Chapter 9 #3
“No.” Clasping his hand, I sat and hauled him in next to me. “It’s about a conversation I had with my father.” With my eyes popping open, I drew a deep inhale. Shit, I hadn’t called Mom yet. Stuff had just been happening all week, and it slipped my mind. “Wait a minute. I need to call my mom.”
“What?” Knitting his brows, he stared at me. “Am I meeting her right now?”
“No, well, shit, maybe.” I was fucking this up. “Just…stay there for a minute.” Rising from the sofa, I fished my phone from my pocket, dialed Mom and placed the phone against my ear.
It rang once. “I was wondering when you’d call.” She huffed. “Honestly, Casey, you told your father about your new man and not me?”
“Mom, I’m sorry. I…was busy this week.” Pacing the kitchen, I squeezed the beer can in my hand. “I guess Dad spilled it though, huh?” How many questions would she ask and how could I get her off the phone?
“Yes, he’s right here and looking as sheepish as ever.” She chuckled. “But Casey, this young man’s mother is in jail?”
“She is, but can we leave it for now? I’m at his place. He made me a nice lasagna dinner tonight.” As I paced toward the stove, I glanced at Ryker, fixated on me.
“Oh, was it as good as mine?” she asked.
“No, uh, well, maybe?” Could Ryker tell what we were discussing? Maybe I should have gone outside. I peeked at the door. Too late now. I was in it.
“Is he as good of a cook as he is a mechanic?” She chuckled.
“As a matter of fact, he is.” Stopping, I faced Ryker, his dark gaze meeting mine. I could turn this around. I knew I could. “He’s hardworking, smart, responsible and dotes on me, Mom.”
“Oh, so he’s the opposite of you.” She giggled.
Huffing a snicker, I said, “Okay, I’m hardworking—”
“With football.” She tsked. “I’ll let you go, since I can hear in your voice you’ve done something foolish that you’re trying to recover from.”
“Yeah, I did. Thanks, Mom.” Rubbing my temple, I sipped some beer. “I’ll call you in a few days, I promise.” Thank God, she only wanted the best for me.
“Okay, love you and tell your new man hello from me,” she said. “And advise him to be patient with you.”
“I will.” Jesus, fuck. I hoped he couldn’t hear this through the phone. “Love you too. Bye.” I ended the call and peeked at Ryker, eyeing me.
“Patience, huh?” With a headshake, he drank some beer. “Your mother sounds like a cool lady.”
“Yeah, she is.” I fell onto the couch beside him and set my phone on the coffee table. “Sorry about that.”
He planted his hand on my thigh and leaned in, his gaze locking on my mouth. “You told your parents about me.” He pressed a solid kiss on my lips and grinned. “I’ll tell my mom—” His breath caught, and he straightened, hanging his head. “Fuck.”
Studying him, I asked, “How often do you talk to your mom?” And how? Did he have to visit the jail?
With a shrug, he said, “I don’t know, every few weeks, I guess. She calls me sometimes, or we go visit her on Sundays.” He drank some beer. “Visiting hours are on Sundays. She’s at a prison in South Phoenix. They have an outdoor yard with picnic tables you can sit at. It’s minimum security.”
I nodded. I’d never been to a prison, and I couldn’t imagine seeing either of my parents locked up in one. But then…yeah, we were from different socioeconomic backgrounds. “When’s the last time you spoke with her?”
“The night I saw you at Thirsty Lion with Eli. She called and said she’d heard some nonsense about her old boyfriend, Carl, the asshole who fucked her over, wanting to get in touch with her.
” He scowled. “I don’t want to talk about it.
Not tonight.” His gaze met mine. “What did you have to tell me?”
“Well, it’s sort of about that.” I wedged my beer between my thighs and twisted it. My heart ached for him. I hated seeing him sad. “I spoke to my father about your mom’s case, and he’s using his network to find someone here who can—”
“We don’t have any money.” He drank more beer.
“You wouldn’t need to pay. My dad offered to find someone who would investigate it for you for free.
” I didn’t know how it worked, but if Dad said it could be done, then he’d find a way.
I slipped my arm around his shoulders. “Ryker, if you could get your mom out of jail and remove this shit from her record, it’s worth a shot, right? ”
He peeked at me from under his dark bangs. “Yeah, you’re right.” He threaded his fingers into mine as my hand rested on my thigh. “Thank you for trying, Casey. I won’t get my hopes up, because it just seems we never have good luck with this shit, but thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” As I gazed deeply into his dark eyes, my heart ached in a good way. Damn it, I was catching feelings and fast. How could I not? He was like no one I’d ever known. How much stronger would my feelings be after our weekend together? “I can’t wait for tomorrow.”
