“You okay, baby?” he finally asked.
I wiggled my hips, relieved there was no pain, only pleasure. I nodded, breathless. “Move, please.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. His thrusts were slow at first, then deeper strokes as my body opened for him. Every pump of his hips dragged his dick against that perfect spot inside me, building my pleasure higher and higher.
“Gonna fill this tight little pussy,” he growled, hips snapping harder. “You’re mine now, Riley. All fucking mine.”
The words, combined with the relentless stroke of his dick and how he was looking at me like I was everything, sent me spiraling. I came hard around him, crying out as my inner walls clenched tight. “Ryot, yes! Oh yes!”
He groaned, riding me through my orgasm, then flipped us so I was on top. “Ride me, baby. Take what you need and come for me again.”
With my palms pressed against his broad chest, I moved on him, awkward at first but growing bolder as pleasure took over. He watched me with hungry eyes, his thumbs stroking my nipples.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous taking my cock.” His hands tightened on my hips. “Your perfect tits bouncing.”
“I’m close,” I gasped.
He flipped us again, this time taking me from behind, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other held my hip in a bruising grip. “Come for me again. Want to feel you milking my cock when I fill you up.”
I shattered one more time, and Ryot followed right after with a guttural groan. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing inside me as he whispered filthy, possessive promises against my neck.
But we didn’t stop there. He took me two more times that night—once slow and tender in the shower, and again in his bed with my legs over his shoulders.
By the time we finally collapsed, sweaty and spent, I cuddled against his chest, his hand possessively stroking my back. Unfortunately, I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d never want to touch me again once my troubles caught up with me. I hoped I’d earned his trust and respect enough that he’d believe me, but with the way Shawn had framed me, I was terrified he wouldn’t.
10
GAUGE
Waking up with Riley pressed against my chest was easily the best fucking moment of my life. I lay still for a few minutes, soaking in the quiet pleasure of having her body cuddled against mine, her silky dark hair splayed across my pillow, and the lingering scent of her skin and our shared heat surrounding me.
Her breathing was slow and steady, a faint flush still coloring her cheeks from the night before, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d come apart beneath me, her brown eyes locking on mine with a vulnerability she hadn’t shown me until then. Nothing had ever come close to the intensity of what Riley and I had shared last night, and now that I’d had her, there wasn’t a chance in hell I was ever letting her go.
But even as I savored the soft warmth of her against me, a more demanding tension began to settle deep inside my chest. Riley was here in my bed, trusting me with her body, but she still hadn’t given me her secrets.
I wanted to demand that she tell me everything so I could finally understand what had sent her running scared and kept her glancing over her shoulder. It ate at me knowing somethingmade her guarded enough to be ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. If I was going to keep her safe—and there wasn’t a fucking question that I would—I needed to know what we were dealing with. Protecting her required knowing exactly what she was running from, and the more I thought about it, the more my possessiveness surged, leaving me restless and frustrated.
I brushed a strand of hair gently away from her cheek, my thumb lingering against her soft skin as her eyelashes fluttered. She stirred slightly, shifting against me, her body warm beneath the sheets. Then her eyes slowly opened, their soft, drowsy expression locking onto mine, and something inside my chest clenched painfully.
She looked content, vulnerable, and trusting in a way I’d never seen her before. It made my throat tighten, and I knew I couldn’t push her this morning. I could give her just a little longer to come to me willingly with the truth even though patience had never been one of my strongest virtues. Fuck, waiting would be hard as hell, but if it meant keeping her exactly where she was right now, it would be worth it.
“Good morning.” Her voice was soft and slightly hoarse from sleep. A faint smile curved her lips as she stretched slowly beneath me, sending a hot surge of lust through me. “How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough to know this is how I want to wake up every damn day.” I lowered my head and softly kissed her mouth.
She responded immediately, her lips parting beneath mine, and her body pressing closer to me in invitation. I deepened the kiss, my tongue sliding over hers as my hand slid down her side to grip her hip, pulling her closer until the heat of her body melted perfectly against mine.
It didn’t take long before every coherent thought vanished, replaced by the overwhelming need to bury myself deep inside her again. To claim every inch of her as mine.
As I shifted my weight fully over her, my hips settling firmly between her thighs, I felt the warm, sticky evidence of last night coating her skin, and it hit me that I’d taken her without protection. The idea of her carrying my child struck something primal deep within me, a satisfaction that tightened every muscle in my body.
I liked the thought of her bound to me in that way, carrying proof of the bond we’d formed. At the same time, I knew that if she ended up pregnant, it would make it that much harder for her to leave. The thought should have made me pause, but it only intensified my hunger for her, my cock growing painfully hard as I pressed against her. Riley was mine now, and I intended to make sure she stayed that way by any means necessary.
She must’ve felt the change in my energy because her eyes widened slightly, and she drew in a shaky breath as she looked up at me. Her eyes darkened with need, and her thighs parted instinctively, welcoming me closer.
Fuck, there was no holding back now.
“Ryot.” The sound of my name on her lips nearly broke the last thread of my restraint. “I need you.”
