Chapter 37
Guinevere
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
My eyes fly open and my heart stops for a moment. How long have I been sleeping?
I feel frozen in place as I think of who could be knocking on the front door. All of us have keys, and I even made one for Damian so it wouldn’t be them.
The blood in my veins turns to ice as the thought of Ashton knowing where I live and showing up at my house creeps into my brain.
He couldn’t know where I live, right? No one but Lainey, Ellie, Haley, Damian, Ryker, and Ellie’s brother know where I live, and I know none of them told him.
“She’s asleep!” I hear Haley say from the living room. “You can’t just barge in here!”
A second later, my bedroom door flies open and Ryker storms in. His gaze softens when he finally sees me curled up on the bed. He walks over slowly, the bed moving as he takes a seat on the edge.
I don’t move. I just stare at him, dumbfounded. Why is he here?
Ryker’s green eyes search mine as his hand caresses my cheek, pushing my hair back behind my ear. He lets his hand rest there as his thumb moves slowly up and down.
My eyes close instinctively at his touch. At the way he makes me feel when he touches me.
When I open my eyes, Ryker is watching me intently, a sorrowful expression on his face. He hasn’t spoken, so I decide to be the one to break the silence.
“What are you doing here?” the question sounded kind of rude, but I genuinely want to know why he’s in my bedroom right now. Something flashes behind Ryker’s eyes, and I wonder if maybe I’d hurt his feelings.
“I needed to make sure you were alright,” he says simply, as if that statement wasn’t completely out of character for him. My eyes soften a bit at the thought of Ryker being so worried about me that he showed up at my house to make sure I was okay.
“I told you I was fine,” I sigh. Ryker’s brow furrows slightly.
“You said you’d be fine. Which means you are not fine right now,” he says, his voice deep and serious. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he demands.
I roll my eyes because of how demanding he is.
I remember thinking it back when we were first working on the project. I also remember thinking about if he was just as demanding in the bedroom. He is in fact, even more demanding in the bedroom and it is the sexiest thing in the world, hands down.
“What if I don’t want to tell you?” I try, knowing he’s going to make me tell him one way or another. There’s no way I’m getting out of this.
Ryker’s jaw ticks as he grips my chin to make me look at him. It’s not hard or forceful, but it’s enough to hold me in place.
“Tell me, Rebel,” he says through gritted teeth. God, why does he want to know so badly?
“Ryker, it’s nothing.”
The grip on my chin tightens just a bit as Ryker’s patience with me begins to wither. His roughness stirs something inside me, and my once dry panties are now wet. Ugh , he’s so hot.
“Guinevere Lane Sharpe, I’m not playing with you,” he growls. The use of my middle names takes me off guard and he can clearly see that. “I looked you up when I found out who you were,” he says casually, as if that isn’t super creepy.
“What the hell, Ryker! Why would you do that?” I try to pull out of his grasp, but it’s no use.
“I needed to see who I was going to be working with. I can’t take any chances,” he explains. This is insane.
“What are you talking about? Take any chances?”
Ryker shakes his head, a small knowing smirk crossing his lips.
“Nice try, Rebel. We’re talking about you,” his eyes turn serious, and I can tell he’s done messing around. “Now talk.”
I groan exaggeratedly as I pull myself up into a sitting position, bringing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them.
“My mom called today. She told me some things about my dad that I just… I wasn’t expecting,” my voice is low, barely a whisper as I begin to recall everything my mother said.
Ryker’s eyes move between mine, waiting for me to continue. My heart tightens and I can feel myself shutting down, but I know Ryker won’t let me.
“She told me my dad had another kid. A two-year-old son,” I begin, trying to hold back tears. I don’t want to cry in front of him. I don’t want to look like a weak little girl.
But my tear ducts betray me, the fuckers.
A tear flows freely down my cheek, and I have to turn away to hide it. But it’s too late.
Ryker reaches up to brush it away with his thumb. My lower lip wobbles at the gesture. Why is he being so gentle with me?
