My Mind's Eye (Pub Fiction #1)

by Gillian Jones

  Boy, do I have a surprise for her.

  Chapter 62

  Kat

  It’s been six months since Seth tried to destroy my life and happiness. I count my lucky stars every day that no one was hurt. Claire, thank goodness, only suffered a little bump on the back of her head. She was having a harder time letting go of the feeling of guilt that seemed to be consuming her because she let Seth get to me, but also because she didn’t come after him once she got her bearings. Claire feels she is responsible for the fact that Seth even got near me. She says she should have looked out the peephole and she let me down by not having my back when I needed it the most. She can’t seem to get past thinking what could have happened to me. It wasn’t until one drunken night about a month after the incident, that I finally convinced Claire to let it go and reminded her she is, in fact, the best friend a girl could ever have.

  That night, I took Claire to our favourite Italian restaurant, Spazzo, because we were in desperate need of girl time. Over the last few weeks, Claire had been avoiding me and that shit was not okay.

  It was time to fix this shit.

  “Claire,” I peered at her over my menu, “we are having the deep fried Ravioli and a bottle of red to start.” Matty and Ryker told me they would pick us up, so we could have a good time, which according to them includes lots of alcohol, food, and girlie talk. “Okay, sound good?”

  Looking up, with the first genuine smile I’ve seen on her face in way too long, she agreed, “Sounds perfect. But we need to add the calamari; I love it here.”

  We ended up having three bottles of wine over the course of four hours, along with a few more appetizers before deciding to share a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs. We had the best chat, and I knew things would be back to normal between us.

  “Never again, Claire. Never again,” I reaffirmed her as we waited on the curbside for the guys while holding onto each other. Claire tried to hide a tear as I faced her, placing my hand on her shoulder, just like the night of the fire. “That shit was no way your fault, just like you told me at the fire, remember? God, Claire, it was you who saved me. You called Matt. Do you remember what you said to me the night of the fire? I mean, they are after all pretty ingenious words to live by, but now I think it’s your turn to heed them.”

  Claire smiled while wiping her face. “Yeah, I think I remember saying something genius, like I usually do.” She laughed and I joined her, before making sure she actually remembered.

  “You basically told me, and I quote, ‘We are both safe, and that’s all that matters. From this moment on, don’t ever think about anything other than that!’” With that, we hugged and cried just in time for our two incredible guys to arrive.

  ***

  Looking back on that day, even now, all I can think is thank God Ryker got to me when he did. It took me a while to get past the what-if’s of that night, just like it did with the fire. But in the end, I’ve managed to work through all the thoughts, feelings, and emotions associated with those two traumatic events, and I can actually smile at how far I’ve come.

  Today I know I’ve made it through, and I’m moving forward, not dwelling on a past I can’t control, one that is just that, the past. I’ve got amazing friends, I’ve graduated University, gotten a job, and best of all I have Ryker. I know without a doubt that Ryker Eddison is my rock. He’s been an amazing support system, and I could not have gotten past any of this without him.

  Tonight, I am planning on bringing that boy to his knees like I had planned many months ago.

  “You ready for me to style your hair now, Kitty Kat?” Claire asks from the vanity where she’s pointing to the chair in front of her.

  “Yeah, one sec,” I call out, peering at her from the en suite where I’ve just put on the pretty pink bustier Ryker still has yet to see. “I just gotta throw on my dress.”

  “Okay, but hurry up! Ryker said he’d be here by seven o’clock sharp, and it’s not like I can keep him out when it’s his own place, ya know? Besides, I need to get out of here before you start this little sexcapade of yours.”

  I smile at her comment as I slip my heels on my feet. Yep, Ryker and I have moved in together! Eeeppp! We bought a beautiful condo just on the outskirts of the city, and I’ve loved every minute of my new life with this man. Despite our parents being reluctant of our decision, we didn’t care. We know without a doubt we are in this life together. I have to say, Ryker’s mom has actually been on our side from the get-go. She even helped to convince my parents that her son would absolutely do right by their little girl, not that they ever doubted it. Ryker’s mom is truly amazing and we’ve become very close.

