Chapter 54
Guinevere
Ryker's mouth descends on mine, his kiss hungry and demanding. I can feel the raw power and urgency in his touch, his need to possess and dominate.
I can feel all of the anger, hurt, and betrayal begin to melt away as Ryker's kiss deepens. My hands find his shoulders, my fingers digging into his muscles as I respond to his touch. His tongue traces the contours of my mouth, tasting, exploring, demanding a response.
Breaking the kiss, he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jawline, his breath hot against my skin. “Say you believe me, Gwen,” he growls, his voice thick with desire. “Tell me you know I'd never hurt you like that.”
My eyes flutter closed as I feel his teeth nip at my sensitive earlobe. “I believe you, Ryker,” I whisper, my body already trembling for him.
Ryker's hands slide down to cup my ass, lifting me against him so I can feel every hard inch of his desire. “You're the only one, Gwen,” he whispers in a deep, husky voice that makes my panties wet as his lips brush against my ear. “I've never wanted anyone else the way I want you. I ache for you, only you. ”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel the want for him building in my core.
Ryker's mouth finds mine again, his hands roaming over my body, mapping every curve as if to brand me as his own. My dress begins to slide down my shoulders, baring my soft, tan skin to him.
He leaves kisses down my neck, pausing to suck gently on the sensitive skin, leaving his mark.
I let out a soft moan as my head falls back to give him better access. His teeth graze my collarbone, his hands smoothing over my thighs, inching upwards.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Gwen,” he mutters against my skin as I pant. “How much I need to be inside you.”
My breath quickens as his fingers trace the edges of my lace panties. “Show me,” I tell him, my voice thick with need.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, sliding them down my legs. I step out of them, my body on fire with anticipation. Ryker's eyes darken with desire as his eyes move up and down my bare, willing body.
Lifting me into his arms, he kisses me as he walks over to the large desk that sits in the back of the room in front of a grand bookcase. He places me on the desk, spreading my legs to settle between them.
I gasp as I feel the cool wood against my back, my breasts heaving with each rapid breath. Ryker's hands caress my thighs, spreading me open to his hungry gaze.
“So fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my wetness. “And so fucking mine.”
I whimper as I feel his hot breath on my sensitive core, my hips involuntarily lifting in invitation. Ryker obliges, his tongue sliding between my lips. He moans at the first lick, his hands gripping my thighs as he delves deeper, exploring me with slow, deliberate strokes.
My inhibitions have flown straight out the window. We should talk more. But I can’t even think straight with his mouth on me .
Tangling my hands in his hair, I hold him to my pussy as waves of pleasure crash through me. Ryker licks and sucks, his tongue flicking over my swollen clit. I reach up to pinch one of my nipples, loving the way my senses are heightened.
I’m writhing beneath him, my body arching as an orgasm builds within me.
Ryker must sense my impending release, because he begins to flick his tongue faster, and he sticks two large fingers into my pussy making me cry out. My body tenses as my orgasm rips through me. Ryker doen't stop, his tongue relentless as he drives me towards another climax.
I’m panting and trying to catch my breath. “Ryker...please...” I moan. “I need you inside me. Now.”
“So needy, Rebel. So desperate for my cock,” he pulls his fingers out and holds them in front of me. They glisten with my wetness, and when Ryker brings them to my lips, his hooded eyes darken. “Suck,” he orders.
I open my mouth and he shoves his fingers in. I suck his fingers, and my pussy clenches. This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done, and I think I love it.
“You want me, baby?” he asks in his deep, smoky voice. I nod, because I’ve lost the ability to say words.
Ryker's eyes smolder as he rises to his feet, the outline of his erection evident through his jeans. He sheds his clothes slowly, sensually, revealing his chiseled body and thick, hard length. The bruises that once covered his side from his rugby accident are no longer visible.
He positions himself at my entrance, his breath ragged with lust and desire.
With a smooth, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, claiming me with a savage growl. I cry out at the feeling of fullness, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.
Ryker begins to move, his hips snapping as he drives into me again and again.
