He slides his hand down my side and, the next thing I know, his fingers are teasing me through my pants. God, I want to rip the damn things off, but don’t want to go to jail tonight for indecent exposure. Then I definitely won’t be getting any later.
Once we’re back on the ground, Ryke grabs my hand and tugs me through the park at lightning speed.
“Babe, what are you doing? Slow down!” He doesn’t answer, clearly on a mission.
We get a couple dirty looks thrown our way as we run into a few other fairgoers. I silently apologize, but Ryke doesn’t seem to notice them. If he does, he doesn’t care.
We finally make it to his truck in the parking lot and before I climb up into my seat, he stares down at me with hooded eyes.
“Hi,” I whisper as I run my hand through his unruly hair. Since we’ve been together, he’s been letting it grow out a bit and I find it extremely sexy. It’s a good look on him.
Without responding, he devours my mouth as he lifts me from the ground. If I wasn’t already about to lose my freaking mind, I am now.
When we pull apart, we’re both gasping for air.
“What was that for?”
His chest rises and falls intensely, causing him not to be able to answer right away.
“Claire, I know that I said I wanted to take my time with you, but fuck baby. I need to be inside of you right now.”
Holy. Shit.
“Okay.”
When he pulls out of the parking lot, he drives without saying another word.
“Where are we going?” His house is a good thirty minutes from the fairgrounds and I have a feeling he isn’t willing to wait that long.
The next thing I know, we’re pulling onto an extremely bumpy gravel road.
“Uh, are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I look out the windshield, noticing we’re in the middle of nowhere.
He pulls into a driveway that sits in front of an old, red barn.
“Baby?” I say as I take in our surroundings, still not having a clue why we’re out here.
“Stay put.” His tone is demanding as he opens his door, coming around to open mine for me.
“What are you…?” Before I can finish my question, I’m being lifted from my seat, the door slamming behind me.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t wait to get you home. I know this isn’t how you imagined our first time together, but I really, really need to be inside you.
Well, damn. How can I argue with that?
38
Claire
He’s still carrying me as he walks us toward the barn. He pulls at the iron knob and the door swings open. His mouth hasn’t left mine since we got out of his truck, so I’m not sure how he hasn’t stumbled into anything.
Once we’re inside, I pull my lips away from his, looking around at the empty space. There’s literally nothing in here besides a couple stacks of hay laying in the corner. That’s where he lies me down, not pulling his eyes away from me.
“What if someone catches us out here?” I croak.
“Sweetheart, nobody is going to come out here. This used to be my dad’s land before they tore the house down. They left the barn. I promise, we’re all alone.”
At his assurance, I start working at the buttons on his shirt. Once they’re all open, I slide it down his arms before he raises them so I can lift his white t-shirt over his head. This guy is a fucking god. My breath hitches as I take in his perfect form. A small amount of hair spatters his chest, showing that he’s all man. His shoulders appear even more broad now that he’s not covered. I’ve seen the beautiful tattoos that adorn both his arms, but his chest is overwhelmingly gorgeous. Over his left pec, where his heart is, sits a Chinese symbol with a date beneath it. On his ribcage, he has an open heart that reads “bruised, not broken.” My heart leaps into my throat, thinking about this man ever being in any kind of pain.
He pulls his form-fitting jeans down his legs. He is now completely exposed to me, besides wearing his emerald boxers. They leave nothing to my imagination, making my mouth salivate.
“Come here,” I whisper up at him and he immediately leans down, once again taking my mouth into his.”
“You’re wearing a bit too much clothing, Ms. Davis,” he says as he begins to unbutton my jeans. The sound of his voice alone makes me wet all over again. I need him to hurry the hell up or I’m going to lose my damn mind if he’s not inside of me soon.
After my pants are completely off, he stares down at my crimson-colored panties. What he doesn’t know is that the bra matches. It seems to be affecting him, if the bulge in his underwear is any indication.
“Sit up, sweetheart.” He lifts me from the hay into a sitting position and pulls my shirt over my head, now showing him the upper half of my body. “My God,” he gasps. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
He lays me back down as he gently places kiss after kiss on my exposed chest and then works his way down my stomach. At first, I’m a little hesitant at the thought of being on display because my body has been through so much lately, but he quickly distracts me of any negative thoughts towards myself.
“Ryke,” I say his name in a moan as I throw my head back, desperate to have more of him.
He rubs his fingers over my panties and I nearly jump out of my skin.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart. How did you get so wet?” he asks as he looks up at me, longing in his eyes. I desperately want to grab my phone, so I can take a picture of him in this moment. Not that I could ever forget this. No man has ever worshipped my body like this before.
“You,” I groan, incapable of saying much else.
He drags his thumb along the top of my panties, slowly pulling them past my wetness. I hear him inhale a heavy breath, apparently liking what he sees.
“I knew you’d be gorgeous under all these clothes, but, fuck, sweetheart. I’m going to combust if I don’t have you now.” Oh, my God. His words are about to make me come undone.
“Then have me,” I whisper up at him as I run my hands through his dark hair. I can’t get enough of this man.
