31. Mila #3
“You wouldn’t let me, huh?” he said before sucking on my tongue. I reached my hands up, ran my fingers through his hair, and pulled on his silky tresses as I pushed my body against his chest and felt his warmth against me.
“Nope,” I whispered against his lips, and he groaned.
“Come,” he said, and he pulled me out of the kitchen toward the bedroom.
“Ryker,” I whispered. “Where are we going?”
“You know where,” he said as he opened the bedroom door and then pushed me inside before closing it.
“Ryker, the food might burn, plus we have guests.”
“So?” He grinned at me wickedly. “Who cares about a little burnt food?”
“James might,” I said innocently, and his eyes narrowed.
“Mila, Mila, Mila,” he said softly, and he pushed me down on the bed. “Legs up.”
“Legs up?” I asked with a curious frown, keeping my legs down.
“Legs up.” He nodded, unzipped his pants, and freed his hard cock from his boxer briefs. It stood proudly, and I swallowed the moistness that had pooled in my mouth as I stared at it. Boy, was it beautiful, and I was not a woman who thought penises were particularly attractive.
“Legs up or what?” I giggled.
Ryker stepped forward and pulled my dress up. His hands slid over my thighs, and he began to pull my panties down.
“Ryker,” I said throatily. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“We shouldn’t?” he asked with an evil grin. Then he leaned down and ran his tongue between my legs, and all I could do was moan as my legs spread to give him easier access. All thoughts of our guests and my dinner left my mind when his tongue licked up and down my wetness.
“Oh, my God,” I cried out as Ryker’s tongue entered me with precision, and my body trembled as I clutched the bed sheets. Ryker looked up at me and grinned.
“Shh, Mila. You don’t want our guests to wonder what’s happening.”
My eyes rolled in my head when his mouth returned to my wetness, and this time he sucked on my throbbing bud.
I closed my eyes again to concentrate on the feelings, and I felt like my whole body was going to burst. I could feel my orgasm building, and I was dying for a release.
And then Ryker stood up straight and looked down at me.
“Ryker,” I moaned louder, making a face at him. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Ryker,” I groaned. “Please.”
“You know what to do.” He grinned down at me and licked his lips.
“Ryker.”
“That’s my name,” he said, and then he started humming.
“Ryker! What are you doing?”
“I’m about to sing ‘Move Together’ by James Bay.”
“Ryker,” I scolded now and saw him grin wider as I put my legs up in the air.
“Yes, Mila?” he said as he stepped forward, grabbed my legs, and put them over his shoulder.
“Mmm, Ryker.” I closed my eyes and waited to feel him inside me.
“Tell me what you want, Mila,” he ordered, his voice throaty.
My eyes fluttered open. He was staring down at me, his face looking more handsome than I’d ever seen him. “Fuck me, Ryker,” I said and grinned.
“Louder.” He winked at me.
“Fuck me, Ryker,” I said louder.
“Even louder.”
“Ryker, no.” I shook my head.
“Louder,” he commanded, and I felt the tip of his cock rubbing against my clit. “What do you want, Mila? Tell me what you want.”
“I already told you,” I whined as I tried to close my legs around him. “Please.”
“Tell me again.”
“Ryker!” I reached down, grabbed his cock, and tried to guide it inside me.
“Yes, Mila.” He clenched his jaw as I squeezed his hardness and placed it against my entrance. “Shit, you’re so wet.”
“I want you, Ryker. Please.” My pleas were rewarded with the swift movement of him entering me.
“Is this what you wanted?” He slammed in and out of me quickly, his hands around my ankles as he held my legs up. My whole body moved back and forth on the bed as he fucked me hard, each thrust seeming to enter me deeper and deeper.
“Yes!” I cried out, and I couldn’t stop myself from screaming as I felt his finger reaching down to rub my clit quickly as he continued his punishing pace.
“Ryker,” I screamed his name as I reached the top of the cliff even faster than I’d thought possible.
“Oooh!” My voice rose to an octave that I hadn’t ever heard come out of me as he thrust harder and deeper. My whole body shook with my climaxing.
“Come for me, Mila.” Those words of permission were all I needed to hear to let go fully and embrace my orgasm.
As I came back down to earth, I felt his body shuddering above me.
He thrust into me three more times before pulling out and coming on my dress.
“Oh, Mila, shit.” He groaned as he leaned down and kissed me on the lips.
