I shake my head, feeling the tears want to come.
“He was the cutest little guy. A little small for his age because I’m pretty sure she didn’t feed him enough. He was quiet. Withdrawn. He’d do exactly what I told him to, without saying a word. For the first two weeks he was with me, I didn’t know if hecouldtalk.” I brush a tear off my cheek. “But then he started to come out of his shell. He started to feel better. I’ll never forget the first time he laughed. It caught me so off guard, I just cried and cried, and he was so worried that he’d done something wrong.”
I’m crying in earnest now, and Ryker hurries around to me and hugs me close.
“We’ve known our fair share of shitty parents,” he murmurs against my hair.
“It’s why I couldn’t leave him out here without me. I couldn’t do it.”
“I get it.” His hands rub up and down my back, soothing me. “He’s lucky to have you, sweetheart.”
“We’re both lucky. Sabrina did us both a favor the day she left him with me. It wasso hard, but I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.”
“Because you’re so amazing.” He kisses my cheek. “And so brave.” His lips move to my lips, and he brushes back and forth lightly.
My stomach growls, making us both smile.
“Feed me, Captain.”
The bedroom lights up with a flash, and then a loud boom sounds around us, and I’m suddenly cradled in Ryker’s strong arms.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. That clap of thunder woke me up out of a dead sleep.
“Another storm’s rolling through,” he murmurs. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
He’s behind me, wrapped around me, and I can’t help but rotate my hips against him, brushing his growing erection with my ass.
“Is that the distraction you need, Trouble?”
“Mm-hmm.” Reaching back, I cup his cheek, and his hand journeys down my stomach and over my clit, then down farther to guide my leg up and over his thigh, giving him better access.
His fingers find my center once more, and lightning strikes.
“Fuck, I can see you when the room lights up,” he whispers against my ear. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”
His finger slips through my already-soaked slit, and his chest grumbles against me.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
I push back against him. “And you’re so fuckinghard.”
“I’m always hard when I’m around you.” He nudges the head of his cock against my opening, and when lightning strikes again, he pushes inside, circling my bundle of nerves with his fingertips, whispering the filthiest words in my ear. “That’s right, fucking take it. Goddamn, this pretty pussy was made for me. Only for me.”
“Ry.”
“Say it.”
“Only you.”
He’s licking and biting my shoulder, my neck, and moving in long, steady strokes as the storm rolls around us. Rain pelts against the windows, and then lightning strikes again.
“Taste yourself, baby.” His fingers brush over my lips, and I open, taking them in and tasting myself on them as he starts to thrust so much harder. His hand circles my neck, and I fucking relish it.
I love being at his mercy.
Because this man wouldneverdo anything to hurt me.
“I want you to let go,” he says, tightening his hold on me. “I want you to come for me, sweetheart.”
