I Bet You(54)

My orgasm sends him into a tailspin. His breathing quickens, his eyelashes fluttering as he strokes inside me, fast and hard, my name a litany on his lips. Cupping my ass in his hands, he lifts me to get deeper. We’re up against the headboard, and it bangs against the wall. His shoulder hits the nightstand and my wine glass and book fall. The sound of our sex, the smell of him in my nose…this is everything.

Drenched in sweat, he looks down at me. “I could stare at you for a hundred years.”

“Ryker,” I whisper as he throws his head back and increases his tempo, his hands adjusting me for deeper friction.

“Red, yes. Fuck yes.” His cock thickens, and I groan as he roars his release, his body clenching and shaking as he strokes inside me.

He collapses on top of me as if he’s just sprinted a thousand yards.

His beautiful, hard body is the best thing I’ve ever felt. I cling to him as we wrap our arms around each other, and for the first time since my mom passed, it feels like everything really does have meaning. A purpose. There really is fate. There really is emotion that transcends sorrow and sadness, those pains merely preparing you to accept the sweetness in life. Love.





“That was better than any chocolate I’ve ever eaten,” I say to him a few minutes later as I lay propped up on his bicep with my leg thrown over his thigh.

He chuckles and looks down at me with a gleam in his gaze. “It’s not always like this.”

I come to attention. “Is it because we have…something?”

“Hmmm.” He plays with a strand of my hair, twisting and twining it around his fingers.

It’s not the answer I want, but I can tell he’s teasing me by the little smirk that plays around his mouth.

I pluck at one of the springy hairs on his chest. Laughing, he shoots up and pins me beneath him. “Woman, if you’re going to pull my beautiful chest hairs out, I’m going to make you pay.”

“How?”

He leans down and takes my nipple in his mouth, and I groan.

A few breathless moments pass and the need between my legs returns, longing to be extinguished. I feel his cock hardening next to my thigh, so I wrap my fingers around it and stroke. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of him. “I love what you do to me.” My voice is rough.

He raises his head and looks at me, his gaze glittering. His chest heaves and a slight flush makes his color high. “I have so much to show you…”

I stroke his length, my thumb brushing over the wetness of his cock now that he’s taken the condom off.

“Like what?”

He moves until he’s sitting up propped against the bedframe with his hands on my hips. He grabs another condom and slides it on then shifts me until I’m straddling him. He guides his cock inside me, taking me by the waist and leading me until I get the rhythm.

He tangles his hands in my hair as I ride him, sliding him in and out, moving my pelvis until the friction rubs against my clit. I moan.

“Everything, Red,” he says breathlessly against my neck. “I’m going to show you the whole fucking world.”





The next day I’m awake by six and running on nothing. Both of us have shadows under our eyes as we hop in the shower. Together.

Afterward, while he’s styling his hair—it’s a process, he says—I go through my closet carefully for the perfect outfit. I’m not a virgin anymore, and for some reason that requires something a little extra. Maybe a scarlet A? I laugh under my breath.

With my best bra on, I pick a fitted pink Chi Omega T-shirt and a navy plaid skirt that’s the shortest thing I own. I pair it with some booties and we walk out of the house together. I feel high from the possessive way he looks at me.

He opens the door for me, and I blush and drift past him, catching a whiff of his male scent. Mmmm. Not Polo. I smile at him and he laughs.

“Sleep well?” he asks as he slides in the cab and shuts the door.

“Excellent.”

He grins over at me as he pulls away from the curb. “Nice dreams?”

“Pirate dreams.”

A slow grin works its way up Ryker’s face.

We’re quiet most of the drive, because hello, we just had sex. Spectacular, mind-blowing sexy times.

“Why are you giggling?” he asks, tossing a glance at me.

I bite my lip. “Just thinking about last night.”

“About how awesome it was?”

I scoot over to his side. “Meh, it was okay.”

He flashes his gaze over at me. “Liar, but I forgive you. Just promise me you’ll sit this close to me every time you get in my truck.” His arm goes around my shoulders, and I slide in closer. His thigh is pressed against mine and my insides melt at our proximity. How it is possible that I want him…again?

Once we pull up to the parking lot, I see my car and can’t help the smile that comes to my face. He did that. He went out and bought a tire and lugged it back to the Waverly and used his own tools to fix my car—and I didn’t even ask him to. It makes me horny.

My eyes jump to him, and he’s grinning at me. Still wearing last night’s shirt and shorts, he looks deliciously rumpled and sexy. “We’re here,” he says softly.

“I see.”

He rushes around to open my door and I slide out, gazing up at him. He towers over me, and I put my hand on his chest. His ocean-colored gaze is intense as it brushes over the features of my face.