“Yeah,” I said. “I meant it about that dent in the wall.”
Ward snorted, biting his lip as he gave me one cautious, shallow thrust that was enough to leave me moaning in the back of my throat. Imeantit, but I wouldn’t really have needed it. I could’ve come just lying here looking at him.
But I wouldn’t say no to being fucked like we’d both been waiting for this way too long.
I could feel Ward’s eyes on me as he rocked his hips again, gauging my reaction, more considerate than anyone could have asked for. There was no way he could have been anything else, not my sweet, shy Ward who’d do anything for anyone.
“We’ll see about the dent in the wall,” Ward promised. “Lemme take it a little slow first? If that doesn’t offend your sense of pacing.”
“I think this part’s meant to be a little slow,” I said, reaching out aimlessly, just to touch him.
My heart actually, honest-to-god fluttered when he caught my hand and linked our fingers together. I laughed for what felt like the millionth time, squeezing his hand as he built up a rhythm, slow, deep strokes that felt more intimate than I’d ever had before.
Everyone else had just fucked me like I was convenient, because that was exactly what I’d been to them.
But not to Ward. Ward looked at me like he really saw me. Like he saw the real me, not one of my characters, not the person I had to be back in LA.
Like he saw his best friend. His Ryder.
I wassohis.
My back arched as Ward found just the right angle, thighs tensing at the sharp spike of pleasure.
“Good?” he asked, slowing down to hit that same spot again, tongue poking out between his lips as he concentrated.
“So good,” I murmured, out of breath. My whole body sang as I moved with him, feeling every inch of him inside me like he’d been molded to fit.
Everything with Ward felt good, every tiny touch, every brush of our skin, even the way the mattress moved under us.
“Good.” Ward smiled at me, so soft, like the most important thing in the world was thatIwas getting off on this. “Want more?”
I nodded so fast I almost pulled something.Hell yesI wanted more. I wanted it all.
Ward chuckled, easing himself forward, bending down to kiss me without ever breaking his rhythm, fingers still linked with mine, both of our hands pinned to the bed as the springs groaned under his weight.
All of this was wonderful, and I wouldn’t have traded any of it in for the world, but I got the feeling we were about to get to thegoodpart.
“Let’s see about that dent you wanted,” Ward whispered against my mouth, moving the hand on my hip to curl around the bedframe. “Might wanna hang on.”
Stars burst behind my eyelids as Ward started moving again, deep, hard, fast thrusts that kept gaining speed as he went, harder, faster, the thump-thump-thump of the bed hitting the wall falling into perfect sync with the way my heart was pounding in my ears.
I tightened my thighs around his waist and held on for the ride like he said, squeezing his fingers tight and clawing at his back to get a hold, to brace myself or pull him closer, something, anything.
I’d beensoright about this being the good bit.
I moaned into Ward’s mouth as our kisses got messier, dirtier, more desperate. His tongue was thrusting into my mouth one moment and the next I was sinking my teeth into his lip, hard enough to bruise, wanting to leave a mark.
All other thoughts except how good Ward felt pounding into me left my mind. No worries, no questions, nothing else in the world except the way our bodies fit together, the way Ward panted against my skin, the taste of sweat on his neck as I licked a stripe up it, wanting to memorize every inch of him, every second of what this felt like.
“Still good?” Ward breathed against my neck, not breaking his rhythm for anything, hips rolling in like high tide, pushing both of us closer and closer to the edge.
“Yes,” I gasped, eyes screwed shut, every muscle coiled with tension. “Yes, Ward, fuck.”
He laughed into my ear, breathless and strained, and it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
I locked my ankles around him and worked a hand between us, hissing as my own fingers curled around my neglected, oversensitive cock. I was so close now I could almost taste it, riding along the knife edge of pleasure and on the verge of falling.
“I got you,” Ward murmured, soothing despite the fact that he was taking me apart piece by piece. “I got you.”
