Chapter Nineteen
chapter nineteen
RYDER
Ana
I hope you guys had a good night. No rush getting the girls, but we’re making breakfast if you want to join.
I glance over at a sleeping Kira, and the only thing I want to eat is her.
So, I type back:
Thank you again for watching them. We’ll be there soon, but don’t wait on us for breakfast.
Ana
I’m so happy for you both.
I set my phone down and roll back toward Kira, who is wearing nothing but my dress shirt. After we showered and I refused to let her leave my room to get dressed, she got creative and snagged the dress shirt I’d hung over my chair. It’s unbuttoned halfway down, showing off the swells of her perfect breasts.
I edge closer and separate her thighs, pushing my knees between them and rubbing against her pussy. She moans in her sleep, and my dick hardens at the sound.
Undoing another two buttons, I part her shirt and uncover one of her breasts completely. Her dusty-rose nipple is hard and begging to be licked. So, I lean in and flick my tongue across it.
Kira moans again and stretches, exposing her other breast. I take that one in my mouth, sucking on her nipple. Then, I pull back and softly blow on the wet tip.
“What are you doing?” she chokes out, her voice gravelly from sleep.
“Enjoying my breakfast.”
She laughs, and the melodic sound has me feeling shit I’ve never felt.
Pushing her gently onto her back, I brush my lips against hers and then trail more kisses along her jawline and neck.
“Ryder,” she breathes, cupping my face.
I hover above her and kiss her again. “Good morning, beautiful,” I murmur against her lips.
“Morning,” she says back, smiling as I slide down her body, pushing the cover off her.
Spreading her legs and pussy lips, I dip my head and lick up her center. Her body bows at my touch, and her hands go to my hair, tugging on the strands. I’m quickly learning that’s her go-to when she’s turned on, and I fucking love it.
Since I know she’s going to want to get the girls soon, I don’t draw it out. Instead, I go straight for her clit, massaging it in the way I know will set her off, while I push two digits into her warmth and finger-fuck her until she’s screaming out my name as she climaxes all over my tongue and fingers.
I drink her in, memorizing her taste—the perfect mix of sweet and tangy and all fucking mine. And then, without giving her a moment to come down, I climb back up her body, her juices still coating my lips.
“You hungry, baby?”
She nods, her lust-filled eyes landing on my mouth. “Ravished,” she breathes.
Pulling my face toward hers, she licks my top lip and then the bottom, tasting herself on me.
“Tastes delicious, right?”
“It’s okay.” She shrugs. “I prefer my breakfast a bit saltier.”
I chuckle and shake my head, remembering the way she went to town on my cock last night in the shower after we went inside, swallowing every damn drop.
“That’s going to have to wait. Right now, I need to be inside you.” I lean in and kiss her once more. “Now, be a good girl and turn over on your hands and knees so I can fuck you from behind … and take that shirt off.”
She nods eagerly and then scrambles to do as I asked. Once she’s naked with her pert ass in the air, she glances back and waits patiently for me.
I could stare at her all day. At the way her hair is messy from us fucking after our shower. The way her smooth, tanned back curves. Just above her ass are two sexy-as-fuck dimples that remind me of the one on her right cheek.
She wiggles her ass, growing impatient, and I snap out of it, remembering that I don’t have to resort to only looking. I get to touch.
I run my hand between her shoulder blades and down her spine, reveling in her creamy flesh. I stop at the twin dimples and lean over, swirling my tongue around each one. And then I brush my lips over the swell of her ass and give her left cheek a playful bite.
“Ryder,” she groans, wiggling her ass again.
“Don’t rush me, woman. I’m admiring your ass.”
I slap the cheek I just bit, and she shrieks in surprise.
“Well, can you admire it later? I’d really like another orgasm.”
I chuckle at her sassiness as I spread her cheeks apart with one hand and run my fingertip down her crack with the other. When I stop at her puckered hole, I press it gently, and she whips her head around to look at me.
“Have you been fucked here?” I ask curiously. As much as I don’t want to think about her fucking other guys, it’s stupid to pretend like either of us hasn’t been with other people.
“A few times,” she says, “but it wasn’t really good.”
“That’s because he didn’t know what he was doing,” I muse, pushing my finger into the hole slightly, imagining how good it would feel to fuck her ass. “Would you let me fuck it?”
She thinks for several seconds and then nods, and it takes everything in me not to grab some lube so I can fuck her ass. But I glance at the time on my clock and remember we need to get the girls soon. Ana might’ve said it’s no rush, but I don’t want to take advantage of her and Julian’s kindness.
