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  Two Worlds Colliding

  Scorpio Stinger MC, Volume 1

  Jani Kay

  Published by Jani Kay, 2014.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places or events are entirely coincidental.

  TWO WORLDS COLLIDING

  First edition. March 18, 2014.

  Copyright © 2014 Jani Kay.

  ISBN: 978-0992309060

  Written by Jani Kay.

  Table of Contents

  Synopsis

  ~ Jade ~

  Chapter 1 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 2 ~ Jade

  Chapter 3 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 4 ~ Jade

  Chapter 5 ~ Jade

  Chapter 6 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 7 ~ Jade

  Chapter 8~ Ryder

  Chapter 9 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 10 ~ Jade

  Chapter 11 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 12 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 13 ~ Jade

  Chapter 14 ~ Jade

  Chapter 15 ~ Jade

  Chapter 16 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 17 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 18 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 19 ~ Jade

  Chapter 20 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 21 ~ Jade

  Chapter 22 ~ Jade

  Chapter 23 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 24 ~ Jade

  Chapter 25 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 26 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 27 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 28 ~ Jade

  Chapter 29 ~ Jade

  Chapter 30 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 31 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 32 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 33 ~ Jade

  Chapter 34 ~ Ryder

  Chapter 35 ~ Jade

  SCORPIO STINGER MC ~ Unchain My Heart (Book #2)

  Chapter 1 ~ Ryder

  TWO WORLDS COLLIDING

  Jani Kay

  Adult Contemporary Romance Novel

  Book is intended for mature readers 18 + due to sex and language contained

  ISBN: 978-0-9923090-6-0

  Copyright 2014 JANI KAY

  All Rights Reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Edited by: Lauren McKellar

  Cover design © Arijana Karčić, Cover It! Designs

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be distributed for commercial or non-commercial purposes, copied, or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except for brief quotations embodied for reviews.

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  Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  Synopsis

  SCORPIO STINGER MC ~ Two Worlds Colliding (Book #1)

  All any woman ever wants, is to know that she’s worth fighting for.

  All any man ever wants, is to know that he can take care of his woman.

  Protect her, provide for her, look after her needs and desires.

  That’s enough. Right?

  WRONG.

  It matters where they come from.

  It matters who their family is.

  Especially when it’s from polar opposite worlds.

  Opposites attract. Ryder and Jade are drawn to one another like magnets.

  The Princess and the Biker.

  They fall in lust—hard.

  But is it strong enough to lead to love when everything is stacked against them?

  Will Jade follow her heart or her head?

  Ryder OR her family.

  Can Ryder forget his allegiance to his brothers and his club to have his Princess?

  Jade OR his family.

  Is Jade worth fighting for? Ryder thinks so...

  “Jade was the perfect woman for me. I’d give my last breath for her.” ~ Ryder

  What happens when Ryder and Jade’s two worlds collide?

  Is what they have strong enough to overcome the odds?

  Or will their worlds destroy one another and rip them apart.

  In Cobra’s words: “I want to see you happy with your woman. But it can't be Jade. You’re a modern-day fucking Romeo and Juliet.”

  Is the ultimate price too high?

  Contains Explicit Sex & Language for Mature Audience 18+

  The Scorpio Stinger MC Series is dedicated to my son, Neil.

  The Scorpio in my life.

  Love you with all my heart.

  RYDER PREQUEL: Last Chapter . . .

  Two Worlds Colliding STARTS exactly where the Prequel ENDED

  ~ Jade ~

  I'd behaved like a slut. But it was worth it. I'd just had the best sex of my life.

  Pity it couldn't ever happen again.

  Ryder didn't believe me when I told him earlier. He was going to find out the hard way.

  So this was what it felt like to let go. To have multiple orgasms. To be thoroughly fucked by a magnificent man who knew what he wanted.

  Nothing would ever compare to this experience. I was glad I'd had the opportunity to have this one night with Ryder. I'd given freely and received so much in return. Ryder was indeed the sex god I'd imagined him to be.

  It was everything I'd always hoped for. When reading romance novels and dreaming about the perfect man, playing with BOB, I'd hoped it would be this good.

  Poor B.O.B., he'd have a hard time to satisfy me after this.

  Ryder scooped me into his arms, pulling me tightly to his chest.

  I let him hold me, savoring the moment, his warmth and his closeness, because the memory of tonight would have to last a long time.

  To Ryder, I was most likely nothing more than another fuck—quickly forgotten when the next one came along. My heart twisted at the thought. If only there could be more.

  But I was a realist too, in spite of being a hopeless romantic. I knew it was impossible. We were completely wrong for one another. We couldn't be more different—in every way.

  And there was my family to contend with too.

  “Babe,” he groaned, “got to get you home now. I've got to get back to the house.”

  At least he had a valid reason. He wasn’t giving me a bullshit story, just to get rid of me now he’d had me.

  “Yes, we better get back.” More than likely my parents were worried about me by now. Dad probably had Harrison and half of the LAPD looking for me. He had connections in high places, and he’d use them in a situation like this.

