Chapter 35
Ryker
“Not a fucking chance,” I growl as I make my way through the crowds of drunken fucktards acting like idiots, who are only serving to get in my way from getting to Kat. Assholes. I am absolutely fucking seething. Not only am I horny as hell from this little game of cat and mouse we have going on, but now after seeing that shithead come up on Kat like he’s trying to mate with her on the dance floor, I’m pissed right the fuck off. The fact that she let him near her pisses me off that much more.
In no way, shape, or form is she getting away from me, or better yet, away from us again tonight. Tonight, Kat is mine. It’s time for church ’cause I am ready to worship the goddess that is Kat Rollins. This game ends here.
Like I told Justin and Matty earlier, I’m done with this shit; it’s time to make her mine. And, apparently, the time to make us happen is right the fuck now.
As the anger radiates from me, I finally make it to the centre of the dance floor. Claire sees me first, smirks, then turns in the opposite direction as if she knows I’m about to start a pissing contest. Well, let me tell you, there is no contest. I’m the guaran-goddamn-teed winner. Kat is my prize.
She’s about to figure it out real quick that we are happening. I will be running off that douche-canoe grinding up on her ass in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…“Excuse me,” I all but growl as I stand beside Kat and nimrod on the dance floor. Hell-to-the-fucking-no am I about to stand around and witness this shitshow.
Kat tenses immediately, sensing my rage as I tower over the asshat. Realizing I’m not to be messed with, the jerk flees in a hurry.
“Ryker? What the hell do you think you’re doing? I’m dancing here, do you mind? Go back to your blonde friend.”
“I sure as fuck do mind, baby. You want to dance, you dance with me. I’m done waiting, done watching. I want you, and I know you want me, too. I have no blonde friend. You are my only friend.” There I’ve said it. I’ve shown this girl how pussy-whipped she’s got me. Now I stand and wait to see how she reacts. Fuck me! I can’t believe I’m acting this way willingly again. But I can’t deny it; I yearn for her, and more than just her incredible body. I want her smiles; I want to know her quirks, her loves, her hates, her hopes, and her dreams. Fuck it. I want whatever she’ll give me.
She nods with a sexy-as-sin smirk and that’s the green light I need. My mind spins as the words go, go, go, chime over and over in my head. She’s fucking in. Kat is giving us the go ahead. I scan the bar, looking for a quiet secluded place. I need to get her off this crowded dance floor, now. Noticing the hall, I grasp her by her hips, pulling her flush to my front, turning her so her ass now aligned almost perfectly with what I’m about to offer her. I lead her forward to the long hall situated beside the bar. I move us past a ton of familiar faces, walk past them, ignoring them completely. I don’t give a fuck who’s here or what they gotta say. Pushing past the crowds, I have a one-track mind right now, and it’s looped on repeat to getting this girl and getting her alone.
My brain seems to suddenly catch up with my cock and I realize there is no way we can do this here. I told her before, I need to worship her; she deserves more than a party fuck. To my amazement, I veer us back toward the way we came. I can’t believe I’m actually drawing this out, risking the chance she may smarten up and change her mind. With that thought playing around in mind, I move my hand to the small of her back before leading her right out of the bar’s front door while whispering, “Not here, baby, not here. You need better than this dive.” My bed.
Chapter 36
Kat
I’m stupid or just finally realizing that I can’t resist this man anymore. I’ve tried. Like the countless others before me, I’m caving in, tossing in the towel. Ryker Eddison wins. Tonight I will give myself over to this crazy attraction, which exists so tangibly between Ryker and me. Especially after his blatant display of caveman-like behaviour, which honestly only served to make my lady bits scream YES!
I follow him as he leads up to the hallway, and my heart is racing as nervousness kicks in. I can’t believe I’m going to let him fuck me in this packed club. But before I can even get the words out to protest, he’s pretty much purring in my ear that we’re leaving. Relief instantly washes over me as he guides us out the door to the parking lot.
