24. Mila #2
I stood by Ryker’s car, wondering what the plan was.
I was excited and embarrassed at how exhilarated I felt while waiting in eager anticipation.
I hadn’t known that sex would make me feel like this.
I hadn’t known that the pull of the body could be even more intense than the pull of the heart.
It made me start to understand why so many people slept around, but it did make me wonder if it was as intense and good without love.
I thought back to the guys I’d dated in high school and college and wondered if I would have felt the same way about them.
I doubted it. I never had super intense feelings for them, and I couldn’t imagine that they were as skilled as Ryker.
Ryker made lovemaking exciting, even slightly dangerous.
I knew that he was probably a more intense, slightly psychotic lover than most, but that made him even more intoxicating to me.
Nothing about Ryker was routine. Nothing about him was normal.
And I loved that about him. I loved getting to know his hidden layers.
It made me feel like I was getting to know him better.
“What are you thinking about?” Ryker’s voice was caressing as he walked toward me with a confident strut and a sly smile on his face.
“I was thinking about my ex-boyfriends,” I said honestly, and he frowned.
“What?” He looked annoyed as he stopped in front of me.
“I was just wondering what it would have been like if we’d had sex,” I said sheepishly. “If they would have wowed me in bed as you have.”
I don’t think he got the compliment I’d given him, based on the angry look on his face. My stomach sank as I realized I’d said the wrong thing.
“I mean, not that I want them to come and wow me in bed now . . . ” My voice trailed off, and he continued to stare at me. “I was just thinking about the past.” I made a face at him. “Say something.”
“What do you want me to say?” Ryker growled at me. “I think I’d rather show you than tell you.”
“Show me what?”
“What I’m thinking and how I’m feeling.” His eyes glittered at me. “I’ll make you forget all those exes once and for all.”
“It’s not like I want to be with them.” I sighed. “I was just telling you what was going through my mind the moment you came up to me.”
“Mila,” he said with a shake of his head, “enough.”
“Enough what?” I gawked at him. “I haven’t even really said anything. It’s not like we were in bed and I screamed out one of their names or had fantasies of you being one of them.”
“Mila.” He came closer to me, his nostrils flaring. “You are completely ridiculous.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I frowned at him. “I’m not ridiculous.”
“If I weren’t a gentleman, I would bend you over right here and now and show you what’s what,” Ryker said, his voice throaty as he leaned down to look into my eyes.
“Yeah, I guess if you weren’t a gentleman, you would do that,” I said, my breath coming quickly as I looked up into his eyes, my lips a mere inch from him.
“Are you doubting the fact that I’m a gentleman?” he said, his lips moving against mine but not kissing me.
“Would that be a surprise?” I said as my lips touched his gently.
“No.” He chuckled and pressed his lips against mine harder, this time actually kissing me.
“You know you’re a dirty, rotten scoundrel inside.” I kissed him back and then tugged on his lower lip with my teeth.
“And you love it.” His hands crept around my waist. “You want me to be a dirty bastard,” he said, pushing himself into me. His hardness pressed against my lower belly, and I felt a stirring inside my soul.
“I don’t want you to be anything you don’t want to be,” I told him truthfully.
“Aren’t you considerate?” He almost purred as his hands cupped my breasts.
“Yes.” I smiled innocently back at him and reached down and grabbed his package. “I’m very considerate.” I squeezed gently, and he groaned as he grew in my hands.
“Yes, you are.” He moved his mouth to my ear and blew sensually. “I want to fuck you, Mila. I want to bend you over my car and take you from behind. It won’t be romantic, and it won’t be slow.”
“Okay,” I squeaked out.
“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” He leaned back and looked at me. “Or will you consider me an asshole?”
“I don’t think you’re an asshole.”
“I just want to make sure. I remember in your Operation Condor handbook, you had something about sex in a car. I wasn’t sure if sex over a car was the same.”
“Oh, my God.” I covered my face with my hands. “That’s how you knew? You saw my notebook?”
“Maybe.” He laughed and then nodded. “I read it once.” He grinned. “I was waiting to see if you were ever going to make a move on me in the back seat of a car. I was disappointed that you never did.”
“Oh, my God, I could die,” I squealed, and I desperately tried to remember exactly what I’d written in the notebook. I know I had several seduction techniques in there that I’d never used, but I couldn’t remember what else I might have written about.
“It wasn’t that bad.” He laughed and then winked. “Now I can help you live out some of your fantasies.”
“Those weren’t my fantasies,” I protested as I continued to squeeze his hardness.
“What were they, then?” He grunted and thrust himself into my hands.
“They were what I thought would be your fantasies,” I admitted, embarrassed.
“You wanted to make my fantasies come true?”
“Yes.” I nodded and cried out as he spun me around and pushed me over the hood of his car. “Ryker?”
“Shh, we’re making one of my fantasies come true,” he said, and I heard the metal of his zipper being opened behind me before he pulled my dress up and to the side.
“Ryker?” I gasped as I felt the cool air hit my behind. “Should we be doing this here? What if someone sees us?”
“That’s why we have to be quick.” He grunted, and he thrust inside me deep and hard.
I cried out as he filled me up. I fell forward onto the hood of the car, and I moaned as he thrust in and out of me quickly. The car’s metal was cold, but Ryker was warming me up from inside.
“Oh, Mila, you’re so wet for me. You were so wet and ready for this, weren’t you?”
“Ryker,” I moaned out his name. I was so lost in the moment that no other words would come.
I couldn’t believe I was letting him fuck me in the parking lot, where anyone could see us, but that was part of being with Ryker—the excitement, the danger, it was all an added plus.
He lived life on the edge, every single day, and I was starting to enjoy that as well.
“Mila.” He grabbed my hips and slammed into me, over and over again, so forcefully that I could barely breathe.
His cock hit everywhere deep inside of me that I thought I was going to pass out from pleasure.
“I’m going to come.” He groaned, and I allowed myself to let go completely in the last few thrusts.
He collapsed on top of me after we came, and we lay there on the car catching our breath before he stepped back, pulled me up, and straightened my dress back down.
“I want you to move in with me tomorrow,” Ryker said as he held me close to him. “I need to have you around all the time.”
“I know, you already said that before.” I panted, not wanting to put too much thought into it, since my body was still riding high on my orgasm.
I didn’t want to grow hope that he wanted me close because he was falling for me.
“But I can’t move in tomorrow. I still need to pack and get my stuff together. ”
“The day after?” He frowned.
“A few days.” I laughed and touched the side of his face lightly as he pouted. “I’ll move in, in a few days.”
“Good,” he said, and then kissed me on the forehead. “That’s settled then.”
“Then you can have your wicked way with me whenever you want,” I said teasingly, though I wasn’t really joking.
“Yup.” He winked and leaned over and bit down on my lip. “Whenever I want,” he said as he looked into my eyes. “Just as long as you’re willing.”
I’m always willing crossed my mind, but instead I stayed silent and smiled at him. Confusion and lust were invading my mind, and I was starting to get caught up in the fog of emotions that Ryker had always brought to my life.
“Let’s go back inside.” He smiled, held my hand, and we walked back into the party with huge grins on our faces.