I reach up and loosen his tie. “You come next, Ryder.” I pull him in like the tightening of a noose. “And if I’m lucky, I will, too.”
Ryder
Laney Sawyer.
I stare at her in disbelief. A week ago, hell less than twenty-four hours ago, she wouldn’t give me the time of day, and now, here she is, in a period piece costume from the drama department, looking every bit the nineteenth-century vixen.
“Are you propositioning me?” My body shakes, and yet somehow my voice manages to sail out smooth as velvet.
“Let’s see.” She cuts those denim eyes up at the ceiling, and I steal a glance at her perfect tits bulging from her corset. “I’m standing in your home—inyourbedroom. You’re the one with a hard-on pointed in my direction, so logic only insists that you, Ryder Capwell, are the one who is blatantly propositioningme.”
A tiny laugh rumbles from my chest. I’d proposition Laney every day of the week if I knew she’d take me up on it.
She presses in closer as if she were making an offer.
Holy hell, the girl has a body that doesn’t know it’s defying both gravity and ten different laws of physics all at the same time. My fingers tremble for her, my hands shake like a crack addict who needs one more fucking hit, but I deny them the pleasure.
“You said my name.” I let a lazy smile glide up my cheek. “You know it drives me insane when you say my name.”
“That’s because you have an insatiable ego.”
I wait for her to follow it up with something far more reality-based like,one that I plan on crushing soon, but she doesn’t.
“I’m going to be honest with you,” I say as the smile slides right off my face. “I happen to think this is serious as shit.” Her eyes widen. “I’m not sure how much more I can handle before I make a beeline for the bathroom to alleviate some of the pressure you’ve induced in me.”
“My, my, you’re quick to point the finger.” She slips my tie off and runs it through her hand, nice and slow, as if she’s about to teach both my dick and me a lesson.
“Just calling it like I see it.” I wrap my hands around her waist, and she doesn’t run screaming, so I take it as a green light and pull her in tight. My body molds over hers, and every cell in me sighs with relief. Laney is back, right here in my arms where she belongs. “You have two choices. Watch or help—and less than three seconds to decide.”
“Only three?” Her neck arches back as she gurgles out a laugh.
“Two.”
My hard-on knocks against her hip. I reach down to release my zipper, but she secures her hands over mine and shakes her head ever so slightly.
“Oh, believe me”—she whispers—“the pleasure is all mine.”
“Be my guest.”
Great. Her sarcastic piss and vinegar routine is pushing me over the edge whether I like it or not because I’m one hundred percent on board this crazy train. And to think, the last place I wanted to be tonight was at that auction. But here I am with Laney, running my fingers through her soft hair, and she’s not pulling a weapon on me, so already I’m glad I showed.
“I think it’s time for some altar worship.” Laney drops to her knees, and that simple act has my boner trying to eject itself out of its casing. She works my zipper down, tugging at my clothes until both my boxers and pants are past my knees.
This is it. She’s going to bite my dick off. I’d be a fool to think otherwise. I study her frame as she bows her head toward me. I’m pretty sure I could take her if I had to. But who the hell am I kidding? I’d let her bite my dick in half and offer up my balls for dessert. Just having her mouth around me one more time is enough to make me welcome a dickless death with open arms. Hell, I’d chop it off myself if I could get her to commit to sleeping with me just one more night.
Her lips brush over the tip, and I let out a guttural groan like a giant pussy because I still can’t believe she’s here. It’s not some well-detailed hallucination, not some wet dream that I’m going to wake up from only to find that the bed is still empty.
Laney runs her tongue over the length of me, and I suck in a breath through my teeth. I push myself into her, just this side of begging her to put it in her mouth.
The logical part of me says pull away—stop before you both get into something you’ll regret in the morning, or more to the pointshewill. She’s drunk, or in revenge mode, and she’ll Bobbitt me by sunrise if I’m not careful, but the primal part of me, the part that’s having his balls molested by her cool fingers while her tongue strokes me back and forth like I was an erect piece of chocolate, just gave my logical half the finger.
“Shit.” I lean into her hard, hoping she’ll take the hint and plunge me down her throat like a sword swallower.
Laney pulls back and looks up at me innocent and wide-eyed but in that bad acting kind of way that puts both me and my balls on notice. “Did you like that?”
“Yes,” I choke out the word. “Laney”—I catch my breath—“why are you doing this?” And there it is. The pussy in me wins because we both damn well know she’s up to something—that loving me tonight is simply a means to an end, most likely resulting in physical harm to her current point of interest.
“Because I miss you.” Her expression dissolves to something just this side of tears as she glances back down at my dick still wagging in her face like the obscene tail of some happy-to-see-you canine. And, truthfully, that’s about the long and short of it. I feel like an animal, like Laney’s bitch in every single way, and, to be honest, I’d be whatever she wanted me to be if we could reenact this little scene night after night.
