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“Which part of that is giving you difficulty?” I look up from my textbook and raise my brow at him.
We’re lounging on his bed. It’s one of those rare Saturdays when he doesn’t have a game or even practice. He’s supposed to rest, relax, and get on track with school—his coach’s orders—and he does have his laptop out, even if he mainly seems to be concentrating on the rest and relax part. I was supposed to head to the library, but instead I’ve settled in on his bed with my own books and notes.
“Really?” he asks. “Never?”
“I bet there are plenty of people who’ve never been to New York,” I say rationally.
“Well, yeah. But you were all obsessed with the Museum of Natural History when we were, like, ten.”
“Yeah. Ten,” I say. “That was almost twelve years ago.”
He mulls that over for a bit.
“How come you’ve never been, then? Your parents never took you?”
I stare at the page and refuse to look up.
“We didn’t have the money. And later neither of them felt like doing much of anything with me anymore. Plus, it takes a lot of time to yell at each other in the lawyer’s office and to yell at each other in court. Not adding any road trips to our lives was one of the few things they agreed on.” I turn the page, even though I have no idea what I was just pretending to read. “It doesn’t matter anyway. Who cares?”
“You’re telling me you wouldn’t go if you had the chance now?” he asks.
“No, I’m not saying that. I’m just saying it’s not a priority. It has to wait until I have the time.”
“When’s that?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I don’t have a five-year plan for those things.”
He doesn’t say anything to that, just keeps looking at me with a slightly furrowed brow.
“Stop staring and do something useful,” I mutter and turn the page again.
Instead of listening to that brilliant advice, he pulls the book out of my hands.
“Hey!” I lean over him to get the book back. He holds it up over his head and laughs while I scramble to grab it. The laughter slowly dies down once I’m on top of him, my body plastered against him, lips hovering over his.
“Surrender?”
He aims a devious grin my way, hooks his leg around mine, and rolls us over in the blink of an eye.
His body presses me into the mattress. Can’t say I mind this position too much. I also don’t mind it when he kisses me. Softly at first, then more firmly, until I’m canting my hips up, grinding into him.
“Where are you with the studying?” he pants, lips latching onto my neck.
A shiver runs over my back and goose bumps dot my forearms from anticipation.
“I guess I can spare twenty minutes.” I stretch my neck to the side to give him better access while I push my hips up suggestively.
“How about the rest of the weekend?”
“Your dick will fall off from excessive use.” I groan as his teeth nibble on my earlobe.
He snorts. The sound vibrates through my body until laughter bubbles up from deep within my chest. I don’t even know why it’s so funny, but Ryker leans his forehead against my shoulder, and we both laugh until it’s hard to breathe.
He finally looks up, a wide smile still on his face.
“I like your dick,” I say. His smile widens. I lick my lips and my heartbeat picks up speed, but I force myself to keep looking at him. “And other parts of you. I like other parts of you a lot.”
The smile slips away, replaced by an expression so fierce I feel it in my bones.
