It will be purely physical—no feelings whatsoever. Andno onewill find out.
Smiling, I shut the water off and grab a towel. If he could only see me now.
He won’t be able to deny me. He already tried to kiss me, and I’ve seen his eyes blazing back at me when we fought.
I don’t even bother with underwear. I just throw on a loose pair of sweats and a T-shirt and make my way down the hall to Ryker’s room.
My heart hammers as I grab the knob to his door and twist.
Without hesitation, I step inside.
“Whoa, so you just come into my room without asking, now—?” he starts to say, lying in his bed, but I cut him off by jumping right on top of him, my primal instincts threatening to take over.
“Shut up,” I whisper, pressing my finger over his lips. “You remember what I said?”
His eyes search my face. I can’t tell if he’s confused or excited. Slowly, he nods and I remove my finger.
“That what I did would never happen again.”
“That’s right,” I reply.
“And yet you’re here, straddling me on my bed.”
My pulse is racing. Heat coils inside me as I gasp a desperate breath. “That’s because I’m laying down ground rules.”
His eyes flare. “Ground rules?”
I feel a pressure between my legs. He’s getting hard.
“I want sex,” I say simply. “No strings, no feelings, just sex.”
“And what do I get out of that?” He sneers arrogantly back at me. Talk about a proud son of a bitch.
“Don’t play dumb,bro,” I reply, shaking my head. “I can feel you getting hardright now.”
He snorts a laugh and reaches up, sliding his hands beneath my T-shirt to grab my breasts.
His surprise move shocks me, and I almost slap him and jerk away, just out of instinct. But I quickly remember why I am here and lean into it.
The calluses on his palms are rough against my nipples—almost painful—but surprisingly, I like it.
After all, what has our relationship beenbutpain until now?
“I have to admit, you have great tits.”
He moves his hand down, and my body springs to life when he tugs at my waistband.
But I quickly stop him. “This is just physical. Understand?”
His eyes narrow. “Just?”
I can’t tell if he’s being serious or just screwing with me, but I nod anyway.
“Just.”
“Okay,” he replies, looking back at me, his expression unreadable. “Just sex. No promises.”
“And if you can’t follow the rules, you get nothing,” I say firmly, but maybe, just maybe, something in me wants to break them.
