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My hands loosen as the tears start.
I don’t want to break down and cry.
But something about meeting my man has changed me, bringing my emotions far closer to the surface.
I was able to beat them down before.
But now they rise relentlessly.
“Oh, Ruby,” he says, squeezing me against his chest.
I bury my face against him, sobbing as memories of Dad wash through me.
“He was always my friend. He was always the one who told me it wasn’t my fault when I got upset about my Mom, about how she died giving birth to me… And I tried to believe him, Rider, like I’m trying to believe you now. Maybe it won’t be my fault if Aaron hurts your friend. Maybe you’re technically right. But I won’t be able to believe that, not deep down where it matters.”
He slowly strokes his hand through my hair.
“Fuck, Ruby,” he snarls. “You’re putting me in one hell of a position here.”
“I know.” I look up at him with blurry eyes. “But I can’t live with any more guilt. Please.”
He strokes his thumb along my cheek, brushing away my tears.
“Do you know how difficult it is to say no when the woman of my dreams is looking at me like that?”
I giggle through a sob, the sound messy and confused. But there’s something positive and star-bright in there despite the circumstances. “I’m sorry for putting you in this position. But I want to be honest with you.”
“Always,” he snarls, leaning down and kissing away more of my tears. “We’re always going to be honest with each other. If I’m taking you with me, you need to do exactly what I say. Down to the fucking letter. Do you understand?”
I nod, biting my lip.
His words are so fierce, so possessive.
“Ruby.” His voice rumbles. “Do you realize how crazy you make me when you do that?”
“Do what?”
He slides his hands down to my ass, squeezing, burying his fingers in my flesh.
“Bite your lip like a horny innocent virgin.”
I gasp.
After all the seriousness that just passed between us, the lust somehow doesn’t seem out of place.
That’s one of the things that’s so special about us, about what we share.
We move between moods passionately, almost violently, because the intensity of what we feel is so consuming.
He slides his other hand up my leg, his eyes somehow becoming more intense.
“Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you said,” he snarls.
“What?” I whimper.
He chuckles darkly. “You said you were ready. And it’s a long time until sundown.”
His hand makes a deep impression on my thigh.
A part of me wants to tell him, yes, yes, fucking yes.
But nerves flutter through me, free to multiply and flap their jagged wings now that my body is no longer bolstered by the penetrating confidence of the orgasm.
Chapter Fourteen
Rider
I know it’s damn wrong of me.
It makes me an animal to be able to indulge the beastliness of my hard cock so soon after she just broke down about her dad.
It makes me one hell of a monster, truth be told.
But that’s what my woman does to me, calling out to my surging seed and the carnal possessiveness inside of me.
I can’t fight it as I slide my hand higher, pressing down on her core through her pants. She lets out a sigh, her breath hot against my chest even through the fabric of my shirt.
“Wait,” she whimpers, taking a step backward.
“Wait?” I snap, my cock pulsing as though in rebellion. “What for?”
“I don’t think I can.”
Her eyes flit down, making her look shy and virginal. She has the exact sort of innocent fuck-me look that makes me want to throw her down onto the couch and strip her naked again, but this time to bring my massive helm to her young tight slit and open her up, forcing her body to let me inside of her until I’m deep enough to fire my seed right into her begging greedy womb.
“Why not?” I snarl. “You said…”
She waves a hand. “I know what I said. But that was before, in the heat of the moment. I don’t know. It’s difficult for me, Rider. Please don’t rush me.”
I know this is the moment weaker men would try to guilt her into giving her body to them, but there’s no part of me that wants my queen to open her thick luscious legs until she’s ready.
No, that’s not true.
I’m not a goddamn monk.
I want – I need – her to get past her nervousness and give me that precious pink hole.
But I’d never pressure my woman.
“I’d never rush you,” I say. “But you’re living in a fucking dream world if you think I can spend the rest of the day in this bunker with you and my balls heavier than stones.”
She bites her lip…
She’s such an innocent gorgeous virgin.
I told her how crazy that makes me, but she can’t seem to stop doing it.