Of course his truck is the big-ass, jacked-up monster that screams ‘I am man!’ The same truck I saw that day in the lot with Seth. Luckily for me, like a gentleman, he helps me in up into the high can. All the while, seriously palming my ass as he lifts me into the cab without any effort at all.
“Christ, Kat, you’re fucking killing me, baby. That ass, God, it’s fucking sexy and tight. It’s gonna look fuckin’ sexy all red with my handprint on it,” he states point-blank, his jaw locked tight as he settles me in. Clenching; I am seriously clenching now at the visions he’s just inspired in my mind. We need to get the fuck home and now.
But, of course, Ryker doesn’t stop there. No, no, of course not. He needs to slip in a few more promises to kick up my already greedy body. “God, hot girl, I can’t wait to sink into your hot ’n tight pussy from behind; the view alone will be enough to drive me insane, baby. Ass up, those fucking tits jiggling all around,” he grinds out, teeth clearly clenched. “I’ve been watching you shake that ass for way too long. It’s time you shake it with me rooted to the hilt in your pussy while you grind down, milking my cock. Fuck! We need to get the hell outta here,” he all out growls.
He stands there for a minute, running his hands through his hair. He demands my eye contact without a word. His presence is powerful, so I stare back at him, waiting as if he’s going to say more, but he doesn’t. Not right away. Rather, he stands on the outside of the truck, looking deep in thought, like he’s not sure what he wants to say. After a few moments, he climbs up and stands on the running board. Grabbing my face, he holds it so he can peer directly into my eyes. He surprises me with a ghost of a kiss to the side of my mouth, then utters words that both shock and confuse me, especially with how dirty his previous ones were, the ones that have left me a needy fool.
“I think I’ve been waiting a long time for you, Kat. I’m going to make this amazing; I don’t wanna fuck it up.” Then with that, without waiting for a reaction from me, he closes the door, as if he didn’t just say anything out of the ordinary. Like he didn’t just skew my view of what tonight is supposed to be. Ryker makes his way around to the driver’s side and hops in. All I can seem to do is sit in silence, my body humming with anticipation, my heart beating with…hope, as I sit thinking about what the implications of his last statement means, or could mean. Will there be more than tonight? I replay his words over and over.
Ironically enough, as we drive, the radio begins blasting a song that resonates so much with my current state that I can’t help but giggle at the irony. Ryker glances over at me, a knowing smirk on his beautiful face as Queens of the Stone Age’s “Make It Wit Chu” croons from the speakers.
We sit in silence, both of us lost in thoughts. Well, at least, I know I am, anyway. We may not be talking with our voices, but our bodies are having a conversation of their own. The air is crackling with the anticipation of things to come. I can’t fucking stand it. I can’t wait anymore, I think as I bravely and confidently unfasten my seatbelt. With an idea so unlike me in my mind, I am actually feeling kind of giddy with how brazen I’m about to be with this boy who I don’t even really know. The same boy who makes me feel spontaneous and free.
“Ryker.”
Chapter 37
Ryker
I swear to all that’s fuckin’ holy and good that I’m going to fucking combust at any moment. After I kissed her, I knew I was done for. Fuck me, if her taste gets better and better, it’s beyond my wildest fantasies. And believe me, there have been a ton of them over the last few months, and that ass, Jesus. Just standing there looking at her, thinking about her ass and all its beauty, I couldn’t help the filthy words from spewing out of my mouth
about all the things I wanted—scratch that—I will do to her.
