Page 83 of Mistletoe Mischief

Ryler scrambled to her knees and threw a leg over him, hugging his sides with her knees as she sank down, the tip of him stretching her. Pike was thick and rigid, stretching her body to accommodate him in the best way possible, and as his length slipped inside inch by inch, she placed her hands on his chest to drag it out, to torture him the way he had her.

“No, baby, that’s not what we’re going to do now,” he said, gripping her hips in his hand and thrusting upward, slamming her down on his cock. She cried out with joy, and he lifted her up and over and over in rapid succession, giving her no chance to slow down. She’d thought by letting her be on top, he was giving her some kind of control back, but in reality, he wanted to be the boss, and fuck, she loved it. It felt so fucking good.

“Fuck, I love watching your tits,” he said, bouncing her faster. He rolled his hips up and across her G-spot, the motion more intense than any she’d ever experienced. Ryler had no idea how he knew exactly what and where her G-spot was because no one else had ever found it before, but it was almost like he was going above and beyond so she’d never forget tonight. He took her like he was claiming her, like he was showing her exactly why she wanted this, wanted him. Why sex with Pike was better than any fucking ice cream ever had been in her entire life.

When she came for a second time, she fucking dragged her nails over his chest, her hips pumping, crying out with abandon. Pike gave no quarter as he kept moving, the rapid rolling strokes continuing until his own motions became erratic. Yelling her name, he pushed into her as far as he could go, one, two, three times, and she loved it. Loved everything about it.

Ryler fell forward against his chest, her cheek resting there. His chest hair tickled her nose as she listened to his heart pounding against her ear. How did any woman experience this with Pike and walk away? Did he get lazy with them as the relationship went on? Maybe he stopped trying so hard. The thoughts racing through her head were far too serious for if they were going to keep it casual. She was going to be gone soon, and that would be the end of this. They would have several glorious weeks, and she would say goodbye.

Ryler wasn’t going to think about that now. This was just the beginning of something great.

She trailed her finger along his chest, running the tip of it over his nipple as she breathed, “Are we good?”

“Good?” he asked.

“Are we one and done?”

Pike’s fingers twisted in her hair as he pulled her head up to look at her. “Do you want to be one and done?”

“I was just asking,” she said breathlessly.

“Ryler, once is not gonna be enough for me,” he said. “But if you really don’t want this, then—”

“No, I was just joking. I was just playing.”

Suddenly she found herself on her back with Pike looming over her, his expression thunderous.

“You can joke about a lot of things, Ryler, but until you get on that plane and leave Mistletoe, I want this pussy as much as possible,” he said, sliding his hand between her legs. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal,” she said. Anticipation coursed through her body. Although they planned on this being casual between them, Pike’s possessive and assertive claim on her did things that she’d never expected. She loved it. The raw want on his face was intoxicating and addictive.

“And what about you?” she asked.

“What about me?”

“Are you going to be kissing other women?” she asked.

“Would it bother you if I did?” he asked.

Yes, she thought.

But instead of being honest, she shrugged. “You said we’re casual, right? And since we are a big secret and no one is supposed to know about us, it would look weird if you suddenly stopped being interested in other women.”

“So, you’re saying you want me to continue to date other women?”

“We’ve got to keep up appearances, right?” she said, wondering why she was saying any of this, because the last thing she wanted was for him to date anyone else and take any time away from her. But her self-destruct button had been flipped, and now she was saying all kinds of stupid shit.

Just stop talking, Ryler, she thought.

Pike leaned closer and gave her a hard, fast kiss. “I don’t give a fuck about appearances. These lips and every other part of you are mine until we’re done.”

Ryler quivered, but in a light tone, said, “We’ll see.”

Pike kissed her again, groaning against her mouth, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

What a way to go, she thought.

Chapter Twenty-five