48. Ryder #2
It took only moments until she was on top of me, having put me on my back.
I stared up in wonder at her. Women typically just lay back and let me fuck them. Having someone want to ride me like this was rather nice.
My cock had slipped out in the shift, but she was quick to sink back onto me.
“Fuck,” I rasped, gripping her hips as I stared at her. I could tell she was nervous, even though she’d made the move to do this. That was OK. I liked her like this.
“Easy, baby,” I murmured, breathless. “Ride me. Don’t be shy.”
I helped guide her slowly on my dick. She moved easily, and I let my eyes roll back in my head.
The feelings that rolled through my body should have been illegal.
I’d fucked plenty of women in my life, but none of it was ever this good.
I’d even fucked women with Anson a time or two.
Nothing serious. Just a random woman here or there we’d pick up at a bar.
It was meaningless sex. But this? I wanted him to join in so badly and share this with us.
She moved faster, her perfect tits bouncing. Her curls were wild around her as she parted her lips, my name falling from them. She was going to make me blow my load if she didn’t slow down.
“Fuck, just like that. You fuck me so good,” I husked out as she continued to move.
She whimpered, her body tensing, and then she was coming, her head thrown back and her pussy spasming around my cock.
There was no way I could hold out.
“Rosalie, fuck,” I groaned, coming hard, my eyes rolling back as I held her hips tightly.
She finished her ride, draining me dry before she collapsed against my chest.
I ran my hands gently up and down her back, my cock still deeply embedded inside her.
“You OK?” I murmured.
“Mm, very,” she answered. “It’s a good morning.”
I chuckled softly at that and brushed one of her wild curls away from her face.
“You’re still tired,” I commented.
“I am.” She yawned. “You wore me out.”
I smirked at her words. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Red. I’m only getting started on you.”
She wiggled, and I let out a groan.
“Careful,” I warned. “I’ll bend you over and take you again if you’re not careful.”
She laughed softly and went still, letting me know she needed a break. I obliged and rolled her onto her back and stared down at her.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
She reached out and traced her fingers lightly along the edge of my lips. Her eyelids were heavy.
She winced, her hand falling away.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, frowning at her.
“I don’t feel good.”
I moved off her, and she rushed to the bathroom. I heard her vomiting a moment later. Getting up, I grabbed her robe and went to find her hugging the toilet.
“Morning sickness?” I asked.
She nodded and heaved into the toilet again.
I draped her robe around her and held her hair back. After a few moments, the vomiting ended. I reached out, flushed the toilet, and offered her water. She took it, rinsed her mouth, then took the mouthwash I offered. When she was done, she rested against me tiredly.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, medicated, and rested, OK?”
She nodded, and I got up and went to the shower. I turned it on before I went back to her. Carefully, I helped her up. Her robe fell off, leaving us both naked again. I’d never showered with a woman before, so this was my first time.
I helped her under the spray and joined her. She rested her head against my chest, and I held her tightly, the warm water raining on us.
We stayed that way for a long time before I took her favorite soaps and began washing her. I got her body cleaned, finished her hair, and then quickly washed myself. I helped her out and got her robe on her before she was back at the toilet, vomiting.
I winced and went down next to her, holding her hair once more.
“It’s OK,” I murmured, remembering when she was pregnant with Ellis. I’d been there to hold her hair then too when the guys couldn’t be. Not that it was often, but there were a few random moments.
When she finished, she brushed her teeth, and I helped her back into bed after changing the sheets.
“I hate this,” she mumbled.
“It’ll be OK, Red,” I said gently as I sat next to her, holding her hand. “We’ve been here before.”
“I know,” she mumbled.
“Rest, OK? I’ll get your meds so your stomach can get settled.”
She nodded, and I untangled myself from her before going out to the kitchen to get her a drink and her meds that she’d left on the counter. She said she’d only been taking them here and there, but it looked like it needed to happen more. I didn’t know much about this stuff, but I was a quick study.
There was a knock on the door, and I frowned. I went to it and peeked through the peephole to see Cole standing there, looking exhausted.
I sighed and pulled the door open. I didn’t want to deal with his ass today. Rosalie needed rest, and by the looks of him, so did he.
“Hey, now isn’t a good time,” I started.
“Why?” Cole demanded immediately.
“She’s having morning sickness—”
I didn’t get to finish my sentence because he pushed past me and went straight to the bedroom.
I groaned and followed only to find him in my spot, holding her against him as he rubbed her stomach.
I said nothing and placed her meds on the bedside table before catching her eye. She gave me a sad look, but I smiled at her.
“I’m going to do some errands,” I said. “I’ll be back soon. Call me if you need me.”
“Ry… Thank you,” Rosalie whispered.
“Of course, Red,” I replied.
Cole said nothing as he doted on her.
I left moments later, letting out a big breath as I stepped outside the apartment.
Well, shit. Being a secret certainly fucking sucked.