Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Hair lashing at my cheeks, I shift uncomfortably on the wool blanket. “You showed up in the nick of time back there. You stalking me, Bennett?”
My smile is bright and playful, but he doesn’t even acknowledge that I’ve spoken as he turns us onto a dirt road. My insides shrivel. “What,” I say with a strained laugh, “no comment about how good I look on my knees this time?”
Eyes hard, he glances over at me but still doesn’t say a word.
A gust of wind kicks up the dirt in the nearby field, giving the sun a deep burnt-orange hue and filling the air with an earthy metallic scent that makes me a little queasy.
My stomach flips, and after several minutes of excruciating silence, I ask, “How’d it go with your lawyer?”
“Not great.” He grinds his teeth, apparently annoyed with my constant questions, but at least he responded.
“Why, what hap?—”
He slams on the brakes, barely shooting out a hand in time to keep me from banging my head against the dashboard.
“Can you stop talking for a fucking second?” he huffs, roughly dragging his fingers through his hair. “I’ve had a shit fucking day. I’m a shit fucking friend. And it’s taking all my willpower not to bend you over my knee and punish that perfect little ass of yours for not telling me that someone broke into your goddamn house. For making me lie to Noah…”
Biting his lip, he grunts and hits the steering wheel.
Sounds like we’ve both had a shit day, and while he’s not responsible for mine, I’m partially to blame for his. My pulse kicks up a notch, heat pooling between my legs as an idea takes root.
“Would that make you feel better?” I ask, surprised by my boldness as I rise onto my knees and slowly inch my skirt up.
“Would what make me feel better?” Ryker growls, sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of my see-through lace thong. A second later, he’s scooting to the middle of the bench seat, jaw hard as he uses his calloused palm to slide the denim up and over my hip until it’s bunched around my waist.
Eyes zeroed on my barely covered pussy, his chest rumbles—the sound so similar to a predator zeroing in on prey that it makes my belly quiver.
Leaving my skirt hiked up, I crawl forward, draping myself across his lap with my ass in the air. “Last night, you risked your position at the police academy to go after Cooper for me. I also asked you to lie to your best friend and shoved you out the window like a dirty secret,” I rasp, looking over my shoulder at him. “What are you gonna do about it?”
With a dangerously low growl, he slides his palm up the back of my thigh, stopping right below the crease where my butt meets my leg.
Shivers pebble across my exposed skin and knots coil in my stomach.
“You want to know what I’m going to do about it?” His hand lifts, and before I can rethink this brazen decision, his palm strikes my ass with a loud smack.
I gasp as the warm sting spreads through my body .
“Is this what you wanted, Princess?” he asks, chest rising and falling in quick succession.
I nod, unable to form words as an intoxicating heat courses through my veins like a drug. He smacks my ass again, the sharp bite untwisting those tightly coiled knots in my stomach until I’m putty in his lap. All thoughts of the secrets Noah and Dad are keeping, of Isabel’s awkwardness, even my hurt over Cooper’s stupid comments about my truck and my scars slowly melt away.
“Do it again,” I mewl. “Please.”
Ryker’s hard cock presses into my stomach, twitching beneath his jeans. “ Fuck ,” he groans, hand coming down hard over and over again until I’m a whimpering mess and the pulse between my thighs is so wild it demands attention.
God, what is he doing to me? And why do I hope he never stops?
He spanks me again, the loud crack echoing through the truck and out into the adjacent field. A soft moan escapes my lips, and I squeeze my legs together, desperate for more friction between them.
He growls, stilling his palm mid-swing and sending a rush of air sliding across the inflamed cheeks of my ass like a smooth caress.
“Arch your back and keep those pretty thighs spread for me, Princess.”
I comply, opening my legs and curving my spine until the strain is nearly unbearable. He rewards me by trailing his fingers over my pussy and giving my clit a few light slaps that have me seeing stars. My clit throbs, craving more of his touch in whatever form he’s willing to give it.
I open my legs wider, and this time when he smacks my ass, he gets my pussy too, sending molten waves of heat coursing through my belly. My brain goes numb as he does it again and again, praising me with each swipe of his hand.
“Look at you, taking your punishment like such a good fucking girl.” My chest buzzes with warm contentment. “Are you going to stop keeping things from me?” Ryker asks, dipping his fingers between my legs, teasing me with painstakingly slow circles around my clit.
“ Yes ,” I gasp, already so close to coming I can barely keep my eyes open.
He hums appreciatively and spanks me again, the momentum of his palm propelling me a few inches forward so that my clit is now pressed against his knee.
I squirm and electricity shoots up my spine like a bolt of lightning across a stormy sky.
Oh God… I’m almost there.
“Ryker,” I whine, desperate for more. “ Please .”
“You’re about to come, aren’t you?” His voice is low and full of dark amusement that only heightens my arousal.
I nod, tears threatening to spill from my eyes with the intensity of my need for him. One more touch and I’ll?—
Ryker removes his hands from my body entirely. “Are you leaving Deadwood?”
“What?” I try to look back at him, but he spanks me so hard all I can do is close my eyes tightly, my insides fluttering.
“Number two on your fucking list,” he growls. “It said to tell your dad and Noah that you want to leave Deadwood. I’d like to know where the hell you think you’re going.”
Holy shit .
He’s the one who found my bucket list?
I barely have time to react before two hands trail up the inside of my leg—one inching my thighs further apart while the other slides my underwear to the side.
I clench, waiting for the relief of his touch, but it never comes.
“I asked you a question, Princess ,” he says, voice seductive and threateningly low as he drags a knuckle down my center, teasing the swollen lips of my pussy while avoiding my clit entirely.
