Chapter 43
Chapter Forty-Three
Ryker slams the front door closed, never removing his mouth from mine as he carries me into the dark house. My knee scrapes against a doorframe—or maybe it’s a wall—but my legs are wrapped tightly enough around his waist that it barely registers. I drag my nails through his hair, kissing him back like my life depends on it.
I’m vaguely aware that we almost died at least a hundred times on the drive home because we couldn’t keep our hands off one another, but I can’t find it in myself to care. Hell, the world could be crumbling down around us and I wouldn’t even notice.
“Is your dad working tonight?” Ryker breathes against my neck.
“I think so,” I reply between kisses that I trail across his temple and forehead.
My ass hits a cold, hard surface, and then Ryker’s ripping my blouse up and over my head.
“Wait, why are we in the bathroom?” Heart racing, I unhook my bra with one hand and reach for Ryker’s shirt with the other, silently pleading for him to remove it because I can’t from this position.
“Seemed like the safest place to be if anyone came home.” He shrugs off his own shirt and leans down to kiss me deeply, shivering when I drag my fingers across the hard surface of his scarred abdomen. “Spread your legs, Princess.”
When I don’t move fast enough, he does it for me, wrenching my knees apart with two rough hands. There’s a loud thunk , and a second later, his head is between my thighs, his mouth devouring my still-covered pussy through the thin lace. Grasping at his shoulders for balance, I arch my spine and squirm while his tongue dances across the soaked fabric with languid strokes.
“Ryker,” I pant, writhing against his mouth. “ Please, take them off.”
My pulse races when the distinctive metallic clicks of his zipper unfurling fill the small bathroom, and then I’m gasping as he slips beneath my underwear.
Cupping my face with two hands, he kisses me again, all the while continuing to tease my pussy with an urgent yet gentle pressure. God, it feels good— different , but incredible—almost like he’s using two thick knuckles instead of the pads of his fingers…
Heat pulses up my spine each time he slides back and forth across my clit, the feeling only intensified by the hand cupping my cheek and the other dragging across my scalp?—
Wait …
My breath hitches, brain tripping over itself as I try to make sense of what’s happening. If Ryker’s hands are on my face, then how is he ? —
Oh my God. That’s his cock.
I bring a hand to his waist, moaning into his mouth when he thrusts forward, the ridge of his dick gliding over my clit with glorious friction as he grinds against my pussy. Holy shit . Is this dry fucking? A pussy job? Should I even care when it feels so good?
He picks up the pace, one of his hands leaving my cheek to press his dick more firmly against the outside of my pussy while he continues to rut. “Listen to how wet you are. Fuck . I need to be inside you,” he pants, the desperation in his voice making my stomach coil.
“I’m on birth control,” I breathe out. “Please, Ryker.”
He laughs, the sound deep and strained. “Jesus Christ, Willa, I’m not gonna fuck you on the bathroom counter in the goddamn dark. Not the first time, anyway.”
He bends to kiss me, but I lean away.
“Then turn on a light,” I say matter-of-factly, and before he can come up with another excuse, I use my forearm and the counter as leverage to lift my hips and slide my pussy along his thick length. “You start training the day after tomorrow and I leave next weekend. What if right now is all we get? What if this is it?”
Ryker stills, his body trembling as he leans over and switches on the light. “Are you sure?” he asks, the moss-green of his eyes swirling with a storm of uncertainty.
My heart drums against my ribs like furious hummingbird wings.
“I’ve never been more sure of anyone in my life,” I say with absolute confidence. But that doesn’t really answer his question, so I keep going. “I might not know what’s going to happen tomorrow or the day after, but I know I want this. I want you .”
Ryker presses his mouth to mine, and then he’s shoving my underwear and skirt down my hips. I think he does the same thing with his jeans, but I’m too consumed by the intoxicating feel of his lips and tongue to break the kiss and see for myself.
Then he steps closer, his pulse nearly bounding out of his chest as he slides my ass to the edge of the counter and notches himself against my entrance. Heart racing, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, but he hesitates. “This isn’t how your first time is supposed to go. A better man would wait and make this perfect for you, but I’m not a good man, Willa. I’ve waited too long not to?—”
I silence him with a kiss, gasping into his mouth when he pushes inside me with one steady stroke. My body tenses at the intrusion, and I cry out at the same time Ryker’s mouth drops open to swallow my scream.
Keeping his hips still, he kisses me through the shock of the stretch, only stopping when I pull away to come up for air.
There’s so much of him… Too much of him. I can’t— How am I supposed to ? —
“Holy fuck, Willa,” he whispers, breath trembling and muscles quaking beneath my grip. I want to respond, but all I can think about is the burn as I struggle to acclimate to his size.
There’s too much of him. He’s too big…and yet I still want more . Desperate to relieve the pressure and quench the ache, I try to rock my hips against him, but Ryker pins me in place and brings his forehead to mine.
“Are you okay?” he asks on a ragged breath, shaking as he plants delicate kisses along my brow and down my temple.
Unable to find my voice, all I can do is nod.
