go.
    The next thing I knew, he moved fast and had me backed against the truck, his hands on either side of me on the truck bed, keeping me there as I looked up at him with big eyes. Damn.
    “You were here Saturday,” he informed me of something I already knew.
    I licked my lips nervously wondering how the hell I could get free, contemplating whether he could sue me if I stomped on his foot with my boot before making a run for it. I made a note to ask Sharee about it. But no way was I going to stand there and relive something that had meant nothing to him just to be humiliated all over again.
    Leaning in close he said, “I fucked you,” all low and sexy and hot, his gorgeous eyes still piercing mine. “You were the hungry one who couldn’t get enough of my dick. Practically starved.”
    Now wait just a damned minute here. “Wh-what?” I asked indignantly, shocked that he’d talk that way to me. And about me!
    “Yeah, babe. Tightest, wettest pussy I’ve had. Possibly best piece of ass I think I’ve ever had.”
    My mouth fell open. “Did you really just say that?” I glared up at him.
    “I think you heard me.” Now I saw amusement in those captivating eyes of his and that really pissed me off.
    Oh. My. God.
    Oh, my God!
    I pushed at his chest and ducked out under his arm spinning to face him, my hands going to my hips. “You’re unbelievable!” I spat, glowering at him.
    “If I recall right, that’s what you were moaning the other night.” He gave me a half smirk and it was all I could do to keep from smacking the shit out of him.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I gave him my best repulsed look. “To think I’ve wanted you for two years. And now I find out you’re just some…” I threw my hand out at him as I frowned in disgust, “some crude asshole who’ll fuck any piece of ass you can find! God! How stupid am I?” I turned and stomped down the driveway to my car.
    “Not just any piece of ass, baby!” he hollered after me. “Only the hottest pieces for me!” I heard him chuckling as I jerked open my car door and got inside slamming my door.
    I turned the key to start the engine and took off as fast as my poor little Camry would let me, giving him one last glare only to see him still smirking at me, his arms now across his magnificent chest.
    “Frankie!” I heard coming from my coat pocket.
    Shit! I hadn’t hung up when I’d dropped my phone into it.
    I dug it out of my