It was probably stupid—like most of her decisions lately—but his tone assuaged her worries.
His cock pushed in ever so slightly—but the sound of an engine and crunching gravel sent them reeling away from each other.
“Shit, shit, shit!” He scrambled to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Next, the shower turned on, where he was no doubt going to take care of himself.
Willow sat up, pulse pounding and cheeks flushed. The footsteps approaching the cabin sent a pang of guilt into her gut.
Who was really being played here?
Chapter 15
Ryker
The way was still blocked. He’d spoken to the same cop, and he mentioned that they were strapped for help. Power needed to be restored for many, and the bridge needed a few repairs before it was deemed safe to cross. Xan had been pissed once he got him on the phone. Charlie had bolted again, and now his go-tos were stuck in a remote mountain town.
Ryker’s stomach twisted at the thought of whatever shitty task they’d get assigned as punishment. Last time they had to yank a guy’s gold teeth out, and he almost puked.
He hurried to get back to the cabin, not sure of what he would find. He didn’t think Ezra would do something way out of line, but being here was making him edgier.
When he swung the door open, he found Willow at the sink, cheeks pink and wearing men’s clothes—Ezra’s clothes. A possessive wave crashed through his system. Ryker wanted her in his clothes or nothing at all.
The tattoos coiling around her legs only made him want that more.
She glanced over her shoulder at him, then looked toward the bathroom door where the shower was running.
“He isn’t watching you like a hawk?” he asked, thoroughly confused. The previous day, he hadn’t been willing to let her sleep alone; now he was letting her go unsupervised?
She refocused on scrubbing a plate. “He hopped in as he saw you pulling up.”
Ryker stepped closer until he was almost pressed against her back. He inhaled deeply, regretting the barrier created by the mask. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders. “Was he an asshole?”
Willow leaned into him. “It was fine… Don’t worry about it.”
“You know I’m not done with you, right?” He traced her spine with his thumbs. The way she eased into his touch stirred something inside him that was beyond lust. “I can’t let you get me off like that and not do anything for you.” He nestled his masked face into her damp hair. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it all night.”
She sighed and pressed against his growing erection. “Please do, just not now. I think he’ll be out any minute.”
His hand slid up the back of her baggy sweater. “It’s kind of driving me nuts seeing you in his clothes.” The tips of his fingers trailed across her stomach and up to her perfect little tits. He cupped them and yanked her back, making her gasp. “Maybe I should take them off you.”
Willow turned off the sink and dried her hands, still anchored to him. “Then he would definitely know we’re fooling around,” she replied.
Ryker thought that over. “What do you want to happen? Do you want us to drop you without a clue who we are?” The idea of never seeing her again left a hollow feeling in his chest.
“Isn’t the other option you kill me?” She wriggled out of his grasp and turned to face him. Her bright eyes caught his. “Isn’t that why you’re still hiding your faces?”
“I can talk to him… make him see reason.”
“What doyouwant?” she asked, her brows coming together. “I assume you have no issues getting laid, so why are you talking like this is more than fun?”
“Uh, maybe,” he started, then inched forward to back her into the edge of the counter, “I like you.” He bent down and lifted the bottom of his mask to give her a kiss. “I want to know everything about you.”
Her eyes widened.
“Why are you scared now?”
Willow had nerves of steel up to this point, yet this conversation was making her look ready to bolt.
“I don’t know,” she muttered, her gaze falling to the ground, then at the door for a brief second.