“Then I need you to relax, Princess. I’m not even halfway in yet…”
My eyes go wide, but I nod, sucking in a sudden breath as he brings his thumb between us to circle my clit. My muscles slowly uncoil, and I let loose a relieved exhale when he sinks in another inch, and then another with shallow thrusts.
Heat prickles beneath my skin and I moan, eyelids fluttering as my body melds with his.
“That’s it, Princess. You’re taking me so fucking well,” he whispers against my lips before continuing his trail of kisses down my jaw. “God, you’re perfect. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
My head drops back, warmth spreading from the apex of my thighs to my low stomach as my muscles uncoil further. There’s still so much of him, but each thrust and word of praise melts away the slight discomfort until there is only pleasure.
“Ryker, please don’t stop,” I pant into the crook of his neck, rocking my hips to meet his.
With a shaky breath, he slowly pulls out before sinking back into me. Then he does it again, each time getting just a little bit deeper and working my clit a little bit faster. Sweat beads on his brow, and while I’m almost positive he’s still holding back, there’s no question in my mind about whether or not he wants this as bad as I do. Not with the way his grip tightens on my hip with each slap of our sweat-soaked bodies, and not with the way his blown pupils keep volleying between my face and the bounce of my breasts every time he thrusts.
“I need to be deeper,” he breathes, eyes returning to mine as he slides the hand on my hip up my scarred back to draw me against his chest. “God, Willa. You feel so fucking good.”
Ryker slides my ass off the counter and sinks himself to the hilt inside of me. Bursts of pleasure prickle across my skin as he fucks me faster and faster, slamming my lower back into the granite with the fervor of a wild animal until we somehow end up on the floor.
Eyes locked on one another and sharing the same ragged breaths, he keeps one hand on the back of my head, the other on my ass to keep us firmly locked in place, then he’s pushing my knees wider and pounding into me with absolute abandon. The new angle is intoxicating and mind-numbingly perfect, each thrust now grinding directly against my clit.
We are drenched in each other’s sweat, our moans and groans entwined in one another’s as we move together on the floor. With each thrust, it feels like Ryker is laying claim to a piece of my soul—unraveling the very essence of who I am and threading himself into the fabric as he knits us back together. When his movements become frantic, I wrap my arms tighter around his shoulders, the pressure in my low stomach building as he drives me into the tile.
The lights flicker above us.
“Ryker, I’m going to?—”
“I know,” he groans, face flushed and eyes full of such a deep longing that it tugs at something inside my chest. He drops his forehead to mine. “I’m right there with you, Princess.”
I dig my nails into his back, and he slams into me. “Ryker, I?—”
I can’t even finish my thought before I explode, shattering into a million pieces as wave after wave of euphoria washes over me—the feeling amplified tenfold when Ryker swells and spills into me in a rush of heat.
“Oh fuck ,” he grunts, jerking his hips and drawing out our orgasms until he collapses on top of me. Chest heaving against mine, he breathes me in, his cock still pulsing while my body twitches with the aftershocks of pleasure. Then he smiles and brings his mouth to mine, kissing me long and hard.
The lights flicker again, and I flinch when Ryker slowly pulls out.
“Fucking hell,” he says, trailing his rough palm up my inner leg to the apex of my thighs. “I thought watching you come undone beneath me was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, but watching my cum drip out of that sweet pussy?—”
I gasp as he shoves two fingers into my center, pushing his cum back inside. Every inch of my skin is swollen and oversensitive, but that doesn’t stop my moan or the little tremors of pleasure when he slides them back out and drags me into his lap.
“Open your mouth,” he says against my ear, voice low and husky.
Pulse racing, I part my lips, allowing Ryker to slip his cum-drenched fingers between them. He groans when I flick my tongue and lick them clean, the salty, almost metallic taste of our combined arousal making my stomach flutter all over again.
“I’ve never done that before,” he says, voice strained and full of wonder while he leans his forehead against my temple and nestles his nose behind my ear. “Not without a condom.”
“It was always going to be me, wasn’t it?” I say playfully, but the smile falls from my lips when he looks up, a turbulent storm brewing behind his moss-green eyes.
Brow lowered and jaw hard, his expression twists into something that’s halfway between adoration and agony. “Always.”
There’s a tug inside my chest and then a sudden drop, sort of similar to when you startle awake from a dream after tripping or plunging from a cliff—the weightless feeling as you anticipate the endless fall.
How can I leave this behind?
How can I leave him ?
Don’t I owe it to the both of us to give this thing between us a chance?
“Ryker, what if?— ”
“ Don’t ,” he says, fingers digging almost painfully into my waist. “ Please , Willa. Whatever you’re about to say, just don’t.”
“Why not?” My voice is small and watery as Ryker brushes his thumb over my quivering lower lip.
“Because you’re finally getting out of Deadwood and I can never leave. Not without Charlie.” He plants a soft kiss in my hair. “I’m a selfish prick for taking it this far to begin with, but I won’t be the reason you question leaving this hellhole. I won’t hold you back. Not ever.”
I close my eyes against the gut-wrenching sensation clawing at my insides. It’s too late. I’m already questioning if leaving is still the right choice. And Ryker’s statement just confirms that he’s the only person worth staying for.