Page 27 of Ryder

“I might’ve been a no-hoper from the other side of town, but I know right from wrong.”

I cup one side of his face. “You were never, nor will you ever be, a no-hoper.”

We stare at one another for a while. “You sure you don’t want me to drive you back to the hotel?”

“No.” Panic rises in me, but I shove it down. “I’m fine, if you are?”

“This bed is pretty small, but I’m tired and it’s late. Some chick kept me up all night. Need a few hours rest before I fuck you again.”

“Wow,” I stammer. “Don’t hold back.”

He smiles softly. “Go to sleep.”

And I do, somehow, in this tiny bed with Ryder wrapped around me. It feels like the safest, warmest place in the world, and I never want this night to end.

I wake with a start, not knowing where I am. A streak of sunlight peeks through the curtains as I shield my eyes. I’ve no clue what time it is. I reach for my phone, but realizing that I’m not in my own bed, I give up the search.

Then I feel something poke at my back entrance. I still, then I see Ryder’s arms wrapped around me, my back to his front. He presses his lips against my shoulder.

“Mornin’ sleepy head,” he mumbles.

“What time is it?”

“Just after five.”

“So early,” I mutter.

I feel the poke again, then his hand dips lower. “Not used to havin’ a girl in my bed.”

“Oh? So, you do kick them out after you’ve had your fun?”

“Maybe they kick me out, don’t know if you’ve noticed, this bed is really fuckin’ small.”

“Luckily I like cuddling.”

“Who have you been cuddlin’ lately?”

I wiggle my ass and he hisses. “Mind your business.”

I’m sure I hear him growl, but that can’t be right. What does he care who I’m cuddling? “How long are you in NOLA for?”

“Until tomorrow,” I sigh.

“Then I guess we better make the most of it.”

“I guess we better.”

He parts my ass cheek slightly and I feel him shift, the tip of his dick sliding through my heat. Oh, my. “Did I make you feel good last night?”

“You know you did. Thank God for the loud music, it drowned out my screams.”

I feel him chuckle. “You’re even more vocal than usual.”

I’m about to throw back a retort when one hand slides up my side then around to my breast, cupping it and his thumb brushes over my nipple. “Mmmm.”

“Pussy’s so damn tight, drive a man wild,” he murmurs in my ear. “Don’t pretend you didn’t save this all for me.”

I think he likes that idea, it turns him on, and who am I to argue? “So what if I did? I knew nobody could fuck me like you could, Ryd. And I was right.”

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