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“You know I can’t stay with you, Ryder. This was only temporary—until you were back on your feet and I could find a job. I found a good one and it’s time for me to find a place to live.”

“You have a place to live. Hell, I’ll even charge you rent if that’ll make you feel any better,” Ryder offered.

“Rent from you?” she stuttered.

He shrugged, “Sure,” he said. “Why not?”

“Because it’s crazy—that’s why not,” she said. He pulled her down and kissed her, knowing that changing the subject wouldn’t work for him and arguing with her was getting him nowhere. Ryder loved the way she wrapped her arms around his neck and turned to straddle his lap. Her hot core was covering his cock and she shamelessly rubbed herself on him, trying to gain some friction. He felt the same way but knew that taking her in his driveway was a good way for them both to end up in jail, and that was the last thing they needed. Ryder wrapped an arm around her waste and shoved his door open to get out of his pick-up. He put her down and grabbed his crutches, wishing he didn’t need them anymore. He hobbled his way to his home, not bothering to check to see if they had an audience with his nosey neighbors, because he honestly didn’t care.

Ryder shut his front door behind him and pushed Tatum up against the wall in the hallway. “Now’s the time to tell me to stop, Honey,” he said. “You have all the say here. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do, Tatum.”

She smirked up at him and nodded, “Well, you did buy me dessert and all,” she teased. Ryder couldn’t help but laugh, she was the sweetest damn woman he’d ever met.

“True,” he said. “So, this is pay back for the cheesecake then?” he asked.

“No,” Tatum breathed. “It’s because I want you,” she admitted. “I’ve fought it for weeks now and I’m done fighting. The question is do you want me, Ryder?” she whispered against his lips, pushing his overly long hair back from his face.

“So fucking much,” he admitted. “More than I’ve ever wanted any other woman in my life” He wasn’t lying about that either. He was so used to hook-ups and quick fucks that Tatum made him half crazy waiting for her. He wanted her for so much more than just a quick fuck. He wanted something more with her but every time he mentioned wanting a family and kids, she shut him out and put her walls back up.

“Then take me, Ryder,” she breathed. “Make me yours.” That was all the permission that Ryder needed and his cock was full steam ahead.

“This is the part where I’d pick you up and carry you to my bed, Baby, but I’m a little out of practice with these things,” he said, holding up his crutches.

“How about I just agree to follow you to your bedroom, Ryder?” she asked. “I’m sure you can think of something to make up for the whole not being able to carry me thing, on our way down the hallway.” Tatum followed him down the hall to the master bedroom, anxious to get to the bed.

She winked and he chuckled, “Challenge accepted,” he agreed. Ryder watched as she sat on the edge of the bed and patted the spot next to her. He sat and tossed his crutches to the side.

“You sure you’re up for this?” she asked. Ryder looked down to his erection and smiled back at her.

“You could say that,” he teased. He ran his hand down her face and cupped her jaw, loving the way she leaned into him. “I’ve wanted you for too long to let my fucking leg get in the way,” he growled.

“I’ll be gentle,” she whispered, stroking her hands down his chest and God, it felt so good to have her touching him.

He chuckled, “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” he teased. “I know this is your first time, Tatum. I’ll make this good for you, I swear.”

“I know you will, Ryder,” she said. “I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about your leg, really.”

“How about you let me worry about my damn leg, Baby?” he asked. He ran the pad of his thumb over her soft bottom lip and it trembled. Ryder was done waiting for what he wanted. It was time he started taking control of his life and make Tatum his. He just hoped like hell that didn’t scare her off.

“Okay,” she breathed. Tatum started unbuttoning her blouse and he felt like he was holding his damn breath.

“Slow down, Honey,” he said, pulling her hands into his own. “I want to take my time with you, Tatum.” She shyly nodded and he laid her back on his bed. Her dark hair spilled around her and she smiled up at him. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed.

“Ryder,” she whispered and reached for him. “Please.” He lowered himself on top of her and she writhed against him. He loved how responsive she was to him. He kissed her lips and when she pulled him down like she couldn’t get enough of him, he lost his shit. Ryder tried to be patient and finish unbuttoning her shirt but instead, he found himself tearing the buttons from her blouse as he exposed her white lacy bra. He stopped kissing her long enough to look her over again—she was the sexiest fucking woman he’d ever seen.

“Baby,” he murmured against her skin. He kissed his way down her body, freeing her perfect breasts from her bra. Tatum moaned when he sucked her taut nipple into his mouth. He loved her taste and the sexy way she moaned his name, arching her back to thrust herself deeper into his mouth. Ryder reached down to her waist and pulled her leggings down her body, rubbing the palm of his hand over her barely there lacy panties. God, she was his walking wet dream.

He slipped two fingers through her already drenched folds and she damn near bucked off the bed. “Easy, Honey,” he drawled. He felt about as crazy as she seemed to be from this thing finally happening between them. He plunged a finger inside of her and she shouted his name. He slipped a second in to help stretch her. “You’re going to feel so fucking good around my cock, Baby,” he whispered. “But first, I need to taste you.” He pulled her panties to the side and sucked her clit into his mouth and he could feel her whole body tense.

“That’s right, Baby,” he said. “You’re going to come for me and then I’m going to make you mine.”

“Yes, Ryder,” she moaned as he returned his mouth to her pussy. He lapped and sucked her into his mouth until she was practically riding his mouth. She was so close and when he slipped his two fingers into her opening, she came for him, shouting his name and God, she was beautiful.

He couldn’t wait any longer, he needed inside of her—the sooner the better. Ryder quickly stripped out of his clothes and she sat up to help him out of his shorts, letting his cock spring free between them. Her little tongue darted out and he could tell that she wanted to taste him, but if he let that happen, he’d come down her throat and all he could think about was getting into her tight pussy.

“Later, Baby,” he hoarsely croaked. “Right now, I need inside of you.” She moaned and ran her hands over his heavy cock.

“But,” she said, pouting up at him.

He laughed and pushed her back into the mattress, covering her again with his body. Ryder rolled over so she ended up on top of him and she squealed. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m giving you control,” he breathed. “Don’t get used to it—I don’t do this often, Baby. But I want you to be in control of your first time. This way, you can take things as slowly as you’d like,” he promised. All he wanted to do was push inside of her and giving up his control was costing him his sanity, but this was what she needed—what she deserved.

Tatum straddled his dick, lining it up with her drenched folds and he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she sank onto his cock inch by excruciating inch. “You feel so fucking good, Baby,” he breathed, stroking his hands through her long hair. She stilled when she was completely seated on him and her slight whimper was enough to break his damn heart.

He held as still as possible, giving her time to adjust. “Tell me you’re all right, Honey,” he demanded. He framed her face with his hands and when she finally nodded, he blew out the breath he had been holding. “Thank fuck,” he sighed.

Tatum started moving on top of him and he helped, pumping his hips to meet her every thrust. “Just like that, Baby,” he breathed.

“I’m so close again,” she moaned. He knew exactly what to do to help her. He snaked his hand down between where their bodies were joined and rubbed the pad of his thumb over her clit. Tatum rode him with a wildness that he loved and when she came again this time, he was right there with her, shouting out her name. She was finally his and there was no going back from that fact for either of them, not that he’d ever want to. He finally had Tatum and there was no way he’d let her go now—she was his.