14. Ryker
RYKER
The second Lena says yes, something deep inside me snaps.
One moment I’m holding her face, kissing her softly like she’s the most precious thing in the entire world.
The next, raw lust explodes through my veins, hot and demanding.
Weeks of being apart, the constant restraint, the suffocating fear of getting caught, it all boils over into an undeniable hunger that threatens to consume my discipline.
We barely make it out of the naval base before the sheer need takes over our senses.
I drive us straight home, pushing the truck down the highway, one hand tight on the wheel and the other gripping her thigh the entire way.
The second we’re through the front door of my place and the heavy deadbolt locks behind us, I push her against the wall of the hallway and kiss her like I’m starving in the desert.
“I need you,” I growl against her wet mouth, my hands framing her hips. “Right now. My future wife.”
Lena whimpers, nodding frantically as her arms loop around my neck.
I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my hips, and carry her straight to the bedroom.
I lay her down on the center of the bed and we undress each other slowly, taking our time with every layer.
There’s no rush tonight. No frantic, panicked need to hide before someone walks in.
Just pure love, immense relief, and the quiet joy of finally saying the words out loud.
I crawl over her on the mattress, kissing every single inch of smooth skin I can reach, my lips trailing across her collarbone, the deep valley between her heavy breasts, her soft stomach, and the inside of her thighs.
When I finally take one swollen, leaking nipple into my mouth, the pull of my lips is gentle and deeply reverent.
Warm milk flows steadily from the stimulation, and I drink it down like I need the fluid to live.
She threads her slender fingers through my short hair, holding me close to her chest as soft, breathy moans slip from her lips.
I make love to her slowly, my eyes locked directly on hers the entire time we move.
Every deep thrust of my hips feels like a physical promise made to her body.
My hands never stop touching her skin, gentle on her breasts to ease the pressure, possessive on her hips to guide her rhythm, and tender on her face to ground her.
Every time she moans, I kiss the sound from her lips, tasting ourselves.
Every time she trembles beneath me, I hold her tighter against my chest.
“I love you,” I whisper against her mouth as the pleasure builds to a fever pitch between us. “I’m going to marry you, Lena. I’m going to give you the life you deserve.”
“I love you too,” she breathes, her legs wrapped tightly around my waist to pull me deeper inside. “All of you. The good and the messy parts.”
We come together like that, slow, intense, our foreheads pressed together as our bodies sync up entirely.
My orgasm rolls through me in long, warm waves that make my spine stiffen.
Lena follows right after me, burying her face in my neck as she clenches hard around my shaft.
I stay buried deep inside her tight heat, holding her close while we catch our breath in the quiet room.
Afterward, we stay tangled together on the sheets, my cock still inside her as I soften slowly, keeping us connected.
My thick arms are wrapped around her like I’ll never let her go back to reality.
One hand lazily traces circles around her leaking nipple, spreading the warm milk over her skin in a soothing motion.
She covers my hand with hers and intertwines our fingers, locking them together.
After a few quiet minutes of listening to our breathing slow down, I carefully pull out of her and turn her body so we’re facing each other on the pillows.
We’re a complete mess, sticky with sweat, milk, and cum, but neither of us cares about the state of the bed anymore.
I gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear and just look at her, those hazel eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them in my life.
“You really mean it?” she whispers, her voice a little raw from the intensity of her release. “All that stuff about wanting a future together… about us not hiding forever from the family?”
I nod, my thumb brushing her bottom lip to soothe the swollen skin.
“Yeah, I mean it, Lena. I think about it all the time. You round with my kid someday. Us getting a place somewhere quiet when I get out of the teams. A life where I can wake up next to you every morning without feeling like we’re doing something wrong. ”
She traces one of the intricate tattoos on my chest, following the dark lines of ink she knows by heart now, feeling the heat of my skin. “It’s gonna be messy, Ryker. Beth… my dad… the Navy. People are gonna completely lose their minds when they find out the truth.”
“I know,” I say quietly, my expression serious but unbothered by the threat. “But I’d rather deal with all that shit than spend another single day pretending I don’t love you. You’re it for me, baby. You have been for a very long time.”
She leans in and kisses me, slow, deep, and full of emotion. When she pulls back, she rests her forehead against mine, closing her eyes. “I’m scared of the fallout. But I want it too. All of it. You. A future. A life where I don’t have to hide how much I love you from the world.”
I smile, that rare, real smile that completely transforms my face and makes her stomach flip with happiness. “Then that’s exactly what we’ll work toward. One day at a time.”
We stay tangled up like that as the evening turns to night, our legs intertwined, our hands lazily exploring each other's damp skin. My hand keeps gently wiping the milk away from her full breasts, bringing it to my mouth every so often like I can’t help myself.
She smiles and shakes her head at my behavior.
“You’re addicted,” she teases softly, running her fingers along my jawline.
“To you? Yeah. Completely.” I pull her closer into my chest, tucking her head securely under my chin so she can hear my steady heartbeat. “Best addiction I’ve ever had.”