Ray of New (Ray #6)

by E. L. Todd

  “Of course,” she said with excitement. “We have lots of food, so please come hungry.”

  “We will. See you soon, Mom.”

  “Bye, sweetheart.”

  He hung up and shoved his phone into his pocket. “I’m surprised you wanted to come.”

  “Well, think about it. I could distract Austen so you can be alone with Madeline.” It was the perfect cover-up to my real intentions with Austen.

  He bought it. He snapped his fingers then pointed at me. “That’s a damn good plan.”

  “I’m very wise. I know.”

  “Let’s head out and grab a six-pack on the way.”

  “Good idea.”

  Chapter Six

  Austen

  “How’d it go with Jason?” Madeline sat across from me at the picnic table. She sipped a glass of water with a slice of lemon wedged on the side of the plastic cup. Being a ballerina was tough work. She had to eat nothing to stay thin, but yet, she had to pull some insane stunts without any carbs.

  I could never do it.

  “It was okay. We went out for a few drinks then he took me home.”

  “Anything good happen there?”

  My parents were inside the house preparing the burgers and condiments. We were out of earshot so I could discuss the intimacy of my sex life. “He kissed me good night, but that was it.”

  She propped her chin on her hand. “Didn’t feel anything?”

  I thought he was hot, but my libido went out the window when Ryker made an appearance. He was the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on, and thinking about him made me forget about Jason completely. I didn’t invite Jason inside because I wished it were Ryker taking me home instead. Something about that guy made my thighs squeeze together. I’d killed the battery to my vibrator last night because I’d been using it so much since I met him.

  Of course, I didn’t tell Madeline any of this.

  We were close. But not that close.

  “Guess not.” I sipped my Corona and enjoyed the shade the tree provided. I was used to the humid summers on the East Coast. When the sun was nearly gone and the temperature started to cool, it was my favorite time of the year.

  “I’m guessing Ryker is off the table?” She grabbed the lemon off her glass and squeezed the juice into her water. When the peel was destroyed, she tossed it inside where it floated on top of the ice.

  “Yeah. I made my move, and he turned me down. So that’s over.” I’d been rejected before. What woman hadn’t? But it didn’t shake my confidence or deter me from asking out another guy if I ever saw one that caught my attention. But if he wasn’t into it from the beginning, I moved on to something else. I wasn’t the kind of woman who chased a guy. Too much self-respect for that.

  “Is he a freak or something?”

  “He said it was because of Liam. Since they’re friends and all.” I rolled my eyes. “But when he saw me with Jason the other night, he made a pass at me.”

  “So, he is interested in you?”

  “Not really,” I explained. “I think that drop-dead gorgeous god is used to women obsessing over him and waiting around for him to call. So when he realized I wasn’t into that stupidity, it made him question just how sexy he really is. I think that’s what lit a fire under his ass.”

  “Possibly,” she said. “Or maybe he was just jealous.”

  “Who knows?” I grabbed a chip and dunked it into the sweet onion dip. “Doesn’t matter anyway. There are plenty of fish in the sea, right?”

  “Uh…I don’t know about that.” Her gold earrings dangled from her lobes and reflected the sun with every little move she made. “Ryker is pretty damn delicious. If that guy said he was on GQ this month, I would believe him—in a heartbeat.”

  “Yeah…he does look tasty.”

  “If you didn’t call dibs on him, I would have gone for him.”

  “I don’t have dibs anymore, so he’s all yours.”

  She eyed the chip bowl but didn’t dare take one. “Honestly, I think your brother is kinda cute.”

  “Really?” I couldn’t help but make a disgusted face. I loved my brother because he was the best guy I knew with a heart of gold, but I would never forget the experience of sharing a bathroom with him. There were some memories that just couldn’t be erased no matter how hard I tried.

  “Okay, I think he’s really cute,” she said with a laugh. “But is that weird for you?”

  It would be pretty hypocritical if I said it was. “Just don’t stick your tongue down his throat in front of me, and we’re good.”