  What had Marcus told him, if anything?

  This was going to be more than complicated to explain to my family.

  Yet, I would never regret this one night of wild abandon. Now I could settle for the life my parents wanted for me, at least knowing I’d had one night of uninhibited fucking. Every person should experience it at least once in their lifetime. I’d had my shot at it tonight—I was happy.

  “You can't drop me at home. My family is probably looking for me by now.”

  Shaking his head, Ryder growled, “I need to know that you are home safely.”

  “My family will see you. That’s not safe for you.”

  “I'm not good enough for you,” he said, his face deadpan.

  I shook my head. “No, it’s not that.” I bit my lip, hesitating. “My brother—he’s a cop.”

  He sucked in a breath.

  “And—?” He sense
d that there was more to my revelation than I was letting on.

  “He...he hates bikers.”

  His eyebrow quirked. I had his full attention now.

  “With a vengeance.” Even that was putting it mildly.

  He cupped my face and tilted my head so that I was staring into his eyes.

  “If you rate me as someone who gives a flying fuck about what other people think of me, you are sorely mistaken.”

  “Ryder—”

  He placed a finger on my lips, silencing me.

  “The only person—outside of my club—whose opinion about me counts, is right in front of me, staring at me with big blue eyes, and a mouth with lips so sweet, I just want to kiss the shit out of them.”

  “He’ll kill you, Ryder.”

  “Let him give it his best shot. Because when I want something, I always get it. And right now, I want more of your sweet pussy. Ain't nobody gonna stop me getting that.”

  My heartbeat quickened. “Yeah?” It was the crudest way a man could tell a woman he wanted her, but coming from Ryder, it was sexy as hell.

  “Yeah. Bet your pussy is clenching right now. Bet you want me again.”

  I gasped. How did he know? Was I that transparent?

  He chuckled, “I know because my cock is aching to get back inside you. I love your greedy little cunt.”

  “Sweet Jesus, Ryder!” I slapped his arm, even though his dirty talking turned me on beyond comprehension. And the way he called me bitch...and princess...and babe...every word from his mouth dripped with sexual innuendo. It was the way he said it, not the words themselves. I couldn’t get enough.

  “You were made for fucking, babe. And I'm going to fuck you till you can't walk. That pussy’s mine now. For as long as it’s mine, no other man will touch you.”

  He was thinking with his dick. That didn't bode well for when he realized just what I'd told him.

  After The Incident, Harrison had zero tolerance toward MC clubs and bikers. He blamed them for ruining his life. My brother would kill him on sight if he knew I'd fucked Ryder.

  My life had just become complicated. It had more twists than any romance novel I'd ever read. Because I wouldn’t be able to resist Ryder, even if I knew it could lead to his death.

  How fucked up was that?

  “I'm serious. This can't happen again. You can't come anywhere near me. It’s not going to end well. I don't want you dead.”

  He laughed, a low ominous sound. “I'll take my chances. Your pussy is mine. Nothing is going to stop me from taking it whenever I want it. And that will be all the time. Get used to it, Princess.”

  Full blown dread rose in my chest. My throat tightened until I struggled to breathe.

  The stubborn asshole biker isn’t going to listen to me.

  Two men I cared about were going to be at war, and I was helpless to stop it.

  There would be casualties. Blood even.

  Two worlds were colliding.

  Mine and Ryder’s.

  Just what in heaven’s name had I gotten myself into?

  Chapter 1 ~ Ryder

  “Princess,” I groaned, “you’re killing me here.”

  My head hurt. Why in fuck’s name did I let this woman get under my skin? I knew she’d be trouble, from the first day I walked into the agency.

  But no, my cock knew better. It just had to get the fuck inside that pussy of hers.

  Yeah.

  And now I was screwed in so many ways, it felt like a punch to my gut.

  Jade was a stubborn woman—she wasn’t going to make this easy. But fuck that. Her pussy was mine now, and nobody was gonna stop me from getting more.

  Not even her, or her family.

  She doesn’t know what a persistent fuck I am.

  Tenacious.

  Determined.

  I take what I want. And at this moment, it was the girl I’d just fucked on my bike.

  And THAT was a big deal. ‘Cause I'd never fucked any bitch on the back of my bike. Was never going to either.

  Until Jade.

  I’d never wanted anyone this much. She fucked with my mind. I thought of her all the time—day and night. And now that I’d tasted her pussy, there was no going back. I knew that as sure as I knew my name was Ryder Knox.

  Ryder gets what Ryder wants. Not negotiable.

  Her voice caught in her throat. “It’s because you’re not listening to me, Ryder. I said from the start that we’d have this one night only. Don’t you get that?”

  Her eyes glistened in the dark. Was she fucking tearing up? Uneasy, I rubbed her back, soothing her.

  “I did . . . I do. But now . . . I want more . . . of you.” I groaned.

