Ryder sighs. “I will be. You know how I feel about him.”
“I know,” Les says, sitting up in the bed. “You don’t have to do this. I can work through this without him. I never want to hurt you,” she finishes, and I can see the tears gathering in her eyes.
“You aren’t hurting me,” Ryder replies, running a hand over her cheek. “I came to terms with it. Sort of. I just need to know he treats you right when you’re with him.”
Tears flash down her cheeks. “He did.” Something else happened besides just a make-out session on the couch, something that brought them even closer. “He doesn’t know, though,” she whispers.
“Know what, Pretty girl?”
“That I’m the Black Demon.” She wipes her tears away. “No matter how long it’s been, I’m still that person.”
“You said Leo couldn’t handle it either, Les. And look at him,” Ryder soothes, pulling her to lay back down. “I’m going to tell you the same thing about Zane that I told you about Leo. He doesn’t deserve you if he can’t handle it.”
“He’s a cop, though,” she says miserably.
“He was a cop,” I remind her. Something tells me Zane is done with that part of his life. No way that department will be okay with him openly dating the girl they’re investigating. They also won’t accept the type of relationship we’re all in. He isn’t going to risk losing her over that again.
“I think he’ll be fine with it,” Holden adds, moldinghimself against her again.
I don’t know if he will be; I just know she needs to tell him sooner rather than later.
“Ryder,”Les moans, bringing me out of sleep. I crack one eye open and realize I’m still in Ryder’s room, still spooned behind him. It’s still dark outside, so I close my eyes again, thinking I’m dreaming when I notice Ryder’s hips subtly moving. She moans again, and I know I’m not dreaming.
“I love you,Il mio sole,” he murmurs.
“I love you too,” she sighs. I go to slide out of bed to give them privacy when her hand flashes out, grabbing my arm. “Stay.”
Ryder rolls onto his back, bringing her on top of him, giving up any pretense they aren’t fucking. She places her hands on his chest, rotating her hips. I notice Holden is gone and don’t even have to ask where he is. He always ends up in his office in the middle of the night.
“Fuck,” Ryder groans, his grip on her hips tightening. I know exactly how he feels at this moment, finally finding that connection with Les again.
She reaches over to grab my hand, tugging it until it’s against her breast through her shirt. “What do you need, Pretty girl?” I ask, massaging her breast.
“I need you. Both of you,” she breathes.
“Are you sure?” Ryder asks, stopping her from moving. Ryder and I wait for her to utter that single word with a bated breath.
“Yes.”
Ryder and I exchange a glance. “You want us to stop? We stop,” Ryder reminds her.
“I know,” she answers. “I trust you.” Her hips start rotating again. “Please.”
Ryder points at the bedside table; I roll over, digging for the lube. Ryder tucks her between us on her side, where we know she’s themost comfortable. Uncapping the lube, I squirt it onto my fingers, sliding them between her ass cheeks. First contact against her back hole, she shudders. “Fuck,” Ryder grunts. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight.”
I kiss between her shoulder blades, sliding my middle finger inside her. “Gage,” she sighs, moving back against me. Adding a second, I work them in and out until she’s panting and begging. Shucking my boxers, I lube my cock up and position myself behind her. Ryder brings her leg further up on his hip, opening her for me. Holding the base of my cock, I slide just the head inside, giving her time to change her mind. “Please, Gage,” she moans, shoving back on me.
Still guiding myself inside her, I slide past the resistance, my dick bumping over the piercings on Ryder’s cock. “Fuck, that feels good,” I groan, continuing to push forward.
Her entire body goes rigid; her back bows. “Fuck!” she screams, squeezing us so tight that we both almost lose it from the force of her release. How long was he fucking her before I woke up? She was primed and ready to explode as soon as I got my dick inside her.
I settle in behind her and let her get her breathing under control. Swiping the hair back from her face, I turn her head, slanting my mouth over hers. Ryder and I quickly find a rhythm moving in and out of her. She pulls her mouth away from mine, and I’m struck by the look in her eyes. There’s no fear, no doubt. There’s nothing but lust and love.
“There she is,” I say, running my fingers down her cheek. I’m looking into the eyes ofmypretty girl. Not the one who came back here, not the one that asshole thought he broke.
She turns her head, kissing Ryder wildly. “What did he do to you?” he asks when she pulls away, still pumping his hips forward. The drag of those barbells against my cock is driving me nuts; on top of being buried in Les, it’s pushing me to the finish line, fast.
She moans, deep and throaty, “He kissed me.”
