Chapter 21
Ryker
Willow slumped against him and he chuckled. “You think I’m done with you?”
Ryker dropped her down onto the bed, her perfect little tits bouncing in her lacey bra. He slid out of her, and with it followed a trail of cum. He dipped his fingers into her, pushing it back inside before smearing the rest over her swollen clit. He wanted to bite that little ring.
“Are you ready to come?” he asked as he moved in slow circles.
“Yes… please,” she moaned, bucking her hips.
Ryker leaned forward to kiss her. He’d meant what he said about devouring her screams. He wanted her to come until she couldn’t walk anymore. “Do you like it when I finger you with my cum?”
“Oh my God, yes.”
He couldn’t help the grin that took over his face. That was definitely the truth. That’s what he wanted from her. “Good, because you’re fucking mine, Willow.”
Something unsure flickered in her heated gaze. He didn’t like that. He thrust two fingers back into her and ground his palm against her clit.
Distract her so she can’t look at you like that.
It had his desired effect as he got rougher—she liked it rough. Her lips parted, and he claimed her mouth as a harsh sound escaped. “That’s right,” he breathed. “I want you to scream for me.”
“What about Ezra?” she asked, her brows furrowing as she tried to stay quiet.
“I want him to see.” He dragged his tongue across the scar on her jaw. “I want him to see you fall apart for me while filled with my cum.”
That did it. She cried out as her whole body trembled against him. True to his word, his lips crashed against hers, consuming every sound she made.
God, he wanted this all the time. He wanted her all the time and not just to fuck. He wanted to take her to try all the sake she wanted at Michiko’s—he wanted to play Final Dawn with her and Ezra.
Ez.
He tried to push aside the knowledge she had already come for him.
It stirred a deep urge to claim her as his own, but somehow it wasn’t as strong as he thought it would be.
Ezra was his best friend and a great partner in the shitty work they were forced to do.
Maybe he even kind of liked the thought of Ezra with her—the thrill of having to take her back repeatedly.
Ryker didn’t stop. He kept finger-fucking her through the orgasm. Her legs jerked, like she was trying to scoot away from the intensity. He couldn’t make out enough of her in the dark, and it was driving him crazy. He wanted to trace the designs inked into her perfect skin with his teeth.
“You aren’t done yet,” he said, pressing his lips to her tear-streaked cheek. He could feel his cock stirring, aching to be back inside her.
“It’s too much!” Her nails dug into his forearm. “Fuck! Fuck!”
Finally, he was hard enough to sink back into her. She was so perfectly loud as he fucked her through the second orgasm. Soon, he was right there with her, capturing her lips with his as they rode that impossible high together.
Willow went lax, her chest heaving and eyes watery. He rolled to the side, regretting that the position wouldn’t let him stay buried. He slapped her pussy, making her yelp.
“Not nice…” she mumbled, her voice thick with the need for sleep.
He pulled the covers over them and slung an arm over her body to bring her close. She wiggled her butt against him, their sweaty skin sticking together. “Neither is toying with me.”
She made a little sound. “I’m sorry.”
“Why’d you do it?” he asked, afraid of the answer.
“Do what?”
“Fuck with us?”
Her eyes drooped as the combination of post-orgasm high and stupid drinking games tugged her down. “Keys…” She yawned and folded her arms against her chest.
The admission hurt. She’d been using him—both of them. “Is it still about the keys?”
Her head shook, and she stroked his calf with her foot. “I want you…” She yawned again. “Both of you.” Her voice was so faint as the words trailed off.
What?
No, she must be too out of it to know what she’d said. There was no way that could be the case. Besides, what would it really look like to share her with Ezra? Hell, he would probably punch him in the morning if he found them like this.
He wanted to ask her more questions, but her body went completely limp as her breaths deepened. He tried to focus on his own sleep, but now he was wired.
Ryker let out a long sigh and pulled her in tight.
***
The light coming through the window was killing his head.
Where am I?
He shuffled under the blankets and realized there was a small body next to him. His eyes opened to assess his surroundings.
Willow.
Right. They’d had quite the night, and she was still naked except for the bra that he could now see was navy blue. Fuck, he wanted her. He was hard as a rock already. Maybe he could fuck her again before Ezra woke up.
She stirred a little from his movements and yawned. Her eyes fluttered open and she made an assessment of the situation.
“Morning,” he said as he pulled her in to kiss the top of her head.
“Morning…” she replied, tone uneasy.
“You okay?” He could feel her heart hammering in her chest. Did she regret it?
“Yeah.” She pushed herself up, keeping the lower half of her body covered. “I’m fine.” The scars mixed with the tattoos on her left arm and shoulder were even more fascinating like this. Her arms were lean with toned muscles that rippled as she moved.
“What did I say last night?” she asked tentatively.
He grinned, but it faltered as he continued to watch her. “A few things.”
“Like wh—” She was cut off by commotion coming from the living room.
Shit. They needed to hurry. All his talk last night about taunting Ezra was abandoned. He couldn’t deal with all that drama right now—especially not with the way his head was throbbing.
He flung the covers off of himself, trying to get a glimpse of Willow’s body as she dove for Ezra’s clothes that were heaped on the floor. She was keeping herself hidden with the blanket, though. He would have to ask her why later. It made no sense for her to suddenly be shy.
Dressed, they quietly made their way to the bedroom door. It didn’t sound like Ezra was completely awake yet.
Willow’s face was fearful and exhausted. This wasn’t how they should be doing things. Sneaking around like they had done something wrong. Maybe she did regret it.
“For real,” he whispered, “are you okay?”
Her head jerked, but he wasn’t convinced. Not with the way she was staring at the door.
“I’m gonna go straight for the shower,” she said, clearly preoccupied with whatever else was going through her mind.
More shuffling and grumbling was coming from the living room. He wanted to ask her more, make her open up about whatever was bothering her.
And find out if she meant what she’d said about wanting both of us.
Instead of saying anything, he turned the knob and peeked out as he slowly pulled it open. Willow darted through the gap, quiet as a mouse as she rushed to the bathroom on her tiptoes. Her messy hair swished behind her, and he caught a whiff of the shampoo she’d used the day before.
He inched his way out and found Ezra sprawled out on the couch where they’d left him.
Ryker wanted to wake him up so they could talk while she was out of the room.
But he wasn’t sure what he would say anyway.
“Hey, I fucked the girl we kidnapped and almost murdered. She said she wants to date both of us.”
It would never work.