“Looks like I’m going to have to change.”
“I can wipe it off,” he said as he kissed me again.
“I think I’ll change.” I moaned. “I hope no one asks why.”
“Just say I got my sperm on you.” He winked. His expression was that of a satiated person.
“You want Parker to kill you?”
“Okay, just say you got gravy on your dress.” He stood up and pulled me off the bed. “Take your dress off and change.”
“You’re so bossy.” I rolled my eyes at him as he zipped himself up.
“Isn’t that what you love about me?” he asked with a smile, and I just smiled back at him as I took my dress off.
I wanted to answer him and tell him that was just one of many things I loved about him, but I didn’t want to ruin the mood and make it too serious by gushing on about how much I loved everything about him.
“Let me get changed and finish up dinner,” I said and hit him on the shoulder instead. “Go and take care of our guests, and I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said and saluted me. “Look who’s being bossy now.”
“Now that’s what I call a good dinner party.” Ryker closed the door behind Parker and Lara as they left and then turned to me. “Thank you for a delicious dinner.”
“You’re welcome.” I smiled at him happily. “It was fun—well, aside from when you almost punched James.”
“I didn’t almost punch him. I just told him that maybe he should join an online dating service if he was looking that hard for a girlfriend.” He shrugged and then looked at me. “Or were you hoping to be that girlfriend?”
“Whatever, Ryker.” I rolled my eyes at him. “You’re an idiot for even saying that.”
“I’m an idiot for you.” He smiled at me with an adorable puppy face, and I just shook my head.
“I have dishes to do.” I sighed and ignored his cutesy words.
He was drunk, and I didn’t want to take anything he said right now too seriously.
He’d been loving and attentive all evening, and my body still felt high from our lovemaking, but I didn’t want to read anything into it.
I already knew that he had a hard time dealing with his feelings, and as far as I knew, it was the alcohol putting him out of character.
“Leave the dishes until the morning, and we’ll do them together,” he said and put his arm around my waist. “Let’s go to bed and have some lovemaking.”
“Ryker.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “You look like you’re way too drunk for any lovemaking.”
“I’m never too drunk for lurvemaking,” he slurred.
“Uh-huh,” I said as we walked toward the bedroom. “We’ll see.” We walked into the room in companionable silence. Ryker pulled off his clothes and jumped into bed. He lay flat on his back, looked up at me, and grinned as he closed his eyes and stretched.
“You’re so tired,” I said, smiling down at him, a feeling of affection sweeping through me.
“I wouldn’t say so tired,” he mumbled, his eyes still closed.
“Oh, you wouldn’t?” I smiled to myself, took off my dress, and put on a nightgown.
I walked out of the bedroom and went to the bathroom to take off my makeup.
That was something Lara had instilled in me.
Always try to remove makeup at night, especially eye makeup, because it can seriously damage your skin if left on overnight.
I cleaned my face and then walked back to the bedroom feeling happy, but still anxious.
Everything was going so well, but it was all really a facade.
Nothing had really changed between us. I wondered if I was doing the right thing staying here and playing this game.
Was I only prolonging the pain I was going to feel in just a few weeks?
I crawled into bed and snuggled next to Ryker.
He rolled over, pulled me toward him, held me against his chest, and moaned.
I rested my head on his chest and listened to the sound of his heartbeat.
“If I ever wanted to get married, it would be to someone like you,” he mumbled next to my ear, and I froze and looked up at him. His eyes, though still sleepy, were open now.
“Why don’t you want to get married?” I was truly curious about why he was so opposed to a union I couldn’t wait to enter.
“Because a marriage is meant to last forever,” he said without pause, his eyes finding mine as he tried to focus on me.
“And that freaks you out? Being with the same person forever?”
“No.” He shook his head. “What freaks me out is the possibility that the marriage could end. What freaks me out is that I could have the one person I love more than anything in the world and I could lose her. Marriages aren’t infallible.
People change, fall out of love. It happens every day.
My heart would break; my world would end.
I would cease to be the person I am if that were to happen.
” He shook his head. “I will not let myself become a statistic.”
“Your marriage might not end,” I said, but I felt off-kilter saying the words. I wanted to say our marriage would not end, but I knew that would be putting all my cards on the table, and I wasn’t willing to do that.
“But the love might,” he said with a yawn, and his eyes fluttered closed again, and he drifted back to sleep.