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Ryker’s free hand slid around my upper back, pulling us close as his face nuzzled into the warmth of my neck, forcing my breasts to flatten against his exposed chest. In this position, each time I shifted, my clit grazed his hipbone.
“You dirty girl. I bet you’d like your ass spanked.”
The idea of that was enough to cause my pussy to spasm. Ryker must have felt the squeeze around his cock, because a mischievous smirk crossed his face.
“Play your cards right and I’ll bend you over and smack your pretty ass later.”
I moaned. “Playyourcards right and I’ll let you.”
For what felt like an eternity, Ryker and I remained fused against one another, our sweaty skin merging. As eager as I was for another release, I was holding off because I never wanted this to end.
“Fuck,” he grit. “I’m close. Be a good girl and come again with me.”
Three orgasms within an hour should’ve seemed far-fetched, but not with Ryker Richardson.
I stilled my hips so that his thrusts hit deeper and deeper, and a moment later, I was falling back in ecstasy.
Ryker supported my weight as I rode out my orgasm, slowly rotating above him to make the wave last as long as I could. Before it ebbed, Ryker’s own climax rocked through him, spilling into me and coating the insides of my thighs.
I knew I wasn’t in the best position to compare, since Ryker was only the second guy I’d ever been intimate with, but I knew sex with other people would never feel as good as this – I doubtedanythingwould ever feel as good as this.
CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
We can’t be friends
Ruby
Ryker had been weirdly quiet for most of the day. At first I’d put it down to him being hungover – last night had spiralled, turning into a full-blown house party – but the sun had well and truly set now, and he still seemed off.
The entire football team had showed up to the send-off, as well as most of the hockey team and half of Phil-U.
Gretchen had even been there with her cheerleader posse, who were like the stunning leading the stunning.
She’d offered me a polite smile, but never came over to say hi. Probably because Ryker was never more than two feet from my side.
Loosening the reins for a night, Ryker had gotten wasted with the guys – providing plenty of entertainment. He was a fun drunk, and it’d been nice getting to take care of him for a change. Not to mention the drunk sex had beenverybeneficial for me.
Before the party had begun, we’d packed up as much of the house as we could. The place was as grotty as I’d expected. I doubt the guys had done anything beyond a surface level clean in the four years they’d been there.
By the time the guests had arrived, the house had almost been back to its shell. They’d left some furniture behind, given a newgroup of football players would be moving in after the summer, but all the character had vanished. Already it felt like a house I usedto know. I could only imagine how Ryker was feeling.
Packing up his bedroom had felt more sentimental than I was expecting. It was where he’d kissed me for the first time. It was the spot I’d snapped the photo that set the newusinto motion. It was the safe place where we had crossed the line from friendship – and done somanytimes since.
Over the years, I’d felt just as at home in his Phil-U bedroom as I did in my own place.
I reached my hand over the centre console, resting it on Ryker’s thigh. “Hey.”
His lips turned up slightly. “Hey.”
“Are you okay?”
He nodded. “Just tired I guess.”
We’d gone from hungover to tired. Great.
We’d left Philadelphia later than planned this afternoon – thanks to last night turning into an all-out rager and there being more clean-up than expected – so we were still thirty minutes out of Ohio.
It was now nearing nine p.m., and darkness had fully settled in.
