by Casey Diam
“Today was great. You being here is great. But this—” He shifted so his cock ground against my sex. “This is heaven.”
An enticing thrill ran through my body, causing me to gasp before our lips met. His tongue toyed with mine, first unhurried as he turned me into mush beneath his touch, and then rough and needy. He tugged my lip between his teeth before his kisses moved down my neck, and sure enough like he promised, to my breast and the hard pebble at the peak.
My teeth sank into my swollen lip as his tongue swirled at the peak before he sucked. I spread my thighs, wanting more as he moved to my other breast and suckled until my hips were rising off the bed beneath him.
He kissed down my belly, and my hands moved over his muscular back. Was he going to—his mouth covered the ache between my thighs, and all I could think was freshening up was definitely a good idea—
“Oh, God.”
His tongue licked up and down my seam, the warm wetness of his attention awakening a deeper need.
He cupped my bottom, his tongue sinking into me, and the delicious feel and intimacy blew my mind. Desperate for more, my pelvis lifted of its own accord as I crushed myself against his expert mouth.
“Ah! Oh, God. Ah.”
My eyes remained glued on his mouth on me, and as pleasure moved through me, my fingers twisted in his beautiful, disheveled red hair.
Oh my God.
He licked and sucked harder, holding me hostage against his mouth as a wave of pleasure rocked my core, shooting through my entire body as he devoured me. I loosened my hold on his hair, and he relented, crawling over my body until his mouth pressed against mine and the crown of his cock pushed at my entrance.
God, I wanted him—
“Condom.”
“Way ahead of you,” he responded between kisses. “It’s already on.” He slid home, and a gasp from both of us filled the silence before his hips rolled and my legs circled him.
My palms rubbed against the muscles straining in his back as his cock stretched and filled me in a different way than it had the first two times we’d had sex. Greedy for more, my hips rose to meet his thrusts.
I grew even wetter as his mouth moved to my breasts, and once his lips touched them, all thoughts except for how good he felt evaded me as he pushed deep into me, his pelvic bone rubbing against my clit. My body warmed and melted before another orgasm rolled through me while he continued to fuck me, drawing out every last shudder.
“You feel so fucking good, especially when you come on my cock,” he whispered into my ear. “Do you like my cock fucking you, Bunny? Do you like this big cock inside your pretty little pussy?”
My hand slid down his back to his firm glutes as he pushed into me harder and harder.
“I love it.”
I moaned as he gave me more, burying himself to the hilt before getting up on his knees and dragging me to him. My thighs spread wide over his, and his hands gripped my hips. Then he fucked me with so much vigor I didn’t even realize what was happening until my entire body spasmed, and I threw my head back with a cry of bliss.
With one last thrust, he bucked and groaned, one hand dropping onto the bed for support. My hand reached down to touch his, and he looked at me, some of his red hair on his forehead and his gray eyes glazed with pleasure.
I clenched around him, and it seemed as if he shivered a little.
He eased out of me, and as he placed a quick kiss on my lips, my eyes closed. “I’m going to get rid of the condom.”
Feeling satisfied, I almost drifted off to sleep, but Ryker returned shortly with two bottles of water and a wet washcloth.
I cleaned myself and handed him the rag back. “I don’t want to get up.”
He smiled and took it from me before tossing it onto the floor beside the bed.
He got under the covers next to me, and as my eyes caught the patch of hair above his cock, I smiled. It was cute, and the matching red hair suited him, just like his creamy complexion and pink nipples and lips that took him a notch above attractive to just—deliciously mouthwatering.
“What?” he asked.
I smiled at him. “I’m happy I came.”
His lips twitched. “I’m happy you came too.”
I grinned at the coy look in his eyes. “That is so not what I meant.”
“I know, but I’m glad for both.”
Chapter 29
Ryker
We gazed at each other without speaking while my fingers stroked along her forearm.
“What are we doing, Ry?” she asked.
“Whatever the fuck we want to.”
A smile pulled at the corner of her lips. Damn, I wanted to kiss her again. “You know what I mean.”
I dragged my eyes away from her mouth to meet her wondering eyes. “We’re dating. What do you think we’re doing?”
Her eyebrows rose before knitting. “We’re dating? We haven’t even been on a date.”
“We’ve already been on ten dates.”
“Was I actually present for these so-called dates?”
“Yup. We went camping on our first date—”
“What?” She laughed.
My fingers brushed along her forehead before smoothing her hair back. “We went to a party on our second date. When you walked through the front door, you were so gorgeous I couldn't take my eyes off you. Our third date, that started out a little rocky with you forcing me to watch The Bachelor out of all things, but I think that date turned out better than I’d expected.”
I drew in a long breath as I recalled the first time I’d had sex without a condom. Some form of ecstasy and she was the dealer.
I dropped my hand across her stomach. “Now that I think about it, I might never forget that night. And today, today alone was at least five dates. Mini golf, sightseeing, lunch, dinner, party.”
“So, we’ve been dating for a month?”
“Yup.”
