“You know, you’re kind of a moody bastard.”
Ryne’s smirk is frustratingly hot and oh so irritating. “So I’ve been told.”
My eyes flash and I stare at him straight on. “Your grouchy ass doesn’t scare me, Ryne.”
He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head to the side. “No?” Amusement dances across his face and I narrow my eyes. I feel like he’s trying to call my bluff like he did at camp. And that both pisses me off and turns me on.
I push against his chest and walkhimbackward now, to my bed. He doesn’t resist, although I’m fairly confident I could have moved him even if he had. I shove him down and his ass bounces as he hits the mattress. I crawl up his body, bury my face in his neck and breathe deeply, then grind down on his dick. His moans make me harder and even more desperate for him.
“No,” I whisper into his neck, then sit up. “No, you don’t scare me, Ryne. Mr. Grumpy Ass, Mr. Tough Guy, Mr.—”
“Dacen?”
I peer down at him and he bites his lip. “Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Well, okay. So I do.
I can’t get enough of his lips, his tongue. I need more. But I’m also kind of nervous. I’m not sure what to expect, what’s next to come. This is Ryne Sutton, Mr. Moody Broody Asshole, moaning beneath me while I suck on his neck and bite his nipple. I don’t know what this means, if anything, what we’re doing now. Ryne sits up and wraps my legs around him, now that I’m basically sitting on his lap. His arms encircle my waist to tug me closer, then he runs his hands up and down my back.
“You’re thinking too hard, Dacen,” he murmurs while he sucks on my neck. His tongue, holy shit his tongue, is hot and wet and perfect. The things he’s doing with it—even just to my neck—are making me wriggle and squirm and nearly lose my ever-loving mind. “This is pretty simple. Lie back and let me make you come.” The light touch of his fingers as they travel over my back and along my hips, following some invisible path that I hope leads to my dick, is whisper-soft.
I press my lips to his and hold them there for a moment before breaking away. “Okay, Sweet Cheeks.”
Ryne smiles—not smirks—and that, paired with the gleam in his eyes, sets off an avalanche of unexpected emotion through me. It tumbles into my heart and down into my gut. It’s sharp and takes my breath away, but also warm and soothing. It’s also something that I am one hundred percent keeping to myself right now. Let me not freak him the fuck out before we get to the really fun part. My lips slowly draw up into a smile and then deepen into a grin.
“Well?” I sass. “What are you waiting for? A written invitation?”
Ryne’s eyes narrow and then he chuckles, shaking his head. He leans in and puts us nose to nose. “You’re going to regret the attitude, D.” My eyes widen when he bites my chin—it doesn’t hurt—and somehow manages to extricate my body from his and flip me over so I’m lying flat on my stomach.
I peer back at him. “What are you… oh,” I moan. “Okay.” I let my head flop back down as Ryne makes a path of hot kisses from the base of my skull down to my waistband. He tugs the fabric down and dips his tongue into each of the grooves near my ass. It both tickles and feels good, and when my hips jerk up at the sensation, Ryne uses that as an opportunity to yank my shorts off.
Ryne swears under his breath and mutters, “I’m gonna fucking nut right here and now.” I press my lips together to hold back a smile. I feel him moving around and then another minute later my boxer briefs are gone. Ryne’s loosely straddling my legs again when he speaks. “Turn over.”
My eyes nearly bug out of my head when I do so and find Ryne’s sexy naked self hovering above me. He leans down and my eyes flutter shut when our bodies come together. He thrusts against me and the friction of his dick against mine has me seeing stars.
“Oh my God, Ryne,” I gasp and grip his ass, pulling him closer. My hips rise to meet his every move. “If this is me regretting the attitude, then you can expect a helluva lot more attitude from now on.” He grinds against me, harder and faster, and after a way too short amount of time for my liking, that feeling sneaks up out of nowhere. “Oh shit, I’m gonna…” My dick gets even harder and swells, then cum shoots between us.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ryne pants. He crushes our lips together as his own orgasm hits.
We’re both sucking air while we come down, and Ryne looks at me with a smirk. “So did I earn that extra credit, D?” An unattractive snort slips out of me and I slap my hands over my mouth. Ryne grins and kisses my fingers. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes.’”
* * *
Later that eveningas I recline on my bed, I reflect on the day. It was the best birthday gift, start to finish. Just before Ryne left I joked that I finally fulfilled my payback on him.
And let me tell you, it was perfect.
28
Ryne
It’s been exactly seven days since my brain vacated my body and I took Dacen to the falls. There’s no other explanation for what I did, other than I temporarily lost control of my mind and body.
You had fun though, echoes through my head.
Shut up.