  “Because I’ve done that before,” she said sarcastically.

  “I’m just saying…” I dunked another chip into the dressing and popped it into my mouth. There was nothing better than chips and dip on a hot summer day.

  My dad walked into the backyard with the burgers wrapped in foil. He got the grill going while holding a beer in one hand, refusing to put it down for even a second. Mom’s voice carried through the screen door in the house.

  “Liam must be here,” I said. “Here’s your chance to make something happen.”

  “We’ll see how it goes,” she said. “I can’t really tell what kind of—”

  I grabbed another chip and dunked it into the dip, getting over half of it submerged before I shoved it into my mouth. “Hmm?” I didn’t know why she’d stopped speaking so abruptly because I was so focused on eating.

  She kept eyeing the back door. “Ryker is here.”

  I hid my expression so no one would notice my surprise. A sudden thrill jolted through me, followed by the blush in my cheeks and the tightness of my thighs. But after I took a breath, all those emotions passed. He may be the sexiest hunk I’d ever seen, but he was still just a dude. I wasn’t going to let him get me worked up.

  Liam reached the table first, his eyes on Madeline like I didn’t exist. “Long time, no see.”

  “Hey.” Madeline kept her cool so well I couldn’t tell she was attracted to my brother. “You got here just in time. There are still chips left.”

  “Phew.” Liam helped himself to the seat beside her. “I’m glad Austen didn’t eat them. She tends to do that.”

  I ignored the insult because Ryker immediately took the seat beside me, his arm brushing against mine because he didn’t leave any space between us. The hard muscles of his arms grazed against my soft skin, making me think of the countless fantasies I had about him. I was a big fan of arm porn. You know, the kind that’s chiseled to perfection and you just can’t stop staring.

  Ryker had those kinds of arms.

  “Hey, Stone Cold.” His flirty tone passed over me like his fingertips were directly on my skin.

  I refused to call him by the name I’d given him. “Hey. Chips and dip?”

  “No, thanks. I’ll wait until the burgers are ready.”

  Liam got cozy with Madeline and asked her how dance recital was the night before. They fell into quiet conversation together, Madeline still keeping her cool about her attraction.

  That left me to fend for myself against Ryker. The spell of pine and bar soap came over my nose just the way it did the last time I was this close to him. When he kissed me, my toes curled in my shoes until they ached, and my lips trembled like an electric current passed through them. Everything about him reeked of sex—good sex. When he turned me down twice, it didn’t hurt my confidence, but trust me, I was disappointed.

  “So, how’d your date go?” He rested his elbows on the wooden table as he leaned close to me. He didn’t seem to care if Liam noticed our proximity because he only came closer and closer.

  “Fine.” I wasn’t giving him more than that.

  “Are you going to see him again?”

  “Maybe.” No, I wasn’t. I didn’t like him enough to risk an awkward work relationship. But I didn’t want to put all my cards on the table for Ryker to see. I’d already done that before, so he lost his privileges.

  “Did you kiss him?”

  I popped a chip into my mouth
and took my time chewing it, drawing out the pause as long as possible.

  His eyes were glued to my face, dark and intense.

  “I’m not really a kiss-and-tell kind of lady.”

  Ryker somehow figured out the answer from that response. “Nothing compared to what we had, huh?”

  The arrogant comment ruffled my feathers, but it did nothing to douse my attraction.

  “Come over after dinner.”

  “I’m good.”

  He narrowed his eyes, but my response seemed to excite him more. “We can play this cat-and-mouse game all you want, but you know what happens at the end.”

  “The cat gets his paw stuck in a mousetrap?”

  He smiled with his lips but not his eyes. “The cat gets what he wants.” His green eyes were scorching and brilliant, drilling right into me like he could see past my front. His wide shoulders looked perfect for gripping, and those soft lips looked perfect for kissing. I wanted that hot body on top of mine, covered in sweat as he shoved his impressive length inside me. I hadn’t had a good lay in a while, and I was losing my mind.

