Chapter 9
RILEY
The front door barely clicked shut behind us before Ryot had me pressed against the hard surface, his mouth claiming mine again in a kiss that stole what little breath I had left.
The house was nice, but I barely registered any of it. My pulse was thundering in my ears, and all I could focus on was the feel of his tongue tangling with mine and his hard length pressed against my stomach.
I knew I shouldn’t be here with his rough hands gripping my waist like he wasn’t going to let me get away.
My secrets were too heavy. Shawn and his dangerous friends were still out there.
The longer I stayed, the more likely everything would explode.
But I was so tired of fighting the attraction between us.
I wanted to let myself have this, even if it all blew up in my face later.
He ended the kiss, his eyes burning with desire as they searched my face. His hand came up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “Tell me you want this, Riley. That you need me as badly as I need you.”
Ryot made me feel safe in a way I hadn’t since my dad died. I’d actually relaxed tonight and let myself enjoy the moment instead of constantly scanning the crowd for threats. All because of him.
I was falling harder than I thought possible. Which was why I hadn’t told him about why I’d shown up in Crossbend broke and terrified. The last thing I wanted was for Ryot to get mixed up in the mess with Shawn.
And maybe it was wrong of me, but I was going to take this time with him now while I had the chance.
I slid my hands up his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his shirt, and whispered the words that sealed my fate. “Yes, I want you, Ryot. So much.”
A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest as he pulled me flush against him again. “Thank fuck.”
Ryot took my mouth in a deep kiss that left no room for second thoughts. His tongue swept against mine, while his hands gripped my butt, holding me tightly against him. I melted into him, letting go of the last threads of hesitation.
Without breaking the kiss, he swept me off my feet like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me through the house, his long strides eating up the distance to his bedroom.
He kicked the door open and laid me down on his big bed, following me down so his body covered mine. The weight of him felt perfect, and his growled words only made it better.
“Been wanting this since the moment you first sassed me in my garage. You have no idea how many nights I’ve thought about you right here, under me, saying my name.”
Heat pooled low in my belly as I admitted, “I’ve dreamed about this, too.”
“Fucking hell, baby.” Ryot sat back on his knees and reached for the hem of my tank top. “Lift up.”
I did, helping him pull it over my head. His eyes darkened as he took in my simple black bra and the flush already spreading across my skin.
“Look at you.” His hands cupped my breasts through the fabric, his thumbs brushing over my nipples until they hardened. “So damn gorgeous. These sweet tits have been driving me crazy every time you lean over an engine.”
He reached behind me, unclasped my bra with two deft fingers, and slid it down my arms. The cool air hit my bare skin, making me shiver as his hungry gaze devoured me.
“So fucking perfect.” He leaned down to kiss the swell of one breast. “Gonna taste every inch of this beautiful skin. Take my time until you’re begging for me.”
His mouth closed over my nipple, and I arched off the mattress with a gasp, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Ryot.”
His hand worked the other breast, pinching and rolling until I whimpered. But he didn’t stop there.
Ryot kissed his way down my stomach, his hands making quick work of my jeans and panties. He spread my thighs wide and settled between them, looking up at me with heated eyes. “Gonna taste this pretty pussy. Been dying to know how sweet you are.”
Then his mouth was on me. I cried out as his tongue dragged through my folds, finding my clit with devastating accuracy. He licked and sucked, groaning like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“Ryot, oh yes,” I gasped, my hands fisting the sheets.
He didn’t let up. His mouth worked me relentlessly until pleasure crashed over me hard and fast. I came with a sharp cry, my thighs shaking around his head as he licked me through every pulse.
But he wasn’t done.
Before I could catch my breath, he worked a finger inside me, pumping slowly while his tongue flicked my oversensitive clit.
“Give me another one, baby,” he growled against my skin. “Want to feel you come on my finger.”
I was still trembling from the first orgasm when the second one hit me even harder.
“Ryot,” I moaned his name as waves of pleasure rolled through me, my inner walls clenching around his thick digit.
Ryot crawled back up my body, kissing me deeply so I could taste myself on his tongue. I was still trembling, my skin flushed and sensitive, when he pulled back just enough to strip off his shirt.
My gaze caught on the black ink on his left pec. The checkered racing flags and stopwatch suited him perfectly.
He stood beside the bed and shoved his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion, and my breath caught.
His dick was thick, hard, and intimidatingly big. The head was already glistening, and the sheer size of him made my thighs press together instinctively.
“Ryot,” I whispered, my eyes widening. “You’re really big.”
He flashed me a devilish grin as he climbed back onto the bed, settling between my spread thighs.
“I’ll go slow, baby,” he murmured, brushing a kiss along my jaw.
He rocked against me gently, letting me feel every inch of him. I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning. There was no hiding it now. “I’m a virgin. I’ve never done this before.”
Something possessive flashed across his face. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin almost reverently. “Mine. All fucking mine.”
There was no missing how satisfied he was by my admission, and his reaction eased the last of my nerves.
He kissed me again, while the thick head of his dick nudged against my entrance. I was soaked from the two orgasms he’d already given me, but the sheer size of him still made me tense slightly.
“Easy,” he murmured against my lips. “Breathe for me. I’ve got you.”
He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching me open with careful thrusts. The burn was intense, but the way his eyes stayed locked on mine while he whispered praise between kisses made it feel right. “So fucking perfect.”
I gasped as he sank deeper, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“This pussy was made for me, Riley. Gonna fill you up. Keep you full of me until you’re dripping.”
The fullness was overwhelming, bordering on too much, but the tenderness in his eyes kept me grounded.
When he bottomed out, we both moaned. He stayed still, buried to the hilt, letting me adjust while he kissed me senseless.
“You okay, baby?” he finally asked.
I wiggled my hips, relieved there was no pain, only pleasure. I nodded, breathless. “Move, please.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. His thrusts were slow at first, then deeper strokes as my body opened for him. Every pump of his hips dragged his dick against that perfect spot inside me, building my pleasure higher and higher.
“Gonna fill this tight little pussy,” he growled, hips snapping harder. “You’re mine now, Riley. All fucking mine.”
The words, combined with the relentless stroke of his dick and how he was looking at me like I was everything, sent me spiraling. I came hard around him, crying out as my inner walls clenched tight. “Ryot, yes! Oh yes!”
He groaned, riding me through my orgasm, then flipped us so I was on top. “Ride me, baby. Take what you need and come for me again.”
With my palms pressed against his broad chest, I moved on him, awkward at first but growing bolder as pleasure took over. He watched me with hungry eyes, his thumbs stroking my nipples.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous taking my cock.” His hands tightened on my hips. “Your perfect tits bouncing.”
“I’m close,” I gasped.
He flipped us again, this time taking me from behind, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other held my hip in a bruising grip. “Come for me again. Want to feel you milking my cock when I fill you up.”
I shattered one more time, and Ryot followed right after with a guttural groan. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing inside me as he whispered filthy, possessive promises against my neck.
But we didn’t stop there. He took me two more times that night—once slow and tender in the shower, and again in his bed with my legs over his shoulders.
By the time we finally collapsed, sweaty and spent, I cuddled against his chest, his hand possessively stroking my back.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d never want to touch me again once my troubles caught up with me.
I hoped I’d earned his trust and respect enough that he’d believe me, but with the way Shawn had framed me, I was terrified he wouldn’t.