Chapter 18 Kaylynn
KAYLYNN
I stared at the darkened ceiling, unable to sleep.
Between the sounds of hushed whispers coming from all angles of the clubhouse and my mind swirling with the phantom heat of Ryker’s lips against my hand, I didn’t stand a chance.
Every time I looked at the digital clock on the bedside table, time seemed to creep by slower.
The slow ticking up toward eleven o’clock almost killed me.
I got up and paced the room, hoping to wear myself out by midnight.
But as twelve-thirty came around, the only thing that walking made me was thirsty.
So, I crept out of the room and headed for the kitchen.
I had nothing with me, not even a change of clothes.
Just my car, my keys, and the clothes on my back.
Oh, and my phone in my back pocket, which I still debated on whether or not to get rid of.
I didn’t have my laptop, even though that wouldn’t have been smart.
I didn’t have my bank cards, so I didn’t have money.
I didn’t have a safe means of transportation since my brother knew what kind of car I drove and what the license plate was.
All of which meant I didn’t have the ability to go out and purchase myself any other clothes or pajamas.
Or a charger for my phone.
Fuck, I really needed to get rid of this before my brother tried tracking it.
I was fortunate that Piper lent me a large shirt of hers. Because it covered me just enough to warrant leaving the bedroom without pants on.
The fabric brushed against the backs of my thighs as I padded out to the kitchen.
With socks on my feet that weren’t mine and a shirt that draped over my frame, I wasn’t too sure Piper hadn’t given me one of Rock’s t-shirts.
I tried not to think about it. Mostly because that felt weird. Wearing someone’s husband’s clothes.
“Yikes,” I murmured.
I reached for the fridge and opened it, sighing as the cool air hit me.
The rooms were stuffy. Especially since they didn’t have windows.
The fan only blew the stuffy air around.
It didn’t do anything to alleviate how hot it had gotten in there.
And as I drew in a deep breath, I reached for one of the water bottles in the back.
The ones that were slightly frosted over.
“Come to mama,” I whispered.
“Okay.”
I jumped at the sound of his voice. The fridge door slammed closed as the water bottle tumbled from my hand. I whipped around, staring wide-eyed at Ryker as he grinned at me. With his arms crossed over his chest, his pajama pants hanging low on his hips, and his torso completely exposed.
I couldn't stop my eyes from wandering.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked.
I cleared my throat. “Uh, just thirsty.”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“I can’t sleep because I’m thirsty. Once I rectify that, I’ll be fine.”
“Uh huh.”
I paused. “What was that for?”
“What was what for?”
“That ‘uh huh.’”
He shrugged. “Just an ‘uh huh.’”
“That wasn’t any ‘uh huh.’ That was the ‘uh huh’ of a man that doesn’t believe me.”
“Because I don’t believe you.”
“And why’s that?”
He smiled cheekily. “Because you aren’t as opaque as you think you are.”
“Big words for a man who rides a bike for a living.”
“Just because I ride a bike for a living doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.”
He walked toward me, his eyes never leaving mine.
That stoic stare backed me up, until my body pressed itself against the kitchen counter.
He came up to me, mere inches away from my form.
And as the smell of his freshly-washed body wafted up my nose, he bent down.
His nose traced an invisible line between our bodies. Until his gaze stopped at my nethers.
I drew in a shuddered breath as he reached for the water bottle I dropped. And after pausing for a second, he slowly journeyed back up.
“You dropped this,” he said.
He placed it on the kitchen counter beside me, but his hand didn’t move.
My eyes slowly traveled up his arm, taking in the rippling muscles.
The way they flexed with need. The way his skin twitched as his muscles clenched.
I swallowed hard as my eyes found his again.
And though I expected him to, he didn’t back up.
“Ryker?” I asked softly.
“Hello, Kaylynn.”
In a flash, his hands were on me. His massive palms gripped my hips, hoisting me off the ground. I gasped as I clung to him. I curled my fingertips into the taut skin of his back. He placed me on the edge of the counter, his hands running up my legs.
“Ryker,” I whispered.
