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"Oh fuck," she moaned, and her pussy tightened around me as her orgasm took her. I shoved deep, sending her back bowing into a second orgasm that drew my own from me. When my cum filled the condom, I wanted to tear a hole in it.
But I didn't for her sake. I drew her into my arms, rolling to my back so she sprawled on top of my chest. My fingers trailed up and down her spine through her nightie as sleep hovered at the edges of my vision. But I had to get rid of the condom.
When Calla let out a soft snore, I chuckled, gently rolling her to her back as I pulled out of her.
I disposed of the condom and grabbed a towel to clean her while she slept.
She wouldn't want to wake up with condom lube on her and smelling of sex.
Twenty-Four
Calla
I tried to fight back the panic. The thought of my father spending time with Ryker made me anxious.
I didn't know why. It wasn't like I should have cared what he thought of Ryker.
It wasn't as if I liked the ridiculous, sarcastic, arrogant Hulk of a man.
The thought I might wasn't even worth repeating. Especially not after the horrible mistake I'd made in my sleepy haze the night before. But having him touch me like that, like I was everything, was enough to bring me to my knees.
Even in the happiest days of our marriage, Chad had never touched me like he worshiped me. Like every inch of my skin and every freckle was precious to him and he needed to explore it.
Taking him inside me had never felt like coming home.
Not the way it did when Ryker finally took pity on me and fucked me. But it hadn't felt like he fucked me.
It felt like he made love to me and that just wasn't true. You couldn't make love to a person you didn't know. But knowing that Ryker could make me feel like he did, more than my husband ever had in our marriage, what did that say?
It was more evidence to Ryker's assertion that my husband didn't love me. I’d thought about it frequently since he’d said it, and every hour that passed led me closer and closer to one truth. That while I knew our marriage had been rocky at times, I’d thought we built it on a solid foundation of love that, in reality, never existed.
And that left me grieving for a man who had deceived me. Lied to me.
I just didn't know why he would do such a thing, and why I’d been so blind to it.
The knock on the front door jarred me out of my thoughts, and I jumped in place. My hip slammed into the kitchen counter, and my hand threatened to spill extra powdered sugar into the frosting I had beating in the stand mixer. "You okay, Tesoro?" Ryker asked, stepping up behind me. His arms wrapped around my waist, his lips pressing a warm kiss to the back of my neck as he leaned into me and breathed me in. I tried not to take comfort in the casual display of affection, or that Ryker seemed like he couldn't get enough of touching me.
Even when it wasn't a sexual touch, he constantly looked for ways to touch me and hold me. Like he needed the reassurance that I was with him, and he couldn't quite believe it.
"I'm fine," I said, tugging away from the comforting touch even if it threatened to break something inside me. Adding Oreo crumbles to the frosting, I tried not to be too bothered by the loss. I'd let myself be lured in with Chad's false promises and easy touches, taking them for love when they might have been nothing close to that. There was no way Ryker could love me, and I couldn't make that same mistake again.
Turning off the mixer, I took to frosting the cooled cakes while Ryker continued on like I hadn't tried to brush him off. He went for the front door, tugging it open to reveal my father standing there and looking curious.
"Oh good lord, I thought for sure I had the wrong address," he laughed, stepping inside when Ryker moved back out of the entryway. My father's eyes were wide when he looked around, taking in the absolute luxury of the converted warehouse. I didn't know why Ryker hadn't bothered to fix up the outside, though I suspected it had something to do with him liking that most people thought it was uninhabited until they came up to the gate, anyway.
But he'd spared no expense on the rest of the house.
"Grandpa!" Axel yelled, charging through the kitchen to hug my Dad's legs tight to his chest.
"Hey, Axe," my Dad said, patting his head and shoulders to return the affectionate squeeze. "Where's your sister?"
"She's playing in the living room. All wrapped up in her dollhouse," Ryker said, and he nodded his head to Axel. "Why don't you give your Grandpa a tour?"
"Really?" Axel asked, excitedly.
"Sure thing. This is your home too, little man." My father barely pressed a kiss to my cheek as Axel took his hand and dragged him into the living room. "The bathroom is down the little hall across from the front door, and you saw the kitchen and dining room," he chattered excitedly as they passed me and went for the play area and living room. Ines's new dollhouse was the latest addition Ryker had brought home with him one day, looking frilly and pink and ridiculous next to the industrial bones of the warehouse.
"Hi, Grandpa!" Ines piped up from her little corner where I hadn't been able to pull her away from the damn dollhouse for days.
