Page 128 of Out of Bounds

A heavy blush crossed my face and he dipped down, inches away from me.

"I want to," I whispered.

"Want to what?" He chuckled. "Use your words. You’re so good at it."

Oh my god.

I ran my fingers through his hair. Orgasm completely forgotten, I wanted to suck this man’s dick so bad, it was a shaking need inside of me. I wanted him standing in front of me while I did. Fuck me, it was going to destroy my throat, but I wanted to do it.

But something changed on Ryan’s face. The grin disappeared and he stared down at my neck, stunned. Still gripping my hair, he tipped my head back and drew in a slow breath.

"Oh…you’ve got to be fucking kidding me," he growled.

"What?" My hand leaped to my throat. "What is it?"

Ryan’s eyes flashed back to mine and he cursed under his breath. But the explanation didn’t come.

Footsteps echoed outside of his door and in basically high-definition surround sound, I could clearly hear Cleo outside in the hallway.

"I have no idea why they canceled."

49

Ryan

Because Of Me

Every time I had the fucking seconds for a goddamn private conversation with Kassie, someone was jumping in to interrupt, and it was honestly starting to piss me the fuck off.

I’d tell Cleo that we canceled the movie night because Kassie had a bad dinner with the animation guy. Easy answer. But first, I needed to protect Kassie. Leaning down, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled over my shoulder, heading off to the bedroom.

She grabbed on to me but just as quickly, I set her down to the ground. Completely naked. Fuck, it was hard to take my eyes off of her, but it’d be even harder to explain what the hell I’d done to Kassie’s neck.

The knock echoed from the door.

"Oh my god.Cleo," Kassie whispered. "What the hell are we going to do?"

I didn’t say anything, I rifled through my dresser. A Romans shirt, a dark blue Marrs hoodie, and I found one of the jackets at the bottom of the drawer with a high-collar. I had no pants for her. Nothing could possibly fit her small frame. Which meant the dress needed to go back on.

"Ryan, what’s the plan?" she urged while I strode back to the couch.

"Arms up." I slipped the dress on her and as she watched me, surprised. I’d have to tell her eventually. Tugging the hoodie over her head, I swore under my breath. "Kassie…your neck…"

Her eyebrows shot up. "What about my neck?"

She’s going to kill me.

"You’re covered in hickeys," I told her.

I wanted to sound like I regretted the hickeys a little but I couldn’t do it. My girlfriend was covered in my marks and if I looked to the left, I could clearly see the bite mark. All signs that she belonged tome.

"You’re joking." Kassie stared at me, shocked. "Like…two hickeys?"

"Uh. No."

"How many?"

I made a noise at the back of my throat.

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