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I feel like I’m stumbling over my thoughts, but Ryder reaches out and grabs my hand, giving it a squeeze, allowing me to continue while also reassuring me.
“I didn’t really care where I went or what happened to me. I abandoned Dad, and I wasn’t enough for Mom. Wasn’t enough to keep her happy. I lived through years of being told by her asshole boyfriends that I was worthless. An easy, unmoving target. They knew I wouldn’t fight back. Talk back. It was too easy.” I turn my head and lift my arm, wiping my nose on my shoulder and sniffling loudly.
“Youareworthy. Youdeserveto be loved. I’ll show you. Every day. For as long as I need to, Fallon. I love you so fucking much.” Ryder gently nudges me to the bed, and I fall back.
He climbs on, lying next to me with his hand tucked under his cheek. He reaches out and brushes a leftover tear from the corner of my eye.
Desire, need, andloveblaze within me, heating my skin and forcing me to finally voice what I’ve been feeling for a while now.
“I. . . I love you too, Ryder. So fucking much. You’re the one person on this planet that holds my happiness in his hand. And that scares me, Ry. It scares me so much.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Ever. So be prepared to be happy for the rest of your life, Blue.”
He lowers his full lips to mine, pressing hard like he wants to be as close as possible.
I want that too.
I think I need it.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE
RYDER
Ipull back from the kiss, and his steely blue eyes search my face before darting down to my mouth. I tell him I love him. Let him see the words on my lips.
I’ll tell him every day until he truly feels it.
He closes his eyes for a moment. A single, silent tear leaks from one eye. “I need you,” he murmurs, his voice breaking on the last word.
I lean forward and kiss the tear away. “I got you, baby. I got you.”
I scramble off the bed and rush to my duffle bag, digging through my toiletries until I find the small bottle of lube I packed.
The hotel beds are on a platform of sorts and at the perfect height for my hips. An idea strikes me.
I toss the bottle next to Fallon and lean forward, grasping the waistband of his sweats and peeling them down with his underwear. I grab his hips and yank him to the edge of the bed, causing his breath to hitch. I smirk. He loves it when I manhandle him.
Fallon isn’t completely hard yet, so I lean down, pressing my face to his groin and inhaling deeply. He smells like fresh soap and Fallon. My favorite smell.
I suck his soft cock, letting it harden inside my mouth until he’s fully erect.
“Fuck, Ry,” he mumbles before pulling his T-shirt over his head. I do the same, removing my pants too.
“Pull your knees back for me, Fal.”
I’m serious-Ryder right now, and his cock jumps at the command. He grasps under his knees and pulls back, exposing his ass to me.
My pupils dilate at the sight, and I chew on my bottom lip, contemplating what I want to do next. A shiver races through me at the thought that I can doanything.
I grab the lube and squirt a generous amount onto my fingers before running them through Fallon’s crease, making him moan and pull on his legs. I continue to just tease and caress, not penetrating him.
His cock is leaking and twitching.
“Ry. Please.”
Deciding he’s waited long enough, I reward his patience by pressing into him with one finger, his body easily pulling me in.
His eyes roll into the back of his head as he groans in relief when I begin to pump my finger into his ass.
