Page 89 of Lost Boy
“What’s wrong? I thought you said you weren’t hurt.”
“I’m not.”
“What was that face you made, then?” He won’t give up.
“I don’t make faces. I only have one. Mine.”
Ryder’s frown quirks up at that. “And I like it a lot. It’s a nice-looking one. I just don’t like to see it in pain.” His smile drops again, brows creasing. “You hurt, Blue? Tell me. Please.”
“I’m fine, Ry. For real. Okay? Just a little sore.”
“Do you need ice?”
“No.”
“A heating pad?”
“No.”
“Ibuprofen?”
I sigh heavily. “No, Ryder.”
“Dick?”
“No—”
Wait a second.I narrow my eyes on him.Tricky.
“Yes to the last one,” I murmur, and he chuckles. Wanting dick, or anything sexual, really, is a new development in my life, but it feels right. Everything with Ryder feels right.
He trails his big palms up my stomach, causing me to shiver. My belly hollows out, and my skin pebbles. I’m already hard, and he’s barely even touched me.
“You like it?” he asks softly.
“Yeah.” My voice is low, scratchy.
He continues his exploration, circling my belly button with his pointer finger and making my stomach flutter. My breath hitches at his teasing touch.
He trails those gentle fingers higher, grazing over my nipples. I keep my gaze locked on his. Hypnotized by his words, his touch, and his mesmerizing stare.
“I’mma win the championship for you, Blue. Steal the trophy from those fuckers, crush their dreams, and stomp on their hopes. They deserve less than nothing for how they’ve treated you and a possible restraining order because Dustin seems to have fixated on my sisterandboyfriend. It’s not normal.He’snot normal.”
I keep the blowjob comments Dustin made to myself, deciding not to divulge every sordid detail to further antagonize Ryder. He’s not an angry person, but he’s walking a fine line of restraint. He’s a hair’s breadth away from laying Dustin out and possibly losing everything in the process. He doesn’t need this negativity or stress during the most important week of his high school career. He just needs to get through it so he can retaliate on the court.
His gentle touch skims over my sore shoulder, and I lean down to claim his lips to take his mind off what happened to me.
His mouth takes command, rolling his tongue against mine and stoking a fire inside me. A flame that was never lit until Ryder came into my life. And now we burn bright—hot and heavy—as I grind against him in my soft gray joggers.
“I wanna do something. Will you let me?” He pants into my open mouth.
I pull back, peering at him quizzically. “What is it?”
“Trust me, right?”
“Yeah, Ry. I trust you.”
His small, vulnerable smile turns into a fully wicked grin. “Pants off. I need you naked.”
