Page 159 of Desperate Pucker
His lip twitches like he’s fighting a smile.
“You won the game for us, man,” Camden says to Ryker. “You gotta celebrate.”
Ryker raises an eyebrow at him. His mouth is a straight line, but the amusement in his eyes is crystal clear.
He shakes his head. “We’re on a hot streak. I haven’t had a sip of alcohol during it, and I don’t wanna start now. It would be bad luck.”
Xander claps a hand on Ryker’s shoulder. “He’s right. Now’s not the time to change things up.”
Camden just shrugs. “More for me.” He downs the shot.
Ryker aims his heated gaze at my jersey.
“You keep looking at me,” I say.
“Can’t help it. You look hot in my jersey.”
I bite my lip, my clit pulsing. He’s been looking at me like he’s aching to devour me this whole night.
I lean my lips to his ear. “It would look even hotter bunched up over my tits while you’re fucking me.”
A low growling noise rips from his throat. He grabs my hand and stands up. “We’re taking off.”
I hold back a laugh.
“Aww, look who’s ditching us to go home with his lady,” Camden teases. “What do we gotta do to get you to stay and hang out with us? Wear your jersey?”
Del rolls his eyes. “Madeline looks better in his jersey than you ever will.”
I laugh. Ryker cracks a smile. “It’s true,” he says.
“Have fun, love birds!” Xander hollers.
We wave bye to everyone and walk out of the bar, the warm spring air whipping around us.
“Someone’s impatient,” I tease as he pulls me down the sidewalk to where he’s parked.
“Really fucking impatient.”
“I thought good things come to those who wait.”
“Lies.”
I giggle. He unlocks his car and opens the passenger door for me, hops in the driver’s seat, and speeds off.
Chapter 54
Ryker
By the time we make it to Maddy’s apartment, I have a raging hard-on.
My dick has been on high alert since I saw her wearing my jersey during warmups before the game.
There’s just something about seeing the woman I’m crazy about wearing my name and my number on her body. Like she’s proudly declaring she’s mine, for the whole world to see.
Mine.
That fucking word. It’s seared into my soul, just like Maddy is.