“Another time,” I tell her, pushing her legs further apart and then lining myself up with her pussy.
With my hands gripping the curves of her hips, I enter her as deep as I can go and then draw out slowly. I do this a few times until Kira completely loses her patience and starts to meet me thrust for thrust.
“Do you feel how perfectly my cock fits inside your pussy?”
“Yes,” she moans, throwing her head back in pleasure.
Our reflections catch in my peripheral vision, and I realize I can see us from the bathroom mirror. Our bodies connecting, her ass jiggling with every thrust of my hips, her teardrop tits swaying back and forth. Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open as she takes everything I have to give, giving it right back.
I reach around and find her already-sensitive clit, and it doesn’t take much to send her over the edge. Her pussy clamps down on my cock like a fucking vise, and I know it won’t be long until I’m filling her up. I thought I’d be thankful when she admitted she was on birth control, but instead, I found myself disappointed in the fact that no matter how many times I came in her, it wouldn’t end in her carrying my child.
The image of her swollen with my baby has me gripping her hips tighter and fucking her harder, hoping against all odds that I’ll fuck her so good that she’ll get pregnant.
With that thought, my orgasm slams through me, and I keep going until I’ve drained every last drop into her.
“Open your eyes and look at us,” I choke out, wanting her to see what I see. “Look how good we look together. Our bodies so close that you can’t tell where I end and you begin.”
Her eyes pop open, and she turns her head to the left, her mesmerizing blue eyes meeting mine. Her skin is damp with perspiration, her puffy lips parted as she tries to catch her breath. Her hair is a mess, she has no makeup on, and I’ve never found a woman to be more beautiful.
As I look at us in the mirror, it hits me how quickly I’ve fallen for this woman and how badly I want to claim her and make her mine in every way possible.
Starting with marrying her.
But in order to do that, she has to get divorced first, which means I need to find a way to handle her ex as soon as possible. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned from being a Du Ponte, it’s that when we want something, nothing and nobody can stand in our way.
Brian had better watch out because I’m coming for him, and I won’t stop until Kira’s mine and that piece of shit is out of her life for good.
Ryder,
I hope you are doing well. Margorie mentioned you haven’t RSVP’d for the Du Ponte Enterprises picnic. I understand you have personal issues with our father, but please remember that we’re brothers, and it would mean a lot to me if you attended. The media will be there, and it’s important that we put on a united front. I don’t ask a lot from you, but I am asking you for this.
Sincerely,
Eric
I groan at his formality, wondering if other families are like this.
“What’s wrong?” Kira asks, snuggling into my side on the couch.
After we picked up the girls, we spent the morning at the park and then came home for nap time. I wasn’t sure how the vibe would be now that we’d made it clear that we were more to each other, but it feels easy and natural, and the last thing I want is to pop our safe little bubble.
“My family has an annual Fourth of July picnic every year. I didn’t go last year because Addie was only a few months old and Nora had just left. The year before, I hadn’t attended because we were dealing with the upcoming wedding. My brother is running for presidency in the upcoming election and is giving me shit about attending. It’s a whole fucking ordeal, and I don’t really want Addie in the media. I know it comes with our family name, but I’ve managed to keep her out of it so far.”
“So, why don’t you keep Addie here with me? I can stay with her for the weekend, and you can go and enjoy yourself. I know you’re not thrilled about being around your family, but consider it a little mini getaway.”
“What?” I shake my head. “That would mean you’re not going.”
“Well, I just assumed I wouldn’t since I have Violet. It’s not exactly proper nanny etiquette to bring my daughter along while I’m working.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I set my phone down—I’ll email my brother back later. “In case I didn’t make myself clear last night, you’re mine, which means I’m not hiding you or your daughter from anyone, especially my stuck-up family. If I have to go, I want you and Violet there with Addie and me.”
“That’s sweet,” she says with a sad smile. “But to be honest, I don’t really want to expose Violet to your family. Brian’s family was nasty to her because she wasn’t his, and she felt their hostility. I don’t want to put her in that position again.”
Just another reason for me to wipe that asshole off the face of the planet.
“Do you believe I would ever let anybody treat you and Violet less than you deserve?”
“No, but?—”
“No but s. If you’re not ready to meet my family, I won’t force you to go. But I meant what I said about keeping you both safe. And that’s not just from Brian. It’s from anyone who dares to hurt you and Violet, physically or emotionally. I would kill them before I let that happen.”