“Keep going,” Ryker urges, and I take a deep breath before continuing.
“He got married. He got married and didn’t even invite me to the wedding. I mean, that’s messed up right?” I sniff as Ryker watches me with furrowed brows.
“I don’t get it. He was so different when I was growing up. We laughed, we played… it was good. Normal. Now he can’t even remember I exist,” I say through gritted teeth, throwing my pillow across the room. It hits the wall softly before tumbling to the ground.
I bring my hands to my face and groan loudly.
“Wow, Rebel. What’d that pillow do to you?” Ryker teases, probably trying to lighten the mood but there’s no way to make this situation any less shitty. I scoff.
My thoughts are all over the place and tears sting the back of my eyes.
“Why wasn’t I enough?” I ask, not really looking for answer. I hate being this vulnerable, especially in front of Ryker. I never wanted him to see this side of me. The side that shows I have actual feelings. When you have feelings, they’re easy to hurt. People see you as an easy target to screw over.
For some reason though, I don’t think Ryker will.
Ryker’s eyes darken slightly, and then soften when they meet mine which are now full of tears. He brings his hands up to cup my face, forcing me to look at him.
“Don’t ever say that again,” he demands, looking like he wants to punch something. His eyes are on fire, and I’ve only seen him look like this one other time. The time he found out Ashton threatened me.
“You are more than enough. Gwen, you are…” Ryker rolls his lips, his eyes darting around the room as if he’s searching for his next words. “You are everything. And anyone who can’t see how fucking perfect you are doesn’t deserve you. Your dad is a fucking dick, and I’m sorry he made you feel like you’re anything less than amazing.”
My breath catches as Ryker’s words wash over me. The tears have subsided, thank God, and all I can do now is stare at Ryker in awe because what the fuck?
His eyes dart down to my bottom lip before running the pad of his thumb across it. When his eyes land on mine, there’s a fire in them. Desire, lust, and longing begin to cloud my thought, and I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I think I’m actually starting to fall for him, which is incredibly dangerous.
“Because, Gwen, you are extraordinary,” he seems desperate for me to believe him, and I want to so badly.
“You may be infuriatingly frustrating, stubborn as hell, and a total brat more than like, eighty percent of the time, but you are also the smartest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. And I’ve met a lot of women,” he winks. I elbow his side and he has the decency to at least act like it hurt.
My heart is pounding, and adrenaline is taking over my body as I watch Ryker, this sexy, arrogant man, sitting in front of me after just telling me that he thinks I’m the most beautiful woman he’s ever met. A genuine smile crosses my face for the first time in a while, and Ryker’s eyes focus in on it.
“Fuck, Rebel,” he growls under his breath.
“What?”
“That smile. You’re perfect.”
Butterflies let loose in my stomach and suddenly, I don’t feel so sad anymore. I just want him.
Sitting up a bit straighter, I reach up to pull Ryker’s hands away from my face, holding them in my lap as I look down at them, embarrassed since I’ve just cried and spilled my drama to him.
Ryker’s grip on my hands tightens, causing me to look up. His eyes darken with desire.
“I’m going to show you just how fucking perfect you are, baby.”
Before I know it, Ryker’s lips are crashing against mine in a breathtaking kind of kiss.
Our tongues dance together, and Ryker's hands begin to roam over my body, gently caressing every inch of me. He pushes me back and my head hits the pillow below me as he spreads my legs and leans over me, deepening the kiss.
His hands slide down my side and over my hip to grip my ass, and I’m silently thanking myself that I changed into a baggy t-shirt and no pants. I think Ryker is too because he growls and says something incoherent under his breath .
