Page 35 of Hunted By Them

Opening my eyes, nothing had changed, and I was overcome with longing.

“Get a grip,” I told the empty room, and marched into the bedroom to change into comfy clothes. “Get a fucking grip.”

RYDER

The city didn’t hide her well.

Even if I hadn’t tailed the police car to her apartment, I still would’ve been able to find her like she was a fucking beacon. Dash thought I was crazy. I’d never talked the guys into keeping someone for a week, let alone followed them home.

I stared up at the modest apartment that didn’t fit my memory of her. She’d built her little city cave inside a seven-story, brick block with iron railings and potted plants that tried too hard.

I’d walked in looking like a delivery guy and found her apartment on the call list. Tonight I was returning to my Sweet Daisy. I waited outside long enough to memorize the rhythm of lights in her apartment, the way her curtains glowed a soft amber when she finally settled, and then turned dark. Still, I waited.

Hood up, I walked into the building that lacked any security to speak of and made my way up the elevator to the top floor. I stepped out into the hallway and looked both ways. All was quiet. No cameras. Perfect.

Pulling my little kit out of my pocket, I stuck the two pieces of metal into the lock, and it took all of three seconds to get the door open. Locks were for people who believed in rules and thought they kept people like me at bay.

My shadow stretched into the small hallway that led directly into the open concept living room and kitchen. I followed her scent. The sweet shampoo and body wash aroma got stronger the closer I came to her bedroom. Sweet Daisy’s door was open.

Looking into her room, I smirked. She lay on her bed with an arm over her head and the blankets only covering half of her body. Slipping in like a shadow, I walked around to stare at her beautiful face. Fuck, I wanted to keep her. It wasn’t our way, but I was really starting to think, who gave a fuck.

Leaning in close, I sniffed her skin, and her scent filled me, making me hard. The faint trace of the forest still clung to her clothes. She looked…innocent…almost. But my Sweet Daisy wasn’t innocent anymore, not after what we’d carved into her.

Her lashes fluttered and her lips twitched as if she were in a dream. The rise and fall of her chest was steady. I could have stood there forever.

But I was not a patient man when it came to her.

I curled my fingers around the end of the blanket and tugged it down slow and steady. The fabric slipped over her body inch by inch, exposing the curve of her hip, and the end of the cotton shirt that barely covered her sexy ass. I pulled until she was completely vulnerable to my greedy eyes. She murmured and pressed her thighs together like she already knew I was nearby.

“Sweet Daisy,” I whispered. “Are you wet for me?”

Her breath hitched, and a soft moan spilled from her lips. She arched, lifting her hips into nothing. I smirked, my blood boiling with the need to be inside of her.

I tugged my belt loose and unzipped my jeans, freeing my cock. I groaned as I ran my hand up the length of my shaft.

“Fuck, Sweet Daisy, look what you do to me,” I said, voice low as her hips rocked against the mattress.

My hand moved faster, and I growled as she spread her legs a little more, hips wiggling. Even with the room almost completely dark, there was a sliver of silver coming in through her blinds that showed her glistening thighs.

“I told you, you’d crave me.” She whimpered at the reminder. “Touch yourself. I want to watch you touch that sweet fucking pussy.”

I was taking a massive risk, but I couldn’t help myself. My Sweet Daisy was fucking with my mind. She had become my craving.

Her hand inched closer, and I watched transfixed.

“That’s it…good girl, Sweet Daisy, let me see those fingers disappear.”

My body shuddered as she shoved two into her pussy. The sound she made had my jaw cracking, and my hand pumping harder.

“Oh, yeah…so beautiful. You’re mine,” I growled, and her legs splayed wide as her hips lifted off the mattress.

“Yes,” she mumbled in her sleep.

“Fuck…”

I couldn’t hold back. My come spilled from my cock, and landed on Sage’s hand, the one that had her panting for me. I growled and let my head fall back as I completely unloaded all over her hand, legs, and pussy.

Breathing hard, my nostrils flared as I stared at my seed all over her. She didn’t flinch.