Claiming Felicity (Ace Security #4)(53)

He stayed propped above her for a long moment, memorizing the sight of her. She was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Finally, his eyes came up to hers. They were twinkling with humor, thank God. She wasn’t disgusted by what he’d done.

“Mine,” he said softly.

“Yours,” she affirmed. “But you’re mine now too.”

“Fuck yeah. Yours,” he agreed.

Then Felicity said, “You think we have the energy to make it to the shower?”

And just like that, Ryder was rejuvenated. Thoughts of Felicity slick and wet and glistening from the water cascading over her shoulders was enough to make his dick twitch once more.

Jerking in surprise, as she’d been gently holding his flaccid cock, Felicity gaped as he grew semihard in her hand. “Seriously?” she asked, one eyebrow arching.

Ryder merely laughed and rolled off her. Groaning at the loss of her hand on him, he told himself that he had the rest of his life with her. He didn’t need to fuck her to exhaustion their first night. He’d save that for their second. He stood up next to the bed, completely unworried about his nakedness, and held out his hand. “Come on, we’ll shower, then get some sleep.”

She put her hand in his, letting him pull her upward. “You think you can sleep like that?” she gestured toward his almost fully erect cock.

Ryder felt himself blush, but merely shrugged as he towed her toward the bathroom. “Yeah, love, I can sleep like this. Have been for the last few weeks.”

As he waited for the water in the shower to get hot, Ryder grinned down at Felicity. Things might not be completely safe for her yet, but they would be. He couldn’t live without her now. He’d been serious earlier when he’d warned her that if they made love, he wouldn’t be able to let her go. She was his now. Just as he was hers.





Chapter Fifteen

Felicity stood at the back of her PT Cruiser with her hands on her hips.

“Are you going over to . . . What’s wrong?” Ryder asked, coming up beside her.

So yeah, on the relationship front, the last week had been amazing. Ryder had made love with her every night . . . and a couple of mornings as well. She’d never been with a lover as attentive as he was . . . or as inventive.

Not only that, but he was considerate, affectionate, and respectful. Oh, he was also bossy, over-the-top security conscious, and possessive to boot, but she could overlook all his negatives because the good things about the man way outshone the bad.

Like the way he always got her a glass of water right before they went to sleep, no matter how exhausted he was after they made love.

Like the way he always grabbed her stuffed giraffe and gave it to her when he was done worshiping her body and they were ready to sleep.

Like the way he called to make sure Cole was waiting for her in the workout room downstairs before he let her go down into the gym by herself.

Like the way he cradled baby Nate or Ace and murmured sweet nothings to them to get them to stop crying.

Like the way he called Rex every day to see if the man had gotten any more information about Joseph.

Like the way each morning when they found another annoying, creepy stalker gift from Joseph, he got all “I’m gonna kill that motherfucker.”

This morning was no exception.

The back of her beautiful PT Cruiser was covered in bumper stickers. Not only on the bumper, but on the back window and tailgate as well. Not cute ones either. They were extremely offensive. Nazi party slogans, the KKK logo, anti-lesbian and anti-gay pictures, and to top it off . . . political stickers.

“Fuck,” Ryder ground out, reaching out and putting his arm in front of Felicity and forcing her to take a couple of steps away from the vehicle. Then he sighed. “Are you still going over to Grace’s today?” he asked, finishing his thought from earlier.

The morning had been going so well, Felicity thought. She worked out with Cole, and Ryder had an omelet waiting when she arrived back upstairs in her apartment. They’d had a leisurely breakfast and afterward had taken a shower together. Ryder had bent her over, ordered her to masturbate while he fucked her with an intensity that had her coming almost immediately. She liked when he was tender and loving with her, but she absolutely adored it when he lost all control and simply took what he wanted and needed from her.

While they got dressed after their shower, they’d discussed the upcoming day’s plans. She was going to visit with Grace that morning before coming back to the gym and getting some paperwork done. After Joseph was caught, hopefully soon, she and Cole had decided to have another black-light night, as it had been a while since they’d had one. Everyone seemed to enjoy them, and it was an easy way to spotlight the gym and sign up new members.

Ryder was headed to Blake’s house. Surprisingly, the two had become fairly close. After the drama with their dad had been handled, both men were able to put it behind them and appreciate each other. Felicity wished women were able to do that . . . put aside their differences once and for all after hashing them out.

They made plans to meet up back at the gym later that day. Ryder would give Cole a break from “hovering over” her, as Felicity put it. She hated always needing someone around her, but even she wasn’t dumb enough to refuse the bodyguard. Joseph was out there just waiting to make his move.

“Yeah,” she said, answering his question. “Since I’m babysitting later this week, Grace wanted to go over the thousand and one notes she’s made for each baby.” It was said in jest, but Ryder didn’t even crack a smile at the reference to Grace’s obsessive need to make notes about her children’s supposed quirks and needs.