I Did Before I Do: A Tattooed Bad Boy Romance (No Regrets Ink Book 2)

by Adele Niles

  I nodded slowly. “Please?”

  “Anything you want.” He kissed down my neck, but his hands moved to my hips. He pulled down my panties and tossed them into the dark of my bedroom.

  His fingers pushed me open. The tip of one touched my clit and I shuddered, gasping. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight.

  He curled one arm under my back, supporting me as I clung to him. I slid one hand into his hair, tugging gently.

  Ryker chuckled and pushed one finger inside me.

  I gasped. I pushed my hips down on his hand, biting my lower lip.

  “Easy,” he murmured. “Let me take care of you.”

  I stilled, taking a deep breath.

  Ryker kissed my temple, working his hand inside me. Every time he shifted his fingers, I moaned again. He worked another inside me and I moaned louder.

  I was going crazy. I couldn’t believe I’d waited so long for this.

  His fingers moved inside me, spreading apart. I rocked my hips again. “Please,” I begged. “I’m…I’m really, really close.”

  “Already?” He grinned, moving just a little faster.

  I threw my head back over his arm, gasping. My legs trembled.

  He didn’t stop moving. Even as I shook and scratched at his arm, he kept working me through my orgasm.

  I sagged against his chest, shaking as the aftershocks rolled through me.

  “Do we need to stop?” Ryker asked.

  I shook my head. “I want it. I want you.”

  He nodded and kissed the top of my head. “Lie back. I’ll grab a condom.”

  I shifted out of his arms and lay back on the bed, legs spread already. He rolled off the bed, digging in his jeans. A few seconds later he was back with a condom, already unwrapped.

  He rolled it on to his dick and climbed into bed with me. Slowly, he ran his hands over my thighs. I shivered again.

  He pushed against me, slowly, watching my face. I looked back at him, mouth open. It felt so. Fucking. Good. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I was already panting.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  I blinked up at him, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good.”

  “Okay.” He nodded. “Tell me if you need me to slow down.”

  “I think I’ll be fine.”

  He smiled back. “All right.”

  And then he started to move.

  I saw stars.

  Nothing had prepared me for how good it would feel to give it up, to finally be with a man. He felt huge inside me, and every time he moved, my body reacted with a wave of pleasure.

  I came again, shaking and scratching at his back, moaning his name.

  Ryker leaned down and kissed me, still moving.

  His breathing was coming harder, faster. I could feel tension building in his body, ready to snap.

  I wanted it, wanted it so bad.

  I wanted to feel him finish inside me.

  His thrusts started to lose their rhythm, turning into an erratic movement that still felt incredible. He pulled back from the kiss, grunting softly.

  The pleasure was building inside me, too, hot and bright and better than I could have dreamed of.

  When he came, he threw his head back, groaning quietly. He stilled inside me, buried deep in me, flexing his hips forward just a little. I cried out his name, tightening my shaking legs around his waist and trying to pull him closer.

  We lay there, still, panting against each other.

  Ryker spoke first.

  “So?” he asked quietly, tilting his head and kissing my neck.

  “That was incredible.”

  He lifted his head to look at me, pushing hair out of my face. “You don’t regret it or anything, right?”

  I shook my head. “No. I needed that. Bad.”

  He smiled and kissed me one more time. Slowly, he sat up, tilting his hips to pull out.

  I missed his cock already.

  “I’ll be back,” he said. “Gonna clean up. I’ll get you a towel.”

  “Okay.” I nodded.

  He left and came back quickly. We cleaned up a little, and he climbed back into bed beside me.

  “Tired?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Exhausted.”

  “Then go to sleep.” He wrapped one arm around my shoulders, holding me close.

  I turned toward him, tucking my head under his chin, and closed my eyes.

  Chapter Twenty

  Ryker

  The alarm going off wasn’t mine, but it was all right.

  I needed to get moving, anyway. Daisy had been home alone all night and needed breakfast before I went to work.

  But Sydney looked so beautiful next to me, starting to stir at the sound of her alarm.

  I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

  “Mm…hey.” She smiled up at me.

  “Hey.” I put my hand on her hip, running it up and down her side.

  Sydney moaned, her eyes drifting closed again. “Mm, we can’t.”

  “No?”

  “No.” She sighed. “I gotta go to work. So do you.”

  She was right, but hey, my hours were flexible. I was sure I could convince her. I just needed a minute.

  “You still feel good about last night?” I asked.

  “Yeah.” She let out a dreamy little sigh. “Real good.”

  “No regrets?”

  “No.” She sat up slowly, stretching, then batted my hand away as I reached for her. “I only wish I hadn’t waited. I wish I hadn’t let Mark talk me into waiting.” She laughed, shaking her head. “I mean, you know, I spent so long thinking that I had to wait until I was married, and I didn’t. Not at all. I should have done this a long time ago.” She laughed, shaking her head.

  Good. I was glad she was happy.

  I shifted closer, wrapping my arms around her. She leaned back against my chest, sighing.

  “You know, I did that once, too. Tried to do what someone I loved wanted. And it didn’t work out for me, either.”

  “Really?” Sydney tilted her head to look up at me.

