All Chapters of MY HOT BIKER SAVIOUR : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~TESSA~ Just when I thought all my fears had been buried, things seemed to be falling apart. Again. Though Ryder had told me not to worry my head about what I'd seen earlier, it still... didn't feel okay. He said it was probably some kid... who'd done it. But... that thing? It looked odd to me. Only one name echoed through my mind. Marcus Reynolds. Who else could it have been?~ Dinner should’ve felt normal. Debbie made pasta... ... and Mrs. Bishop was glowing, talking about some garden party she wanted to throw before the weather changed. But Ryder barely touched his food. He wasn’t tense exactly... he was coiled. Calm. Polite. But somewhere else. I watched him from across the table. Said nothing. But I felt it. Like he was preparing for something. A storm, maybe. Afterward, I found him in the garage... alone, standing beside his bike. I didn’t speak right away. Just leaned in the doorway and waited. He was loading something into his saddlebag.

~TESSA~ The house was quiet when we walked in. Too quiet. Ryder’s hand never left the small of my back as he guided me through the entryway, past the grand staircase, through the halls. I felt the tension in him... And I... I didn't know what to say or how to feel. I was... dumfounded. I had a lot going on in my mind. A lot. I needed answers... right away! We didn’t stop in the kitchen. We didn’t stop in the living room. We went straight to the room. He shut the door behind us with a quiet click. I stood in the middle of the space, staring at the rug under my boots, arms crossed tight over my chest. Then I turned to him. “Sit,” I said. He raised an eyebrow, still gripping the handle of the door. “You okay?” “Ryder,” I said, “I want the truth. All of it. Now.” He hesitated. So I stepped closer, voice trembling but clear. “No more holding back. No more protecting me. What happened today… that could’ve gone so much worse. If I didn’t have that bat... if Casey hadn’t

~TESSA~ I couldn't help but laugh as Ryder scooped me up from the bathroom floor, his strong arms wrapped around me like a steel band. "You're such a fucking caveman, Ryder," I teased, my laughter echoing off the tiled walls. He chuckled. "And you love it, Tessa." I did. I really fucking did. After years of dealing with Marcus' toxic bullshit, Ryder was a breath of fresh air. A rough, tough, leather-clad breath of fresh air... The towel barely stayed on as he lifted me. One arm under my thighs, the other at the small of my back, his skin warm and damp against mine. I pressed my face to his chest, heart thudding... Ryder’s footsteps padded softly across the floor, slow and deliberate... Ryder gently laid me down on the bed, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in my now naked form. "Fuck, Tessa," he growled, his hand reaching out to cup my breast. "You're so fucking beautiful." My fingers curled around his wrist as he leaned over me, bracing himself

~TESSA~ My man was the best you could ever find on the planet. No wonder it had fallen so hard for him. He is... and would always be my everything... and if I was given another chance at life, I'd choose him over and over again... Without thinking twice. Ryder was the perfect match for me... ~ “Okay,” I said, staring at the beast of a bike like it might grow teeth. “So you’re telling me I... won’t die if I touch this thing?” Ryder stood beside me, arms crossed, grin permanently installed on his rugged face. “You’re not going to die. You’re going to learn.” I narrowed my eyes. “You say that like you weren’t a full-grown biker when you were ten.” “I was eleven,” he corrected. “And I crashed into a garden shed on day one. You’ll do better.” I gave him a look. He winked. I swung my leg over TB—Tessa Bishop, still made my chest flutter... and tried not to show how ridiculously nervous I was. It felt solid between my thighs. Powerful. Like it could take me

~RYDER~ We sat down like we hadn’t just lit a social grenade in the center of the restaurant. Tessa was still breathing fast... Her fingers clutched the edge of the cloth napkin like she was trying not to tremble. I reached across the table and gently took her hand in mine. “You okay?” I asked, voice low. She nodded, but her eyes were still fixed on the path Clara had been dragged through just minutes ago. “Yeah. Just… surprised I didn’t throw the whole table at her.” A grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. “You did good.” “I slapped someone in public.” “And she earned every millimeter of that slap.” Tessa looked at me then... really looked... and I saw it hit her. The shift. That she didn’t have to shrink anymore. That she wasn’t the girl who used to survive bullies in silence. She was the woman who threw wine in their face and held her own. A waitress walked to our table... “Can I, um… bring you a new glass of wine?” Tessa smirked. “Yes. One I don