Without further invitation, he finishes pulling my panties off and tosses them onto the ground behind him. He then helps me back up so he can release my breasts from my bra. That soon joins my panties.
I start to grab for his boxers, but he beats me to it, yanking them off. I know my eyes must be bulging out of my head at the sight of his very large dick. I’m a little nervous it isn’t going to fit, but the thought leaves my mind as soon as I feel his fingers on my heat.
He slowly inserts one finger and then soon another one joins it. He’s straddling me but my ass flies off the hay at the intense contact. It’s been too damn long since I’ve been touched. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
“Baby, I really need you inside of me. Now.” Without responding, he slowly enters me and the space around us begins to spin. He pulls out, leaving only an inch of himself inside of me, but then rams his dick back in and I swear I start to see stars.
“Ryke!” I yell, knowing that if anyone drives by the barn, they’ll hear me from the road.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You feel incredible.” He kisses down my neck and then nips at my earlobe. He then finds my right breast and takes the erect nipple into his mouth, driving me further to my release. He twists the twin nipple and immediately fireworks erupt inside of me.
I’m gifted with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had, his following soon after.
“Claire,” he grunts into my shoulder as he releases himself into me.
Once we’re both dressed, I start toward the barn door, but he grabs my arm.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, noticing the worry in his eyes.
“We didn’t use a condom.” This sweet man who often acts like a badass is completely vulnerable in my hands.
I lift up on my toes to kiss him on the nose. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” I stare at him, hoping he’s okay with the fact that we didn’t use protection. We’re c
ompletely exclusive, so I don’t see why it would be a problem.
He nods his head. “Okay.” For some reason, he still looks upset. “I just don’t want you to think that I was careless with you. I swear to you, I’m clean. When we got together, I went to the doctor to make sure and everything came back good.” This man.
“Babe, I know you’d never do anything that would hurt me. I completely trust you.” I hug his middle, letting him know that I don’t think he was being thoughtless.
“Good. You mean way too much to me to ever risk ruining this.” He looks me in the eyes, seeming to have more to say to me. “I love you, Claire.”
My heart explodes. I’ve known I loved him for some time now, but I didn’t realize he felt the same.
“You do?” I hate the way my voice sounds when I ask, but I didn’t realize how serious he was about me.
He grabs my head so I’m forced to look at him. “Yes, baby. I’ve never loved anyone like this before. I don’t know what’s going to happen down the road, but I promise I’ll give you everything I can.
And…my ovaries are erupting. Again.
“I didn’t want to say it while we were having sex because I didn’t want you to think I was just saying it in the heat of the moment, but I really do, Claire.” He looks at me, trying to read my reaction. “You don’t have to say it back, but I wanted you to know.”
He swipes at the lone tear I didn’t realize had slipped from my eyes.
I sniff. “I love you too, Ryker Allen.” I wrap my arms around his neck, taking charge of our kiss this time.
When we break apart, I can see the light shining in his eyes. Neither of us has ever felt this way before and I’m going to do everything I can not to blemish our love.
39
Ryker
“Hello?” I answer without looking to see who it is, trying to keep the phone to my ear with my shoulder while I quickly put my groceries away. I invited Claire over tonight for dinner. She always says that it turns her on that I cook, so damn. Of course, I’m going to fucking cook for her. I’m guessing I’ll be rewarded for my efforts afterward.
“Hey, son.” Dad.
“Hey, is everything alright? Is Becca okay? Gail?” There has to be something wrong if he’s calling. We rarely talk. Not that we don’t have a good relationship, because we do. It’s just that neither of us care to talk on the phone. Most of our communication is when I visit him and Gail, which hasn’t been for a while.
“Did you forget your sister is pregnant?” He chuckles.
“What? No, of course not. She’s not due yet though.” I have concern in my voice. I know it can’t be good if she’s going into labor this early.
“She’s not due for another three weeks, but she’s gone into labor.” I can’t believe how fucking calm he is. This is his baby girl after all. She never could do any wrong in his eyes. I love my sister, but this always pissed me off growing up. I got in trouble for dumb shit while he always turned a blind eye on her.
“Is-is that alright?” I choke out. His tone should reassure me, but it doesn’t.
“Yeah, it’s fine. They might have to stay in the hospital a little longer than expected, but they are both fine. The little booger is just anxious to get out is all.” He laughs and I know he’s proud to become a grandfather soon. Damn. I’m going to be an uncle, too.
“Okay, well, I should be there in the next hour or so.”
“It’s okay. Take your time. Hey, why don’t you bring that girl you’ve been seeing. What’s her name? Candice?”
“Claire,” I grumble. “Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll ask her.” I don’t know if I’m ready for her to meet my family, but why the hell not?
“Hey, sweetheart,” I say when I hear her pick up on the other end.
“Hey. Are we still on for tonight? I got a new bra and panties today that I can’t wait to show you.
Well, fuck.
“Shit. You can’t say stuff like that over the phone. I can’t fucking touch you right now.”
She giggles, which makes me even harder than I already am.