“Oh, hello beautiful,” he groaned.
His lips fell to my neck and my head tilted back.
I moaned as he kissed me. Raking his teeth down my pulse point and sucking at my vulnerable skin.
Something slid across the tiles of the kitchen floor.
His hands slid up and down my thighs, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach.
I gasped as he kissed me. I moaned whenever his teeth hit my skin.
And when his hands pressed my knees open, I felt him move.
“Ryker,” I whimpered.
“Oh, fuck Kaylynn,” he whispered.
He tossed my legs over his shoulders and my eyes found him between my legs.
I braced my hands behind me, leaning back as he pushed the shirt up over my stomach.
He sat on a chair between my legs. My pussy, at the ready as he pulled my panties to the side.
His eyes sparkled with delight. As if I’d given him his favorite Christmas present.
And as his eyes looked up at me, his tongue lapped up my slit.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“Better keep it down, just in case someone wakes up.”
“Oh, Ryker,” I moaned.
“That’s not keeping it down, beautiful.”
He spanked the side of my thigh softly, the crack filling the space between us.
My head fell back, and a hiss escaped my lips as his tongue pierced my folds.
I rocked against him. I panted for air as his tongue flattened against my clit.
He licked it softly. Tenderly. Very much unlike the way his hands gripped my hips.
“Shit. Yes. Like that. Just like that.”
He growled into my pussy lips and I shivered at the ready.
My juices dripped down my ass crack, relishing the quick moments we shared together.
Years. It’d been years since I had experienced something like this.
The intense pleasure of sharing my body with someone.
The yearning I had for someone to feast upon me in whatever ways they wished.
My toes curled into his back as I sank further to the kitchen counter.
His tongue dug deeper, parting my pussy folds as my arousal coated his cheeks.
His stubble tickled my lower lips. His hands massaged my hips.
I rocked against him, moving and swiveling my hips as fire took hold of my body.
I quaked for him with every stroke. I gasped his name with every press. The faster he moved, the more I shook. Until my toes curled deeply and my legs locked out.
“That’s it. That’s it. Ryker. Ryker. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please, I need—I need—”
“Tell me what you need,” he murmured.
He wrapped his arms around my legs, pulling me toward him. Feasting upon me as my broken breaths tried to piece together the answer he wanted.
“Don’t leave me hanging. Turnabout is fair play,” he growled.
“I need to come. I need to come. I need you to let me come,” I said quickly.
“Good girl.”
With those two words, he slid his fingers inside me.
Two of them, filling me up as my body careened over the edge.
He pumped them. He spread me. His tongue traced my clit as my walls quaked around his intrusion.
My jaw unhinged in silent pleasure as my back fell against the counter.
My neck, crooked at an odd angle, sat lopsided against the backsplash.
And yet, I didn’t care. All my body knew was rocking against him as he filled me, licked me, and sucked my clit between his lips.
Soaring me to heights I couldn't even bring myself to experience.
“Oh—yes.”
The choked words fell from my lips before my body collapsed.
My legs fell weak against his strong shoulders.
My juices stopped pouring for him as his tongue fell away.
He kissed my lower lips. Nibbled on the excess of my inner thighs.
I whimpered softly, unable to swallow as my moans turned to coughs.
His tongue cleaned me up. He swallowed every drop of me down as I laid there, unable to move.
Coughing. Sputtering. Trying to catch my breath.
Then, he took my hands within his and slowly lifted me up.
Before cracking that damn water bottle open.
“Maybe now you finally have some time for this, you dirty girl.”
“I’d swat you right now if I weren’t so tired,” I said.
He grinned. “Seriously. Drink.”
I took the bottle from him before he stood, and my head fell against his chest. I heard him literally suck my taste from his fingertips before he started running his hand through my hair.
I groaned at the sound. The only thing I hated was that I missed it.
I missed watching him enjoy the last taste of me.
I brought the bottle to my lips, squeezing the plastic so I wouldn't have to move.
His rhythmic motions relaxed my body, causing me to lean heavily into him.
“Had enough?” Ryker asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”
“Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”