Kat’s unlike all the other chicks I’ve known, and I’ve known a lot. It’s clear, without a shadow of doubt, this girl is different. Meaning I will have to go slow, ease into things with her. What I need is a goddamn filter really, ’cause the last thing I want to do is scare her off. I need to rein it in a bit, but fuck if I even think I know how to do that when she’s around. God, my dick is throbbing at the thoughts of this girl. I move my leg a bit, trying to discreetly shift my cock back into a comfortable position. Having her beside me, knowing what’s sure to happen, only fuels the power of my cock, which has been raging hard since…I don’t even fucking know anymore, to be honest. All I know is that I need to sink into this girl right fucking now. Driving like this in silence is killing me; the goddamn song on the radio isn’t fucking helping either. Thinking about what I said to Kat about having been waiting for her, I know my comment threw her off. Yeah, well, welcome to my world, sugar. But I need her to know this, whatever the hell it is, I want more than one night. I want many.
We’re driving, listening to the music, when suddenly I hear the click and the clank of the seatbelt and my name fall from her sweet lips;
“Ryker.”
And like the crazy son of a bitch I am, the one she’s made me be, I swerve the truck over to the side of the road, eventhough we’re less than a block away from campus. Before I even have a chance to kill the ignition, the minute the truck stops, Kat is over the console, straddled between me and the steering wheel.
“Ryker,” she says again breathlessly and, Jesus, if it isn’t the sounds of angels.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Ryker,” she grinds down on my cock and I think I’m gonna come right there, just from the desire in her tone. Fuck this girl.
“I…I, ah, I can’t wait. I need to touch you. I need contact. I’m freaking out over here,” she says, almost scared that I won’t understand. Man, this girl is something else. Believe me, baby, I can fucking relate.
“Kat,” I growl, grabbing her by the hips, pushing her down more firmly in the place that allows me to feel the sweet heat she’s radiating from her hot pussy. I look up from where our bodies join as they rub, forcing her to follow my lead. We stare at each other’s eyes, green to hazel, while I move her hips ever so slowly forward and back, friction increasing with each little ministration.
“Ryker, yes, that’s it,” she almost cries. Then suddenly, like two rabid animals, we attack each other with a fervent need so powerful I’m not sure we’ll be able to stop.
“Fuck, Kat, you taste incredible. I can’t wait to taste all of you,” I all but groan as we’re all lips, hands, and moans. This is definitely the best fucking car ride of my life, and I can’t help but commit the image of her in this moment to my memory. God, she is the hottest thing I have ever seen. And I haven’t even seen what’s underneath her clothes yet.
I. AM. SO. FUCKED.
Feeling we’re about to lose total control, I pull away from her mouth, my hand settling under her firm ass. “Kat, we need to go, baby. I won’t fuck you in my truck. I can’t. I need you sprawled out on my bed where I can see you, taste you, and fuck you properly. I need room to explore your tight as fuck body, baby.” Without giving her a chance to speak, I reluctantly pick her up and place her, much to her dissatisfaction, back into her seat. Without waiting to make sure she’s even buckled in, I turn the ignition, slamming the shifter into drive, and peel out.
Chapter 38
Kat
We finally pull into Ryker’s driveway after what feels like the longest drive in the world. My body is buzzing with anticipation and wantonness like nothing I’ve ever known before.
The next thing I know, a brooding Ryker flings my car door open before scooping me up and basically tossing me over his shoulder as he walks up to the door.
“Ryker, I can walk, you know.”
“Not fast enough, baby. Need in you now!” he asserts while walking, his hand resting on my ass. I can’t help but giggle at how we must look.
“Kat,” he says, before putting me down on the porch face-to-face with him. Taking my face in his hands, forcing me to look in his eyes, he asks me again to make the final decision.
“Kat, baby, if we go inside, I need you to know I won’t stop. I, er…I don’t think I’ll be able to hold off anymore. This,” he motions from himself to me, “this, between us, has got me all fucked up. All I can think about is sinking into what I know is gonna be the sweetest pussy I have ever felt. So, baby, if we go in, we’re all in. You get me?”
Holy shit, what does a girl say to that?
I stand there looking into those honeybutter eyes and I’m actually starting to freak the fuck out. This is my chance to bail, to change my mind. Can I really handle only one night? Should I even be here? Is he using me? Will he still want me? Want more?
