Page 102 of Kane's Awakening
He was too fucking sexy. Needing to taste him, I pushed him backward on the cushion and swapped places with him, sucking his nipples and loving the way he groaned. Moving down his body, I flicked the tip of his cock with my tongue before gliding his shaft into my mouth.
His hand gripped the top of my hair and moved with me as I bobbed my head.
Once we had some amazing foreplay, and I fucked his tight ass with my tongue, he rode me and rocked my fucking world.
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The next morning, we woke up tangled together. After we’d screwed on my couch the night before, we’d ordered Thai food, had it delivered, and ate before showering together, which led to more sex. Out of the shower, we’d collapsed into my bed and put some movie on the small TV I had in my room before making out.
Sometime in the night, our lips found each other again and we had a late night fuck session.
My sides and thighs were sore, but I was so fucking happy as I opened my eyes and saw Ryker in my arms.
He was where I was supposed to be.
After carefully shifting out of his hold, I placed my pillow in his arms—which he cuddled and turned over—and quietly left the room to start coffee.
During dinner, and in between all the screwing, he’d asked me to meet his family. The thought scared the hell out of me, but he’d met my parents last weekend. It was only fair for me to return that favor and meet his kids and best friend, a.k.a. his baby Mama.
What if his kids hate me?
The twins meant the world to Ryker, and he talked about them a lot, much more since we’d made things official between us and had grown closer. If they didn’t like me, would he break up with me?
Shit. My brain loved freaking me the fuck out with all thewhat ifquestions.
We hadn’t set an exact time for me to meet them; he’d just saidsoon.When I’d asked him to be more specific, he’d shaken his head at my impatience and said, “Probably next week. I need to talk to Anna and set a time. She’ll need a few days’ notice so she can prepare since she’ll more than likely want to cook you dinner.”
So, I’d have too much time to worry about whether things would go south and I’d lose him.
Quit being a damn drama king. You won’t lose him.
“I love you,” Ryker said from behind me. As I flipped around, he shuffled forward and yawned, going to the cabinet and grabbing a mug. “You made coffee.”
My heart leapt at his words, even though he actually hadn’t said them in the way I wanted. No man had ever loved me, and I’d believed for so long that I was unlovable. Ryker had changed my view on myself. I no longer thought I was weak and knew I was more than a sex object.
He’d made me feel important, and I felt worthy of someone as incredible as him. Which was kind of huge for me.
Not wanting to make an ass of myself by mentioning all the shit in my head, I decided to smirk and revert to my cocky attitude and hide my insecurity.
“Well, if coffee gets you that excited, what would breakfast do?” I asked, leaning back against the counter, intentionally showing off my sculpted chest and abs.
He took a sip of his coffee and watched me over the rim of his cup. “You cooking me breakfast would end in disaster. The only happy ending there would be the house not catching on fire.”
I snorted and grabbed a mug for myself. “Touché, Rye. So, you’ll makemebreakfast then, right? Since I’ll burn it.”
He answered me by going to the refrigerator and looking inside. “Does bacon and eggs sound good?”
I nodded and watched him as he gathered the items for our breakfast. It was a sight I could really get used to.