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me with fierce possession. I meet his thrusts, my nails raking his back as I climb higher.
How did I go so long without this ?
“Such a good girl. You take my cock so well,” Ryker hisses through gritted teeth.
Ryker's body glistens with sweat, his muscles working as he thrusts deep, hitting the spot that drives me wild. My head falls back, and I let out a loud moan as another orgasm builds at the base of my spine.
“Come for me, baby girl,” he growls, his voice hoarse with need. “Let me feel your greedy pussy tighten around my cock.”
His demanding words send me spiraling over the edge once more. Crying out, my body convulses around him as pleasure overtakes me.
“Atta girl. Fuck, Rebel,” Ryker groans.
With a few more powerful thrusts, Ryker stills inside me, and I can feel his dick pulsating as his body shudders with the force of his climax.
Collapsing onto me, he buries his face in my neck, his breath warm against my sweaty skin. My fingers stroke his hair as we let our heart rates slow. Ryker lifts his head, his eyes searching mine.
“Believe me now, Guinevere?” he asks, his voice soft but intense. Do I? Does this change anything? Can I trust him?
As he lay naked on top of me after fucking me and filling me with his come, I look into his green eyes, the black ring around them making them pop. I do. I do believe him.
That might make me stupid or na?ve or whatever, but I believe that he loves me. I believe that everything Amy said was a lie. I believe that he would never purposely do anything to hurt me.
Reaching up, I push a few pieces of hair away from his face, keeping my hands on either side of his face as I look him in the eye. “I believe you.”
Ryker's thumb brushes my swollen lower lip, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes, a small grin forming on his lips. “Good.”
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When I left Ryker’s last night, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. When I got there, I was not expecting that we’d sleep together. In fact, I was planning on leaving there in tears, then sitting in my living room with a tub of ice cream as I sobbed while watching The Notebook because I love to torture myself.
He told me loves me. Ryker Steele loves me. If anyone would have told me that I, Guinevere Sharpe, would be in love with Ryker Steele and he in love with me when we first met, I would have laughed in their face. Like a full-on cackle.
There is no universe where I could have seen this happening. No psychic could have predicted it. It’s truly one of those ‘expect the unexpected’ moments.
Campus is cold this morning, with the January weather in full swing. January is the worst month because it snows the most between now and the end February. You would think that the snowiest month would be December, but not in Connecticut.
The parking lot closest to Mallory Center was full, so I had to park at Whittaker Hall which is the furthest away from Mallory. It’s like negative ten degrees out, okay, maybe that’s an exaggeration. But it feels like it.
It should be a crime to have to walk around campus at this time of year. Trudging through the snow and cold is not something I enjoy doing, and if my mom didn’t live in Rhode Island, I’d probably be moving somewhere warmer after graduation.
I wonder what Ryker will want to do after graduation. Will he want to stay in Connecticut or Rhode Island? Will he want to move somewhere completely different? Will he want me to come with him? I guess we have some things to talk about.
After what feels like eight years, I finally make it to Mallory and head upstairs to Professor Whitely’s office. I still haven’t been able to figure out what she’d want from me.
As I shake myself off and stomp my boots on the ground to get rid of the snow, I turn the corner to my old professor’s office and bump into something hard. Looking down at the combat boots in front of me, my stomach flutters, knowing exactly who it is.
When I look up, I’m met with intense green eyes and a sexy smolder. My stupid heart skips a beat at the sight of him. Gorgeous and sexy as sin, as always.
“You make a habit of running into people?” Ryker asks, his lips twitching into a grin.
I set my hands on my hips. “Do you make a habit of standing in the middle of walkways?” I snap back, remembering having this exact conversation all those months ago.
“What are you doing here?” he questions, his eyes narrowing and his head tilting slightly to the side making his dark hair fall into his face. He brushes it back with his hand, and I imagine having that very hand wrapped around my neck as he pounds into me.
“I, um…” damnit, Gwen. Get a freaking grip. “Professor Whitely… she wanted to see me,” I stutter like the dumbass I am.
I internally scold myself for being so blatantly obvious as Ryker’s lips turn into a knowing smirk. “Why are you here?”