Kira smiles softly and wraps her arms around my neck. “Why is hearing you threaten bodily harm such a turn-on?”
“I don’t know, but if that’s what gets you hot, how about this? If I ever see Brian, I’m not only going to murder him, but I’m also going to torture him until he’s begging me to take him out.”
“Damn, baby.” She playfully fans herself. “I bet if you reach into my panties, you’ll find them damp.”
“Oh, yeah? How about we find out?”
I press a kiss to her lips, having missed kissing them all day. We haven’t discussed how to act in front of the girls yet, so I’ve made it a point to keep my hands to myself. Addie’s too young to care, but Violet is old enough to understand and be affected, and because of that, I’m leaving it in Kira’s hands.
“Mommy! I’m awake!” Violet yells, running down the stairs.
Kira and I quickly pull apart, but we’re too late because Violet stops in front of us and says, “Why were you kissing my mommy?”
“Um,” I choke out, having no clue how to answer that since I don’t know what Kira wants her daughter to know.
“Because he’s my boyfriend,” Kira says, making me whip my head around and look at her.
“Does that mean you love him?”
“Yes,” Kira says.
“And I love her,” I add.
“Okay,” Violet says with a shrug. “Can we go swimming?”
Kira laughs. “Sure. Go get your bathing suit on, and once Addie wakes up, we’ll go.”
“Okay!” Violet takes off, leaving Kira and me alone.
“I’m your boyfriend, huh?” I ask, pulling her back toward me. “Does that mean you’re my girlfriend?”
I waggle my brows, and she rolls her eyes.
“I only said that because she saw us kissing and I don’t want her to think it’s normal to just go around and kiss random people.”
“What the hell does that mean? I’m not your boyfriend?”
“Well, you haven’t asked.” She shrugs and then stands, but before she can get away, I pull her into my arms, her back against my front.
“Kira Miller, will you please be my girlfriend?” I whisper into her ear.
She visibly shudders, telling me she’s affected by our closeness, but she plays it off when she shrugs again and says, “I’ll have to think about it.”
“Bullshit!” I growl into her ear and then turn her around so she’s looking at me. “It sounds elementary as fuck, but you’re mine, and I’m yours. And as soon as I handle this fucking Brian situation, I’m going to put a ring on your finger, and then you’ll be my fiancée, and soon after that, I’m going to make you my fucking wife.” I lift her left hand and press a kiss to the knuckle of her ring finger. “But until then, the terms boyfriend and girlfriend will have to do.”
“You’re such a romantic,” Kira says, batting her lashes.
“I know.” I palm the side of her face. “Now, let’s try this again. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“I think you’ve already decided for both of us,” she taunts.
“Still wanna hear you say it.”
“Yes, Ryder, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
Her eyes twinkle with mirth, and I vow to make sure she’s always smiling and happy.
“Damn right you are.” I kiss her quick and hard. “You know what that means, right?” I smirk.
“What?”
“We get to fool around under the bleachers.”
She barks out a laugh and shakes her head. “Of course you were that guy. And since we both know you didn’t play football, you can’t even use that as an excuse.”
I chuckle. “A make out under the bleachers kind of guy? Of course. Every red-blooded teenage boy was. An athlete? Hell no.” I shake my head. “In the house I grew up in, that was unacceptable. Football players were worthless jocks, according to my father. My brother and I started playing golf at four years old. My dad said that was where all the deals and connections were made.”
“Hmm.” She taps her finger on her chin. “I think I can get down with dating a golfer. I was stuck watching a golf game once, and those guys are kind of hot in their polo shirts and?—”
Before she can finish her sentence, I lift her off the couch and over my shoulder, smacking her ass. “Don’t be making fun of golfers.”
“I’m not!” she shrieks through her laughter. “Now, put me down before?—”
“Mom!” Violet yells, running back downstairs. “Are you okay?” Her face is serious, and it’s clear she’s worried about her mom, unaware that we were only joking around.
I immediately set Kira on her feet, and Violet runs into her arms.
“Don’t you hurt my mommy!” she yells, glaring at me.
“No, no, sweetie.” Kira hugs her daughter. “Ryder wasn’t hurting me, I promise.” She pulls back and looks into her daughter’s glassy eyes. “We were playing around. I only yelled because I was laughing so hard. Ryder would never hurt me.”
