Chapter Seventeen #2
Ryder nodded. He blinked quickly as though fighting emotion he didn’t want to leak out. “She did,” he whispered. “She said some really wonderful things. Practically made me sound like a saint. My parents were basically speechless and looked like idiots by the time she was done.”
I owed her the biggest hug, a vat of her favorite iced coffee, and a giant cinnamon roll from the bakery she loved.
“Want to know something sad?”
“What?”
“I’m almost twenty-five, and it felt like I experienced a real mother for the first time in my life.”
“Baby…” The immense gratitude I felt toward my mom was nearly eclipsed by my heartache for the man I loved.
Ryder deserved a family who loved everything about him.
Who valued his choices and supported him in his goals and dreams, especially when he had such noble ones.
I kissed him deeply, trying to pour all my love into it.
He clung to me, holding me just as tightly.
“She’s yours anytime you want her. In fact, you can consider her your mom from this day on. ”
He grimaced. “While I’m sure you mean that in the sweetest way, it might get awkward if we start introducing ourselves as boyfriends who have the same mother.”
I snorted, but it quickly turned into a full-blown laugh I couldn’t stop. Ryder joined in, and we laughed until my stomach cramped and tears rolled down our cheeks. “Okay,” I said once I could breathe again. “You have a point there. Let’s call her your honorary mom.”
He grinned. The green fleck in his crystal blue eyes sparkled, taking my breath away. “That works.” After a few moments, he sighed. “Guess we can’t spend the entire afternoon in bed, huh?”
“I wish,” I answered as I rolled to my back. “I still have one class and a shift at Top Shelf.”
“About that…”
“Nope.” I hopped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. “We’re not talking about me quitting my job. You will not be my sugar daddy,” I called as I flipped on the shower.
“All right. All right. I’ll drop it.”
I could practically hear his eyes rolling, but this was an issue I would not relent on.
I’d already moved in. Once we sold the house, many of my money problems would disappear, or at least lessen significantly.
Maybe then we could revisit the idea of cutting back my hours at the club, but no sooner, which reminded me of another important topic we needed to discuss.
“I finally heard back from Kenny,” I yelled above the spray into the bedroom.
Ryder appeared at the bathroom door, sexy form on full display for my viewing pleasure.
He grabbed the overhead doorframe, making his toned arms pop and his abs ripple.
His soft cock hung between his legs, covered in drying cum.
It probably didn’t feel great, but it was hot as hell to see the evidence of his pleasure clinging to his cock.
“Hello?”
I blinked. “Huh?”
Ryder laughed, then winked. “As much as I love you drooling over me, I asked what Kenny said.”
Oh, right.
“Uh, he said he’d meet me at the house on Sunday evening at seven.”
Ryder blinked. “Wow. Not gonna lie, I kinda thought he’d tell you to fuck off.”
With a grunt, I stepped into the shower, leaving the door open for Ryder to either join or enjoy the show. Of course, he chose to step in with me.
“I thought so as well,” I said as I grabbed the sandalwood-scented body wash Ryder was obsessed with. “He probably needs something from me.” I shrugged. “Either way, I’ll go tell him about my decision to sell the house.”
Ryder snatched the bottle from me and squirted a large dollop onto his palm. After lathering the gel, he began to wash me, starting at my chest. “How do you think he’ll react?”
His hand circled my cock, and I grunted. “I honestly have no idea.”
Two strokes were all it took for my guy to get my cock plumping in his hand. “Hopefully, the idea of getting a third of the money from the sale will get him on board.”
My mom and I had many discussions over the past few days about the fate of the house.
In the end, we agreed that selling was the best option.
She fought hard for the idea of splitting the profit equally between her, Kenny, and me.
I was far more skeptical of the idea, and while my name was on the deed, I still regarded her as the decision-maker.
She’d lived there her entire adult life, and I couldn’t rob her of the ability to have the majority say.
“Um, could we maybe not talk about this while you’re working me over?”
Ryder chuckled. “What do you mean? I’m just washing you up.”
He stroked me with intent far beyond getting me clean.
“You’re pretty dirty as well,” I said as I fisted his cock, then batted his hand away. I lined our dicks up and ran them through my soapy fist, making sure to pay attention to the heads.
Ryder’s eyes fluttered closed. “Mmm. I am, aren’t I?” He gasped. “I love how that feels.”
“Give me your mouth,” I demanded in a low rasp.
Blindly, Ryder lifted his mouth to mine, where we brushed our lips together once, then again before Ryder whispered, “Put a finger in my ass.” He shuddered as I increased the speed of my fist, shuttling along our cocks. “Maybe two.”
“My pleasure.” I captured his lips in a deep, spine-tingling kiss that had him sagging into me as I slid my free hand around his sudsy body to the top of his ass. As our tongues tangled, I slipped two fingers down to his hole, where I wasted no time pressing them inside him.
He groaned into my mouth, pushing his ass back to accept my invasion.
Warm water and steam cocooned us in our own world as I caressed our cocks, and Ryder rocked his hips between my fist and fingers as though he couldn’t decide which he liked more.
Within minutes, we were shouting through our orgasms and panting once again. We lingered, washing, teasing, and touching until the water would have run cool if we’d been anywhere but the luxury penthouse I now called home.
But I didn’t care about the water’s temperature. I’d have been just as happy to stand beneath an icy stream as long as Ryder stood with me.