Ryker’s teeth sink into my bottom lip lightly causing me to let out a moan. My hands tangle in his hair, and I can feel his hard erection pressing against me sending a thrill through my body and making me ache with need. Breaking the kiss, Ryker trails hot kisses down my neck, sucking gently as he reaches the sensitive spot below my ear, eliciting a gasp from me.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Guinevere,” Ryker murmurs against my skin, his breath hot and sending shivers down my spine. “I want all of you, right now. I’m going to worship this incredible body and make you feel so good you won’t ever question if you’re enough again.”
I whimper at his words. I’m not completely sure what they mean for us. I don’t know if this is how he talks to every girl he’s with, or if it’s just me.
I really hope it’s just me.
Ryker smiles against my neck before pulling my shirt over my head and gently kissing a path down my body, pausing to pay attention to my breasts, circling my already pebbled nipples with his tongue before taking them into his mouth and sucking gently.
My back arches as the feeling of his tongue and teeth against my nipples makes me cry out. After a few minutes, he continues his way down, kissing and nipping at my soft skin as he goes.
When he reaches just above the waistband of my panties, he grabs it between his teeth and begins to pull down. I lift my hips for him to slide them under me and down my legs. Hell, that was hot.
Ryker doesn’t even have to freaking try to be attractive. He just is, and I find that incredibly unfair.
He makes his way back up my legs, leaving kisses all the way up until he’s right in front of my pussy. His hot breath skates across my flesh causing me to shiver.
His fingers lightly side through my slickness, making me squirm. Then, his finger is inside me and I have to bite my fist to quiet the moan I let out.
“You’re always so ready for me, Rebel. Who knew all I had to do to get that stick out of your ass was make you come,” he teases. I send him a death glare and he just chuckles to himself. His expression turns serious again as he sticks another finger inside me, pumping faster now. Oh my god.
My eyes squeeze shut as I focus on the feeling of his fingers curling inside me, hitting the spot that always drives me over the edge. Pulling his fingers out, I feel the heat from his mouth before his tongue begins to lick my clit, causing me to buck against him.
“Oh, God,” I groan. I feel Ryker tremble against me.
“Yes?” he pulls his face away to look at me, a cocky smirk on his unfairly handsome face.
“Shut up,” I demand, pushing his head back down to continue. He laughs but continues his magic on my clit.
As he licks and sucks, I feel his finger push inside me again before it moves down to… what is he doing?
His finger begins to circle my other hole, putting slight pressure on it but not going in. I crane my neck to watch him.
“I’ve never…” I shake my head as I try to catch my breath. “I’ve never done that.”
Ryker cocks his head to the side, but he doesn’t stop rubbing. It kind of feels good. Unusual, but good.
“Do you want to try?” he inquires, his eyes lit with mirth. I don’t know, do I? I’ve never really thought about it, but I trust Ryker.
I nod, and a small grin lifts on Ryker’s lips. “Good. Lie back.”
I do as he says, lying back and waiting to see what comes next.
Ryker’s tongue goes back to my clit, and then down, and down even further until he’s on my other hole. He pulls my ass cheeks apart as he assaults my hole with his warm tongue, and I can’t believe I like this.
Moving back up to my face, he kisses me hungrily. His tongue finds mine and we’re kissing so hard our teeth clash, but I don’t even care. I can’t because Ryker’s finger and slowly pushing into my asshole and the feeling is unlike any other.
My breath hitches as he inches in slowly and stops, breaking our kiss to look at my face .
“Are you okay?” he asks, and I have to hide the huge grin that’s about to break out on my face from the fact that he’s making sure I’m okay as he’s shoving a finger in my ass.
I nod, urging him to continue. He obliges, and when he’s all the way in, he places a finger on my clit as well and circles it gently.
Holy shit, this is intense. Oh my…
“Yes, yes, yes. Please don’t stop,” I cry out as the telltale feeling of my orgasm begins to build. I tingle shoots down my spine and my core clenches as I begin to tremble. I don’t want to come yet; I want him to keep going.
“That’s my girl,” Ryker’s raspy voice says, and that pushes me to my climax. I come so hard I swear I see stars.
Holy fucking shit, what the hell was that?