  Can you tell?

  ***

  After dinner, we said goodbye to my parents then walked to the street. I usually walked home instead of taking a cab because I preferred the exercise. At work, I sat at a desk all day and didn’t get to stretch my legs very often.

  Liam and Madeline shared a cab because they both lived in the same direction.

  So that left me alone…with him.

  “Can I walk you home?” He walked beside me, his hands in his front pockets. The t-shirt fit his sculpted body well, showing his powerful chest and shoulders. He had long legs, and I assumed he had muscled thighs just the way I liked.

  “I can manage.” I was never afraid to walk the city at night. I had my pepper spray and my fist to take out anyone who crossed me. If a guy tried to rob me, he’d be collapsed on the ground with a broken dick.

  “Well, how about you walk me home?” He came close to me, his arm nudging me gently in the side. “I could use the company.”

  I smiled at his sly move. “You seem like you can manage.”

  His arm snaked around my waist, and he pulled me tighter into his side. His strong core pressed against me, feeling like concrete rather than a person. His face leaned toward mine, his five o’clock shadow brushing against my skin. “I don’t want to jerk off tonight—unless it’s on your tits.” He maneuvered me until my back hit the wall of a building we were passing. I didn’t even notice it because I was absorbed in his intense gaze and sexy mouth.

  He pressed his body into mine and dug one hand into my hair. He fisted it like he owned me, like I was his property to do with whatever he wished. He hiked up my leg around his and kissed me hard on the mouth, taking my breath away with his intensity.

  The outline of his cock was defined in his jeans, and he pressed it right against my clit, giving me the most exquisite friction I’d ever felt in my life. He pulled my bottom lip into his mouth and gave it a gentle bite before he kissed me with his sexy embrace.

  I knew he was trying to seduce me to get me in naked in his bed.

  And it was working.

  It was working really well.

  He rubbed against me as he kept kissing me, making me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. He was a phenomenal kisser, the kind I would never forget as long as I lived. It made my kiss with Jason feel like an embrace between two cousins. It wasn’t full of the raw passion we shared now.

  He gave me his tongue and moaned with me, enjoying every touch and caress as much as I did. His hard length continued to press against me, pushing me further into oblivion. He had me on the precipice of ecstasy but didn’t push me over the edge. He kept me right there with him, torturing both of us.

  Now I didn’t care about going back on my word. I didn’t care that he rejected me before. I knew Ryker was a golden ticket, a guaranteed night of unbelievable sex that would blow my mind and curl my toes.

  So I was going for it. “Let’s go to your place.” I gripped his biceps and pulled his body farther into mine, memorizing the feel of his length against me. I could count the inches and measure the girth by the pressure he applied to my clit. I wanted that cock everywhere—in my mouth and between my legs.

  He kept his mouth pressed against mine. “Can you wait that long, sweetheart?”

  If he fucked me against this wall, I probably wouldn’t stop him. “No. So we should hurry.”

  ***

  Once the door opened, our mouths were glued together once more. He kicked the door shut with his foot then lifted me into the air until my legs were secured around his waist. My hands dug into his soft hair as we kissed down the hallway and into his bedroom.

  I didn’t see a single piece of furniture in his apartment. Everything could be made of solid gold, and I still wouldn’t give a damn. All I cared about was his bed—and getting fucked on it.

  He lay me back on the foot of the bed and slipped my sandals off before he worked my jeans and got them off.

  I shoved my panties off because we weren’t moving quickly enough. I didn’t need any foreplay because we’d been eye-fucking since the day we met. I was wet and good to go. His cock would have no problem sliding in and out no matter how big it was.

  I didn’t bother with my top because I just wanted him inside me. I wanted to feel every inch of his manliness. I wanted to feel that exquisite stretching that I missed so dearly. “Goddammit, get your clothes off.”

  The corner of his mouth rose in a smile as he yanked his shirt over his head. Like I pictured, he was all muscle—all man. He had perfectly outlined pecs, a chiseled stomach with a noticeable V between his hips, and the sexiest arms ever.