“Austin! I’m moving to Austin to go to UT,” I cry out, arching my back and wiggling my hips to bring him closer to where I so desperately need his touch. Jesus, it’s like he’s turned me into a needy monster. I’d say anything, do anything to have his fingers inside me—for him to bring me to the edge…
Ryker stills and then, in one fluid motion, he’s flipping me over and taking my jaw into his large hand. “ When ?” he demands, tone full of gravel and smoke.
I stare up at him, my heart beating so fast it feels like it’ll explode. “Orientation is in less than two weeks. The Sunday after next,” I pant as he holds me in place.
Ryker’s eyes widen, his mouth forming into a tight line. “And I start the fucking academy on Monday…” His grip becomes crushing. “I want those two weeks. But if I can’t have that, I want every damn second you’ll give me,” he growls.
I search his stony face, unsure exactly what he means but wanting to give it to him just the same.
“They’re all yours,” I whisper.
Gaze locked on mine, he trails his thumb across my bottom lip before forging a slow path down my sternum and over my stomach, then lower until he’s cupping me between my legs. “I want this pussy too.”
Pulse pounding in my ears, my belly flutters. “It’s yours.”
“Damn right it is.” His chest rumbles with approval. “Take off your underwear so I can taste what’s mine.”
Holy hell, that’s hot . Hands shaking, I slide backward off Ryker’s lap into the driver’s seat and shimmy out of my thong as he kicks open the passenger door. I let out a squeal when he grabs my boots and drags me across the seat. At the last second, I grip the steering wheel with both hands, baring myself to him entirely.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Ryker says, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he crouches over and slides his palms beneath my hips. I shiver when his nose trails up my inner thigh. He kisses and licks his way north until his tongue meets my center, and I let out a sound I’ve never made before—carnal, needy, and half feral.
My head tilts back as he licks again and again, increasing the pressure on my clit with each stroke until I go still, lungs emptying on a gasp while my belly floods with heat. Unable to stop myself, I writhe against his lips and tongue, still holding on to the steering wheel like my life depends on it.
“Fucking hell, you taste like heaven,” Ryker pants, shoving my knees further apart to lap up every ounce of the wetness he wrung out of me with the spanking.
A bolt of pleasure shoots through me, and I nearly lose my grip on the wheel.
God, I want to run my fingers through his hair and draw him closer, but even though Ryker let me touch him yesterday, I don’t want to push him too far. Especially when he said he needs to be able to move his head.
With only his bright green eyes visible above the mound of my pussy, he glances up at me while his tongue continues to work my swollen clit, brow furrowing when he notices my hands over my head on the wheel. With a growl, he abruptly rises to his feet, pushing his hips between my legs and leaning over to reach for the bandana around my neck.
Body aching with the sudden loss of his heat on my clit, I whimper as the lemony scent of the bandana swirls around me. Then my wrists are pinned together and Ryker’s using the worn red cloth to tie them to the steering wheel.
“You like putting yourself at my mercy, Princess?” he asks darkly, tugging on the bandana to see if it’s secure.
Hands above my head, I nod, heart racing as I pull against the restraint to see if it’ll slip. It doesn’t. I yank harder, a mixture of nerves and excitement causing my stomach to corkscrew and tremble.
Ryker grins, quirking a brow. “Do you want me to untie you?”
I immediately shake my head, unable to verbalize how the loss of control has molten exhilaration coursing through my bloodstream, heightening all my senses.
“Good, because you look so goddamn beautiful like this.” He slowly inches up my shirt to expose my thin bra, pinching my peaked nipples through the fabric.
My pussy clenches and I moan, grinding my hips against nothing. He leans forward and kisses my belly before dropping down to bite my inner thigh, not quite hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough that the pain travels straight to my throbbing center.
I whimper and then gasp when he wraps his mouth around my clit, flicking his tongue until every inch of my skin is tingling. I’m already close again, still teetering on the edge from the spanking.
“ Ryker ,” I whine, and thankfully he keeps going, sliding his hands under my ass and feasting on me with long, delicious strokes.
I buck my hips, chasing the rippling warmth spreading from my center into my legs. It feels so good, too good , so much so that I’m writhing uncontrollably while my cowboy boots dig into the dashboard and the bench seat. That doesn’t deter him, though. He just pins my hips and keeps at it, adding two fingers that send me careening straight into an orgasm with such force it blurs my vision.
My whole body is spasming, but he keeps sucking my clit and pumping his fingers, drawing out the ecstasy. I can’t breathe. I can barely see as I’m tossed about in the eye of the storm. All I know for sure is that rain-soaked pine and the sweet-and-salty scent of Ryker’s sweat is everywhere— h e is everywhere, the low groan of his approval seeping into every corner of my being.
“Fuck,” he says once my body finally stops quivering. He slides both hands up and down my inner thighs until one moves to the very obvious bulge in his jeans. I bite my lip when he reaches down to adjust himself, shifting his length to the side so it rests against his thigh before stroking himself over the denim.
My mouth salivates. I want his cock. I want him to feel as good as I do, and I want him to fuck me right here in the middle of this road where anyone could drive by and see.
Jesus. What’s gotten into me? Was this depravity always lurking beneath the surface? Or is this just what Ryker does to me…
Still stroking himself, he leans forward, his hot breath ghosting over my soaked center. “Less than two fucking weeks and I’m not even here for half of it…” Squeezing my inner thigh, he shakes his head. “It’s not enough time. I want to paint you with my fucking cum. Brand myself on your goddamned soul.”
“Ry— Ryker,” I pant, volts of electricity shooting up my spine as he draws my clit into his mouth once again. “Oh, God. Please, don’t stop.”
He looks up from between my legs, pulling away just long enough to say, “I fucking love it when you beg, Princess,” before diving right back in.