Chapter 42
Chapter Forty-Two
Ripping open the door of the truck, Ryker grabs my jacket off the road and gives my ass a playful pat, urging me inside. “Keep an eye out,” he says, climbing in after me and turning over the engine. “I’m about to break every speed limit in Deadwood so we can finish what we started, and the last thing we need is to get pulled over.”
Unconcerned by the last few people we saw leaving the party, I place my hand over his on the shifter. “Why do we have to go anywhere?”
“What do you mean—” Ryker quirks a brow, then widens his eyes when I lay down on the seat, shifting my hair to the side to take his dick between my lips. His body shudders, hand automatically threading back into the hair at the nape of my neck.
“Jesus, fuck . How are you so good at this already?” He thrusts into my mouth, panting as I flatten my tongue and take him deeper. With a groan, he increases the pressure on my head, gently forcing me farther down his cock. “God, yes . Just like that, Princess. Keep going. Fuck .”
My cheeks flush with heat and my core throbs. Ryker controlling the motion of my mouth is one of the sexiest feelings ever. But there’s something about his fierce grip on my scalp, his slow movements, and the way his body trembles beneath mine that’s almost too controlled—like he’s struggling to restrain himself.
My brows furrow, and I’m about to ask him to stop holding back when he stills.
“ Shit ,” he grunts, already breathless. “Someone’s coming over. He’s still a ways off but— Fuck. I think it’s Kane.”
My eyes bug out of their sockets, and I scramble to sit up, but Ryker’s devilish grin stops me dead in my tracks. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” he all but growls, sending an electric thrill up my spine.
Unable to keep the smile from my lips, I sink as low as possible, resting the side of my head against his stomach so that I’m looking at the steering wheel and face-to-face with his raging hard-on. Without his hand guiding me, I have a little more room to explore, so I grip his thigh and tentatively lick up the length of his shaft, mapping each ridge and groove before taking the tip of him into my mouth.
He sighs, nails scraping against my scalp as he slides his fingers into my hair. I bob up and down, and when I reach the crown of his cock again, I swirl my tongue, reveling in his breathless moans.
“ Fuck , that feels good. Don’t stop,” he groans, filling my chest with a pleasant warmth.
I shiver when Ryker leans over and slowly inches my skirt up around my waist. Mouth full but needing him to touch me, I whimper and wiggle my hips, doing everything I can to encourage him to keep going. Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long before he’s tracing the thin fabric of my thong between my ass all the way to the apex of my thighs. I moan around his shaft when he grazes my clit, and then he roughly shoves my underwear aside and plunges two fingers into my soaked pussy.
I gasp and grind against his hand, each movement impaling my mouth on his dick as I chase the rapturous sensation between my thighs while struggling not to choke on him.
“That’s it, Princess, take my cock down your throat,” he grunts, thrusting against my tongue in time with the fingers he’s sliding in and out of me. “Show me what a little slut you are.”
My pussy clenches around him, his filthy words flooding my entire body with heat. Okay…slight degradation kink officially unlocked, along with an insatiable desire to do exactly as he asked.
Jesus . Why is this so hot? The feel of Ryker in my mouth. Those little gasps and moans he makes when I do something he really likes. It’s enough for anyone to lose their mind to lust. If I thought my jaw could take it, I’d do this all day without any care for who saw us.
Hollowing my cheeks, I flick my tongue again, paying special attention to the divot where Ryker’s shaft meets the head of his cock, and delighting in the way he abruptly pumps into my mouth in response, like his control is finally slipping.
But then he stills.
“Fucking hell. It’s definitely my goddamn brother out there,” he says, voice strained as I continue to bob up and down. “I’m going to roll down the window. I don’t want you to stop and I don’t want you to be quiet. Fuck —” He uses the hand on my head to force me into a slower pace before taking a deep, shuddering breath. “I need Kane to understand who you belong to. I want him to know you’re in here with my cock in your mouth and my fingers in your perfect, wet cunt…”
Holy shit . My pussy throbs, flooding my thighs with moisture.
“Do you understand me, Willa?”
“ Mm-hmm ,” I reply, lips still stretched around him and absolutely loving the way his body quakes in response to the vibration of my muffled voice.
“Fucking hell ,” Ryker says under his breath, fingers sliding out of my pussy when he sits up straighter. My head jostles slightly as he cranks open the window, and then the sound of crickets chirping and boots crunching through the nearby grass pours inside the truck.
“What do you want, Kane?” Ryker barks, continuing to guide my head up and down his cock. “Don’t you have people to brainwash or creepy notes to leave inside someone’s house? ”
“You’re such an asshole,” his half brother says, his casual, modern tone shattering the numinous facade he normally tries so hard to keep in place. Honestly, it’s the first time he’s ever sounded like the twenty-three-year-old he really is.
My heart races. Judging by the volume of Kane’s voice, he can’t be more than a few feet from the window. While I don’t know if he can see me or not, I really don’t care. This guy broke into my house and I’m fairly positive he has something to do with why Isabel is bailing on me for school.
There’s also a sick part of me that wants someone to see me like this—to bear witness to Willa Dunn actually living her life instead of just letting it happen around her.
Emboldened, I increase the suction of my mouth, delighting in the hint of salty precum on my tongue and the sharp intake of air from Ryker.
“Say what you came here to say, Kane,” he grits out, pushing my head down a bit too quickly as he slams into the back of my throat. My eyes water as I struggle not to cough.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Kane hisses, but there’s a note of confusion tacked on to the anger.