  “Damn…” I licked my lips automatically, my eagerness driving me forward.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetheart.” He undid his jeans and kicked them to his ankles. He stood in his boxers, his cock outlined by the fabric. He grabbed the band and teased me, slowly pulling it down.

  I propped myself on my elbows and waited for the grand finale.

  He yanked them off, letting his enormous cock pop out. Nine inches of female fantasy, he was long and hard as a rock. His tip was darker than the rest of his length, swollen with erotic blood. A drop of lubrication had formed at the head, and my tongue wanted to lick it away.

  “Jesus Christ.”

  His grin dropped, the intense gaze returning to his look. His look was so dark he was nearly brooding. He grabbed a condom from the pocket of his jeans and slowly rolled it on, leaving a good gap at the tip for all the come he was about to deposit.

  He pressed his thumb against my clit and rubbed me aggressively, making my legs spasm at his touch.

  I let out an involuntary moan, already so horny that he didn’t even need to touch me.

  He slipped two fingers inside me and felt my slickness. “Fuck…that tight little cunt is ready for me.”

  “Yes…fuck me.” I hadn’t been this aroused in my life. I’d had good sex with amazing men, but nothing. I already wanted to come, and we hadn’t even begun.

  He grabbed my hips and dragged me until I was positioned perfectly at the edge of the bed. My ass hung off slightly, and he gripped me by the back of the knees, keeping my thighs far apart.

  Like his cock had a mind of its own, his head found my entrance and slowly slid inside, moving through my mounds of lubrication and into my tight channel. He locked his eyes to mine and moaned. “Fuck, your pussy is amazing.” He continued to inch all the way inside until he was completely sheathed.

  I gripped his forearms and moaned with pure pleasure. His girth stretched me wide apart, slightly painful but so exquisite. He was so far within me that he nearly hit my cervix, just inches away. I never cared about size, but now that I’d been with a man with an enormous cock, I realized it mattered.

  It mattered a lot.

  “Shit, I’m gonna come already.”

  He slowly pulled out of me before he
thrust back in. “I’m gonna make you come a lot tonight, sweetheart. So pace yourself.”

  I dug my nails into his forearms. “God…you’re my hero.”

  He thrust his hips and fucked me hard, driving his cock forcefully into me and shaking my entire body with every movement. My tits moved with every thrust he gave, my nipples hard and pointed to the ceiling.

  I gripped my tits and played with them, twisting my own nipples for him to enjoy. He ignited a heathen within me, turning me into sexual deviant that couldn’t be satisfied. I didn’t feel an ounce of hesitation for the things I was doing. I fell into him, into the moment, and didn’t think about anything else.

  “I want you to count with me.” He leaned forward over the bed, driving his cock hard inside me as far as it would go, hitting me in the cervix and rubbing his pelvic bone against my clit.

  As he expected, the fire erupted deep in my belly and stretched everywhere. My pussy clenched around him, and a scream exploded from my throat. I was consumed in volcanic fire, all the sensations hitting me at once. I came harder than I ever had in my life, his enormous cock still pounding into me. “God…yes.”

  He spoke with more authority than a war general. “Count.”

  I felt the high slowly recede from my body, but the tenderness remained behind. “One…”

  ***

  It was around five in the morning when he positioned himself behind me and fisted my hair like reins on a horse. He yanked my head back and shoved himself inside me, feeling the same amount of wetness as he did hours ago.

  “Oh…” I felt his cock slam into me, hitting the sweet spot almost instantly.

  He gripped one of my hips and thrust into me like my pussy was his property. He worked his hips vigorously, our skin tapping together as we screwed like animals in spring. He grunted as he pumped into me, sweat covering his body as he worked to give it to me good.

  This was heaven.

  Ryker was a god made just to please women.

  I was so grateful I got to be one of them.

  He yanked my head back harder as he rammed his enormous dick inside me. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”