instant he rises up over me and stands. I watch in anticipation as he reaches into his back pocket, pulls out a wallet and then a condom, and kicks his jeans off into a heap beside the bed. I notice the ripple of his tattooed arms as he pulls open the wrapper and slides it over his thick, pulsing root. I scarcely have time to admire how beautiful he is before he is kneeling back on the bed. Suddenly, I have to have him inside me, and his eyes lock onto mine as he leans forward and the tip of him presses hotly against my weeping hole. With a groan, he closes his eyes and slips deep inside me, and I can’t believe the perfection as he fills me. He freezes, and then after a few moments he begins to thrust, slowly at first and then faster. My hands wrap around his body as I pull myself forward. I throw my head back and moan in ecstasy as he rocks against me. “Fuck!” he mutters, his tone urgent. My fingers rake across his back. He pulls me with him, higher and higher, as our voices meet in matching cries of need. Soon, a loud groan rips from him as he stiffens, and I call his name and come again as he shudders and fills me with his release.
Still inside me, Ryker falls forward, being careful not to crush me, and pulls me against him on the bed. We’re kissing now, deeply, passionately, as though we know it’s not over yet. Time passes, I don’t know how much, and I sleep. When I wake, he is still beside me, stroking my hair away from my face.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I say. Because I have to say something.
“I know,” he replies. He kisses me again, deeply.
After a few minutes, wordlessly, he gets up. I hear him go into the bathroom, flush the condom, and run the water in the sink. He comes back with a warm washcloth and hands it to me without speaking. I take it, strangely touched at this kindness.
As I wipe myself, he grabs his jeans from the floor and pulls them on, then does the same with his T-shirt. “I’ll wait for you out there,” he says quietly, and slips out the door.
I sit on the bed and watch him leave. I glance around the room and notice my own shredded tee on the floor. Slowly, I stand and pick it up, but instead of throwing it in the trash can by my bed, I open a drawer of the dresser and tuck it inside.
Chapter Eight
Ryker
So much for ignoring her.
I don’t know how I managed to fool myself into thinking I’d be able to stay away from Hadley, especially with her under the same roof. Just knowing she was there, it was like she was some sort of beacon sending out a signal. I could barely think straight, knowing she was just upstairs.
When Lon asked me to drive her back to the garage to pick up her car, I should have told him I had something else going on. Anything to stay away from her. But I didn’t.
Fuck me.
We didn’t say much on the way over to the garage. I think Hadley hadn’t realized I’d be bringing her over on the bike, because she seemed a little startled and nervous when we walked out of the house and she saw my chopper sitting there. But she got on behind me anyway, and when she wrapped her arms around my waist, I got hard so fast it was like we hadn’t just spent the last twenty minutes fucking each other’s brains out. I drove her back to Cooper’s, feeling the thrum of the bike underneath us and her thighs pressed up against my ass. When we got there, she jumped off the bike like it was on fire and ran towards the garage without looking back at me.
I followed her a few seconds later and saw her talking to Lon. He looked up at me and waved as I walked up. “Thanks for bringing her, Ryke.”
“No problem,” I muttered, trying as hard as I fucking could to act natural. Then, turning to Hadley, I asked, “You got everything you need?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but just then, a bellow came from the other side of the garage. “Hadley!”
I
Still inside me, Ryker falls forward, being careful not to crush me, and pulls me against him on the bed. We’re kissing now, deeply, passionately, as though we know it’s not over yet. Time passes, I don’t know how much, and I sleep. When I wake, he is still beside me, stroking my hair away from my face.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I say. Because I have to say something.
“I know,” he replies. He kisses me again, deeply.
After a few minutes, wordlessly, he gets up. I hear him go into the bathroom, flush the condom, and run the water in the sink. He comes back with a warm washcloth and hands it to me without speaking. I take it, strangely touched at this kindness.
As I wipe myself, he grabs his jeans from the floor and pulls them on, then does the same with his T-shirt. “I’ll wait for you out there,” he says quietly, and slips out the door.
I sit on the bed and watch him leave. I glance around the room and notice my own shredded tee on the floor. Slowly, I stand and pick it up, but instead of throwing it in the trash can by my bed, I open a drawer of the dresser and tuck it inside.
Chapter Eight
Ryker
So much for ignoring her.
I don’t know how I managed to fool myself into thinking I’d be able to stay away from Hadley, especially with her under the same roof. Just knowing she was there, it was like she was some sort of beacon sending out a signal. I could barely think straight, knowing she was just upstairs.
When Lon asked me to drive her back to the garage to pick up her car, I should have told him I had something else going on. Anything to stay away from her. But I didn’t.
Fuck me.
We didn’t say much on the way over to the garage. I think Hadley hadn’t realized I’d be bringing her over on the bike, because she seemed a little startled and nervous when we walked out of the house and she saw my chopper sitting there. But she got on behind me anyway, and when she wrapped her arms around my waist, I got hard so fast it was like we hadn’t just spent the last twenty minutes fucking each other’s brains out. I drove her back to Cooper’s, feeling the thrum of the bike underneath us and her thighs pressed up against my ass. When we got there, she jumped off the bike like it was on fire and ran towards the garage without looking back at me.
I followed her a few seconds later and saw her talking to Lon. He looked up at me and waved as I walked up. “Thanks for bringing her, Ryke.”
“No problem,” I muttered, trying as hard as I fucking could to act natural. Then, turning to Hadley, I asked, “You got everything you need?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but just then, a bellow came from the other side of the garage. “Hadley!”
I
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