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The corner of her mouth turned up in the smallest of smiles. He saw the spark of humor in her eyes as she pieced together the truth. He was jealous at the thought of her being with anyoneelse.
His angry growl finally convinced her to give him the answer he had wanted tohear.
"Zero." She hesitated, looking vulnerable again before adding, "No one wasyou."
Their bodies slapped together until the woman beneath him shocked him, begging permission to come. It was a rule he'd enforced months before in their three-hour tryst. It humbled him that she remembered and deferred to his authority over her body, even without Black Light and the roulette wheel there to direct theirgame.
"Come with me, baby. Let me see you losecontrol."
Her pussy clamped his cock tighter, coaxing him to deliver his load deep inside her womb. When he could catch his breath, he couldn't help but praiseher.
"Such a good girl. I've been saving it all for you,too."
He'd made them food. She needed to eat, but all of his energy left him with his ejaculation. Suddenly feeling as tired as she looked, he collapsed, his weight crushing her to the bed in her uncomfortable position until she protested,breathless.
"You're squishingme."
Ryder reluctantly lifted himself, letting his softening erection slide out of her swollen flesh. It was gratifying to see remnants of his pearly seed slipping out of her gash, sliding onto the clean sheets. If he were a gentleman, he'd get her a warm, wet cloth, but he settled for reaching for the bath towel he'd thrown aside earlier, using it to dab at her leakingsex.
Pushing to his feet, he reached out to scoop her relaxed body up into his arms, depositing her head and still damp hair on one of the pillows at the head of the bed, pulling the covers over her naked body and then sliding in beside her to pull her into hisarms.
Having a sex life that usually consisted of pole dancers and sex workers, Ryder rarely snuggled, yet that was exactly what they were doing as they each came down from their sexual high. He tried not to think about how pleased he was that she'd not slept with other men while they'd been apart. They'd had no commitment to each other. No understanding of monogamy to consider. Not even a pinky swear offidelity.
Khloe's voice broke the silence. "Wow..."
He chuckled at her embarrassment at herexclamation.
She giggled, poking his chest playfully. "Some gentleman you are, laughing atme."
He hugged her tighter, pulling her until she lay almost on top of his body before answering. "Hey, at least I'm not making you sleep in the wetspot."
Chapter 13
Khloe woketo the sun shining in her eyes and the smell of bacon cooking. The aroma drew a grumble from her empty stomach. She felt like she'd been asleep for days. Her brain rebooted slowly, enjoying the rare feeling of calmness that had eluded her for weeks. For the first time in a long time, she enjoyed waking slowly, not being jarred awake by nightmares of a faceless man stealing her away to tortureher.
She stretched, reaching her arms up with a yawn and that's when her body screamed at her. Every part of her ached in the best possible way and she had the sex-god, Ryder Helms, to blame forit.
Not that she wascomplaining.
She forced her eyes open, squinting until she grew accustomed to the bright California sunshine streaming in. She knew before looking that she was alone in the bed. She knew that because if Ryder had been there, he'd have been touching her. Squeezing her. Pinching her. Caressing her. Fuckingher.
Like he'd done all nightlong.
After getting a few hours of rest after their passionate reunion, he'd woken her by roughly rolling her onto her tummy, lifting her hips and thrusting his engorged cock deep before she was even fully awake. As if it had been waiting for it, her body let him slide home, already slick for an encore performance of their first rendezvous of the night. Unlike their initial coupling, he'd had the staying power of a racehorse, riding her hard through not one or two, but three orgasms before finally emptying himself inside heragain.
When they'd caught their breath, he'd pulled her up to spoon, her back to his front, using his right arm as her pillow. They each fell back into a satiated sleep, his softening appendage still buried insideher.
There was no clock in the room, so she had no clue what time it was. Based on the sun alone, it had to be after eight. She'd been out of communication, without her cell phone, for over ten hours now. A part of her didn't feel whole without her twenty-first century technology, but a bigger part felt relaxed for the first time in a long time, knowing no one could find her... get to her... mess with her. Not her stalker and not even theKaplans.
It wasliberating.
Just knowing Ryder was so near calmed her in a way that didn't make sense to her. She knew Trevor cared for her. That he'd give his life for her if it came down to it. He was solid.Dependable.
Ryder had shown himself to be the opposite of those qualities. He'd pushed her hard, in unpredictable ways. He'd deserted her, without explanation or apology, before showing up again from out of the blue, acting possessive one minute and aloof thenext.
He was an enigma.Unknown.
Her brain told her to run the other way, yet deep down, that inner voice she'd learned to listen to told her to trust him. It confused hergreatly.
