“That’s”—I hiss when he pinches my nipple—“kind of my MO tonight. Fucking with men I apparently can’t have.”
He trails his mouth over my collarbone before sucking my other nipple into his mouth. “But you have me.”
Only for tonight, though, right? Because this can’t happen.
I don’t say the words out loud. I don’t think I need to. Sure, Ryder wants me. But like I said, he also doesn’t want to fuck up his friendship with Colt or cause any stupid drama between us or our families.
I get it, even if I want more than just a single night with him. I’ll take what I can get. Maybe hooking up with him will finally get him out of my system.
Ha. You’re delusional.
I guide his hand down my stomach. “I do. You’re all mine, cowboy.”
He gives my hair another pull. This one isn’t as gentle, and I feel it everywhere—the tips of my breasts, my clit, the fronts of my thighs.
Yum.
“All yours.” Our tangled fingers find the button of my skirt. But instead of working it through its hole, he reaches down and shoves up the denim. He puts his hand on my thigh and arcs his thumb closer, closer,closerto where I want him most.
He bites down on my nipple hard, and I cry out. At the same time, he presses his thumb against my panties. “Show me how much you like havin’ me. Get on your knees, darlin’.”
When guys call medarlin’, it usually makes me cringe. There’s something cheesy about the endearment. Maybe because men use it so damn much around here that it doesn’t sound endearing at all? It just comes off as a lazy attempt at getting laid.
When Ryder says it, though, my toes literally curl. Iloveit.
I’ve never, ever heard him use it with another woman.
Pushing into the hand I have on his shoulder, I do as he tells me and rise onto my knees. He uses both hands to push up my skirt even more.
Then he’s looking me in the eye. Leaning in for a bruising kiss before curling his first finger through my thong. He begins to trail his finger back and forth, back and forth, his knuckle tracing a line of fire through my slit.
His turn to bitemybottom lip. “Soft. Don’t tell me you?—”
“Shaved for Xander? Nah.” I roll my hips into his touch. “I shaved for you. On the off chance?—”
“I ended up fucking you in the front seat of my truck?” He tugs my thong aside.
“You really gonna fuck me for the first time in the front seat of your car?”
His thumb grazes my clit as he lets out a dark chuckle. “Where else you want me to do it?”
Lust, liquid, white-hot, bolts through my center. “On the hood. In the bed. In the backseat too.”
The side of his mouth quirks up. “But we gotta be gentle. You’re hurt.”
“You be gentle, I’m gonna scream.”
“That’s kind of the idea, makin’ you scream. But only because you feel so good.” He parts me with his fingers, then glides one through my slickness. “Aw, darlin’. I like this. So fucking much.”
“Show me.” I’m practically riding his hand at this point. “Show me how much you like it.”
He gathers my arousal on his fingertips and uses it to coat my clit. He goes slowly, savoring me, circling my clit again and again. I press against his fingers, begging for more. In reply, he slips those fingers lower and notches them at my entrance.
Pressure. Already.
More.
Leaning in, I kiss his mouth. His tongue glides to meet mine, and he mimics the motion with his finger. Its wide, blunt tip nudges my cunt before slipping inside.
