24. Chapter Twenty-Four
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Wren
I’ve craved the feel of his hands on me for far too long to back down right now.
Ryker doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back and run his hands over my ass, digging his fingers into the thick flesh in a way that has me moaning against his lips. I told myself if he tried talking to me that, I’d put up a fight and let him know how I felt, but that all fell out the window when I got brought here.
I grind myself against him, and he shifts his hips desperately into mine. He pulls away, eliciting a whimper from me, then chuckles while brushing back a strand of my hair. “As much as I’d love to do this right now, there’s something I need to tell you.”
He gently removes me from his lap and puts me back in the spot I was originally sitting, before walking over to the guitar sitting next to the picnic basket. I had wondered what that was doing here and I guess I’m about to find out.
The man I’ve come to love, and who I’m going to be sharing half of me within nine months, pulls the acoustic from his bag and strums the chords a few times to make sure they are right. He takes a deep breath, then sits in front of me with the guitar positioned perfectly in front of me.
This is a side of him no one else knows about. Is he about to give more of it to me?
Before he’s even started playing, tears are prickling at the corners of my eyes, and I gently swipe them away as he stares at me. According to my mother, emotions are high and all over the place when you’re pregnant – that’s the excuse I’ll use now if it comes to it.
Ryker clears his throat and closes his eyes, getting lost in a tune only he can make. The sun is shining brightly down on him as if to give him a spotlight for the moment, and I stare at him in awe. This is a part of him he was scared to let free, and he’s giving it to me.
There’s not a single soul around us, which is surprising considering the time of day, but I’m hopeful for privacy.
His voice booms into the canyon, echoing along the walls of my heart, and I stop breathing for a moment as he gets the first few lines out.
You stole my heart,
The most fragile piece of my soul,
And now I don’t want to let you go.
He continues on, talking about love and happiness, the hope for a better future, and it takes everything inside of me not to jump on his lap in the middle of the song. I thought I had been alone in my feelings over the weeks when I didn’t hear from him, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Another minute of his raspy voice, and finally, the chords come to an end, his breathing the only thing that could be heard from a mile away. We stare at each other, love shining in his eyes, until finally, I crawl over to him and place my hands over his cheeks.
Ryker presses his forehead against mine and says the words I’ve been dying to hear leave his lips. “I love you, Wren Grace.”
I chuckle happily and nod against his forehead with a dopey grin on my face. “And I love you, Ryker James.”
This time, when we kiss, there’s nothing being held back, and he tosses the guitar carefully to the side before allowing me to climb back onto his lap. The feel of his hard length against my pussy drives me wild, hips shifting against it eagerly, and he grabs my hips to move me along him just as eagerly.
My stomach erupts with a million butterflies when he brings one hand in front of me and then places it over my stomach with a small smile against my lips. “I can’t wait to see what this life has in store for us, Wren.”
“You aren’t upset?”
He knows what I’m talking about. I don’t need to ask the full question. Ryker shakes his head and shrugs. “It’s not exactly when I had planned on it happening. I thought we could give it a few years, but there’s no doubt in my mind that you’re doing to rock the shit out of the mom life.”
“We’re having a baby,” I whisper.
I giggle when he spins us around so that he’s lying on his back with me still straddled over him, and he winks at me from the ground. “Doesn’t mean we can’t still practice our baby-making skills.”
We slam our lips together while he pushes his large hand up my shirt until he’s cupping a breast and massaging it gently. I didn’t take much notice before, but now that I found out the news, I guess that’s why my boobs have been aching every time I get up in the morning. I’d assumed it was because I was close to starting my period, but the most unexpected result came back instead.
A result I’m more than happy with.
When Ryker rolls a nipple between his fingers, I arch my back into him, and my breath hitches from the uncontrollable desire coursing through me. That’s another thing I found out once I got the results – sex could be hit or miss while pregnant. I’m just glad it’s a hit for me.
Every sense is heightened in a way I’ve never felt before. I crave him more than I probably should, and my craving only increases when he rips the shirt over my head and tosses it to the ground.
I lean up and frown. “We could get caught.”
Ryker shrugs. “We could if I hadn’t blocked off this part.”
“They’ll still hear us. You could hear a pin drop.”
His smile lifts at the corner of his mouth and rolls my nipple once more. “Then I guess we should be quiet. Do you think you could manage that, Teach?”
“You’re on, Rockstar.”
I let him pull at the waistband of my leggings and tug them down my legs, which have seen better days, but Ryker doesn’t seem to care that it’s been weeks since I last shaved.
Sue me, I was in a very bad mental state and never felt up to it.
I wish I’d done so this morning, though, if I knew Ryker was going to be here.
