Page 26 of Unforgettable
Her hair was twisted up off her shoulders, and she dragged a hand over the side of her head, moving a wispy strand out of the way. “You know, Ryker is staring at you.”
I had my back to him, and I could almost feel his heated gaze. “So what did Beverly have to say?”
“She was going through some of the events for recruiting us freshmen. She’s a nice person.”
“She works for my father.” Irritation rode my tone. Then something occurred to me. “The night of Ryker’s party, you had a sorority meeting. I’m assuming Beverly was there.” If she was, then she couldn’t have been in two places at once.
Vicki frowned. “She left early. She got a call and then apologized to us because she had to take care of something.”
Bingo.
Vicki’s eyes widened as though a light bulb came on. “Maybe she isn’t so nice.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond because large hands gripped my waist from behind. The song ended, as did the voices.
Lips were on my ear. “You didn’t answer me.” Ryker’s voice was husky as hell.
“Take your hands off me.” My voice barely came out even.
He tugged me to him tightly. “Ladies of the house, listen up,” he announced in a loud voice.
Every hard inch of him pressed into my backside, and a heat like no other rushed to pinch my face.
“Haven has agreed to participate in our auction. So tell all your guy friends or even your gal friends if they swing that way. I’m sure she’ll go for a pretty penny considering who her father is.”
My whole body tensed, anger overpowering the lust coursing through me.
Ryker held me to him as he twirled us around as though we were slow dancing. “That’s right. Take lots of pictures. Show your friends what’s up for grabs.” He was truly and utterly the biggest jerk in the state of Texas.
I tried to pry his arm from me, but he only pressed his body into mine. “Don’t fight this, dollface. You’ve got the goods that men want.”
“And so does every girl in here,” I snapped back. “Now let go of me, or your balls will feel my wrath.”
“I rather enjoyed your hand on my dick the other night,” he whispered in my ear. “Care to replay that night back at my house?”
“In your dreams.” That was a lame line. But I had no other words because I did want to feel him again—without clothes, though.
Yes, please.
Vicki leaned into me. “People are snapping pics.”
I swallowed my ire and dug deep for my sweet Southern voice. “Ryker, baby, can you please let go?”Then shove me against the wall and have your way with me.
He loosened his hold slightly. “I like the word ‘baby’ off those lips of yours. Feel that?” His erection poked into me.
Holy hell. I’m doomed, not only by him, but my father is going to have a cow.
My face burned like a wildfire.
Lucas came up beside Vicki. “Dude, we’re heading back.” He flashed his tawny-colored eyes at me as though he were trying to say he was sorry.
“We’re having a fundraising meeting next week,” Ryker said in my ear. His damn voice was giving me goose bumps. “Lucas will send you the details.” Then he let go of me.
I had every intention of telling him to stick that fundraiser where the sun didn’t shine, but he left without so much as a look over his shoulder.
Suddenly, I felt used and needed a shower, or maybe fresh air to get my lungs working again.
Vicki fanned herself with her hand. “Man, that was hot.”