Violet nods in understanding despite not looking convinced. And I don’t blame her. Kira told me she witnessed that asshole talking to her like shit, and a few times, he even pushed her around. She got out as soon as she could, but even once they were out, Kira would have nightmares. Violet might be young, but she’s a smart girl, and she clearly saw and understood more than Kira was hoping she did.
“Hey,” I say to Violet, bending down so I’m at her level. “I love you and your mommy, and I would never do anything to hurt either of you. I promise.”
“Pinky swear?” she says cautiously, lifting her tiny finger.
“I pinky swear.” I hook mine into hers. “Now, how about I go wake up Addie before she sleeps too long and refuses to go to bed later and we go swimming?”
“Yes!”
“Go grab a snack,” Kira says. “And I’ll meet you by the back door. Don’t go out without us.”
“Okay!”
Violet runs off, and I exhale a deep breath. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she says. “I think I’m going to take her to see a therapist.”
“It can’t hurt,” I agree.
“We never finished discussing the Fourth of July picnic,” she says, wrapping an arm around my waist.
“You’re my girlfriend,” I tell her. “I’m not having you watch my daughter while I go out of town.”
“Ryder”—Kira laughs—“I’m still your nanny. That’s literally my job.”
“I don’t like that.” I pull her into my arms. “You’re more than that.”
“Well, I could drop the nanny label, but then you’d be pretty much paying me for sex.” She smirks. “I’m not sure a prostitute is a better label.”
I glare, and she cackles.
“Fine,” I say. “You’re still my nanny … for now. But once all this shit gets sorted, we’re going to be making some changes … starting with your last name.”
She swallows thickly, but doesn’t argue.
“Are you okay with going?”
“I am,” she says. “As long as I have you to make sure no one is mean to my little girl.”
“That’s not happening,” I promise. “Okay, I’ll reply that we’re going, but I’m telling him that I’m bringing along my girlfriend and her daughter, not my damn nanny.”
Before she can argue, I stalk out of the room and up the stairs to wake up Addie. Before I go in, I text my brother rather than emailing.
Hey, Addie and I will be there for the picnic. I’ll book a room soon. FYI, I’m also bringing my girlfriend and her daughter.
I expect him to throw a fit or at the very least ask a million questions, so I’m shocked when he replies with:
Eric
I’m glad you’re dating again. I look forward to meeting them and seeing my niece.
Well, that went easier than I thought it would. Now, I just have to make sure I keep my promise and make sure nobody, especially my family, does a single thing to hurt my girls.
I’m about to pocket my phone when another text comes through. I expect it to be from my brother, but instead, it’s from my dad.
Henry
I’m with Eric at a fundraiser. Why am I just finding out that you’re dating a single mom and bringing them to the company picnic?
Maybe because you have yet to even meet your granddaughter.
Henry
I would if you acted like you were part of this family instead of the Kingstons.
I’m not having this argument again.
My dad hates that I chose to work for Kingston Limited rather than our family company. You’d think instead of making accusations, he’d look at himself in the mirror.
Henry
Fine. What’s her name?
I groan at his question.
You’re not running a background check on her.
“Dada!” Addie yells, announcing she’s awake.
I gotta go. We’ll see you for the picnic, and I expect you to be nice.
Of course, my dad doesn’t reply, and I know this won’t be the end of it. He’s probably already contacting his investigator to find out who Kira is. He only asked me what her name was, hoping I’d give it to him and make it easier for him to dig into her background.
After what went down with Nora, he gave me a huge lecture about knowing who I was involved with. After my mom had left him, he had become more bitter than he already had been and never married again. He thinks because one woman hurt him, all women are like that. But I refuse to have that same mindset. My mom ran because she couldn’t handle the lifestyle. Nora ran because I hadn’t involved myself in enough of the lifestyle.
But Kira is different. I can feel it in my gut and in my heart. And I know, unlike my mom and Nora, she’s not going anywhere.
“Hey, Ryder,” Kira says, snapping me from my thoughts. “I got you something.”
I glance up and find her holding a pair of men’s swim trunks, covered in pink flamingos and half-eaten doughnuts. The same design she bought for herself and the girls.
“Now, you can eat your own doughnuts.” She smirks.
She might think she’s funny—and, okay, she is—but the fact that she went out of her way to buy me shorts to match them just made my fucking day.
“Nah,” I say, snatching the shorts out of her hand and leaning in to kiss her sweet lips. “I appreciate the shorts, and I’m definitely going to wear them, but I’m still snacking on your doughnuts.”