Page 76 of Selfless

I take a gulp of what’s left of my glass in answer. He chuckles. “Come on; let’s go home.” He yawns. “I’m tired.”

I say my goodbyes, and Becca tells me that we are going to hang out tomorrow since I have no other plans. Like a job. Ryder helps me up to our apartment, and I’m laughing when we walk through the front door.

“I’m guessing you had a good day?” I ask as the room tilts a little bit.

He bends down and sweeps me off my feet, and I squeal at the sudden movement. “Nope. It was pretty shitty.”

I frown as he carries me off to our bedroom. “Then why are you smiling?” I ask when he lays me on the bed.

He falls down beside me, and his hand comes up to cup my face. “Because you were smiling.”

I lick my numb lips and give him what I think feels like another smile. He laughs before leaning down and placing a chaste kiss on them. Then he lifts my shirt and flattens his warm hand on my stomach. I lift my hips off the bed and his fingers dip inside the waistband of my shorts, teasing me.

I close my eyes and say, “I wouldn’t do that.”

“Why not?” he asks, and my eyes are too heavy to open, but his voice sounds rough.

“Because you’re tired,” I remind him.

He pulls his hand away, and I let out a moan in protest. “Are you tired?” he asks, and then I feel his hands undoing my button and zipper.

“No,” I whisper.

I lift my hips as he pulls my shorts down my legs, and then I hear them hit the floor. I jump when I feel his lips on my hip. “Then neither am I,” he whispers against my skin as they trail lower.

With my eyes still closed, my hands run through his thick, spiked hair as my pussy tightens, knowing where he’s heading. “Please,” I beg.

He pulls my panties to the side. “I love when you beg for it, darling.”

I grip his hair and lift my hips, but his hands push them down, keeping them in place. “So greedy,” he whispers.

“I need you,” I say, opening my eyes for the first time, and the room sways. Closing them again, I hear him chuckle.

I feel him sit up, and my hands fall from his hair. I lie there refusing to open my eyes, not wanting to get sick. He slides my panties slowly down my legs, and it feels like the delicate fabric is burning my skin.

“Ryder …” I pant, running my hands up my stomach and lifting my shirt in the process to expose my breasts. I have a bra on, and I feel him pull it down right before his lips touch my nipple. I gasp as he sucks on it, making it harden. Then his teeth nibble on it, and I moan loudly.

He pulls away, and my body feels cold. His hands grip my hips, and his fingers dig into my skin. “I’m gonna take my time with you tonight, baby, and love you.”

**

I spent most of the week with Becca. And it felt like old times again back when we lived in Seattle. We had school and work back then, but we would spend every free moment we had with either my parents or just chilling at our apartment. But since we moved to New York six weeks ago, I’ve spent all my free time with Ryder—besides that week we were apart. And she spends all her time with Jaycent. It was nice to have my best friend around. Even if I was jobless.

Friday finally came, and it was time to head to the Hamptons for their cousin’s wedding. Ryder had somehow managed to take the day off since it was also Fourth of July weekend.

We woke up early Friday morning as if it was any other day, got ready, and was out the door by eight, luggage in tow.

We make our way down to the lobby, and I start to walk toward the front door when he takes a left. “Where are you going?” I ask, coming to a stop.

“To the parking garage.”

My eyes widen. “There’s a parking garage here?”

He chuckles as he waits for me to catch up with him. “You didn’t know that?”

“I don’t have a car.” Why would I need to know that?

We take another left and walk down a long hallway. At the end, there’s another elevator. “Thought we were going to the parking garage?” I ask as it opens, and he steps into it.

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