Hot damn. I don’t spend a second wondering where the misogynistic asshole Ryker went. I’m doubling down on this kinder, gentler Sexy Ryker. The one who says the right things and has a master’s degree in oral sex.
Ryker reaches down and circles my clit with his thumb as he picks up the pace with his thrusts. “Can’t. Hold. Back.”
I grab his balls with my right hand. “Then, don’t.”
His circles reach a frenzy on my clit. His cock swells in my pussy. Everything clenches. I feel the orgasm building like a tsunami. It’s a big one. And for a brief second, I worry about what will happen when I let go.
Then, I realize I don’t care anymore.
I want to let go with this man.
So, I do.
Screaming out his name. My toes curling. My hands grabbing his ass.
The orgasm is so intense, and something happens that’s never happened to me before.
I pass right the fuck out from it.
Chapter 33
“Confession time.”
-Ryker
It’s been a long time since I slept through the night. Most of the time, the nightmares from Afghanistan wrench me out of my rest. It’s the kind of thing that comes on gradually. You don’t realize you’re tired all the time until you finally get a good night’s sleep.
This morning something is different.
I’m not alone.
And I’m hard as a rock.
After she passed out, I put Cat under the covers, tossed out the condom, then returned, tucking her back into my chest.
She is a perfect fit for me.
That thought causes my chest to ache, not in the dozen or so scars I have there. This ache feels like it’s in my cells. That nothing I do will ever get it to go away.
Cat sighs in her sleep, and I pull her closer to me.
She wiggles her ass against my cock, then arches her back, stretching awake.
I trace her neck with my nose. “Good morning, Kitten. Sleep well?”
She laughs and starts to turn over. “Ow!”
“Take it easy, Kitten. Be careful with your shoulder,” I sit up to help her roll onto her back. “Is that better?”
Cat stretches her right arm over her head, giving me a lazy smile. “Mmm-hmm.”
The humming only makes my dick harder. And it’s now pressing against her hip.
Her eyes fly open. “My, my, my, Mr. Navarro. Seems like Ryker, junior, is an early riser.”
“That’s not his name,” I shake my head.
Her eyebrows go up. “So, he has a name, just not that one.”
