Page 49 of Reckless On Ice

I pull away because it sounds like he’s making excuses. “I don't want to be with someone who’s ashamed to be with me. Or someone afraid of what others will say if they know we’re together,” I admit, even if it means he’s going to walk away.

“I won’t deny you, ever, that’s not what I’m saying. But I do want our privacy. Like, I don't think we have to hard launch this with anything out of the ordinary. Let’s just do us, and people will get the idea, and if they ask, we tell them we’re together,” he explains.

“That sounds reasonable,” I agree slowly.

He’s right. It’s not like my teammate Luke would write an article about having a new girlfriend, so why should I worry about telling the world I have my first boyfriend? Ryder is running his hands up and down my back and it feels way too fucking good to think rationally, but I do have one last question for him.

“You saw the photos of me with Sergio at the Vers event, didn’t you?” I fight the grin that’s pulling at the corners of my mouth when Ryder’s face grows dark, and jealousy lifts his own lips in a sneer.

His hands stop their exploration at the hem of my T-shirt and dip under the material, finding skin. “Is that his name, Mr. Too Hot For His Own Good, in the blue suit, who had his hands all over you? If he ever touches you again, I’ll knock his too-perfect white teeth out and break his scrawny neck. He got a one-night pass that I’ll forgive.” His fingers slide inside my sweats and cup my ass. “This is mine now. I’m the only one who gets to touch it, look at it, eat it, fuck it, you name it, it’s mine. I do not share,” he growls, squeezing and sending bolts of lust streaking through me and all the blood in my body heads straightto my cock.

I groan and drop my forehead to his. “Goddamn, you’re a possessive monster.”

“You have no fucking idea. You knew this was what you were asking for when you wanted me to say I wanted you, right? I’m about to tear this ass up and mark you with my cum, make you wear it for the rest of the day, so you know you’re mine. You’re prepared for that, aren't you? Because I don't do half-assed. I do the whole fucking ass and I want yours.” He presses his lips to my neck and kisses a wet trail down to the crook of my shoulder and bites, making my knees weak.

“Jesus. Fuck. Ryder, oh my God,” I hiss, the pain and pleasure so glorious it’s hard to even think about everything he’s doing to me. My cock is so hard and rubbing against his, his powerful hands are on my ass and kneading, and now he’s biting the hell out of my neck again. The flurry of sensations has me seeing stars, and I blurt out the most important thing he needs to know. “I’m a virgin.”

His teeth pop off the flesh of my neck and he kisses the spot gently as his hands release my ass and move up to wrap around my waist. He’s still holding me tightly to him as he pulls back to look me in the eye. “You’ve never had sex?” His voice holds disbelief.

Adrenaline joins the other hormones gallivanting through my system, sending an icy wave of terror straight to my brain that this is where it’ll all go wrong. I roll my lips in and squeeze my eyes shut, embarrassment flooding me with this admission, so I can't look him in the eye when I say, “Never really had theopportunity.”

“I know you’ve been keeping it quiet, but I would think someone as hot and as fantastic as you would have found someone, somehow, at some point,” he says, voice a bit awestruck.

I open my eyes and catch his, and there’s no judgment, which is such a fucking relief. I shake my head, but can’t answer.

“On Vers you were so confident and sexy, and fuck, you had me coming harder than I thought possible with just your words and how you handled yourself.” His praise is a balm to my mortification, easing the sting of admitting what feels like a big fucking deal.

“I mean, I’ve watched plenty of porn, and I’ve done everything I can by myself, so I’m not a complete novice. I know what I like, and know what I think I’d like with someone else, but no partners.” I duck my head into his shoulder and exhale, feeling the burden I’ve carried with me for thirty-one years now shared with someone else. It’s not gone entirely, but it doesn't feel quite so heavy.

“I’ve never fucked a man before,” Ryder says, quietly. “But an ass is an ass, and I know I like those, so we’ll get there.” He runs his fingers up my spine to my neck and pulls my face out of his shoulder so I’m looking at him when he speaks next. “Let’s take it slow and figure it out together, okay? No rush. All I need is you and the promise that someday soon I will absolutely be tearing up this amazing ass.”

“Oh, trust me, I want that, too. I…I have things I use on myself, so we can always try,” I say with hope. I’m quite familiar with my prostate and know the joys of a vibrating wand, thank you. In fact, I could use it on Ryder and open his world up a bit…

“Not in front of Goldie, though,” Ryder says, nodding toward the fish tank. “We don't want to give her any ideas about her daddies. Let me see that big bed of yours.”

I laugh, thankful for his gift of levity when this could have become incredibly awkward. Not being sexually experienced when Ryder is the opposite freaked me out. It was one thing to be giving and receiving a blow job for the first time together, without him realizing the extent of my inexperience. But to tell him I’ve donenothingwith anyone and taking it as well as he did was…unexpected.

Ryder doesn't let me go. Instead, he walks us toward the hallway, kissing his way up my neck until he’s at my mouth again. I’m not about to fight him when the attention feels so damn good. He kisses me hungrily, and my hands are in his hair, running through the silky strands, loving that I can touch him and know he’s mine after wanting him for so long. He bumps me into the wall, and I groan when he grinds his hips into mine and my cock brushes against his. Fuck, that feels good. He rolls us toward my bedroom until I have him pinned to the wall, my thigh between his legs, and he shamelessly grinds against me as he pulls at my T-shirt. I raise my arms, becoming a tangle of limbs when my shirt gets stuck. We workto extricate ourselves from the mess of clothes, arms, and lips when we finally make it to my door.

I palm the doorknob, twisting it open and letting us inside as I find the collar of my shirt and pull it off my body so I can be skin-to-skin with Ryder at last. He’s so hot we burn as soon as our bodies collide, and I push him down on the bed, following close behind after my shoes and socks come off. He rolls me to my back and runs his hands over my chest, his fingers skating over my pecs and flicking my nipples so I hiss, and down over my abs that jump and shudder at his touch.

“These fucking lines,” he says, tracing the V lines along my obliques to my cock.

“You have them, too,” I point out, fingering his own Adonis belt.

“Not like this. Fuck, they make me damn near lose my mind.”

He straddles my legs, bending to lick along the lines he was just admiring. I groan, my cock jumping and hitting him in the throat through my sweats as he goes. He chose his position; it’s a hazard of the spot, unfortunately.

“Please tell me you have lube,” he rasps, his mouth tracing hot kisses across my stomach to the trail of hair leading below the waistband of my sweats.

“Top drawer of my nightstand,” I whisper, the words extremely hard to get out when my brain is oxygen-deprived due to all the blood in my body circulating to my dick, where Ryder has pulled my sweats down and is sucking me throughmy briefs. Goddamn, that feels good.

He climbs off me and finds the lube before coming back. “Sit up against the headboard. I need to kiss you whenever I want.”

Damn, he’s so bossy. I fucking love it.

I scoot until my back is against the pillows and the headboard, and Ryder is on his knees at my feet. I have to take a shuddering breath because this doesn't feel real. He’s so beautiful as he crawls toward me, hair in his face, those hazel-green eyes making him look even more like a damn predator stalking his prey. I should be scared, but all I feel is a thrill of anticipation and a hell of a lot of desire.

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