by Casey Diam
“I’m going to fuck up his life before I leave if he keeps calling you like that.”
“Maybe I should just talk to him.”
“No, you shouldn’t have to again, Bunny. He’s a dick. I fucked him up at the party for a reason.”
“Bunny.” She repeated, her lips twitching. I hadn’t even realized I’d used that name. These past few minutes had felt so natural. Like nothing had changed from when we’d been friends, except kissing her of course.
“Gabby,” I amended.
Leaning down, I nuzzled her neck before kissing her lips until she was writhing beneath me. She allowed me to pull the hem of her top up and over her head, leaving her in a black bra and a string bikini.
My mouth trailed over her skin until I unclasped the back of her bra and got rid of that too. My cock strained in my boxers, becoming more painful by the second. Dipping my hand into my briefs, I stroked myself as I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.
“Ryker,” she squirmed. “Please.”
“Please what?” I kissed down the valley between her breasts, my hand skimming up between her thigh until my fingers were sliding over her center where her wetness had soaked through the fabric of her panties.
Damn.
My cock wanted in, and I wished I could just slip off my boxers and shift her panties to the side.
Dragging my teeth over her small nipple, I teased my tongue over the sensitive peak. Her thighs spread even more for me, and as my finger slipped into her underwear and came in contact with the soft, heated flesh beneath, she moaned.
Oh, fuck.
I lifted my head to watch her, lustrous black hair spread out on the bed, intense blue eyes sparkling, and pink lips swollen from my kisses. If my brain was working, I would start to wonder how we got here, but the only thing that mattered was that I didn’t want to leave.
The tip of my finger dipped into her warmth, and I teased it in and out, going a tad deeper each time.
“I don’t care if you’re leaving, Ryker,” she murmured. “I want you.”
With the way her body was responding to me, I somehow knew where she was going with that before she even said the words. And no matter how much I’d told myself before that it was a bad idea, I wanted this as much as she did. “I want to be your first.”
“Really?” She smiled, and I nodded.
After teasing her a bit longer, I grabbed a condom, and I was on her again, yanking down her panties and covering her body with mine, more turned on than I’d been my entire life. It felt as if I were going to go insane if I didn’t get inside her soon.
I didn’t know what it was.
Why I was this turned on.
Was it the feeling that she’d kind of waited for me in a sense when she could have been with anyone? Or was it that I had feelings for her, ones I’d forced myself not to acknowledge over the years?
As I kissed the sweetest lips I’d ever tasted, my patience to make this as slow and easy as possible for her was tested once more. I hooked one of her thighs around my hips and rocked into her, allowing my cock to massage her.
I’d barely gotten started when she stiffened and vibrated beneath me in a gasp.
Holy crap.
I stared at her in awe as she bit her lip.
If I was dreaming, I didn’t want to wake up. Except, this was no dream. This was really happening.
I kissed her, and she looked up at me, smiling with a seductive gleam in her eyes.
“Second thoughts?” I asked, my mouth ghosting across her lips.
“No,” she murmured. “How about you?”
“Not a single one.”
With other girls, there’d always been an underlying guilt that I was using them or that I was being used by them, but with her, I couldn’t explain it, it just felt—right.
A small moan escaped her as my cock ground against her center, the peaks of her breast brushing against my chest. Touching her all over, I kissed her, and when my fingers slid inside her, her sighs became music to my ears.
“Mmm.”
Fuuccckkk. She was so fucking wet.
I wasn’t going to last long. Nudging the crown of my cock at her entrance, I teased her with it, spreading her wetness and sliding it between her folds before I pushed just the tip inside.
She let out a cry, and I froze.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, no, it hurts.”
“You want me to stop?”
She shook her head. “No. Was that the worst of it? Is it in?”
I looked between our bodies at the thick seven inches that weren’t inside her. “Uh, you probably don’t want to know the answer to that.”
Her eyes widened.
I chuckled but then soothed her, pressing my lips to hers. “Just relax. Don’t be scared. It’ll get better.”
“Promise?”
“Promise, I’ll do everything I can to make it better.”
“Okay.”
She inhaled and released a breath, and I took it as my cue to continue, agonizingly slow while massaging her clit.
Pain marred her gorgeous features as my cock made headway and settled deep inside her.
Her nails dug into my biceps as I began to move my hips, but after a few minutes, her muscles began to relax around me, her body following suit.
“How’s that?” I asked, withdrawing and sliding back in.
“Better.”
“How much better?”
“It’s starting to feel good.”
“Good.” I kissed her, pausing to enjoy the feel of how tight she was holding me captive and to focus on not coming because, holy shit, any more friction and the sensations rising in my groin would bring me under. Yet, the want and passion I felt with her forced me to keep thrusting, to use every bit of control I’d ever known myself to possess, which was very little.
“Did you love him?” I asked her.
“What?” she asked, and she must think I was insane but whatever her answer, I needed to hear it.
“Did you love him?” I rolled my hips, grinding against her clit.
