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I’m not used to this sexual stuff with guys or girls, but my dick is beyond hard right now as I grind into his thick thigh. I can’t turn it off around Ryder. He gets me so worked up. Feeling brave and bold, I slip my hands under his cutoff and slide them up the hard ridges of his abdomen.
“You like that, Blue? Like touching my body while you get yourself off? Use me and make yourself come.”
“Fuck. Ryder,” I whimper, and I don’t whimper. Ever.
What is he doing to me?
A sharp knock on the door halts all movements as we freeze.
“Hurry up, you guys! I’m ready to show Fallon my room!” Sofie whines from the other side of the door.
I can’t help but snort. I’ve never had a little sister, but the massive cock-block that just occurred makes me wonder.
“Does that happen a lot?”
It’s like he reads my mind when he answers, and Ryder gives me what I really want to know.
“I don’t hook up with people.”
People?
“Me neither,” I tell him.
“Good.” His hypnotic eyes bore directly into me, putting me in a trance. “We can pick up where we left off later. At my house.” Then he leans down and presses his mouth to my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt and a shiver to run through me. “I’m excited to show you my room too.” Ryder releases me from his leg and the wall, and I nearly slide to the floor. My knees are weak and shaking.
I don’t know what’s happening to me, but I know we’re both going to have the worst case of blue balls at my birthday dinner.
CHAPTERTWELVE
RYDER
Fallon again devours his dinner, Georgie looking on with pride and admiration. He’s so tiny, yet he just inhaled an entire filet, a lobster tail, and tried some of every side, including her weird little meat pies.
“I’m glad yer enjoyin’ yerself, Fallon. It’s nice for my culinary expertise to be appreciated by young folk every now and then. This one over here only eats children’s food.” She hikes a thumb to her left, pointing at me. Her long white braid rests over her shoulder like it always does when she’s not cooking.
“Hey! I just ate a steak and a baked potato! Right in front of you. What the heck, Georgie? You’re gonna side with all of them now? I see how it is. I’ll remember it too.”
“Don’t take that tone with me, lad. And don’t forget I know ye wet the bed ’til ye were ten.”
“Georgie!”
How can she play me like that?
“That was fucking cold.”
Sofie bursts out laughing, and now I’m regretting inviting Georgie to join us for dinner, even though sheispart of the family, and shedidmake everything.
She’s like another grandmother to us. Abuelalives in Southern California with Aunty Marie, Dad’s little sister. They live close to the border, near Mexico, where my dad’s side of the family is from. We don’t see her every day, so it’s nice to have Georgie around to cook and help with things. When she’s not being an asshole, that is.
I glance next to me and check to see if there’s any way Fallon didn’t hear that. Sometimes, he’s in his own world, so there’s a slight chance. But no can do; the sideways pull to his mouth and the slight tilt to his tempting-as-fuck lip ring tells me he’s trying desperately not to smile or maybe even laugh at me.
Fuck. I wouldn’t care if he laughed at me if it meant I could hear the sound. He barely speaks; I can’t even think of what his laughter would be like. I need to know.
“Don’t worry, Fallon. I won’t drink too much before bed, but you can take the top bunk, just in case.”
There’s that awkward silence again that loves to happen in this household for some reason. Especially at family dinners, holidays, first meetings. . . important things like that. It must be a Cruz family tradition.Swear to God.
My sister comes in for the save again when a loud peal of laughter erupts from her lips, along with some tears.