  I nodded. “Yeah. Mine was a case of ‘too little, too late,’ but still.”

  She made a little humming sound before reaching up to touch my face. “But, you know, all the shit that we put up with, it got us here.”

  “It did.” I squeezed her tighter. She laughed softly, turning in my arms.

  She rose up on her knees and kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

  I slid my hands down, cupping the cheeks of her ass.

  She looked at me for a moment, smiling, and kissed me again.

  No protests this time. Good.

  I held her close, kissing her slowly. It was gentle—not my usual style at all, but it felt right.

  It kinda reminded me of when I’d been with Bay, but different. Better.

  It was what we both needed. To slow down, take this nice and easy and enjoy it.

  Sydney rested her hands on my shoulders, shifting closer to me. She straddled my hips.

  My hard-on was pressed against her stomach. I knew she could feel it, especially when she moved just a little, making me gasp.

  “I guess I can be a little late this morning,” she murmured, her lips moving against mine.

  “I’ll make it worth your while.”

  “Promise?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Okay.”

  I turned us over, putting her on the mattress. I let her go and slid down the bed, looking up at her as I positioned myself between her legs.

  “What are you—”

  I cut her off as I ran my tongue over her, between her lips.

  She gasped. “Oh, my fucking god!”

  That was the reaction I wanted. She dropped back against the mattress, her legs draped over my shoulders. She reached one hand out, grabbing hold of my hair, but didn’t pull—just held on tight.

  Her moans were all the encouragement I needed. I worked carefully, focusing on what made her gasp and whimp
er and doing it again, and again, and again, until her legs were shaking. Her heels dug into my ribs and she squealed, shaking with orgasm.

  Perfect.

  I lifted my head and smiled at her, already grabbing another condom out of my wallet. I rolled it on, looking at Sydney for a moment. She had the most blissful smile on her face.

  It made my chest feel warm. I was already crazy about this girl.

  I crawled back between her legs, touching her thigh. She turned her head toward me, still with that look of contentment.

  “You want it?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” she said softly. She pushed herself up on her elbows, looking at me, then held one arm out.

  I leaned into her. She curled her arm around my neck, and I sat up, pulling her with me. She shifted into my lap and raised up on her knees.

  Her fingers wrapped around my cock, and I groaned.

  “That’s nice,” I mumbled.

  She gave me a slow stroke, then shifted, holding me in place as she moved. She was so fucking tight around me, and hot, and dripping wet.

  I had never been so turned on in my life.

  “Sydney.” I wrapped my arms around her, holding her closer. She placed her hands on my chest, sinking down slowly. “Fuck, Syd…”

  “That’s what I’m doing.”

  I opened my eyes and looked at her. The mischievous spark in her eyes was sexier than she could’ve known.

  She raised herself up, and I shifted my hips. We both moved, meeting each other again.

  Sydney slid her arms around my neck, leaning close and kissing me.

  I hadn’t had sex that felt like this in years. It was more than just a good fuck— there was feeling here, something deeper than physical attraction.

  I wasn’t complaining at all.

  And she was confident, too. It only took a few strokes for her to fall into an easy pace, kissing me hard and moaning against my mouth. I held her, keeping her balanced, and rocked my hips up toward hers every time she sank down on me.

  I only pulled back from the kiss when I felt my balls tightening, getting closer. I panted softly, moving one hand to her chin.

  I wanted her to look at me as we came.

  She opened her eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, hair a mess, and she was losing her rhythm. I knew she was just as close as me.

  Hers broke first. She cried out, dropping down on to me and grinding her hips on mine. I held her tight, thrusting into her as much as I could.

  My vision went white, and I gripped her hips so tight I was sure I’d leave bruises.

  And then we were done, holding each other and breathing hard, sharing quick kisses.

  “I gotta get home and then go to work,” I said.

  “Mm-hmm.” Sydney pressed her forehead to mine.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah. I’m good. Great. Fucking wonderful.”

  “Good.” I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

  She lifted off of me, falling back into bed. “I gotta rest,” she said with a sigh. “Can we get together later?”

  I nodded, grabbing the towel we’d used last night. I’d give her a fresh one, but this worked for now. “Of course. Just text me.”

  “I will.”

  I kissed her one more time. “I’m counting on it.”

  * * * * *

  I made it home a little later, where I showered and changed. Daisy was happy to see me, following me around the house—including into the bathroom, where she lay on the shower mat as I bathed.

  After showering and going into the kitchen to feed her, I crouched down, petting her while she ate her breakfast. “I’m feeling pretty good, Daisy. You won’t be mad if I start bringing a girl around again, right?”

  She looked up at me, huffed, and went back to her breakfast.

  “I just think it’s time. You know? It’s been a while since Bay was around, and, well, I really like Sydney. I think you’ll like her, too.”

  Daisy finished eating but continued to lick her bowl for a few more minutes.

  “I think I’m about ready to move on. And I think she’s the right girl, at least for now.”

  Daisy finally looked up. She laid her head on my shoulder. I chose to take it as a good sign.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Sydney

  I sat in my bed, wrapped in a towel. Ryker was already gone.

  I missed him already.

