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Ryder
Kissing Tatum Hartwas the worst fucking idea he had ever had, but then why did she feel so right in his arms. Her hot little body was pressed up against his so tightly he could practically feel her heart beating. And the way she kissed—God, it was like tasting heaven every time she shyly dipped her tongue in to find his.
She broke their kiss and stood from his lap. “I—I can’t,” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. “I’m sorry Ryder.” He watched as she made her quick escape from his kitchen and ran upstairs to her room. When he heard her door slam, he all but cringed. How did they go from her all but begging him to defy her brother to her running up to her bedroom to hide from him?
“Shit,” he grumbled to himself. He looked at his crutches and back down at the half eaten dinner she made for them. Honestly, he was starving and he knew that taking his pain meds on a partially empty stomach was a craptastic idea, but he also knew that he needed to go after her. Ryder sighed and grabbed his crutches, hobbling his way upstairs.
By the time he reached her locked door, he was tired and in a good deal of pain. “Tatum,” he shouted through the door, “open up and talk to me,” he demanded. Sure, he was ordering her around, just like her brother did, but he was ready for his meds and his bed.
“Go away, Ryder,” she shouted back. “I made a mistake; can’t we just leave it at that?”
“No,” he growled. “I want to know what your fucking problem is. Stop acting like a toddler and open this door,” he ordered.
“I am not acting like a fucking toddler,” she shouted back. He almost laughed out loud when he pictured her stomping her foot in protest on the other side of the door. “There are things you just don’t understand. Things you don’t know about me and when you do, you won’t want to kiss me anymore. It’s just better this way.”
“What the fuck, Tatum?” he growled. “How about you let me decide if I want to kiss you or not. I’m sure you’re making something out of nothing, Honey. Just open the door and talk to me,” he begged. He listened for any movement on the other side of the door but heard nothing. “You know what—do whatever the hell you want. I’m taking my meds and going to bed. Night, Tatum,” he said. Ryder made his way down to his bedroom and quickly got ready for bed. The sooner he could take his medication, the sooner he’d be able to sleep, and that sounded like a damn good plan to him right about now. He’d figure out his whole Tatum problem tomorrow.
* * *
He woketo a dark room and looked at his cell—it was only three in the morning but it felt so much later. That’s what he got for going to sleep before the sun went down. His leg was throbbing and he needed another pill to get him the rest of the way through the night. Ryder sat up and gingerly swung his legs over the side of the bed. He found his crutches, ignoring the woozy feeling from sitting up so quickly. He stood, balancing himself on his crutches, and the room started spinning around him.
“Fuck,” he whispered. He was going down and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. He thought he shouted for Tatum but he wasn’t sure. The last thing he remembered was laying on the damn floor and looking up at his ceiling just before his world went dark.
“Ryder,” he heard a woman whispering in his ear, and damn if it didn’t turn him on. If it wasn’t for the pain in his leg, he’d pull her down and roll her under his body. He had a dream that a dog was chewing on his leg and it hurt like a bitch now that he was coming out of his dream.
“Ryder,” the woman said again. This time she touched his face, even giving it a gentle pat. “Wake up, Ryd,” she insisted. He didn’t want to wake up. The dream of having a sexy mystery woman hovering over him was so much better than the pain in his leg. No, he liked the dream he was having and he’d stay just where he was.
He felt the woman straddle his body and his cock sprang to life, wanting to be freed from his boxer briefs. Her gasp made him smile and he pulled her down on top of his body, letting his lips run over her soft skin. Her hot little ass filled his hands and he flexed his fingers into her fleshy globes—Tatum. It had to be her. He had been dreaming of getting his hands on her ass for the past two days now and he knew she’d be a handful.
“Ryder,” she moaned into his ear, rubbing her body over his. Yeah—this was worth waking up for. He didn’t want to miss a minute of having Tatum Hart on top of his body, hot and ready for him.
“Tatum,” he whispered back.
“You’re awake?” she asked. He didn’t make a move to take his hands off her ass. She was so close, and God, he wanted to kiss her but then he remembered just how their last kiss ended. He decided that having her on top of him wasn’t a bad way of getting what he wanted from her—a conversation.
“You fell,” she said.
“Yeah—I kind of figured that, since I’m laying on the floor and all,” he teased.
“Did you hit your head?” she asked. Her hands roamed his body as if she was checking him over for any new injuries.
“I don’t think so,” he breathed. Her breasts were literally in his face as she leaned over his body, checking out his head for any bumps or bruises. God, she was going to kill him if she didn’t stop searching his body for new injuries. “I’m fine,” he grumbled.
“People who are fine don’t fall to the floor and pass out, Ryder,” she challenged. “How about you let me run you to the emergency room and have you checked out?” she asked.
“No,” he said. “I just got a little dizzy and lost consciousness. I just need my pain pills and then I’ll be fine,” he insisted. Sure, he was lying, and going to the ER was most likely the best plan but he refused to spend the night in one of the uncomfortable beds there while they looked him over.
“Well, you can’t stay here on the floor,” Tatum said. She shimmied back down his body and his cock was all for whatever she had planned. He loved the way she felt in his hands and up against his body. Tatum almost even made him forget his pain. He palmed her ass again, holding her against his erection and she gasped and squirmed even more.
“I don’t know, Honey,” he drawled. “I think I like it down here on the floor.”
Tatum slapped at his bare chest, “You can’t be serious,” she said. “You just fell and you want to have sex?”
He nodded at her, ignoring the pain in his head, “Oh, I’m quite serious, Baby. My cock didn’t get the memo that having you on top of me shouldn’t excite him.” He rubbed his erection on her, feeling her heat through the sexy little panties she wore. He loved the way she filled out her tiny t-shirt but all he wanted to do was strip her out of it and her lacy panties and sink into her body.
“We need to get up. Stop that” she said again, protesting his hands roaming her body. “Ryder,” she shouted. He sighed and pulled his hands free from her body.
“Fine, but you’re going to need to help me up, Honey. Grab one of my crutches and hand it to me, please,” he said. Tatum got up and found his crutches, holding one out to him as if she was afraid to get too close to him and end up on the floor again. He slowly sat up and she was immediately by his side, pulling his arm around her shoulder. He propped the crutch under his other shoulder and put the majority of his weight on it, not wanting to crush her.
