Chapter 16 #2
I reared my head back, struck by his statement. Anyone with taste could see what I chose was way better than what he had. But more than that, he had a nerve to tell me what I should and shouldn’t do.
“You want the honest truth?” I shot back. “Bought it when I was mad at you. You want to talk about things you shouldn’t fuckin’ do? Let’s talk about Cherry.”
“What about her?” he asked with a flippant shrug.
My eyebrows shot up my forehead.
“Wha—are you joking? At least when I screwed up, I did something that would benefit us both,” I argued, tossing a hand out toward the couch. “Why’d you fuck her?”
“I didn’t—”
I fought the urge to stomp my foot, but I couldn’t prevent my eye roll. “Whatever!” I interjected. “Why’d you go looking for her at all?”
“I didn’t,” he spat, crumpling the shipping receipt he still held in his hand before tossing it onto the floor. “Fuckin’ hell—went to the clubhouse to get away from you. Didn’t go lookin’ for her. She was there. Simple as that.”
His words landed like slap across the face. I lost my balance a little, his honesty catching me off guard. “To get away from me,” I whispered, taking a stunned step back.
“I panicked. Is that what you want to hear?” he asked as he took a step toward me, forcing me to look up into his eyes.
It was a rhetorical question, but I felt my answer in the strength of my pulse. As he took another step toward me, I breathed him in—the musk of his sweat bringing out his earthy scent. There was something raw and uninhibited about his admission, and I wanted it. All of it.
The ugly truth.
This Wild Stallion.
Riley Wells.
My husband.
“I didn’t plan on you, Lyla. Three years.
Three fuckin’ years I spent in a cage, plotting my vengeance.
I had back up plans, contingency plans, and an escape route mapped out if it all went to shit.
Gettin’ married three days after I earned my freedom was not on my list. Forkin’ out the cash for a house remodel wasn’t, either. ”
“You think I dreamed all this up?” I cried. “I didn’t plan on you either, Riley—but here we are. You got me!”
I held up my left hand, showing off my ring for good measure.
He immediately batted my fingers away, took another step toward me, grabbed me behind my neck and muttered, “Fuckin’ right, I do.”
And then he kissed me.
I gasped in surprise, and he took advantage.
Using his tongue, he parted my lips open fully.
That was all it took.
One taste of him, and my memories were set ablaze.
Our first night.
Our courthouse kiss.
‘Hey, angel. You good?’
This. He was who I wanted.
On a moan, I pressed up onto my tiptoes, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as I tangled my tongue with his.
This kiss wasn’t gentle.
It wasn’t curious.
It wasn’t two strangers caught up in the heat of the moment.
It wasn’t a groom kissing his bride.
It paled in comparison to all of that.
It was teeth and tongue.
It was wet and merciless.
It was angry and urgent.
It was fire and ice and sexy as hell.
It turned me on so fast I could hardly keep up.
His grip around the back of my neck tightened as his other hand slid down over my ass. He palmed one cheek, pressing me further into him, and I felt his hardening length against my lower abdomen. Instinctively, I rolled my hips, showing him what I wanted—what I ached for.
He didn’t disappoint.
I lost his hand at my neck as he wrapped his arm around my waist and hoisted me off my feet with ease.
He didn’t have to tell me to wrap my legs around his hips, I just did it.
He then slipped his opposite hand into my sleep shorts, over my ass and between my legs, reaching for my center.
He found what he was after as if he’d been there a million times.
My arms tightened around him, I opened my mouth wider, kissing him deeper, moaning unabashedly as he slid his fingers across my wet entrance.
“Want to fuck you,” he spoke into my mouth.
“Yes. Do it,” I breathed.
For a second, I wondered if I sounded desperate.
Then I lost his fingers, he dropped me down onto the new couch, and the next thing I knew, my tank was gone.
I no longer cared if I sounded desperate.
He tugged at my shorts, and I lifted my hips in assistance. As soon as my ankles were free, he dropped the garment, freed his dick, and rammed into me bare.
Holy hell—it felt like a dream.
Hitching my knees on either side of his hips, I grabbed hold of his shoulders, arched my back, and closed my eyes, wanting to get lost in our passion.
“Yes,” I breathed as he began to ride me. “Oh, yes!”
“Look at me, angel. Open those eyes and watch me fuck you.”
My eyes shot open and instantly found his.
There it was again.
Angel.
I didn’t get a chance to read into what it meant, because no sooner had my eyes found his than he had one of his hands underneath my knee, forcing my leg back as he rolled his hips just right, taking me deeper.
“Oh, shit, yes.”
The words spilled out of me of their own accord, my pleasure robbing me of a filter.
He sped up, grunting as he pounded into me, making me ache in the best possible way, forcing me to the brink. It was all happening so fast, it felt completely unstoppable.
When my orgasm began to catch, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to handle it.
His hands on me.
His cock in me.
His eyes never leaving mine.
“Ri—oh, Riley, I’m gonna come. Oh, shit.”
I paused on a whimper, lost in his stare, enraptured by the sensation of his skin against mine. The way he slid in and out of me—our friction hot, and slick, and perfect—it was better than I remembered. Way better.
“Baby, I’m gonna come.”
“You on the pill?” he grunted, sounding as breathless as I was.
I nodded, not capable of much else as I tried to hold on a second longer.
This was apparently answer enough.
Satisfied with my response, he took my other leg, spread me open and fucked me hard.
It. Was. Glorious.
I totally lost it.
My orgasm ripped through me with such force, my entire body shook.
Then, before it was over, he brought a thumb to my clit and rocked my world.
I threw my arms over my head, searching for anything on which to find purchase only to encounter buttery soft suede material instead.
When that wouldn’t do, I grabbed hold of the back of his neck, bringing him closer.
And this was better.
Fuck, was it better.
Because he didn’t resist.
He followed my tug, sealed his lips with mine, and groaned as he came inside of me.
I felt his muscles tense.
I tasted his sigh.
And it was better.
Fuck, but it was better than I could imagine.
I knew he wouldn’t say it, but I was convinced he felt the same.
His lips said it all.
When he was spent, he kissed me deep and wet, and I gave as good as I got. He was still inside of me when he lifted his head enough to look into my eyes and ask, “You work today?”
“No,” I breathed with a slow shake of my head.
“Got shit to do. When I’m done doin’ it, I’m takin’ you out.”
“Like—like a date?”
He cocked an eyebrow at me and rolled his hips. “It’s gonna end with you naked and me inside you. That sound like a date?”