I wiped the rest of the tears off my face, drying my hands on my sweater. This man cared about me, my dreams, and what I wanted out of life, and I never even asked for any of it. He became part of my life, and I never even knew. But here he was now, in person, saying that he did all of this, and damn, how good it felt to feel seen, taken care of, without the expectation of anything back.
And there it was. That feeling that I’d felt last night when I talked about Ryker with Jemma. That rapid beating of my heart.
“I think I love you, Ryker.” The words slipped from my mouth, and my hand moved to cover it.
I hadn’t meant to say it, but fuck, I felt it.
Like it was real.
Because right now, it was.
The look on Ryker’s face got serious. Far more so than through the whole conversation we’d just had, or even last night.
“I love you, Odette.”
Four words lay out before us.
Odette’s eyes went wide as she stared at me.
The words had slipped from her mouth as they had from mine. I knew how she felt and knew where I was in these feelings, too.
Within seconds, she was on me, crashing me into the arm of the couch, her lips on mine in a frenzy. My hands went to her waist, and I pulled her tighter to me. A moan escaped her lips, allowing me the slightest space of entry for my tongue. Her hands found space between us as she pulled at my shirt, trying to lift it up.
“Hold on, baby.” I pulled away, resting my forehead against hers.
“I don’t want to hold on.” Her response was as if she had been waiting for this forever. Like she was starved for my touch. I lifted her up, moving her to sit beside me before I stood and peeled off my shirt. Before I’d even tossed it to the side, her hands were on me again. Moving from my chest to the tops of my shorts, pulling at the drawstring, and pushing them down.
I didn’t stop her. I wanted this as much as she did, and right now, but she was the one leading the charge.
She pulled down my shorts and boxers together. I was on full display for her. My hand slipped under her chin, and I lifted her head to look up at me. Her eyes were hooded, desire clear on her face as her tongue poked out and she licked her lips. One of her hands grabbed my cock and gave it a squeeze.
Odette grinned before she leaned in and took my tip in her mouth.
“Fuck.” I tossed my head back and let out a soft moan.
With my one word, she slipped her mouth further down my shaft and gripped the base. My hands went to her hair, pulling on it slightly, but pushing her mouth further down on me. I could feel the back of her throat. A small cough escaped her, and I held off, letting her pull back for some air.
With her mouth free, I kneeled in front of her, gripping the sweater she had on and lifting it above her head. Even though she’d come over comfy and cozy, she had on simply too many layers. A black lace bra contraption held her breasts up, but I felt around the back and had no idea how to get it off.
“You’re going to have to help me, baby,” I dropped my head to her chest as she let out a laugh.
Her hands went to either side of the bra. She lifted the fabric over her head and tossed it to the side. Her breasts bounced in front of me. My head moved down between them, and I breathed in. I would happily die right here, sandwiched between her tits.
“I’m not going to smother you.” Odette laughed.
“Rude,” I mumbled as she tried to lift my head, but I forced it to stay put as I reached for the top of her leggings and panties, bringing them down over her hips. She lifted slightly from the couch, allowing me the chance to pull them over her ass. I pulled back from her chest and slid the leggings the rest of the way down her thighs and legs.
She was as naked as I was.
Her legs were spread open ever so slightly in front of me.
Fuck, she looked beautiful on my couch like this.
I laid my hands on her thighs, my fingers digging into them as I spread them wider and placed my face between them. My tongue ran up her slit, tasting how excited she was to be here.
“Ryker.” My name slipped from her as my hands slid under her ass, hoisting her up and bringing her closer to my face. Her hands were in my hair this time, pressing me down further onto her wet pussy. “That’s it.”
Her words let me know that I was going in the right direction.