Ryker’s gaze trails over me with a fire burning in those dark pools of chocolate, my skin tingling under the heat of it, and he leans forward to brush his lips against my collarbone. I lift up enough that he’s able to get his pants down, hard length bobbing into the afternoon sun, and I carefully ease myself back onto his lap.
I roll my hips over him, letting his cock slip through my center slowly, and suck in a quick breath from the pleasure it brings. My clit is swollen and more than ready to move on with the moment, which Ryker can sense because he growls softly and twists us back around. I’d love nothing more than to sink myself onto him, but being out in the open has me chasing my release another way.
Ryker gently rolls and holds my back as he begins pumping deeper with each thrust.
"God," I whisper, grabbing his hair, bucking off the ground, and wrapping my legs around him. Each stroke is claiming me.
His eyes squeeze shut as I squeeze his length, grasping for his release right along with mine, and I throw my head back with my mouth parted in ecstasy.
Even if he tells me that no one can see us, I want all of him to myself. Yet, I need to chase my orgasm until I’m trembling like crazy from the aftershocks. His hand comes up to my mouth, gently covering it as I let out a moan of pure bliss, and he muffles every cry I try to make into the canyon.
My release is so close, teetering slowly over the edge, and Ryker nips at my jawline with his hand still over my mouth. I ever so slowly bring a finger into my mouth, sucking it slowly with my eyes glued to his, and that only makes his hips shift wildly into me as he holds my stare.
Before I know it, I’m seeing stars and shaking like a leaf against his body while my orgasm crashes around the two of us. With Ryker’s wide frame and long arms wrapped around me, I don’t feel as exposed as I should, and I take a moment to gather my breath. His length is still hard as a rock beneath me, forcing me to slide down the length of his body with a knowing smirk aimed at him.
He hisses when I flick my tongue over the head of his cock, but he pulls me away with a shake of his head. “We need to leave. Right fucking now .”
At least I’m not the only one who wants more privacy. I quickly pull the clothes he tossed to the side, not even bothering to make sure they’re righted, and let him pull in the direction of his car at the bottom of the trail.
When we both flop into the front seats, I’m not surprised that he reaches over and pulls my face into his for a searing kiss. I drown in the feel of his lips moving perfectly in tandem with mine, the way I breathe in the air he lets out, and I know there’s no other man I could ever feel this with.
Ryker is the first to pull away and does so with another growl before peeling away from the trail leading to our favorite spot, then gunning it in the direction of his house. I leap at the idea of walking back through that front door, being where I felt I’ve belonged since walking inside the first time, and I give his hand a quick squeeze as he pushes on the gas.
There’s a chance that this isn’t the life we were meant to live, but everything about him being next to me feels like he’s the missing piece of me I’ve been searching for. He’s got demons; everyone does eventually, but they don’t shape the man he truly is, and I’m glad I got to know the true Ryker behind the anger.
I can see him now, running around our backyard with the kids and chasing them with a bright smile on his face, and I smile at the very thought.
Quickly, though, it’s replaced with an image of him leaving without coming back to me and abandoning our family just like he disappeared over the last month without a word.
He catches the frown and tilts his head. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Baby.
Not sure if I’ll ever get used to him calling me that, but it never sounded better from anyone’s lips but his own.
I sigh heavily and pick at my fingers. “Why didn’t you come back for me sooner? It’s not like you couldn’t have found a way.”
Ryker frowns. “Your career was in jeopardy. Mack threatened me with it to keep me away from you, and I thought it was the best choice I could make with the circumstances.”
He angles himself closer to me, grabs hold of my hands, and gives them a reassuring squeeze. “Wren, you have no idea how much I wanted to come after you once I realized you were gone. He made it nearly impossible, so I had to wait until I got those problems squared away before doing anything else.”
“Where’s Mack now?”
“Well, after I let the guys know everything, they came to a unanimous decision to fire Mack.”
“Fire him? But why?”
“He was taking pictures of us while you were at my house, saving them to use as leverage against me, and the guys didn’t want to risk the same thing happening to them in the future.”
“So, he’s just… gone?”
Ryker nods, then he looks at the house in front of us and shakes his head before smiling at me. “That’s no longer important, though.”
“Oh, yeah?” I ask with a raised brow. “And what is, Rockstar?”
He grins. “You deciding to give me a second chance and creating a family together.”
When I don’t answer him, to overcome with emotions, he brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear and says, “I know I messed up, but I love you, and I’m more than willing to spend the rest of our future making it up to you.” “I love you, too,” I whisper.
He presses a kiss against my knuckles, then drops my hand before turning the car off and pushing open the door.
I stare at the house in front of us, a small smile on my face as Ryker walks around the car.
This is it.
Our future starts here.