  Patricia is very sweet. I can see why Ryker never introduced her to his randoms before. I’m honoured that right was reserved for me.

  I smile at the memory of him finally inviting me home to meet his mom…

  “Fuck, hot girl, you keep smothering those titties down and around my cock like that and I’m fuckin’ gonna come—ahh, shit—all over the fucking place,” Ryker uttered as I sat on my knees in front of him with his hard cock sliding between my oiled up chest like he loves so much. I discovered his fascination with my tits after the first time we had sex. Ryker Eddison is one hundred percent a boob man.

  “Fuck, baby, take me in your mouth now,” he demanded in the gravelly voice I’ve come to term in my mind as the ‘I’m gonna come soon’ signal. Glancing up at him, I moved a bit higher on my knees, pulled my hands behind my back, arched it so my tits were on display, before I began rubbing my face along his hard cock, teasing and tormenting him with little flicks and licks of my tongue. “Jesus Christ, Kat. I’m gonna embarrass myself soon if you don’t put that fucking sexy-ass mouth of yours around my cock,” Ryker groaned, his tone dripping impatience. I love when he’s at my mercy like that.

  Deciding to play nice, I pushed my chest out to rub his exposed legs as I slowly slid his smooth, hard cock into my mouth. “God, ohhhh shit, yeah.” He said, as I looked up and caught Ryker’s eyes before I begun to swirl my tongue around the head of his hardness, lapping, quickening my pace before I started my hands in on the action, pushing him closer to the edge. As swift as a hurricane, I was pushed back, bouncing onto Ryker’s bed.

  “Gotta be in you, sweet girl. You’re fucking teasing me with that mouth and these titties”, he said as he popped each of my nipples into his mouth. “Fuck me, I can’t take it. I need your tight pussy wrapped around me,” he all but growled. “You ready for my cock now, baby?” he asked while trailing his fingers along the lips of my pussy.

  “Fuck yes,” I squealed as he pushed two fingers into my core. “Ryker, please!” The next thing I knew, Ryker was thrusting into me, pushing and pumping. Thrusting fucking deep; I swore he was hitting my cervix. “Oh, umm…oh fuck. God, yeah, yeah.” I chanted. With Ryker increasing his pace, it wasn’t long before I was a quivering mess under the man I love.

  Ryker pinned my hands above my head while slowing. “Kat,” he murmured in my ear, then he stopped moving, becoming dead serious. “Kat, I need you to look at me.” I stilled my hips and looked to find him staring at me, his honeybutter eyes intense as he was still inside me. “Hot girl,”—he cleared his throat—“I need you to know something, baby.” My nose started to twitch as my tears threatened, in preparation of the moment I knew we were about to have. Skimming my nose with his, giving me an Eskimo kiss, he pulled back again, looked deep into my eyes before uttering the words I knew without a doubt meant he loved me. “Kat, I’d like you to come home with me and meet my mom this weekend.” I couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. I was laughing because this crazy alpha man was buried inside me while he brought up his mother, all the while confirming for me that my love was, indeed, reciprocated.

  Later that night, I laid in Ryker’s cocoon with his muscular arms wrapped tightly around me from behind. While nestling in for the night, he whispered ever so softly into my ear, “I love you with my mind’s eye and my heart’s soul, Kat R
ollins. Now go to sleep before I have you ride my cock that you’ve just stirred to life with that fine ass of yours rubbing on it.”

  “Ryker!”

  I can’t help but laugh every time I think back on that day. Ryker never ceases to amaze me.

  After saying bye to Claire, I make my way back to our bedroom, positioning my purple and black armchair in the middle of the floor. I check that my song is in queue, and then, taking a deep breath, I sit on the edge of the bed and wait.

  Twenty-five minutes later, I hear the door click open.

  Ryker.

  Chapter 63

  Ryker

  Making quick work of the door, I expect to find Kat ready on the other side. I’m actually a few minutes late and our reservation is for 7:30 p.m. at August 8. I half expect her to sass me about my tardiness, especially since I sent her a little reminder text to be ready at seven sharp. She’s nowhere to be found.

