Page 10 of Ryder

I lived in the brief silence. I existed there, reveled in it.

Looking deep into her eyes made me nervous. Not from what I saw, which was something deeper than lust, but because I knew my feelings for Braylen were stronger than I let on. To her and to myself. It was my place in the club to try and keep the peace, to make sure everything went off without a hitch. Granted, I’d done a shitty job as of late, but I continued to try. Whatever was happening with Braylen and me, however, was making me second-guess myself, questioning how I saw the world and the people around me.

Maybe I was losing my mind. Or maybe I was just desperate to get Braylen naked and fuck her until neither one of us could move.

When she finally did make a move to stand, I grabbed her waist and pulled her back, thrusting upward as she came down. The friction of our bodies connecting, albeit still covered in clothing, elicited a shiver of maddening desire. Far be it for me not to explore the possibility that she’d feel the same and give in to what I had planned. She had to know this was where we’d end up as soon as she stepped foot in my house. Especially when she straddled my lap, feigning it was part of her hair cutting process.I call bullshit.She knew exactly what she was doing, taunting and teasing me with her body, the way her thighs clamped on the sides of mine, the way her eyes drank me in when she thought I hadn’t been paying attention. The way her tits pressed against my chest as she ran her fingers through my hair.

Yeah, she knew what she was doing all along. Probably had this whole scenario planned out on the drive over.

“Don’t do that, Ryder.” Placing her hands on my shoulders to hoist herself back up, she struggled against my hold. I refused to let her go until I knew she was completely over being upset with me. Not only for earlier but for the other night when she’d left in a huff.

“I’m not letting go until you kiss me.”

“Not gonna happen, so you may as well let me up.” She tried to remove herself again, but again I stopped her. “Ryder,” she said threateningly, “let me go.” She was so cute when she tried to be authoritative.

“Nope. Not until you plant your lips right here,” I said, tapping my mouth with my index finger.

“One kiss? Then you’ll let me up?” She looked skeptical. I didn’t blame her.

“Uh-huh.” A smirk found its way onto my face. I tried to hide it, but I failed big-time, causing her to cautiously study me.

“Fine.”

“You like that word, don’t you?”

“Do you want me to kiss you or not?” I nodded. “Then zip it,” she said, a twinkle of mischief lighting up her brown eyes. The corners of her lips tilted upward, a secret only she was privy to, right before she leaned in and pecked me on the mouth.

Quick.

Chaste.

No emotion.

She drew back and tried to stand once more.

“What the fuck? That’s not a kiss,” I growled. Wrapping the thick strands of her hair around my hand, I tightened my grip and pulled her close. “This is.” Crashing my lips to hers, I teased her mouth with my tongue, begging for entrance into her warmth as my free hand disappeared down the back of her jeans, pressing her closer to create the contact I needed.

It wasn’t long before she opened for me, tangling her tongue with mine as a deep groan escaped from the deepest part of her. It was matched only by one of my own.

I bit her bottom lip.

She sucked on my tongue.

I cupped her ass.

She stroked my cock through my jeans.

Fuck! This was more than a kiss, and we both knew it. Rising from the chair, I kicked it behind me and walked toward the kitchen table, planting her on top of it before breaking away from her mouth. “Goddamnit, woman! You drive me crazy. Do you know that?” I tugged at her shirt, pulling it over her head with ease when she offered no resistance.

“You’re just horny,” she whispered breathlessly, fumbling with my belt buckle and pulling me toward her as she tried to unhook the leather strap. When she finally freed it, she unbuttoned my jeans and hastily unzipped them, pushing the material, along with my white boxer briefs, over my hips until my cock sprang free. I was painfully hard, and I feared if Braylen was just messing with me I’d lose my shit. If it was all a joke, her sick way of getting back at me for making her angry earlier, I’d beg to fuck her if that was what it took.

I grappled with whether or not to restrain her, tease her until she pleaded for me to fill her. Thankfully I didn’t have to do anything, losing myself and all of my reason when her delicate fingers circled my thickness, stroking me from base to tip over and over again.

“You better stop or I’m gonna come before we even get started.”

She rolled her eyes and shrugged, as if what I’d warned couldn’t possibly happen. Granted, my stamina was pretty impressive, if I did say so myself, but we hadn’t had sex in a few days, and I was more than amped up to blow.

Cupping the back of her head, I brought her mouth to mine again, kissing her so deeply I felt it in my goddamn toes. She tasted so sweet, her lips, tongue, and teeth enticing me to strip her bare and claim her until she begged me to stop.

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