Chapter 25
Guinevere
R yker looks like he’s about to blow a fuse.
After I explained what was said between Ashton and me, Ryker was ready to find him and kill him. I don’t know why he even cares. He’s made it his life’s mission to annoy the fuck out of me every chance he gets. He doesn’t like me. Sure, he’s made some sexual comments, but he doesn’t care about me.
I wonder if he has a personal vendetta when it comes to Ashton. That must be the reason he’s so bothered by him, right?
Honestly, I was kind of bothered by Ashton and his unwelcomed touches and threats. I’m not sure why he’s chosen to bother me. There are hundreds of girls on campus he could torment. Why me?
All I did was dance with him at a party when I was drunk. I don’t remember giving any indication that I wanted to sleep with him. Did I?
Ryker paces back and forth across the space of our living room. I don’t know how I ended up here, having Ryker Steele in my living room, angrily spewing out threats while I sit on the couch with my roommates and three other Elites.
This was certainly not on my bingo card for this semester.
I clear my throat, effectively halting Ryker in his tracks. He looks at me, his green eyes boring into me.
“I don’t know why you’re so worried. He’s just a stupid guy that can’t take a hint. He’ll get bored eventually,” I try to sound as confident as possible. Truth is, I’m not sure if Ashton will give up, but eventually he has to, right?
Ryker’s eyes narrow with anger. “Gwen, the guy said he wants to use you to get back at me. He’s not going to stop until he does just that, and I’m not letting that happen,” he states in a gravelly tone.
I watch as Lainey raises her hand, looking a bit nervous. Ryker’s head twists in her direction.
“What?” he snaps. Lainey doesn’t even flinch at his harsh tone.
“So, what are we supposed to do about him? We can’t exactly get rid of him,” she points out. Holland chuckles under his breath.
“You let us deal with that, Barkley. Nothing to worry your pretty little head over,” he gives her a condescending smile. Her blue eyes narrow in his direction.
“Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be out finding some poor girl to fuck over?” she taunts. Ellie and I exchange a questioning glance. What the hell is going on between them? I make a mental note to ask Lainey about it later.
“Will you two shut the fuck up?” Ryker demands, more than he asks. The two continue to glare at each other without speaking.
Ryker’s gaze moves back to me, his eyes serious as they move over my body, then land on my face.
“I don’t want him anywhere near you. You should have one of us with you at all times,” he insists. Is he serious? He thinks I need a bodyguard now? This is ridiculous.
I stand from my seat on the couch, holding my hands at my side so I don’t punch Ryker in his stupidly attractive face.
“I don’t need a fucking bodyguard, Ryker. For one thing, I can take care of myself, I don’t need you. Two, Ashton is going to forget all about this in a week. There’s no reason to get this worked up about it.”
Ryker takes a step closer to me, the smell of his shampoo and soap swirling around me.
“Why can’t you just listen to me for once?” he spits.
“Because you’re not always right, Ryker!”
“Well, I’m right about this,” he declares, as if he can see the future and knows for a fact that he is absolutely sure about this.
“How do you know?” I challenge. “There’s no way you can know for sure that Ashton is going to be a problem,” I inch closer until I’m right in his face. Ryker’s eyes don’t leave mine.
“Trust me,” is all he says. Trust him? Why should I?
“I don’t need you to save me. I can handle it,” I say in a low voice, now aware that my friends are watching this entire scene. I look around the room at the confused expressions carefully watching us and shake my head.
“I’m going to bed. Let yourselves out.”
With that, I stalk off to my room, slamming the door in frustration.
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Tonight took a turn that I truly did not expect. I didn’t want to go to that stupid game in the first place. Now I’m stuck dealing with a creep who’s decided that he needs me to get back at the guy that confuses and pisses me off to no end.
I can’t for the life of me understand why Ryker is going to such lengths to protect me when he’s done nothing but try to make my life harder since we started this damn project.
We have four days left to be forced together to finish our presentation. Why can’t he just focus on that?
I don’t know if I could handle this whole Ashton situation by myself if it were to take a turn, but I do know I don’t need Ryker to be my knight in shining armor.
But did I want him to be? The thought of Ryker defending me, protecting me, causes my entire body to heat. The spot between my legs pulses, and my breath quickens.
I know I shouldn’t think about him like that. I know he’s probably slept with other girls since we met, I’m not stupid. I know if I let myself go there with him, I won’t be able to go back, and he’ll break me.
Yet, I can’t stop the ache in my core and the way my thighs clench under my covers.
I shouldn’t do this; I know I shouldn’t. But the way Ryker looked at me tonight, like he would burn the world down if something tried to hurt me, the way the smell of him made my mouth water, the look of frustration in his eyes when I refused his help. I need a release. Just this once, and then I’ll never think about it or him again. Not like this.
I relax back into my pillow and make myself comfortable as I reach for the waistband of my pajama pants, pulling them down to my knees.
I run my fingers along the dampness of my panties. The cold air in my room makes me shiver, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.
Pulling my panties down to meet my pajama pants at my knees, I gently run my finger between the wetness of my pussy. As I begin to rub my sensitive clit, I imagine Ryker's strong hands on my body.
My breath quickens as I think about Ryker's hard cock, how it would feel inside me, stretching my walls and making me feel full.
My eyes close and I picture Ryker's face, his intense gaze locking with mine as he pushes me against a wall, kissing me passionately with his warm, plush lips.
I whimper softly as I continue to circle my clit with my wet finger, wishing it was Ryker's tongue teasing me, making me beg for more. I want him to take control, to fuck me senseless until I can’t remember my own name.
Images of Ryker and I entwined, Ryker's muscular body pressing against me, his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts into me over and over.
I can feel the intensity building inside me, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke of my fingers. I quicken my pace, desperate to reach the climax I crave so much .
My mind imagines Ryker whispering dirty things into my ear, telling me how wet and tight I feel, how he wants to make me come all over his cock.
Trying to stifle my moans, I quickly put my other hand over my mouth as I imagine him fucking me harder, our sweat-soaked bodies slamming together. I can feel my orgasm building, and as much as I don’t want the fantasy to end, I need to come.
As I near the edge, I picture Ryker's hand around his thick cock, stroking himself as he watches me finger my pussy. That’s it, that’s all it takes to make me come so hard, my body convulses and shakes with pleasure. I continue moving my hand as I ride the waves of my orgasm.
Fuck that was intense.
My eyes open slowly as I catch my breath and come down from my high. I’m sensitive and satisfied, and even more confused than I was before.
Would it feel that good in real life? Maybe I should find out.