  “Kat, I’m home, baby. We’d better get going or we’re gonna be late,” I call, making my way further inside the house. She’s not in the kitchen or living room. My heart rate begins to increase as I race up the stairs, feeling the protective instinct that seems to have taken up residence ever since Valentine’s Day. “Kat!” I shout a bit louder this time.

  Reaching our door, I take a deep breath, calming myself before I go in. The last thing I want her to see is how worried I am or to even know I was worrying. With my luck, Kat would most likely take to calling me the ‘worry wart.’ We know Seth is long gone, and we honestly have nothing to fear. With a renewed clam, armed with a witty comment about her not being ready, I turn the knob, opening the door. Jesus! Nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me. This girl is gonna be the death of me.

  “Holy fucking shit.” I stop in my tracks at the vision of my sexy girl.

  Here I thought my heart rate was erratic before I opened the bedroom door, but finding Kat waiting for me in our room has my heart rate increasing as well as my skin prickling with wonderment and excitement. Kat isn’t late. No, she’s clearly ready, and by the looks of her, she’s been ready and waiting for me. The moment my eyes land on her, taking her in as she’s sprawled out before me, brings my cock to immediate attention. Clearly my cock is one smart fucker, having received the message of what’s happening before my brain fully registers the scene.

  I guess we really do think with the wrong head.

  Fuck me, Kat lying across that bloody armchair she loves so much, the same one that just might be my new favourite piece of furniture—well, besides the ottoman I stole from Pub Fiction, which is now a part of our living room.

  Legs, which go on for miles, draped over the side with those sexy ‘fuck me’ heels of hers—ah, God, are those garters I see? I gulp, clearly not able to hide my curiosity.

  “Hi, I’ve been waiting for you, honeybutter,” she says, almost breathlessly, as she rises from the chair elegant in her motions that I can’t take my eyes off her. Her hair is all wavy, long, and sultry, begging for me to grip it in my hands. It takes everything in my being not to go claim her. Fuck! I’m a lucky bastard. I gasp audibly as I take in what she’s wearing. It’s the sexiest little black dress I’ve ever seen. It hugs my baby in all the right places; sleeveless, exposing a ton of smooth skin, cinched at the waist with a belt, which serves to make me think of unwrapping her like a present. Her tits are spilling out just enough to make me drool, proving to me even more just how much I fucking need this girl as much as my next breath. Fuck, what she does to me.

  With a click of the remote, Ed Sheeran’s “Thinking Out Loud” comes through the speakers, blaring the words that have become infinitely ours. Striding up to stand in front of me, Kat looks me in the eye before giving me one of the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen. God, my girl is stunning.

  “Ryker, would you dance with me?”

  Abso-fuckin-lutley.

  “If it means touching you, baby, a million men couldn’t keep me away.” I grip her hips, bringing her flush to me as we begin to sway to our song. I can’t help it; I start singing softly into her ear like I have a thousand times before. The words speaking volumes to the way this girl makes me think, feel, live, and best of all, love. I hold her close to me as we move in time to the music. Nuzzling her neck, I whisper over her skin, “God, I love you,” before taking her lips between my teeth and dipping her, before kissing up and down her neck and jawline.

  “We found love, baby, right here, you and me,” I end on an overdramatic note before cupping my hands on each side of her gorgeous face and kissing her with all that I am.

  Suddenly, ending our kiss, Kat pushes away from me.

  “Now, Mr. Eddison, enough of that sweetness. I have a little surprise for you. I’m going to bring you to your knees, big boy. Go sit that fine-ass of yours in the armchair, and under no circumstances are you allowed to get up.” She begins pushing me as I walk backward, while hitting the dim feature of the light remote while passing the bed.

  “Oh really? Will this surprise let me see what’cha got on under that sexy-as-fuck dress of yours?” I growl, trying to cop a feel before she pushes me down to the chair.

  Paula Cole starts belting out “Feelin’ Love” and I swear I come in my pants as I instantly have an idea of where this is going.

  Fuck, Kat.