As the edge of his lips twitched, he asked, “What am I supposed to bring?”
“Hmmm….” I’d take him to a nice dinner and maybe we’d relax down by the river with drinks. Yeah, I’d researched the place to death. “Bring some nicer clothes and something to relax in. Maybe some sweats, since the nights will be cool.”
A smirk raced across his lips. “Are you taking me up—”
“Don’t say it.” I pressed my index finger against his lips. He’d probably think we were heading to Flagstaff in the mountains. “I don’t want you to spoil the surprise. Just do what I say.”
His eyes darkened. “Yeah? Whatever you say?” Wetting his lips, he angled toward me and claimed me in a hungry kiss, his hand slipping under my shirt and teasing my nipple into a hard nub.
Parting my lips, I stroked his tongue with my own while heat shivered across my skin. He was the aggressor tonight. I liked it. As my cock lengthened to my hip, I made a quick adjustment and set my beer on a side table.
With a whimpering moan, he glided his hand lower and brushed his palm over my aching dick. “Already hard for me?” He nibbled my jaw before sucking my lower lip and releasing it.
“Just look at me a certain way and it’s ready to pop out of my shorts.” How could we get Wes to leave the apartment tonight? Diving in, I slanted my mouth over his, our tongues in a carnal dance, and slipped my hand into his shorts. I placed lazy tugs on his solid dick, and it pulsed in my hand.
“Aw, fuck.” He panted against my cheek and fondled my balls. “All week I’ve been thinking about the last time we were together.”
“Yeah? And did you jerk off every time?” Swiping my thumb over the head of his cock, I spread his precum and he shuddered. I loved how wound-up he was.
“Yeah, unless I was in the shop.” He thrust his hips, pushing his leaking dick through my fist. “Casey, let’s go into my room.” He buried his face in my neck, nibbling the sensitive skin while rubbing my aching shaft.
As sensation jolted up my spine, I rasped, “Fuck yeah.” I wouldn’t ask, and I certainly wouldn’t think about it. He’d come to terms with the bedroom situation, and that’s all that mattered.
He left me, set his beer on the coffee table and grabbed my hand. “Come on.” Lifting me, he towed me into his bedroom, locked the door behind us and flicked on the nightstand lamps from the switch on the wall.
Observing the space, I noted colorful flowers adorning the bedspread, plus the honey-hued wood dresser and nightstands. Ceramic lamps sat beside the bed alongside framed pictures. Yeah, this was a mom’s bedroom, not something he’d have put together.
“What? Is it weird?” He scrubbed his mouth as he paced toward me. “Maybe we should—”
“Nope, it’s not weird. For now, it’s your room, and it’s only you and me in here.
” I strolled over to him and dropped to my knees.
I knew how to quiet his mind. Pulling the band of his shorts and underwear down, I freed his half-hard cock, fisted the base and stuffed it in my mouth, flicking my tongue over the tip.
“Oh, fuck.” Tipping his head back, he clutched my hair and pulled, rocking his hips.
His dick hardened in an instant and jerked against my tongue, the taste of his salty precum gliding down my throat. I opened wider for him, swallowing him down and slipping his shorts and briefs down his legs. I wanted to see him completely naked.
With sharp gasps, he bit his lower lip and thrust faster into me, fucking my mouth. “God, Casey, so fucking good.”
After a few more pumps of my mouth, I popped off him and looked up. “Take off your shirt for me and get on the bed.” Jesus, I pressed on my aching cock, and it leaked into my briefs. He had me going like no one else.
His breath caught, and his dick bobbed in my face. “Whatever you say.” He pulled his shirt off over his head, threw it to the floor and stepped out of his shorts and underwear.
I stared at his naked body, so fucking perfect in a way I wasn’t used to.
I’d viewed all the muscled guys in the locker room and the gym, so cut you could see all their veins.
But Ryker, he was on a different level. His body was full of lean muscles covered in soft skin, honed from hours of work in the shop and not from a gym. “Jesus, you’re beautiful, Ryker.”
His eyes glistened in the low light. “Are you sure?”
After standing, I stepped to him, my gaze roaming him from head to toe, his cock thick and stretching toward me. “I’m very sure.” Brushing one hand across his arm, I stroked his cock, still wet from my mouth, and touched my lips against the shell of his ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”
With a hard swallow, he backed to the bed, sat on the edge and shimmied to the pillows resting on the headboard, spreading his legs apart. “Show me.”
Fuck yeah. Challenge accepted. I tossed my shirt to the floor and kicked off my shorts and briefs. I would worship him and give him everything he deserved. Crawling between his legs, I peppered his thigh with nibbles and kisses while tugging his weeping dick and pressing my thumb into the glans.
He groaned and slid lower on the bed, his eyes fluttering shut.