Chapter Nine #2
“Real locals drink down the street.” She shakes her head and bites back a laugh. “It’s not funny, but it kind of is. It’s like a full-on circus on Main Street right now.”
My jaw drops as I grab Ryker’s mug off the counter by the coffee maker.
It’s a dark blue mug with a deer head on the front.
It’s been sitting in the same spot since last night.
I’m pretty sure he hasn’t washed it in weeks, but I don’t care.
Drinking from it makes me feel close to him.
“Holy crap. That’s crazy. I hope everything is okay. ”
“Yeah,” she grins super wide, “I’ve lost interest in that circus. I’m more curious about this one.” She tilts her head to the side. “You’re looking extremely satisfied and relaxed this morning.”
“Oh stop!” I try to bite back the guilt, but I’d guess the heat rolling onto my cheeks is giving me away. I’m so glad Benny went with Ryker. I can’t imagine how this would’ve gone if he hadn’t.
“So… what happened?” Marin presses. “I want every filthy detail.”
“I don’t know… we talked. He—”
“I said filthy! I want the filthy details.” She flattens her stare and shakes her head playfully. “I’m a lonely, lonely girl. Make me believe in love.”
I smile. “A lady doesn’t talk about the wild crazy sex she had with a much older man.
And she definitely doesn’t talk about how he likes being in control.
Or how much he loves to dole out spankings.
Or how I snuck into his room to sleep last night.
Or how he asked me to crawl down onto my knees and suck him off this morning before work.
No, a lady doesn’t talk about stuff like that. ”
Her brows rise and her mouth drops open as she fans herself with a nearby fishing magazine. “Oh damn! You’re living the dream! You think he’d want to hook me up with one of his big, sexy brothers? I have a wedding I need a date to.” She laughs. “Preferably Archer.”
“Your direct boss, Archer?”
“A girl can dream, right?”
I nod slowly. “I could see you two together. I mean, maybe it’s just me, but I swear I’ve seen him checking you out.”
She shakes her head back and forth quickly as though that’s insane. “Really? Are you sure?”
“Yeah. The other day you were on your tip toes reaching down into the ice chest and he couldn’t keep his eyes off you,” I purse my lips, “but you didn’t hear that from me.”
Her cheeks pink. “Well, doesn’t matter anyway. I know you’re into the age gap thing, but Archer isn’t going to go for it.”
“You’re wrong, though. Ryker and I are twenty-five years apart and this is the best relationship I’ve had to date.
He takes charge, he knows how to treat me, he left me a sweet little handwritten note this morning, and the sex is,” I pause and take another sip of coffee as I stare at Marin over the mug, “insane.”
“We’ll see, but I think I’d have to be drunk off my ass to get the nerve up.”
“Good thing you’re surrounded by barrels of whiskey then.” I grin and grab a donut from the box in the center of the table. They aren’t fresh, but they don’t look completely stale yet, so I take my chances. Usually, the pastries from Josie’s bakery last for at least a week before they go bad.
“So, what happened with the auction?” Marin asks, grabbing a glazed donut for herself.
The auction. I haven’t thought about it once since Ryker said he’d take care of everything. Another bonus of having a man who genuinely cares for you. The weight of my problems, even the ones I created, feel lighter.
I lick frosting off my fingers and grab my phone from the pocket of my hoodie, pulling up the app. “I don’t know how he did it, but the message says the buyer canceled, so… there’s no penalty for me. In fact, since the buyer canceled, he owes me money.” I shake my head and narrow my brows.
“How much money?”
“Five percent of the purchase price. It’s a total scam, ‘cause if I’d canceled, I’d have owed him fifty percent.”
She narrows her brows as though the math isn’t mathing. “And how did Ryker pull that off?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Last night got complicated once Benny showed up. I didn’t get a chance to ask.”
“Well,” she glances down at her phone, “you can go ask him now. Looks like the bar is clear. He wants me back in for work.”
I peek down at my texts to see a message waiting for me as well.
Ryker: I need you here. Come see me now.
A giddy, little shock of happiness shoots up my spine and into my groin.
“Oh God, is he texting you?” Marin shakes her head playfully and stands from the table, stuffing the rest of her donut in her mouth.
I tuck my phone against my chest and grin. “Maybe… I think I’ll ride back to town with you.”
She nods and I type up my reply.
Me: What are you going to do to me when I get there?
Three dots appear immediately as though he’s been waiting for my response. Then finally, after what feels like an eternity waiting, his text appears.
Ryker: I need to taste you.
My pussy clenches, and though I’m not wearing panties today, I feel the seam of my leggings dot with wetness. A wetness I can’t wait to have satisfied.