“Sorry.” She’s totally not sorry.
“Anyway, my dad just called and my sister is in labor.”
“Oh, how exciting!” She exclaims. “Are you on your way to Scottsdale now?”
“No, not yet. My father wanted me to invite you to come with me.”
The line goes silent and I’m worried I’ve freaked her the hell out.
“You there, sweetheart?”
“Yeah.” She clears her throat, obviously buying herself some time before answering me. “You want me to meet your family?”
“Of course, I do. Why don’t you bring Brady too?” I’ve asked her to bring him several times to hang out with us, but she always has someone lined up to watch him. I’m not sure when she plans on letting me meet him.
“No, that’s okay. Evan and Avery were already watching him tonight anyway. I’m sure they won’t mind if I’m gone a little longer than planned.” I’m not sure what she’s afraid of. I’ve shown her time after time that I’ve changed. I’ve changed for her. I’m no longer the player that I used to be. I don’t sleep around with random women. No, she’s it for me.
“Okay.” I sigh, positive she can hear the annoyance in my voice. “I’ll be there in a bit.”
“Hey, sweetheart.” I lean over to her side of the truck to steal a kiss once she’s settled into her seat.
“Hey, Uncle Ryke.” She smiles. “Are you excited?” It’s fucking adorable how thrilled she is for me.
“Yeah, but I’m more excited to see that bra and panties you’re wearing under there.” I wave my finger up and down toward her body as I raise my eyebrows at her.
“You, Mr. Allen, need to be good.” She winks at me and props her feet up on the dashboard. If anyone else did this, I’d smack them, but she can do whatever she wants in my damn truck.
I squeeze her thigh. “Ms. Davis, how can I be good when you’re always teasing me?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “I wasn’t teasing. I really was going to show you them tonight.” She giggles.
“Was? I don’t get to see them now?” I ask, trying my best to sound offended.
“Maybe next time, mister.” She bends down to the floorboard and digs through her large purse and then pulls out her Kindle. This woman is always reading something. Not that I can blame her. I’m sure after everything Trevor put her through, she needed some way to escape.
“Do you and Brady want to stay at my house tonight?”
I’m still facing the road, but I can see out of the corner of my eye when she slowly turns her head towards me. I have a feeling I already know what the answer will be, but damn it, I’m not giving up. I’d never hurt her or her son.
“Maybe another night. I’m sure Evan and Avery will already have him in bed by the time we get back.”
“Okay.” I know I sound irritated because I fucking am. But I decide to let it go. She spends the rest of the drive reading and I try not to let this upset me. I guess she’ll bring me around her son when she’s ready.
40
Claire
We spent most of the drive to Scottsdale in uncomfortable silence. I could tell Ryke was getting annoyed at my lack of enthusiasm of him meeting Brady. Deep down, I think I know that he wouldn’t hurt us, but I just can’t let my guard down. Ryke is not the settling down type and, honestly, the last thing I should be thinking about right now is remarrying. Hell, I’m not even divorced yet.
Ryke pulls into the busy parking lot and has to drive around for several minutes before he finds a spot. Once he does, he parks the truck and then turns to me.
“Ready, sweetheart?” I can tell by his tone that I upset him earlier, but I don’t want him to worry about that right now. I want him to enjoy seeing his family and his new nephew.
I reach over and squeeze his hand. “Yeah, let’s go.”
We both climb down from the truck and he meets me behind it.
“You, Ms. Davis
, need to stop opening the door for yourself.” He leans in to kiss my cheek which makes me sigh with relief. I’m glad to know he’s not completely pissed off at me.
“I’m a big girl.” I wink at him.
He leans into my ear and breathes down my neck. “When you’re with me, I take care of you. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.” I swat his ass as he starts to walk away, not caring who sees.
“Claire, I really want to go into that hospital and see my family, but if you keep that shit up, I’ll be forced to find a bathroom and have my way with you in it.”
He goes back to walking and I shout behind him. “Is that a threat?”
He stops and turns back toward me. “No, it’s a promise. Now get your sexy ass up here with me.”
I decide to stop goading him and grab his hand.
“Are you sure you’re ready for me to meet your family?” I wasn’t surprised when he invited me because he wanted me to go to his family’s Sunday dinner last week. I had turned him down, telling him that I had plans with Sierra. I wasn’t lying, but I really was a nervous wreck, thinking about meeting them, especially in such an intimate atmosphere. I figured the hospital wasn’t a big deal, but I’m still anxious about meeting them.
Once we finally make it to the labor and delivery unit, Ryke immediately spots his family.
“They’re going to love you,” he whispers in my ear when he feels me tense beside him.
I first see a man who looks identical to Ryke, aside from a head full of salt-and-pepper hair and proof on his face that he’s up there in age. He’s really a good-looking man. I bet he looked just like Ryke when he was his age. Beside him sits a petite woman with short, red, curly hair. She seems to be a bit younger than his dad, but she’s beautiful.
“Hey, Dad. Gail.” He greets them both and then leans in to hug his stepmother.
“This is my girlfriend, Claire.”
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