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Ryder stands, looking down at me, his hair ruffled, his mouth shining with my release.“Has no one ever done that for you before?”
I shake my head no, still panting.
He doesn’t say anything, adjusting his hard length in his pants. I look at his crotch. Is this where I’m supposed to reciprocate? I want to, desperately. But I’m afraid he’ll realize how inexperienced I am.
“It’s okay, Sparkles,” he says gruffly. “I don’t need you to do anything.”
He looks at my slick core and pulls his member from his opened jeans. My eyes widen. That’s . . . a lot of dick.
I should be embarrassed, sprawled on my sofa with my legs open, but I figure he’s been up close and personal and likes what he sees, judging by the size of his erection.
His cock is thick and long, the head shiny as it strains toward me. As I watch, a pearl of liquid beads on the end and slides down his length. It’s fascinating and sexy, and my core throbs with renewed lust.
Ryder grips his shaft and begins pumping. Long, firm strokes, his dark eyes moving between mine and my slick center. I can’t take my eyes off him as he speeds up, squeezes tighter, and comes with a guttural grunt. His legs almost buckle beneath him as rope after rope sprays from the tip and splashes between my legs.
“Charity,” he pants as the last drops leave him.
His eyes bore into mine, burning with possessiveness. I think I’ve just been claimed.
Eight
RYDER
Once the strongest orgasm of my life has subsided, regret swallows me whole.
What the fuck have I done?
What happened to duty and honor and everything I’ve lived by my entire life?I close my jeans, wishing I could sear the scene before me into my brain so I can cherish it forever. I’ll never forget how Charity looked as she came apart on my mouth—most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I grab a clean washcloth from the kitchen and run some warm water before carrying it back to Charity. She blushes bright red as I gently clean her up, and guilt eats at me again.
“I’m sorry. I . . . lost my head,” I say hoarsely.
“Why are you apologizing?’ she asks, sitting up on the edge of the sofa and adjusting her clothes.
I sigh. “You know why.”
She stands, zipping her jeans and placing her hands on her hips.“If I didn’t want it to happen, I would have said so, Ryder. I’m not a little girl anymore. I wish you could see that.”
Her voice is sad, and it kills me to know I put it there. Idosee it. Every damned day. And I have no fucking idea what to do about it.
“We should get going. I’ll grab my coat,” she says quietly when the silence stretches.
She turns and leaves the room, and emptiness swallows me. I rake a hand through my hair, overwhelmed by a jumble of conflicting emotions. I’ll never regret what Charity and I just shared, but I don’t know what comes next. Nothing’s changed. I’m still the same fucked up guy I was before I put my mouth and hands on her soft curves.
Loyalty is everything between brothers in arms, and if there’s one thing I learned from my days as a SEAL, it’s to assess all risks.And I can’t risk ruining our lives when I can’t give her a whole man.I left pieces of myself behind on that last deployment.
She has more reason than anyone to grieve Luke. I know she misses him every day, but she’s moving on with her life. Luke would be proud of her. Would he feel the same way about me?
I barely see Charity over the next few days—I know she’s busy with the movie, and I’ve been burying myself in work. Even though I’m in L.A. I still have to manage other team members on security jobs back in Vermont, where my business is based.
The garage calls to say they’ve replaced the starting motor on Charity’s car, and I arrange for them to drop it at the studio lot later today so she has it to drive home.
Despite the movie being kept quiet, manic fans still try to get to Scarlett and Kane, and I’ve had to escort one fan from the premises who was taking selfies outside Kane’s trailer. They were on social media within seconds, and Julianna, the studio owner, was livid. Understandably.
I’ve been distracted. The sweet memories of Charity coming apart for me the other morning are on repeat in my head and have kept me awake at night.
But I’m here to do a job, and my company has a reputation to uphold. Since the incident with the trespassing fan, I’ve kept things professional with Charity. Because when it comes to her, something happens to my brain, and it ceases to function rationally. Probably a lack of oxygen because my blood supply insists on filling my cock instead of circulating to the rest of my body whenever I’m around her.
