I should say no, because she agreed to treat this like any other job, but I can’t make myself do it. “Okay, but you need to start setting some boundaries with her. She’s never going to stop walking all over you if you don’t.”
Leaning down, I put myself at eye level, looking her right in the eyes. “This will be thelasttime you adjust your work schedule for your mother, unless it’s anactualemergency. Am I understood?” The firmness in my voice leaves no room for argument.
“Yes, Sir,” she agrees through pursed lips. She wants to argue.
She’s so used to giving in to Christine, and if she can’t put a stop to it herself, I’ll help her. It starts here.
“Good girl, now let’s go home.”
35
Arabella
Istill can’t believe she showed up at my apartment. She never leaves the house alone and the one time she decides to venture out, it’s the same night I happen to have been literally fucked stupid by her ex. The same ex that she’s never gotten over and for some reason has always blamed his leaving, on me. If she knew what I was doing, it would only justify her blame and I can’t take the judgment and criticism that would accompany that knowledge.
I feel bad for asking Ryker to help me with my shift, but it was easier than telling her no, outright.
By the time we make it back to his place, I’m exhausted as I make my way to the guest room.
I feel his strong grip on my arm as he stops me, turning me to pull me into his hard chest. We keep ending up in each other's arms and I can’t find it in my heart to hate it.
“Don’t even think about going where I think you’re going.”
“But, I–” I start before his lips are on mine as his tongue swipes my lips, seeking entrance. Our tongues tangle and mybreathing picks up when he tugs me closer to him. There’s not an inch of space between us and I can feel his cock growing with every brush of my thigh. How is he hard again?
“Feel what you do to me, baby? I’m already dying to be inside you again.”
We pull apart and take a few seconds to catch our breath. “I think I’m dying for that too,” I admit with a whisper.
“It’s going to have to wait. You kept me up late and we both need more sleep. In my room. In the same bed. To be clear.” He punctuates each phrase and the dominance in his voice has me ready to drop to my knees and show him just how much wedon’tneed to go to bed yet. And just like that, I’m wet again andnotfrom his cum still leaking out of me.
I wake up on my side, in a slight state of panic that I’m not alone, before I remember that it’s Ryker’s firm body pressed up against me with his surprisingly heavy, muscled arm draped over my midsection. And that’s apparently not the only thing that’s firm, because his dick is poking the crack of my ass. Does it ever go down?
Historically speaking, this is the exact moment where I’d normally sneak out from under him and escape before he wakes up to try for round–whatever. But, for the first time in forever, I don’t want to leave. His body is warm and cozy, like a heated blanket. If I could stay right here and freeze this moment forever, I would. This is new territory for me and I’m not sure the best way to navigate it, so I decide on an ass wiggle followed by a scoot backward to try and get closer to him.
He answers my teasing by tightening his grip on my stomach and holding me still against him. “Baby, you can’t get any closer. But if you keep trying, my dick is going to end up in that tight ass of yours and I’m not sure you’re ready for that yet.”
I put anal on my checklist as a soft limit because I’ve not had good experiences with it, so far. While it may not be a hard limit, I’m also not going to offer my asshole up on a silver platter. But fuck if the thought of him taking it isn’t a huge turn on.
“Excuse me, Cocktimus Prime,” I joke. “I don’t have a death wish and that thing would clearly split me in two. As it is, I’ll probably need an ice pack after you destroyed my lady garden.Thatmonster cock is going nowhere near my garden’s back gate.”
“Yourwhat?” He laughs.
“The vagina is the lady garden, so the asshole is the–”
“I get it,” he stops me, his eyes bright as he smiles. “I understand the reference to your anatomy, but I can’t say I’ve ever heard those terms before. You do know that’s not how anatomy works, though, right? You can’tactuallyaccess the front through the back gate.”
“You’re kidding,” I gasp, my mouth falling open in mock horror. Then he’s tickling me until I can hardly breathe, rocking his hips into my ass like he’s been challenged, yet again and determined to prove me wrong.
“Oh, I’ll make it fit,” he assures me, nibbling on my earlobe. “Besides, neither anal nor ass play are on your hard limit lists, so it’s best you wrap your head around it, because it will be happening at some point. I can’t wait to watch that tight hole of yours swallow this fat cock.”
And I’m dead.
Cause of death: Ryker Hart’s filthy mouth.
He flips me over to face him as our hands wander each other's bodies with purpose. He refused to let me get in his bed with clothes on because he needed to feel my body against his.
He pauses abruptly, and his expression goes slack with confusion. “Did you just call me ‘Cocktimus Prime’?”
