Chapter 25 #2
She begs him to stop. It’s too much. He ignores her cries, refusing to let up when he feels her start to tighten around him.
She tries to move away, needing a small reprieve before he sends her flying over the edge.
The only break she gets is the second he takes to adjust himself onto his knees, hovering over her.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growls. His hands dig into her waist as he pulls her back, slamming her onto his cock.
She throws her head back, fingers gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles turn white.
Every stroke sends her spiraling toward release.
Her legs begin to shake. Riley reaches between them, his thumb circling her clit in teasing strokes, and she shatters around him.
“That’s it, baby, come apart for me,” he says through his heavy breathing.
Her legs quake. Liz arches off the bed, seeing stars.
He loses it the second she obeys. He doesn’t let up, fucking her until he can’t any longer.
His orgasm crashes through him like a storm, stealing the breath from his lungs.
He collapses on top of her, trapping her beneath him.
Neither one has the strength to move, instead, staying in a sweaty heap, fighting to catch their breath.
It’s Liz who reluctantly moves first, wiggling her slick body out from under Riley’s.
She props herself up against the headboard, pulling Riley to her so his head rests in her lap.
Absent-mindedly, she runs her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp, savoring every rumbling moan he lets out.
He pulls himself away, settling next to her in the quiet.
They will have to go back soon, but he knows what will be waiting when they do.
“I’m sorry, princess,” he says, kissing the tip of her nose when she looks up at him. “I keep giving you moments like this just to drag you back into a fight.”
Her soft hand slides into his, fingers lacing together. The weight of her head rests on his shoulder. “Stop apologizing. What is happening is out of your control. I need to have these moments with you between the crazy, or I will lose it,” she assures him.
He can hear it in her voice, she means it. The constant fights don’t bother her as much as the lack of normalcy. If that’s what she needs, sneaking off to simply exist in each other’s company, then he will make it his personal mission to give that to her. He just wishes he had more to offer.
“Well, how about this… I can hear your stomach rumbling, and I know none of the guys bothered to keep the kitchen stocked. So, I say we go back to base, order a pizza, and kick Mikey out so we can get some real alone time.”
“That sounds amazing. I guess I should get dressed,” she says, dropping his hand from hers.
Riley throws himself back onto her lap, pinning her in place. “Change of plans. We stay here, and you never put clothes on again,” he mumbles into the blanket covering her legs, giggling as she gently rakes her nails across his shoulders carefully avoiding the angry looking scars.
“Too late. You already promised me pizza,” she teases, prying herself from his grasp.
He watches her with an eerie focus as she darts across the room, naked as the day she was born.
Only when her own door closes does he force himself to get dressed, meeting her in the living room when he is done.
He isn’t left waiting long when Liz comes strolling out.
When his eyes land on her, he regrets ever suggesting they leave.
Her long, flowing hair is pulled back and twisted into a claw clip with his favorite strands refusing to cooperate and framing her face instead.
A loose, light-blue crop top and matching shorts, with slits on each side that reach her waist, hugs her body, paired with low-top sneakers.
He wraps his arms around her, sharing one last kiss before they go outside, leaving their home behind once more.
Liz connects her phone to Riley’s truck the minute she gets in, excited to show him her favorite musical. She is singing along to the first few songs while he speeds along the winding roads when his phone rings, ruining his personal concert.
“Hey, Ty. What’s up?” he answers.
Liz lowers the radio, not trying to be nosy, but also needing to hear what Tyler is yelling about on the other side of the phone.
“Calm down, man. What is happening?” Riley asks. The blood drains from his face. Liz goes flying into the dash as the truck comes to a screeching halt.
“You should wear a seatbelt,” Riley says, ignoring the daggers she stares at him.
He turns back to the call, staying stopped in the middle of the road. “Okay. Send everything. I’ll do what I can to get it secure. Tell them not to do anything stupid. I will figure something out,” he says before hanging up.
“What the hell is going on, Ry?” Liz asks. Fear grips her like a vice.
Riley turns the truck around and drives them back, going as fast as he is able without terrifying her. “Scott knows why you were in his office. He is rounding everyone up. We can’t go back.”