“What’s wrong with me ?” Ryker lets go of a humorless laugh. “You’re kidding, right? I’ve been trying to give you the benefit of the doubt here, but did you seriously break into the Dunn’s house the day after I left town? What the actual fuck?”
Ryker’s body tenses, the contraction of his arm forcing his cock deeper down my throat until my eyes are watering and I have to tap his thigh to remind him I’m still down here. He immediately eases up, allowing me to take a single breath before resuming his previous pace. My belly coils and heats when he subtly leans over and dips his fingers back inside my pussy in what feels like an apology for being too rough—which is unnecessary because I love the way he’s using my mouth.
“I’ve done no such thing,” Kane replies, his lofty, pious tone firmly back in place.
“ Bullshit ,” Ryker says through gritted teeth as he drags his fingers across my scalp. “Did you come here for a reason? I’m sort of in the middle of something right now.” One hand still in my hair, he teases my clit with the other, forcing me to moan around his cock as pleasure ripples up my spine.
Ryker curses, thrusting his hips at the same time he pushes my head down. My nose smashes into his hip and I gag— very audibly.
Kane goes suspiciously quiet, and even though I can’t see him, I imagine his eye twitching before he says, “I saw you leave with Willa. Where is she?”
“Right here.” Ryker slips a finger under my chin, guiding me off his cock with a trail of spit still connecting the crown of his dick to my swollen lips.
Kane’s eyes lock on mine as I sit up, a murderous shadow crossing over his features as his brother wipes the drool from my chin. Then Ryker surprises the hell out of me by capturing my mouth with his. The kiss is hungry, possessive and claiming… I lose myself in the feeling and fuse my lips with his.
When he pulls away, I’m breathless and so dizzy that I have to brace myself with one hand on his chest and the other in his lap to keep from falling over.
“I’ll be done with Kane in a minute, Princess. Then we can pick up where we left off,” he says, rubbing his thumb back and forth on my hip as he tucks me against his side.
I feel Kane’s resulting rage burning a hole in my cheek, but I couldn’t care less.
“I thought we had an agreement?” he fumes.
“We do,” Ryker responds firmly. “I signed the rental agreement , and we agreed to stay out of each other’s way. I’ll continue looking out for Charlie, and you’ll continue using those fancy public speaking skills you learned in New Mexico to save the town—or whatever the hell it is you think you’re doing. Willa’s not a part of that.”
Kane doesn’t say a word, but that doesn’t stop me from noticing the subtle shift in his posture or how his eyes narrow in the darkness .
Ryker revs the engine, silencing the nearby crickets as he moves his hand from my hip to the shifter. “If that was all you needed…”
Kane’s shadowed gaze lands on mine, hard and unrelenting while moonlight glints off his cicada bolo tie. “By all means.” He extends a palm toward the road. “Happy birthday, brother .”
After Ryker tucks himself inside his jeans, we peel out of there so fast that if he didn’t reach out an arm to stop me, I’d have impaled myself on the gearshift. My hair whips across my face, pulse pounding as we speed through the night.
That might’ve been the hottest thing ever, but there was a lot more going on in that exchange than meets the eye.
“What agreement was Kane talking about?” I ask once we’re back on the main road and his silhouette is just a speck in the rearview mirror.
“My brother has a problem with letting things go,” Ryker scoffs, grabbing a pack of cigarettes off the dash and quickly shoving one between his teeth. “Once Kane gets something in his head, he becomes obsessive.”
He brings the lighter up and then hesitates, his jaw flexing as he glances at me.
I take it from his hand, wincing when I strike the starter, but no flame appears. “And that something he’s obsessive about is ?”
With a humorless laugh, Ryker rips the unlit cigarette from his lips and tosses it out the window. “You want the truth?”
I bob my head, moths fluttering inside my stomach in nervous anticipation when he cracks a half smile that flickers in and out of view under the passing amber streetlights.
“I had a thing for you growing up,” Ryker says, and I swear a blush creeps into his cheeks. “I made the mistake of telling my brother, and he made it very clear that under no circumstances was I allowed to go after you.”
My face scrunches. “What? Why not?”
Frowning slightly, Ryker glances at me from the corner of his eye. “Kane’s always felt a weird connection to what happened to you. And since Noah and your dad would have killed me anyway, I promised him that I wouldn’t touch you… No matter how badly I wanted to.”
Warmth blossoms inside my chest. “You’ve sure got a funny way of showing a girl you’re harboring a secret soft spot for her. I mean, honestly, jump scares and crickets? How could I have resisted?”
The coy smile on his lips widens into a cocky grin. “What can I say? I guess I’ve always liked making you scream.”
My lips pull into a grin. If I’d known how he felt back then, would things be different between us now? Could we have had this—whatever this is—sooner?
The air between us is thick, and I’m finding it difficult to sort through all of the chaotic thoughts in my foggy mind except for one: I’m done wasting time. If I have to leave Deadwood without Ryker, I want to give him as much of myself as humanly possible.
“You’re awfully quiet over there,” he says, keeping his attention straight ahead as we pull up to a stop sign. “Did I take things too far by making you?—”
“You didn’t make me do anything.” I lift my skirt, grabbing his hand and placing it between my thighs so he can feel how wet I am. “If your brother really does have some sort of weird obsession with me, then hopefully seeing your dick shoved down my throat was more than enough to break it.”
An animal-like sound rumbles in his chest as he glances down, sliding his fingers over my soaked panties. “Seems like someone enjoyed having their mouth used like a fuck toy.”
I turn to face him, waiting until he meets my eye before responding. “I loved it.”
Ryker’s eyes light up, my declaration somehow casting out the dark shadows left by his brother. “Good, because I’m not even close to being done with you.”