It's a lie. I'm far from perfect, even without the blemishes left on my body. I'm too meek to live in the dangerous world of the MC without a protector. First it was Cruz, and now I'm clinging to Ryker for my protection. Neither will let me be hurt, but I can't help but feel it's my fault this whole mess began. Cruz wouldn't have been put in the position to fight Damian if it weren't for me. Ryker wouldn't be facing off against him if I had just kept my damn mouth shut about what Trent was doing.
I know this whole thing will come crashing down around my ears, but for now, I just want--noneed--Ryker to be wrapped around me. I need to feel him solid and sure inside me. My hands fall to his belt buckle, fumbling in my haste. He stills my trembling fingers with his rough, calloused grip.
"You don't have to do that," he whispers so low I barely catch it. "This is about you, Cleo. I don't need to get my rocks off just because you feel obligated."
"I don't feel that way. I want you, Ryker. I need to feel you inside of me."
"But Cruz--"
"Doesn't matter to me anymore, Ryker. He hasn't for a while. I know he's Holly's. I want you to be mine." I lick my lips and lift my gaze to meet his. "Are you mine?"
"Always," he breathes.
He whips the belt off in a move so swift I barely catch it. Then he's popped the button on the slacks and slides them off, giving me a good look at the navy boxer briefs he's wearing beneath. His cock is swollen and stiff, pushing against the fabric urgently. I marvel at just how amazing he looks like that, posed like the world's sexiest underwear model.
I sit up on my knees, shaky but finally able to move. My fingers find the waistband and I slowly peel them off, gasping when he springs free. He'shuge.Maybe it shouldn't have surprised me, given his massive size. It's only proportional. I'm not sure how that monster will fit inside me.
He smirks at my trepidation. I think his ego just shot through the roof.
"Holy shit," I mutter. "Do you hunt elk with that thing?"
"Only on Tuesdays," he says with a light laugh.
He takes a step forward and pulls my legs right out from under me. I collapse back into the cushions and he lays his rock hard body over mine. My heart thunders in my chest and I'm almost certain he can hear it. He lays tender kisses on my neck, nibbling and sucking until I'm squirming beneath him.
"Are you ready?"
"Oh God, yes," I pant. I'm not sure how I'll manage it, but I'm going to fuck this man until his eyes roll back into his head.
He guides himself to my entrance and then I have to bite my knuckles to hold in a cry. The blunt head stretches me to an almost intolerable level, and then the first few inches of him slide into me. My world narrows to the feeling of that thick shaft pushing and stretching until he's seated inside of me. My body thrums with renewed desire.
Ryker stills above me with a groan. His expression is rapturous, as if being inside me is some sort of religious experience. He cradles me close, as though I might bolt at any second. Not a fucking chance of that. I can't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be. Even the slight sting of my stitches can't distract me from this moment.
"You're so tight, Cleo. I never imagined..."
When he moves, my vision threatens to flash white again.
He hasn't even picked up steam yet and I'm already close to cumming again. I can feel every contour of him inside me, stroking along that part of me that makes my toes curl and my blood sing. I drag my fingers down his back, carving a trail into his skin. It feels like holding on for dear life, because if I let him go, I will surely drop into oblivion.
When he slams himself home again I feel the thrust all the way to my bones. A whimper escapes my lips. He stills for just a moment.
"Bad or good?"
"Good," I pant. "It's so good, Ryker. Don't stop."
A fierce, wolfish grin stretches his lips for just a second. I thought it was impossible for him to get any sexier. I was wrong. I'd pay good money to see that expression in his face again. Perhaps when we're alone in his home, and he has the inclination to hoist me onto one of his spotless kitchen counters. Perhaps my musings about his home weren't so far off the mark. It seems I could make myself a fixture there, if I wanted to.
Ryker lifts my hips, angling them just so, and his cock hits something within me I never knew was even there. Stroke after stroke he brings me closer to that dazzling white precipice, and it's no time at all before he tips me over yet again.
I'm stunned to realize that even though I've finished, Ryker is far from done. Damian hadn't been all that impressive in the stamina department either. Ryker is still hard inside of me and his rhythm stirs me back into a frenzied need. I sense another climax fast approaching the second. He moans aloud when I press my teeth into the sensitive flesh above his collarbone. It's all I can do to muffle a scream. I've never come once with a partner, let alone three times.
His teeth mark my flesh in kind, and I know I'm going to have one hell of a hickey tomorrow. Belatedly I realize I'll need to wear a high-collared shirt. The court case to determine paternity takes place tomorrow in the late morning. It will look unprofessional to show up with a vivid purple hickey on my neck.
Ryker doesn't give me much time to consider it however, devouring my lips as he hungrily searches for his own release. When I tip over that edge into another bone-shaking orgasm, he comes with me, a hoarse sound of pleasure escaping him.
In the end, I find myself curled beneath one of his arms, damp with sweat and pressed into his equally damp chest. Next time, I'm going to climb on top. I can tell what effort it took to keep his weight off of me.
I chuckle to myself. I'm already counting on a next time. How hopeless am I?