“Don’t you think I should have known that so I wouldn’t have kissed some guy in the library last week?”
“You what?” I barely managed to keep my voice calm.
“I’m kidding.” She giggled. “But had that happened, it would have been entirely your fault. Camping, by the way, doesn't count as a date. You didn't even talk to me. You were mad at me the whole time.”
“I wasn’t mad at you. I was mad at the situation and why you’d stopped talking to me.” I sighed, before confessing, “I wanted to push you away, not let you back in.” She had hurt me when she’d stopped being my friend a few years ago, and I didn’t like making myself vulnerable to people, because no human on Earth could inflict wounds like the people who were supposed to be the ones you trusted.
“What made you change your mind?” she asked.
“Everything I remembered about you. I’ve always liked you, but it was always someone else who you had a crush on, so there was no point in attempting to even cross that line.”
“You never liked me like that, and that isn’t true. It wasn’t always with someone else. That’s why I was so upset when you—”
When I’d slept with Ally.
“I’m sorry,” I said as regret etched deep into my soul. I wished I could seize it and erase that stupid fucking lapse of judgment from my fifteen-year-old brain.
Pulling her closer, I kissed her cheek, then her mouth, trying to scrub the feeling that the Ally thing will always rest between us.
“Gabriella Taylor.” I looked her in the eyes. “How do I fix something I can’t change? And will you ever forgive me?”
“I did forgive you. You didn't know what you were doing, well, I guess you did, but you’re right. I never should have acted the way I did.” She shook her head. “I went on my first date with a boy who I didn’t even like that much, then gushed about it to you.”
I grinned. “I remember.”
“It was the worst kiss of my life.”
“You said it was the best, ‘He’s such a good kisser. Oh, Ry, it was so perfect!’” I mimicked.
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br /> “Stop. I’m getting to that,” she whined, even as indents formed on her cheeks in amusement. “I wanted to make you jealous. I couldn’t just tell you that I wish it had been you.”
“You could have.”
“But I chose not to. So, it was kind of my fault too that you and Ally eventually got together, it’s just that I never saw it coming. After I told her I liked you, she made fun of you and told me I could do better. I just didn’t realize she had an agenda of her own, and before that when I had the guts to talk to you, I didn't think you’d want to be with me, so I asked if you would take my virginity instead.”
Staring at her with disbelief, I shook my head. “You are— ”
“Crazy? Yeah, but I’d figured it would have been easier to get a yes from you, and I thought if I was losing my V-card to someone I liked a lot, it wouldn’t have mattered if those feelings were reciprocated. But whatever, it’s the past. It should be behind us, not in our present every waking second.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“I can get behind that.”
“But, Ryker, I don’t think we should date. I’m training, you’re training. We live in different states. After I leave tomorrow, I don’t even know when I’m going to see you again.”
“We can make it work, but if you’re saying us being together is going to be more trouble than it’s worth, then that’s your call.”
“That isn’t what I meant.”
“Then what do you mean? You either want this or you don’t. No more fucking games.”
“You don’t have to be an asshole.”
“How’s that being an asshole?”
“Never mind.”
She rolled onto her side away from me.
Are you kidding me?
I threw up a hand and stared at the ceiling, sighing after a moment. “You’re doing it again. Why are you shutting me out?”
“Because it’s easier.”
So, she liked me, but she didn’t want to be with me or talk to me because it was easier?
“Right,” I said dryly, getting up to go turn the light off because not only did it seem as if this conversation was over but also so was our relationship, or lack thereof.
I left the bedroom and took a quick shower before lying on Ash and Averie’s makeshift bed and turning on the television. While I aimlessly clicked through the channels, I heard the shower running and knew Gabby was in there.
How did I fuck this up already? Why couldn’t we just see eye to eye? And where the hell was Ash?
Stopping the channel on some old sitcom, I went to grab my phone while Gabby was in the bathroom.
Me: Are you going to make it back here tonight? You do not party this hard.
I dropped my phone on the sofa bed, and within a few minutes, Gabby stood at the edge in an oversized T-shirt and a small pair of shorts. She sat on the side and faced me with the television light in the dark flashing across her face.
“You’re mad at me,” she said.
“No. Just giving you the space you looked like you wanted.”
“I don’t want space from you.”
“Then what do you want, Gabby?”
“You.”
“I’m finding that hard to believe,” I replied.
She sighed. “Do you really think we can start a relationship? With you being here, and me being there and traveling all the time?”
“I do.”
“I’m in a bubble where snowboarding has been my whole life. I don’t know how to be in a relationship. I’ve been in four and none have worked out, much less a long-distance relationship,” she explained.
“None of my relationships have worked out either, but if they had, I wouldn't be sitting here with you now, which, if you haven’t noticed, is where I want to be. Gabby, you’re scared of losing something we don’t even have yet, when we should be putting more effort into sustaining what we both want. Why take the easier route?”
“Because I don’t want you to hurt me.” Her words came out small, like it was already hurting her just to say them.
I considered that.
“I can’t promise you that I won’t, but I’m not sure how I feel about you expecting me to hurt you before you give me a chance not to.”