Damn, she felt so fucking good.
“No,” she said, a moan escaping her.
“Good.”
Lowering my head, I trailed kisses up and down her neck before I moved to her nipple, teasing it between my tongue and teeth as I sucked.
“Oh, oh God.” Her hands moved over my back as I continued to work my hips in the same way, my mouth moving over to her other nipple.
“I want to feel you coming around my cock,” I urged, knowing she was close. “Come for me, Bunny.”
I sucked on her nipple, and she came apart beneath me, her pussy spasming around my cock. I groaned, lifting my head and gritting my teeth.
Fuck.
As her legs wrapped around my hips, I became primal, wanting to let loose, wanting to fuck her like she’d never be fucked again. So that after tonight, she would never forget this, forget us, like this.
I nuzzled her neck before kissing her sweet lips.
As her phone vibrated again, I tried to ignore it but not even a second later, a loud knock came from the door.
“Ignore it,” I murmured, halfway in heaven and halfway in hell as I sank into her, shivers rolling down my spine as I neared the point of no return.
My mind registered the music being cut off when another knock echoed, this time with a warning from Tyler, “Stanley! Reynolds is here, and I don’t want the fucking cops at my party. Get your ass out here!”
Officer Reynolds? What the fuck did I do now?
As my eyes met Gabby’s, understanding hit us at the same time. Jax. That fucking asshole. He’d had a whole week to report that night to the cops.
The door shook like someone had thrown themselves into it, and then the knob was shaking.
“Damn it.” I sighed begrudgingly. “I’m coming,” I yelled. Un-fucking-believable.
I looked down and smiled at the tenderness in her eyes. “Don’t move. I’ll be right b
ack.”
Chapter 21
Gabby
Last night, when Ryker didn’t come back right away, I’d headed downstairs with a gigantic warmth inside my chest and a certain lightness in my steps, but had stopped in my tracks at the sight of Ryker at the door talking to Reynolds.
The officer might have just been doing his job, but he’d put a damper in everyone’s night at the cabin before leaving with our statements.
Ryker hadn’t been the first to throw a punch and had acted in self-defense, which meant, to my relief, that Jax was the aggressor.
When Reynolds asked if Ryker wanted to press charges, Ryker had shaken his head, grinning. Not surprising he knew the law, as this wasn’t his first fight. But shockingly, he’d also mentioned to the officer how Jax had been bothering me, which I was thankful for. The last thing I wanted was for him to go handling it on his own and for me to become the reason he lost his football scholarship, and essentially his NFL dream.
Which was why once Reynolds was gone, I’d told Ryker I was leaving.
Last night I’d promised him nothing would change, and I was sticking to it, even if it was a lie.
Except, he hadn’t reached out to me since then, which kind of hurt a little, but who could blame him? I’d stood outside in the cold around midnight after I’d started my car and told him, “I don’t want you to feel like you have to text me or whatever just because, you know?” My cheeks had flushed at that last part while his mouth tipped into a smile.
“You really have to leave now?”
I’d nodded when there had been no valid reason for leaving besides not wanting to get him in trouble with Jax again. Although, I also didn’t want him to feel forced to change his ways for me even though essentially that was what I craved.
“Then I’ll see you,” he’d said, which was why I was now tucked into my soft comforter as I scrolled through Facebook, not calling him. Not texting him. Not laughing at the silly memes in the feed that would make me laugh any other day.
Ugh, this sucks.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Why did he have to leave Alpen Springs tomorrow? And what did “I’ll see you” even mean, because would I see him before he left?
I should have stayed at the party longer—hell, I should have stayed all night, if it meant being with him, but I knew it would complicate things further, and I didn’t want that, even though a part of me had hoped he would do more to stop me from leaving. But I guess I could understand why it had to be this way. He was about to be a D1 football player.
And Ryker—I let out a breath. He was a stunning specimen of a human, a creation that was aesthetically flawless. Girls were going to be all over him, and I needed to be okay with that. Besides, I had my own life and goals to worry about. Who needed a man when I had snowboarding? Okay, that sounded lame.
Hmm . . .
Ting.
Ting.
Ting.
Propping myself up on my elbows, I stared at my window, my heart racing. It sounded like a key tapping against glass. With my curtains drawn, I couldn’t see anything, but I swore if it was Hunter or Sean trying to scare me, I was going to kill them. They’d done crap like this over the years when they were either high, bored, or both. So annoying.
Thinking about heading out to the living room to check for them, I crawled out of my bed and grabbed my phone as it pinged with a text.
My heart jumped at the dinging at my window again, but when I glanced down, a sense of relief broke through.
Ryker: Window.
Tossing my phone on my bed, I hurried over, twisting the lock on the frame so I could push it out. Cold air wafted in, causing me to shiver as I whisper-yelled, “Why didn’t you warn me you were coming? You almost gave me a heart attack.”
“I saw your light on and figured you were awake,” he said, climbing through and closing it before I could remind him of the two terrors I called my brothers. He started to remove his shoes.