  I was already late to work, but…what if I just didn’t go?

  I smiled and picked up my phone, calling Maggie.

  “Hey, Sydney, you okay?” She sounded worried. I felt a little guilty for making her worry about me, but didn’t regret it enough to go in today.

  I took a deep breath and lowered my voice, making it sound just a little rough. “Maggie, hey. Um, I’m not gonna make it in today. I’ve been throwing up all morning.”

  “Oh! Oh, no, okay.” I could picture Maggie nodding vigorously as she spoke. “Okay. You stay home and take care of yourself. Drink lots of water, okay?”

  “I will.” I nodded. “I’ll be back on Monday, okay?”

  “Okay! I’ll let everybody know. Feel better!”

  “Thanks, Maggie. Bye.”

  I hung up the phone and leaned back on my bed.

  I’d had sex.

  With Ryker.

  And it had been amazing.

  Why had I waited so long to let it happen? I shouldn’t have let Mark control me. I shouldn’t have wasted so much time on him.

  But that was in the past now, and I had so much to look forward to. Like getting together with Ryker again. Tonight, I hoped. Maybe I’d get to see his place soon.

  I closed my eyes. My sheets still smelled like him. I felt hot again, ready for more.

  I thought about BOB, tucked in my nightstand, but it wouldn’t do the trick this time.

  I needed the real thing.

  Again.

  Now, ideally, but Ryker was at work.

  I’d just have to wait until I could get him alone.

  * * * * *

  I walked into Bakeology right as they were closing. I passed Lora on the sidewalk; we said hello, but she had to get home, so I didn’t keep her.

  Kenzie was still inside.

  “Hey!” I called as I came in.

  She looked up and smiled. “Sydney, hey!” She took a second, looking me over. “You look cute! Skipping work today, huh?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. Personal day. You know.” I leaned on the counter. “I know you’re closed, but do you have anything left? I could go for something sweet.”

  “I’ve got rum cupcakes and poppy seed muffins. Either of those sound appealing?” She gestured to the two trays still left in the case.

  I paid her for a cupcake and smiled. “Thanks! This is perfect!”

  Kenzie laughed. “You’re chipper today. What’s going on? You’re pretty happy, but not usually this outwardly cheerful.”

  I bit my lip. “I…well…you know.”

  “What?” She leaned on the counter, grinning at me.

  She was going to make me say it.

  “Finally, I did it. Before I said, ‘I do.’”

  “Sydney!” She grinned and leaned over the counter, hugging me tight.

  I hugged her back, holding the cupcake carefully so I wouldn’t get frosting on her.

  “I’m so happy,” she said. “Who? Somebody from work?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “It was Ryker.”

  “Ryker?” She jerked back, brows furrowed as she looked at me. She sounded mad when she said, “Are you serious?”

  I blinked. Why was she angry about this? “Well, yeah. It was great.”

  “Sydney, we’ve talked about him! What he’s like.”

  “Yeah, but…I don’t think you know him that well.” I frowned at her. “He’s wonderful. He’s sweet. And he was so gentle. He knew it was my first time, and he made it all about me.” I blushed with the memory.

  “Okay. What happened after? Did he just leave?
”

  “No. He stayed until this morning. We had sex again.”

  Kenzie sighed. “I just… He worries me, Sydney. That he’s going to hurt you.”

  “He won’t. Last night was so hot, Kenzie. And this morning, it was…it was different.” I hesitated, shrugging. “I dunno. Like in a movie. Where it’s romantic and passionate and perfect.”

  Kenzie’s expression softened a little. She sighed and straightened up, gesturing to a table nearby. “Sit down and eat your cupcake. I’m almost done here, and then we’re going out.”

  “Where are we going?”

  “We’re going to go have some drinks.”

  “Why? Kenzie, if you’re going to tell me not to see him—”

  She shook her head, holding one hand up to stop me. “Not at all. I’m going to take you out to celebrate. Okay?”

  I smiled at that. “Okay. Yeah. That sounds great, Kenzie. Thank you.”

  “Of course.” She grinned, then turned away to finish closing up the shop.

  I sat back, eating my cupcake slowly. It was delicious and exactly what I wanted.

  Until I could see Ryker again, at least.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Ryker

  The guy in my chair was acting like a champ.

  He’d been here for a few hours already, sitting calmly while I did the color and shading on his chest piece. We chatted while I worked—or rather, he chatted, since it seemed to be helping with his nerves. He was sitting still but had a white-knuckle grip on the chair, his jaw clenched from the pain.

  I was glad he was mostly just talking at me, though. It gave me a little room to not pay attention.

  All I could think about was Sydney.

  I’d been with a lot of women since Bay, but none of them had gotten under my skin the way Sydney had. Every time I shut my eyes, I could see the way she’d looked this morning—spread out on her bed, looking up at me like she’d never needed anything more. Even after a shower, I kept thinking I could smell her on my skin. When I licked my lips, I tasted her.

  I couldn’t wait until tonight.

  We hadn’t made plans yet, but if she didn’t text me by the time I was done with this appointment, I was going to text her.

  And as I was thinking that thought, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

  It had to be her—the only other people who texted me were all in the shop.