Ryker shrugs. “Same.”
My brows pull together as curiosity and suspicion course through me.
The door to Professor Whitely’s office flies open, and our heads snap to the short woman with her signature black pencil skirt and blouse that shows off way too much cleavage for a college professor standing in the doorway with a wide grin.
“I thought I heard you two out here. Come in,” she says, gesturing inside her office. We do as we’re told, taking a seat in each of the chairs in front of her desk. I get a feeling of déjà vu as I watch Professor Whitely sit across from us.
She pushes her red rimmed glasses over the bridge of her nose before leaning forward and placing her forearms on her desk. She looks between both of us, and anticipation creeps in.
“So, you’re probably wondering why you’re both here. Well, let’s get down to it,” she says, clearing her throat before continuing. “I want you both to be my TA’s this semester,” she states. My eyes widen.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Both of us?” Ryker muses. Professor Whitely nods.
“Both of you. You work so well together, and I think it would be more productive to have both of you instead of one or the other,” she explains with a with a smile. “My classes get quite large, and I’d need you both to help grade, answer questions, and walk around during class to help students. Do you think you can do that?”
Ryker and I exchange a wary glance, but I know we’re both thinking the same thing.
“Yes,” we say in unison.
Professor Whitely smiles widely. “Wonderful! I’ll send you both an email with all of the things you’ll need, and you can start with my first class tomorrow morning. I made sure you both had no classes at that time, so you’ll be all good to come.”
She hands us each a binder full of papers and explains a bit more about what we’ll be doing before dismissing us.
An hour later, Ryker and I lie on my bed. I’m cuddled up at his side as his finger gently traces over my back.
It’s weird, all that anger and betrayal I felt just yesterday has completely faded away, and love and admiration have taken their place. I was fully prepared to start the semester off depressed and avoiding Ryker at all costs.
But here we are, naked and intertwined with each other.
“Are you ready to spend the rest of the semester with me?” Ryker probes, his voice hoarse and teasing. I pick my head up off of his chest to look him in the eyes.
“Definitely,” I say in a sultry tone as I nip his earlobe. His hand moves into my hair, pulling me away from his neck. His eyes dance with warning, and my thighs clench.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, little Rebel.”
He did just make me come three times, and my body is spent, but I’d do anything for this man to make him feel good.
I move down his body slowly until my face is hovering above his dick, which is already hard. Peaking up at him through my lashes, I drag my tongue up his length slowly, swirling it around the head while I watch Ryker’s head fall back with a groan. A smirk plays on my lips, knowing this is driving him wild.
Doing it again, I bring my hand down to cup his balls and squeeze lightly. He looks down at me with a dark expression.
“Don’t be a brat, Guinevere. Suck my fucking cock like the good girl I know you can be,” he demands in a deep, dominating tone. Shit, how does he do that? How can he make me wet without even touching me?
I begin to suck and twirl my tongue around him, his pants and grunts making me move faster. His hands weave into my hair as he moves my head, forcing me to watch him.
“Look at me while you take my dick in your mouth,” he orders, and I do as he says, watching him as my head bobs up and down.
He begins to thrust into my mouth faster and harder, and within a few minutes, a hot stream of come slides down my throat. When he pulls out, he pulls me up, pressing his lips to mine.
“You are perfect, little Rebel,” he tells me, his eyes searching mine. “I love you.”
My heart flutters and I can’t help the stupid grin that crosses my face. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing him tell me he loves me.
A few months ago, I wasn’t sure if true love actually existed, no matter how much I wanted to believe it did.
I wanted a love like in the books I read. With men who love their woman unconditionally, irrevocably, completely. Men who look at them like they’re the moon and the stars.
Real life isn’t a romance novel. It’s not love songs and perfection. Real life is raw, broken. It’s imperfections and desperation.
I knew it had to be out there somewhere. That passionate, exciting, obsessive kind of love. The happily ever afters.
And I finally found it, with Ryker Steele.
“I love you,” I whisper, and then, his lips are on mine again.