He said things to make me feel like I might be different. That maybe, just maybe, I’m more than tonight’s bed warmer. Just as I’m about to give him my decision, Ryker begins to talk. Staring at me, both our breathing heavy from the drive, but also from the connection we obviously share.
“Don’t worry, Kat, sweet girl, everything is going to be okay. Please give us this, give us tonight. God, baby, let me make you feel good. Give in. We can worry about the rest tomorrow. We’ll figure it out, but please say you’ll come in.” With that, he leans down while cupping my face and kisses me.
Chapter 39
Ryker
Holy shit! I sound like a fucking pussy-whipped asshole, but I can’t fucking help it. I want this girl like I need my next breath. I have never felt this way before, this rush of urgency and anticipation for one woman. I need Kat to give in, to take the plunge, the chance on me. I want more with her, but first I have to fuck her within an inch of my life. I can work on sweet later.
As I stand here waiting for her choice, I decide fuck it, I can help this decision along. Ten minutes ago there wasn’t any doubt of where this was heading. But because I’m deciding to try and be a nice guy all of sudden, I just might ruin my chance. What the hell was I thinking giving her an opportunity to bail? Fuck that. We are happening, decision made. Grabbing her face in my hands, I swoop in, claiming her lips. Fuck, this girl tastes goddamn sweet. I’ll kiss her into submission, make her forget I even gave her the choice. So I give her my all, and it isn’t fucking sweet or polite. No. It’s hot. It’s dirty and all out needy. My kiss is laced with promises of the things to come, clues for her to guess just how good this will be.
“Ryker,” she whispers breathlessly, her chest heaving from the kiss. “I want you too, so much it hurts. Yes, let’s go inside. I want to. But, Ryker, just please…please don’t hurt me; I can’t take it.”
Nodding, before briefly resting my head on her forehead, I take her hand, unlock the door, and lead her inside, up to my room.
Things will never be the same between us again.
I might never be the same again.
Chapter 40
Kat
I follow Ryker up the stairs to his room, and I’m almost shaking. I’m nervous as hell; I can feel my heart thumping erratically in my chest. But at the same time, I’m so fucking horny and ready for him, for us. My body has been craving this for way too long. I enter his room just like the last time. I quickly take in the space, noting how masculine and very him it is. Turning back, I see him lock the door, and then he’s in front of me so quickly that my breath hitches in response. He wraps those big arms of his around me while pulling me into him tightly and begins nuzzling my neck, nestling his face in the crook of my neck and shoulder, breathing me in deep, taking in my scent. Then he gently pulls my head back by my hair, forcing me to look into his eyes.
“Baby, you ignite a fire deep within me, a burning desire that drives me fucking insane with need for you. I can’t explain it, Kat. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I burn for you. I ache at the idea of you, getting to touch you. God, I ache
at the thought of being inside you. I swear, if I don’t get my cock in you soon, I’m about to fucking combust. Now, are you going to let me in, sweetheart? Are you going to save me from this fire that’s killing me?” Holy fuck!
I simply nod. I seem to be tongued-tied around this man, always nodding my replies to show my agreement because, honestly, I can’t even begin to think of a response to the incredible things he says. Next thing I know, Ryker growls before slamming his lips to mine, quickly invading my mouth with his. His lips sear over mine, demanding I open to him, and grant his tongue the permission it seeks. The kiss is all-consuming, causing goose bumps to break out over my skin. We’re literally teasing, testing, and tasting each other’s mouth, and it’s only serving to drive me crazy. It’s not even close to what I want.
“Ryker, I need more. I want you. Now!”
“Fuck, if I don’t already know, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good. I’m going to take such good care of you, Kat, trust me.”
With that, Ryker groans and begins walking us back toward his bed. “Arms,” he demands. And without question, I raise them so he can remove my shirt. I’m thankful I wore a matching purple demi-bra and panty set tonight. I’m confident he’ll approve.
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