“I know, but all of that does scare me.”
“So, since you don’t want to give me a chance, how do you feel about seeing other guys or about me seeing other girls?”
She shook her head. “I don’t want that.”
“I don’t either.”
She stretched out onto her stomach and rested her chin on her crossed-forearms on the bed. “Can I be honest?”
“Go for it.”
“I’m not sure I can handle the distance. You’ll be here, going to parties and being the big-shot football star. I’m not saying you will cheat on me or that I expect it, I’m saying that I hate the idea of girls throwing themselves at you and my not being here to keep them away.”
“I could argue the same thing with you traveling and hanging out with all those snowboarders, who by the way, not only share the same passion as you but also one of whom was your first boyfriend. I don’t give a shit about that because I trust you. Without a doubt. I’ve been faithful to you since I left Alpen Springs without you asking, without us being official, doesn’t that count for something?”
She reached a hand across my stomach, her nails scratching over my T-shirt, causing my abs to flex from the contact. “It does, and okay. Let’s do this thing. Let’s be more.”
My hand covered hers as hope took root inside me. “More?”
She nodded. “More.”
Rolling onto my side, I leaned forward and kissed her, my hand smoothing over her cheek as I nipped and sucked on her lip. I smiled.
“You’re smiling,” she said.
“Of course I’m smiling. You’re mine now.”
She grinned, and I kissed her again before admitting, “I don’t want you to leave tomorrow.”
“What if I stay for one more day?”
“What?” I asked, so shocked my lips stopped their assault on her mouth. “You can stay?”
“Possibly, if you can go half with me on a plane ticket since I’m kind of broke and I need to make it to my training on Monday. I mean, we’ll only get a few more hours together but— ”
“Done and done. Don’t worry about it. I got it.”
Early the next morning, I woke up to Gabby’s hand smoothing over my pecs and abs, her lips following suit. My morning wood turned into stone as she pressed soft kisses all over me.
Wake me up like this every day, I thought, opening my eyes and meeting her electric blues as she peered up.
“Morning,” I said, brushing a hand through her hair. “How long have you been up?”
“Not long.”
She kissed my chest again, and my eyebrows arched. “Taking charge now? I’m not complaining, but this is a change from yesterday.” I rubbed a hand over her slender shoulder, which were still bare after our third round last night when I’d forbidden her to put clothes back on.
“Yesterday, I was just warming up to you.” She traced a finger over my nipple. “Yesterday was just foreplay.”
“Bunny, if foreplay takes a whole day, it either means I’m doing something wrong or I’m just going to have to keep you in my bed.”
She chuckled, and I grabbed her, rolling her beneath me before capturing her nipple between my lips and swirling my tongue over it. “Do I need to do this all day today to make sure you stay warm and ready for me?”
My lips traveled down the middle of her torso, her belly button, and down to the sensitive flesh between her thighs where my tongue licked and danced through the wet seam of her pussy.
She gasped and panted for the next twenty minutes while I ate her like breakfast, then again for the next twenty minutes while I thrust my cock deep into her. She was perfect and mine, and I didn’t want this moment to end, even as we were both left gasping for air.
/> After cuddling with her for a bit, I got up to take a shower so I could get us some real food. Except, once I got out of the bathroom and entered the bedroom, it seemed Gabby had fallen asleep.
Smiling, I walked over to the window and to the rain pattering against the glass.
I wandered into the living room, where it was still somewhat dark with the curtains closed. In the kitchen, I felt for the microwave light over the stove, not that we’d bought anything to make breakfast with anyway, but I could have sworn I’d seen coffee.
Yes, coffee, but hell no to the discolored coffee pot. I picked it up and squinted at the grime around the top and the brown stain circling the bottom.
When did they last clean this, the 1800s? Holy shit.
Setting it back down, I looked over my shoulder and saw Averie propped against a pillow with a reading device in her hand while Ash slept.
“Sleeping Beauty still out?” I asked, walking over.
She looked down at Ash and smiled. “Like a light.”
“Move over.”
“Why? Don’t wake him.”
“What are you, his mom now?” I placed a finger against my lips before crawling onto the bed and settling down next to Ash, tossing one of my arms over his back.
I was probably an asshole for the small scare he was about to have because of me, but I couldn't resist. The trick was to make him think I was Averie, but once I lay down, I found myself so comfortable that I fell asleep and woke up to a pair of hands around my neck. My body jerked at the same time my eyes flew open to Ash’s stiff smile.
“Asshole, is this how you wake up to Averie? By choking her?” His grasp around my throat tightened. “What kind of freaky shit have you two been doing?”
“That’s what you get,” Averie said, laughing with Gabby from where they sat at the dining table by the kitchen. “Baby, I don’t think you’re doing it hard enough,” she encouraged.
I punched Ash in the side and rolled out of his grip.
“Damn, A. Mozey, that’s dirty. I thought you liked me.”
“It’s a work in progress, Stanley. Now, can we all please go to breakfast, I’m starving.”
