I reached around and grabbed his cock with my hand, fisting him tightly. I didn’t know if I was punishing him or myself for my wayward thoughts. I closed my eyes as I withdrew to the tip, then slammed back in hard.
Ry let out a raspy yell and cursed as I began pounding into him, just on the edge of being brutal with my strokes. “Yes!”
“Take it,” I demanded harshly. “You’re going to take my cock and shut the fuck up about the goddamn woman.”
“For now,” he groaned. “But imagine having her softness between us. Imagine having her wrapped around you as I fucked her from behind. You in her pussy…”
I grunted at the image and had to call on every ounce of restraint to keep myself from coming. “Fuck. You. Ry.”
“Both of us inside her at once,” he continued raggedly, ignoring the threat in my tone. “Feeling my cock rubbing against yours as we worked together to make her come.”
“Mother fucking asshole bitch,” I ground out as I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Come for me, Ry,” I demanded as I pounded relentlessly and tightened my already brutal hold on his cock.
With a shout, Ry shuddered and released all over his stomach, the wall, and my hand. His climax triggered my own, and I finally let myself fall over the cliff with him. I pressed my hips hard into his backside as I let his cock go and braced both of my hands against the wall next to his. Leaning forward, I bit into his shoulder as I felt shivers race up and down my spine.
We stayed locked together like that for a long moment, our ragged breathing filling the space as steam surrounded us. Once I was able to feel my legs again, I gently withdrew my still half-hard cock and pulled him further under the spray with me.
“Fuck, Gage,” Ry muttered as he pushed his face into my neck and wrapped both arms around my waist. “I can’t feel my legs.”
I snorted. “Neither can I.” I reached for the bodywash and smirked when Ry hissed at the cold liquid sliding down his back.
“You’re such an asshole,” he muttered.
I nodded as I ran my palms over his back and down to his ass to rub softly over the sensitive tissue there. “But I’m your asshole. Does it hurt? I took you kind of rough.”
His sigh told me all I needed to know. Ry loved it when I got a little rough. Sometimes he’d push me just to make me unhinged, even if his ass bore the consequences. “No.”
“Liar,” I whispered, then pulled his head back gently by his hair. “Kiss me, then wash my back.”
“Sometimes I wonder why I love you,” he laughed softly, but he didn’t hesitate to kiss me, stealing my breath with his lips and tongue.
“I know why I love you,” I replied after our kiss ended.
Ry poured body wash into his hand as he eyed me. “Oh yeah, why is that? Turn around.”
I complied, giving him my back. I closed my eyes and let the warm feelings course through me at the intimacy of having the man I loved take care of me. “Because you bring warmth to my cold heart.”
His hands froze for a beat, but then continued moving in circles, easing my stiff muscles from a long day of working on the ranch. “You’re not nearly as cold as you think you are,” he said quietly. “A cold-hearted man wouldn’t care for others the way you do. You take care of your siblings before they even have a chance to ask. You bring your mom flowers for no reason. You beat up my asshole father for hurting me.” His breath caught on his last words, and I turned around to cup his face.
“I didn’t beat him up,” I kissed his cheek, then his lips. “And don’t try to make me out to be a hero. I’m anything but that.”
“Gage,” he said, his eyes serious as he whispered. “To the women and children of the monsters you kill, you’re the greatest hero who ever lived.”
Chapter 11
Parker
Isat on the loveseat in the cabin with my laptop in front of me as I waited for the sound of a car engine to arrive. I could have gone to the main house to have breakfast, but after the experience at dinner, I wasn’t eager to face Gage again anytime soon. Luckily, there were options in the stocked pantry and refrigerator.
I had already finished my banana and bagel, with a cup of rapidly cooling coffee sitting in front of me. While waiting for my ride to the police station, I started going over case file notes again. I had a feeling we were missing something important that was already in the files while we were still waiting for forensics reports.
Before I could dive too deep, I heard an engine outside. Putting everything away for now, I chugged the remains of my coffee, then quickly rinsed the cup in the sink. Grabbing my bag, I walked out the front door. I stopped on the top step when I saw a man talking to Detective Nakamura through his car window.
The man was tall, with a darker olive skin tone. His black hair was pulled back into a knot on the back of his head with severalstrands hanging loose and falling into his face. I wondered if he was the same man who I had disturbed last night. When he seemed to feel my eyes on him, he turned slightly. As soon as he saw me, his back straightened, immediately going rigid. Without another word to Ry, he turned to head off toward the gate that led into a field that had several goats running around.
I watched as he walked, a slight hitch in his step, and wondered if he’d hurt himself. I remembered the sight of the damaged skin on his face, though I didn’t see it in the light of day, with the way he kept his face turned away from me, I knew it had to be him. My shoulders drooped. After what happened the previous night, I wanted to apologize. He probably thought I had gasped at the sight of his burns. I felt bad for making him uncomfortable. I was the last person who would judge someone for their scars, and didn’t want him to think that I was.
With a sigh, I headed down the steps and walked over to the waiting SUV. As I climbed inside, I glanced at the detective. “Good morning,” I said softly. I still felt uncomfortable after the way dinner had ended.