“What are you doing?”
He looked confused. “Hanging out, I guess—unless you want me to go.”
“Oh. Um. No.”
Try not to be awkward. It’s just Ryker.
Ryker, whose gorgeous penis—cock—had been inside me not even twenty-four hours ago. My sex clenched even though I was still a bit sore.
His gaze wandered up and down my body, which was covered in only my black Burton sweatshirt and my bikini panties.
I crossed my hands in front of my lady bits, causing him to grin, his gaze shifting to the television as he shrugged out of his coat.
“What are you watching?”
“The Bachelor.”
“Apparently, your taste in shows sucks without me.”
“Of course it does,” I responded with sarcasm. “What have you been watching, then?”
“Teen Mom 2.”
I laughed, rolling my eyes. “Whatever.”
He tossed his jacket on a chair and closed the distance between us, circling his hands around my waist. “How are you doing, you okay?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“After, you know, last night?”
“You mean if I’m over here pining over you? No.”
He laughed. “Ah, Bunny, that’s not what I meant.”
A warm feeling moved low in my belly, and my voice lowered. “Oh. I’m fine.”
He tugged on a piece of my hair before heading over to my bed and sitting. I watched him for a second. His demeanor seemed familiar, one that I’d often paid attention to years ago, and something was definitely bothering him. “Why are you really here?”
“I wanted to see you before I left tomorrow, but I’m also hiding,” he whispered.
“From who?”
“Will.”
His biological father.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to talk to him.”
I stared at him, not sure what to say to that.
“You have the sexiest thighs, have I told you that?”
Flutters moved across my belly again before I mentally kicked myself.
You were just putting him behind you a few minutes ago. Get it together.
“I just want them around me,” he continued. “Damn.” He bit his lip as I stood there awkwardly. My cheeks heated. “Don’t be shy now, come here.”
I went to him, my hands still over the vicinity of my crotch, not feeling nearly as brave as I was last night.
He tugged me onto his lap, his large arms coming around me before he rested a hand on my thigh and squeezed. “There’s something you should know.”
At the seriousness of his tone, I asked, “What’s that?”
“I’m not about to watch The Bachelor in my hideout. I mean”—he glanced to the television— “why the fuck is she even crying?” He sighed. “Are you kidding me?”
I chuckled. “She’s hurt, she didn’t get her time with him.”
“But there’s a house full of women, and look, he’s making out with one of them.”
I raised my shoulders. “I don’t know. I guess she just really likes him.”
We sat like that for the next fifteen minutes, watching the show, and then we moved up on the bed and lay down, me snuggled into his side. Not long after that, his lips found mine, pressing against them in the softest of caresses that sent a blaze of fire through me. Riled up, yet utterly weak with the tenderness of his touch, I returned his indulgent, seductive kisses until I wanted more, more than last night, possibly more than he might be willing to give.
My first time had been better than I’d thought it would be with him, and that was what scared me. Especially when he kissed me as if he needed to have me. As if he couldn’t breathe another second without his hands on me. He rolled me underneath him and kissed my neck.
“This isn’t why I came,” he whispered against my heated skin. “We can stop.”
“Do you want to stop?” I asked.
His hand covered my breast, and I shivered. “No, Bunny,” he brea
thed against my mouth. “I don’t ever want to stop.”
Chapter 22
Ryker
Sunday morning before the sun rose, I woke and pulled Gabby close.
“I’m going to head out,” I whispered in her hair, my voice hoarse with sleep.
“Now?”
“Yeah.”
Her arms snuck around me, and as her neck elongated, I kissed her there.
“Good luck. You’re going to kick ass.”
I smiled, but in the back of my mind, I wondered if she meant what she’d said last night.
“Are you sure about us not contacting each other?”
“College is going to be an experience for you,” she whispered into the dark. “And I don’t want you to have any regrets. I want you to have fun.”
“What does that have to do with us staying in touch?”
“It’ll be confusing, and I know that it will probably reach a point where I’ll want more, and . . . it just wouldn’t work.”
I smoothed my palm over her back. “What if I ended up wanting more too?”
“We shouldn’t go there, Ryker,” she said sleepily. “It’s college, and you’re an All-American football player.”
It sounded as if she wanted to say more, but she stopped there, which was okay. I got the gist of where she was going with this. She didn’t think I could be faithful to her. The currents in our lives were pulling us in opposite directions, and swimming against it wouldn’t do us any good. She would be here, and I would be there. I saw her point, I did, but I didn’t necessarily agree with her logic.
“I’m going to miss you,” I whispered against her cheek.
“Don’t say that,” she mumbled.
“But I’m going to.”
Not long after that confession that actually left my fucking mouth, I pulled on my boots and sneaked back out the window into the night. Her dad would be up soon, if he wasn’t already. Being a groomer at Lu Mountain, he was one of the first people on the snow, getting it ready for when the lifts opened, and I’d rather not have to explain what the hell I was doing at his house at five thirty in the morning.