  Yeah, I was cunt-struck and I knew it. I'd thought once I’d had her, I’d be able to get rid of my obsession with her and her pussy. Turns out it only made me want her more. And she was resisting me. Fuck.

  “It’s impossible, Ryder. You’ve got to believe me.” She wasn’t bitchy, or sarcastic, or anything like she usually was. This worried me even more. It meant she was serious as all hell.

  “Babe, I'm going to get you home now. You're tired, and you’re cold. But we’re gonna talk. Real soon. And I ain’t taking no for an answer.”

  Jade nodded, trembling in my arms. I gripped her ass and pulled her to me, pushing my hardness against her stomach. One more kiss. I had to have just one more . . . I lifted her face to mine and kissed the shit out of her. She had to know how much I wanted her.

  She sighed into my mouth, and melted her soft curves into my hardness. I took her mouth again, sucking at her lips. I figured a man was entitled to some happiness—however fleeting. But there was no way in hell I was getting attached to Jade. Oh no, I’d let my cock have its way with her; I’d fuck her as much as I needed. But that was all.

  Being a realist, I knew it couldn’t last forever because nothing ever did, as if the fucking universe hated me. As soon as I loved somebody as my own, they left me. First Marianne, and then Max. I understood about Max, so I was OK with that. Didn’t hurt any less, though. His moving to New York, on the other side of the fucking country, was as good as if he’d moved to a different planet.

  Reluctantly, I pulled away. Had to get back to the house. Shaking my head to clear the sex-fog in my brain, I got onto the bike.

  “Get on,” I growled.

  Fuck. Looking at her standing there, her arms wrapped around herself, biting her lip, I just wanted to take her to my bed. And then bury myself deep inside her. All night long.

  She hitched her dress up her thighs, exposing the milky-white skin above her stockings where the lacy tops ended. My cock twitched. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Fuck, I wanted her again.

  Her arms came around me as she scooted as close as she could get to me on the bike. Princess was asking for it. I was taking her home. Yeah. That’s what I was going to do.

  “Hold on, babe.” My chest tightened. Jesus, she affected me in ways I didn’t know a woman could.

  The bike roared to life, rumbling under my ass. I took a deep calming breath, then another, deep into my stomach. This feeling I understood—my bike and I had a great relationship. Bitches and I, not so much.

  Chapter 2 ~ Jade

  Slipping my arms around Ryder, I thrust my body against his, needing to be as close to him as humanly possible. I wanted to soak him in, to feel his warmth, and to smell him. Experience every inch of him and burn this into my memory so that later, I could unpack it all and savor tonight over and over for as long as I needed to.

  I squeezed my eyes shut—I wasn’t getting through to Ryder. He wouldn’t listen to what I was trying so hard to make him understand: we were from two different worlds.

  Mutually exclusive worlds.

  My world wouldn’t accept him as much as his wouldn’t accept me.

  Anything between us had to end tonight. There was no other way, especially if there was to be no bloodshed. What we had was a strong physical attraction—nothing else. My stomach churned, and bil
e rose in my throat. This could be one of the best or one of the worst nights of my life.

  Harrison would go ballistic if he just saw Ryder. He’d shoot first, and ask questions later. Since that day almost ten years ago, his hatred of bikers and their kind had turned him into a coldhearted man. In fact, he’d get pleasure out of watching Ryder die a slow and tortured death. For Amy. And the others, too, but mostly for Amy.

  I sighed deeply, drawing the smell of him into my nostrils on an inhale. I'd let him get me close to home and then I'd catch a taxi back to the house.

  It was time I found my own place. Living with my parents had worked for me, up until tonight. Now I needed my own space. I didn’t want to answer to them anymore. It’d never bothered me before, but now I was an adult and it was time to take full responsibility for myself. My twenty-third birthday was only weeks away—it was time to move out.

  Ryder made the trip back toward the city a lot faster than when we’d come up Mulholland Drive earlier. I had to hold on with all my might, our bodies moving as one as he rounded sharp bends, leaning together as the beast roared beneath us.

  The cool wind whipped my hair all over my face. It was useless trying to tame it, so I just went with the flow and closed my eyes, feeling the ride rather than watching. Every bump, every acceleration was amplified with my eyes closed.

  Eventually I heard other traffic noises, so I knew we were approaching built-up areas. Ryder slowed and stopped at what I assumed was a traffic light. I ventured my eyes open and gasped. We were in the driveway of the house in Beverly Hills already.

  A smile crossed my lips. Ryder had listened to me after all. He was going to call a taxi to take me home.

  “Off, babe,” he ordered, his voice a deep growl.

  I jumped off the bike and tried to straighten my windswept hair. I was sure I looked a hot mess with my clingy dress still up around the top of my thighs—the dress I had chosen, because tonight was the night I was going to give in to Marcus and have sex with him.

  Before that plan turned to shit.

  A wry smile crossed my lips. The evening turned out nothing like I’d expected. I’d ended up fucking a man so completely different to Marcus in every imaginable way, yet it was exactly what I’d needed.