Page 51 of Clashing
It was very Ryker-like. Hard and fast, his thrusts so deep I struggled to keep my scream in, his dick creating a permanent imprint inside me. Each thrust granted friction that left me craving more, somehow never sated. His touch electrified me, igniting a spark I didn’t think could burn after the Todd fiasco.
A second release danced on the edge, then toppled off in a beautiful show of pleasure that ricocheted through my nerves. Ryker thrust harder until he finished, challenging my ability to stay quiet so we didn’t rouse suspicion. He stayed inside me for a moment, panting. A few seconds passed, and he crashed another hard kiss on my mouth, one that whispered we could go another round.Or three.
He eased out of me, then let me down. I slumped against the wall to catch my breath while he fixed his pants and held my panties open for me to step into. His hands caressed my legs as he glided the underwear up. Once they were in place, he dropped his forehead to mine and squeezed my ass so hard I gasped.
“Yeah, I’m gonna need to make up for lost time.” A teasing kiss to my lips nearly coaxed a whimper out of me. “Make up an excuse to Dan. You’re coming home with me. Right now.”
I clenched, my insides buzzing at the prospect. “He’s going to want to talk to me for a little bit.”
Ryker dropped his mouth to my neck, his words low and rough. “Make it fast. I’ll meet you outside.” He caught my jaw, his grip almost as bruising as the kiss he planted on my lips. “Don’t keep me waiting, or you’re going to be begging me to let you come all night.”
Oh God.Yep. I already wanted him again.
He peered out first and checked the hallway, then waved me out. On my way to the front, he smacked my ass. As much as I enjoyed it, I sent a glare over my shoulder. It didn’t last long. The way he looked at me held so much promise, my pussy fluttered.Thirsty bitch, didn’t hejusttake care of you?
I made it to my seat in time for Dan to return to the register. He leaned over the counter, looking at me expectantly.Why is he looking at me like that?
Silence ensued. He held out his hand. “The pictures?”
Shit.Right.The pictures.
I pulled up the photos on my phone and handed it over. He swiped through, praising me much more than I deserved. My leg bounced, a little sting on my ass a reminder I needed to get moving which meant all my answers to Dan’s questions were short.
“You got somewhere to be?” he asked.
“I’m supposed to meet a friend.” It wasn’ttotallya lie. Ryker was kind of my friend.
“Why didn’t you say so?” A grin spread on his face. He’d been encouraging me to meet people. “I’m glad you’re making friends. Who is it?”
There were exactly three times in my life I’d ever lied to Dan. All during my rebellious teenager phase, and they didn’t last long because guilt made it unappealing. I couldn’t lie.
“So nosy.” I circled the bar and pecked his cheek. “Don’t wait up.”
He nodded, but a slight narrowing of his eyes made me scurry away faster. I almost made it around the corner when he cleared his throat inthatway. The way that warned he wouldn’t let me off the hook. “Is your friend a male friend?”
Amazing how the man could threaten with simply the tone of his voice.
“Maybe?” I squeaked. “Bye. Love you!”
I raced down the hall, but every step grew heavier. This wasn’t good. It wasn’t technically lying but itwas. I was going behind his back and I wasn’t okay with it. I told Dan stuff I couldn’t tell my mom. He’d always been my confidant. He was a little weird about men, but I couldn’t blame him. My track record wasn’t a lot better than Mom’s. I simply got out of my situations faster than she did.
I couldn’t do this to him anymore. I’d have to tell Ryker. We either had to admit to Dan we were hooking up or stop.
That was all well and good. Easy in my head. Not so easy when I exited the bar, and summer didn’t burn me as hot as he did. He waited on his motorcycle, eyes devouring and hands flexing like they did before he threw me around like a ragdoll. When he finished scrutinizing every inch of me, his darkened eyes met mine, and tingles coursed through my body.
Yeah, easy in my head. Impossible when he looked at me likethat.
Chapter fifteen
Irresistible
Ryker
Ihitthepunchingbagonce. Twice. Three times.
Seven weeks. Seven fucking weeks and I couldn’t stop. Not only could I not stop fucking her, I couldn’t stopthinkingabout her. I spent a great deal of the day with a throbbing cock that’d only answer to one person. The torment didn’t subside for a second. Another girl would pass by and all I’d think about was how Scarlett’s walk made her hips sway, a reminder of how well they moved with mine.
Sweat dripped down my face while I took my frustration out on the punching bag.I should stop.I’d gone longer than I should. No matter what I tried, I couldn’t get her out of my head.
