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“Ryker,” I whimper, letting my mouth and legs fall open as I bloom under his expert touch. His heated eyes look down at me from where he lies on his side, up on one elbow.
“I like my name from your pretty lips, tag-a-long,” he says.
Wetness seeps from me, soaking the panties that are slipping inside my folds with every stroke of his hand. The fabric only adds to the increasing friction.
My eyes fight to remain open to watch him as he watches me. It’s the hottest moment I’ve ever had. Possibly because it’s the only moment with a male, I’ve ever had where I’m in control.
I can feel an orgasm building from my belly as every muscle readies for the coming storm, twitching and tightening in a symphony of slight movements.
“That’s it, tag-a-long, let me make you feel good,” Ryker moans, helping me along by pressing into my pussy.
“Fuck, fuck!” I moan, grinding into his movements without shame, needing him more and more as the quake builds.
I shout his name as I pulse with waves of pleasure that rack my body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, nipping at my lips. I’d kiss him back if I could coherently do so.
“Oh my God!” I breathe, coming back to myself slowly.
He smiles. “Exactly the reaction I was hoping for,” he says, pulling the covers off me and slipping my panties off, moving across the room to drop them in the hamper with the ones my stalker had been sniffing only hours ago.
“Do you want fresh panties? Or are you good like that?” he asks, keeping his eyes trained on my face, never once looking at my exposed core.
“I’m good,” I say, slipping my jersey down and flipping onto my side, facing the bathroom. Ryker gets back in bed and spoons up behind me, pulling the covers over us both, all while keeping his massive erection away from my ass.
“I’ll never touch you without permission. You’re safe. Sleep, Carina,” he says, and my eyes grow heavy as I yawn.
“Thank you, Ryker.”
It’s the only thing I could think of saying, even though it doesn’t seem to cover the gratitude I feel for him.
It seems silly. He’d made me come, all while not even touching me under my clothes, and now we’re cuddling as we drift off to sleep together, but he’s given me something more intimate, more meaningful. He’s given me back the slightest bit of control in an out-of-control situation.
I let my eyes close, and Ryker’s warmth lulls me into the dream realm where stalkers aren’t a thing, and the good men get the girl.
* * *
Sun streamsthrough the open blinds, and I strain to open my eyes. I look over toward Ryker’s side of the bed, and he’s gone, replaced by cats. They’re huddled together in a massive mound of fur. I roll back over, checking my phone for the time and see that Ryker has texted.
Had to get to work, but I think you’re okay home alone in the daytime. I’ll install those cameras before we go to dinner tonight.
I realize I’m smiling like an idiot, and close the text, only to see there’s another from an unknown number.
If you let him back into your bed, he’ll be the first one I kill. His blood will be on your hands.
I sit up, staring at it as if it’ll change. I read it over and over, trying to figure out how the fuck this psycho had gotten my phone number. Though, I guess it’s easy to get your hands on anything.
I screenshot the message and shoot it over to Ryker without thinking. I’ve watched enough crazy cop shows with hackers to know that my phone could be watched. Who knows if he’s got my phone mirrored and watching my every move, but I’d already sent it.
A ping alerts me to a return message from Ryker.
Sending a unit to watch the house while I’m on shift. You’re going to need to come down to the station and file an official report on this nut job.
Okay, I’ll go down today and get it done.
Are you okay?
Yeah, a maniac is trying to kill the only man I’ve ever let willingly touch my body, I’m peachy.
