Page 66 of Gatling
“It's nice to see someone agrees with me."
“Noah did say I would be outnumbered,” Ryker admitted. “But I never expected my own brother to turn against me,” he added, calling after Big G’s retreating figure.
Within minutes, the Blackjacks had cleaned up, taken out the trash, stacked the chairs, and left our home in a better state than it was before. After a flurry of good-byes, the house was quiet again. Ryker and I were finally alone.
I yawned, swaying on my feet with exhaustion.
“Off to bed with you, sunshine,” Ryker said, draping an arm around my shoulders.
Snuggling into the warmth of his side, I let him lead me up the stairs to our bedroom. He left the decorating up to me, so I settled on something both of us would like—a muted, sage green color, with white trim. Our bed was tucked near the window, where we were greeted with fresh air every morning and the stars overhead at night.
“You looked really good holding that baby,” I said.
Ryker hummed as he unbuttoned the straps of my sundress. It fell to the ground, pooling in a heap of fabric.
“So did you.”
I gasped as the baby kicked, pressing her tiny foot against my stomach. Grabbing Ryker’s hand, I placed his palm there. Silence settled over the room as we felt the restless movement of our daughter together.
Ryker knelt on the carpet and pressed his lips to my belly. Then he glanced up at me and peeled my panties down, strokingmy clit. I sighed, tipping my head back. Losing myself in the rhythm of his skilled, callused fingers.
I gripped Ryker’s shoulder for support as my orgasm swelled. The roller-coaster of my hormones meant I cried at the drop of a hat these days. But the silver lining was mind-blowing orgasms that made me forget my own name.
And Ryker took advantage of that. Every single day.
He pumped and twisted his fingers inside my pussy, teasing my G-spot mercilessly. My legs trembled and my knees threatened to buckle.
Then he pulled out, leaving me empty. He kissed my belly again, caressing my thighs, ass, and hips. In the dim light of our room, we sank into bed together. When Ryker stripped off his shirt, I touched the scar on his torso from Olson’s knife, following the ridge of raised flesh.
I couldn’t believe that nightmare happened only six months ago.
Ryker kicked off his boots and jeans, sliding under the covers alongside me. He pulled my back against his chest, slowly rutting his hard cock against my ass.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, kissing my neck.
I reached back, threading my fingers through his hair. Scratching lightly at his scalp earned a rumbling moan from him. I closed my eyes, sinking into his embrace, his scent, the warmth of his touch.
Gripping my hips, Ryker guided his cock between my thighs, easing into my slick pussy. I sighed at the hot glide, the delicious throb of him going deeper and deeper.
“My God,” I breathed. “I love feeling you inside me.”
His lips curved up against the back of my neck. We didn’t say much, moving together—touching, grasping, grinding. I guided his hand away from my hip and up to my aching nipples. My breasts had doubled in size and sensitivity during my pregnancyand I desperately needed Ryker to touch them or suck on them all the time.
My walls clenched as he pinched and toyed with my nipples. He twisted over me, closing his mouth around one. Sweeping his tongue in a maddening rhythm.
“Yes, yes—ohfuck—”
I dug my nails into Ryker’s thigh. He rammed his cock deep, balls pressed against my clit, circling his hips. Electric sparks of ecstasy danced across my vision. It was too much—too good—and I still wanted more. I was drunk with pleasure, delirious.
“Come on, sunshine,” Ryker said. “Gush on my cock like a good girl for me.”
I bit my lip, clenching my walls. He squeezed my breast while sliding his free hand between my thighs. Coaxing my legs apart, he trailed a finger over my clit, light as a feather.
Then he zeroed in.
I writhed and squirmed at his onslaught against my clit. Rubbing and rubbing, mingled with a delicate little slap or two. His name fell from my lips in a stream of babbling nonsense. I was bright and burning and soaring on a wave of bliss that never seemed to end.
“Fuck,fuck,” Ryker growled in my ear. “Shit, that’s it, Kelsie. So damntight—”
