Page 41 of Keep Me

I smile, running my fingers down his broad shoulders. “You’d be playing with my brother if you go to Detroit.”

“I actually wanted to ask for his autograph that night outside your place, but I didn’t want to bother him.” He chuckles, and I find myself growing addicted to the sound.

“You wouldn’t have. He’s always nice to his fans.”

“I imagine he wouldn’t be nice to me if he knew all the dirty things I’ll be doing to his sister.” His voice lowers, that gravelly tone returning as his fingers brush under the waistband on my joggers.

“Please,” I whisper, begging him not to stop this time.

Ryker’s hand lowers and grips a part of my ass, making me inhale sharply all while our eyes stay locked. His hand then skates over my hip, down to my inner thigh, so close to where I want him, but not quite.

I grind against him, letting him know I need him to touch me. Ryker groans in response, his fingers skating upward where he runs a single digit through my soaked slit. That minimal contact causes me to moan, rolling my pussy against his hand in search of more.

One finger turns into two as they rub up and down, but neither enters me nor touches my clit. I’m just about to sigh in frustration when Ryker removes his hand, confusing me, until he puts those two fingers between his lips, sucking me off them while keeping eye contact with me.

C’est le truc le plus sexy que j’ai vu de ma vie. That’s so fucking hot.

“Mmm, princess,” he hums. “I knew you’d taste just as sweet as you look.”

“Ryker,” I whimper, needing his hands back on me.

“I’m going to be addicted to this pussy. One taste and I’m fucking done for,” he growls, gently pushing me on my back as he moves to settle between my thighs.

Ryker reaches for the top of my sweats, ready to rip them off my body until we hear a knock at the door. “Ryker, it’s Cuddy, open up,” he yells through the door.

My head falls back on the pillow in defeat, knowing I won’t be getting relief anytime soon.

Ryker curses under his breath, then looks at me with remorse. “I’m sorry, baby. Fucking Cuddy. This better be good,” he grumbles as he gets off the bed and adjusts himself. Then he turns to me. “Get under the blanket for me, please?” His gaze drops to my chest, and that’s when I see that my nipples are hard as rocks, poking through my shirt.

I hop under the blanket, and Ryker mouths a silent thank you before opening the door. “What do you want?” Ryker lashes out at him, crossing his arms over his chest.

Cuddy ignores him, his mouth forming an O when he sees me in the room.

Ryker yanks him into the room and shuts the door behind them.

“Dude…I knew it!” Cuddy claps his hands together, doing a little dance.

Ryker rolls his eyes. “Shut up. You better not say a word to anyone, got it?”

Cuddy halts his dancing, standing up straight as he looks Ryker in the eyes. “You got my word, unless I hear Travis talking about your girl. That would shut him up real quick.”

The mention of Travis makes me want to gag. He came on way too strong for my liking at the party that night, and I’ve avoided him as much as I can since.

“You hear him say anything about her, you tell me,” Ryker nearly growls, running a hand through his loose waves.

“Yes, sir.” Cuddy nods, then turns to me. “How’s it going, Cami? Enjoying road life with us so far?”

“So far, so good. I love baseball and you guys are okay, I guess.” I smirk, blushing when Ryker narrows his eyes at me.

“Just okay?”

“I said what I said.” I shrug, earning myself a hearty laugh from Cuddy.

Cuddy points his thumb at me with a goofy smile. “I like you. You’re the only person he’s not a complete grumpy asshole to.”

“I like you too,” I tell Cuddy while trying not to overthink the second half of what he said. I had noticed it too, but I thought I was making it up in my head.

Ryker comes around to the bed, sits, and tugs me onto his lap, then kisses the top of my head.

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