Page 107 of A Game of Love and Betrayal

Gods, she would feel so good against his cock. It was that thought that had him adding another finger. He crooked them in a beckoning motion, and she gasped.

He kissed her mouth, her jaw, and her neck as his fingers thrust in and out of her heat. She writhed against him, begging him for more.

Each time his name fell from her lips, each moment she asked for more, his love for her deepened. The sounds Brynleigh made would forever be imprinted on his mind.

His thumb found her clit, and he rubbed it. She screamed.

He captured the sound with his mouth, swallowing her cries as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers dug into his hair as if she was afraid that he would disappear on her and leave her wanting.

Never. He wouldn’t leave her.

He added another finger, and she moaned. Her walls fluttered against him.

“I’m so close,” she gasped, her words little more than air.

“Let go,” he told her. “I’ve got you.”

He held her, his fingers bringing her closer and closer to the precipice of oblivion until she shattered with a final scream. Still, he didn’t move, letting her ride out of the waves of pleasure on his hand.

Brynleigh gripped his shoulders, panting as she came down from the high of what they’d just done. Only then did he remove his fingers from her warmth, sliding her leggings back into place.

Brynleigh’s beautiful black gaze watched him as he lifted his hand. He opened his mouth and licked his fingers.

“By the Sands, you taste so good,” he groaned, nearly losing the last strands of his restraint.

He licked every last bit of her off him. This was but an appetizer, he reminded himself. She was his, and this was their first moment of many to come.

Ryker couldn’t wait to have Brynleigh spread out on the bed in front of him, naked and glistening. He would spend an eternity between her legs, feasting on her. She would be all he needed.

The only thing stopping Ryker from carrying Brynleigh upstairs to have his way with her, rules be damned, was that Atlas and Marlowe were waiting for them.

With a groan that reverberated through his entire body, Ryker lifted Brynleigh off him. Their chests heaved, and the air was thick with the scent of desire as they stared at each other.

Long, endless seconds went by.

“We should go inside.” He didn’t want to.

She studied him, running her tongue over her bottom lip, before nodding slowly. “Alright.”

There was a rasp to her voice that made him feel alive. He did that to her. No one else. This moment was theirs and theirs alone.

It took every ounce of strength Ryker had to get out of the car. He held the door for Brynleigh and extended his hand. She adjusted her leggings and took his hand, their fingers sliding together as he helped her out of the vehicle.

“Who knew you were such a gentleman, Ry?” she teased, letting go of his hand to straighten her sweater.

He grinned, closing the car door behind her. Davis would bring up his suitcases later. “Perhaps I’m a man of many secrets.”

Not a lie. Between his job and looking after his family, Ryker was the caretaker of more secrets than he’d like. Hopefully, in the future, he could share those with Brynleigh. He wanted his wife to be his partner in every way, someone who could help carry his burdens and share every aspect of his life.

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“It so happens I like secrets.” She brushed her hair over her shoulder and slid her hand into his. “Take me home, Captain Waterborn.”

Gods, he loved the sound of that. “With pleasure, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER 26

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