  Chapter 64

  Kat

  Backing away from Ryker, who I’ve left sitting in that chair, I can’t help but revel in his gaze heavy with anticipation. I sway my hips suggestively in succession with the music that’s beginning to filter from the speakers. Smiling, I glide my fingertips up and down the sides of my body, stroking my neck and collarbone in time as Ms. Cole quickly gets her groove on about how she’s feelin’ love. I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I am, and it feels liberating, and oh so fucking right. Ryker Eddison has changed me. Gone is the high-strung girl, and in her place is a woman who knows what she wants, which at this point, is to give her man a show he will never forget.

  With that, I turn my back to Ryker and hear his gasp as I slowly raise the hem of my dress, revealing my pink garters. “Kat,” he growls, I turn my head back and offer him a wink as I shake my ass, all the while continuing to pull the hem up more and more. Turning, ever so slowly, I flip my hair around a few times before moving my hands smoothly over my breasts, along my sides, and through my wavy locks. I catch Ryker’s eyes, maintaining contact as I shimmy down low, opening my legs wide and inviting, as I slide my fingertips gently across my inner thighs.

  “Kat, I fucking swear to Christ…” With that, he attempts to stand, and I feel a surge of power at his reaction to my performance. I know I’m testing him here, big time, but hell if I’m not loving it.

  “Sit down, Ryker,” I command with a smile to my tone “Patience, honey, I’m just getting started, but you’ll get what you want.”

  “It’s not what I want, baby. God, it’s what I need. My cock is fucking hard, Kat. Baby, when I get my hands on you, I’m gonna fuck you so deep; you’re going to feel it in your throat.” At his dirty promise, I can’t help but waver a bit and I know Ryker sees it as he grins, knowing he’s affecting me now, too.

  As Paula’s lusty voice croons the chorus line over and over, I begin to unclasp the belt to the dress, which has been concealing the pink bustier. At an agonizing pace, I pull the belt loose. After removing it, I twirl it around a few times before dropping it to the floor.

  “Fucking hell, Kat. Jesus, baby,” is all I hear fall from Ryker’s lips before I resume my swaying, gyrating, and dancing with perfect synchronicity to the sexy lyrics being heard. I strut closer to him, giving him a better view of my outfit, allowing him to see it as well as its sheerness. I pull at my nipples as I dance around him in the chair, leaning in closer at times, taking turns moving my ass and my tits in front of him. I tease him by tugging the back of his hair, running my hands along his jawline. More than once he tries to reach me, causing me to utter out a few “tsk, tsk’s” and “uh-uh’s” as I swat h
is hands away.

  “Kat,” is all he can seem to verbalize as I continue my assault.

  I drop onto all fours as the song is proving to be the perfect background noise to up the ante for my performance. I start crawling toward Ryker as he continues to sit in the armchair, showing no emotions on his face, unusually quiet except for his moans, growls, and curses, which are all the signs I need. I can tell my plan is working. He can’t take those beautiful eyes off me. He’s been gripping the chair’s arms, and I’m pretty sure it’s to keep him in his seat.

  “Jesus, Kat. Fuck me. You are breathtakingly beautiful. I’m not gonna last much longer over here without you, baby.” It’s an admission that I take pleasure in hearing.

  With this plea, I crawl the rest of the way to him. “Take that big cock out for me, Ryker. I need you in my mouth.” With my intention clear, I land between his welcoming legs.

  Chapter 65

  Ryker

  Never in my life have I been this hard or this horny. I swear, hearing Kat telling me to whip my cock out almost made me weep like a baby. How the hell did I get this fucking lucky? God, watching her crawling to me on her knees just about undoes me. When she’s finally close enough, she begins rubbing her hands up and down my legs, avoiding my pulsing cock. “Kat, no more teasing,” is all I can seem to muster. Resting on her knees, she arches her back then pushes the front of that sexy-as-sin bustier thing down, giving me access to her perfect tits. Palming them, I slide closer to the edge of the chair to maintain a better position so I can suck her sweet nipples. Fuck me, if the sight of her doesn’t cause my cock to bounce, begging to be tended to. With a smirk, Kat grips me in her hand before swirling her tongue around my tip, lapping up the pool of pre-cum that has been sitting there waiting for her. I hiss, deciding I can’t take it anymore. I need her.