Page 67 of Ryder

What I thought had been a denial turned out to be the opposite. Reece sank to her knees before I could open my mouth to say anything, the sexy gleam in her eye enough to keep me quiet and frozen in place. I slid past her lips and she worked my shaft with the perfect blend of tongue, teeth, and fingers. The closer she brought me, the harder I pumped into her mouth, anchoring her to me with the grip of her hair. She placed a hand on my stomach to steady herself and took me all the way to the back of her throat, which was quite a feat considering my size. But practice made perfect, right?

After she’d sucked every last drop from me, she pulled back, and I slipped from between her lips. “You’re welcome.” She chuckled, reaching out her hand so I could help her stand.

“I’m gonna be sayin’ that to you in a few minutes,” I promised, capturing her mouth and tasting the remnants of my release with the swipe of my tongue.

“I want to talk to you about something,” she said, breaking our kiss and placing her hands on my chest, the pads of her fingers grazing over the scars from my bullet wounds, a sign she was deep in thought.

“Can’t we talk after I make you scream my name?” I reached down and cupped her pussy, my finger slipping between her folds to tease her.

She groaned but stopped me, grabbing my wrist and pulling back.

“No, I need to talk to you now before you make up some excuse as to why you can’t discuss it.”

“This better not be about you going back to work at Indulge, because it ain’t gonna happen.” Reece had finally quit when she was five months along—longer than I’d wanted, her employment there having been a bone of contention between us until she’d finally left. Even though she hadn’t been stripping, instead helping Carla with management duties as well as filling in to bartend, I hated the thought of her being surrounded by all of those drunk and horny men. The club had hired top-of-the-line security, and either I or one of my brothers was always present whenever she was there, but I still hated when she worked a shift.

A rush of air flew past Reece’s lips and she looked angry all of a sudden, telling me Indulge was exactly what she wanted to talk to me about. I narrowed my eyes, the slight tick in my jaw indicating my stubbornness was coming out to say hello. In turn, my woman shut down, clamped her lips shut and tried to shove past me to exit the shower.

I grabbed her arm before she opened the door. “Where do you think you’re goin’?” I pulled her toward me, her back resting against my chest.

“Let go,James.” She always used my real name when she was upset with me. Although I liked my given name just fine, I hated when it came off her tongue in anger.

“No, not until you tell me what’s the matter.” I spun her around, reached down and grabbed her under her ass, lifting her up my body before pinning her against the wet shower wall. “Wrap your legs around me,” I growled.

“No.”

“Yes.”

She pursed her lips and I took the invitation, although I didn’t think she meant it as such. I fucked her mouth with my tongue, our mouths dueling in a heated passion only she could incite from me. Her breathy moans proved she wanted me to continue my assault, so I did.

My dick was so fucking hard, it hurt. I needed relief, and soon, so I lined myself up and gently pushed inside her, making sure to take my time. Even though we’d had sex countless times, I was rather endowed, and it took Reece’s body a bit to accommodate my thickness.

Once I was fully sheathed, I broke away from her mouth. “I love you, baby. But I don’t want you at that place. I’m sorry.”Thrust. “And that’s final.”Thrust. Rotate.

“But I wanna—” Her words were clipped as soon as my thumb pressed against her clit. “Yeah,” she moaned, all thoughts of arguing with me vanishing into thin air. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as I continued to fuck her. Slow and then fast, rotating speeds until she unraveled and came on my cock.

After I quickly followed and our breathing had regulated, she unhooked her legs and slid down my body. Reece was still upset about my denial.

Several minutes later, after we finished washing up, I shut off the water and handed Reece a towel that was slung over the top of the door. I hated the despondent look on her beautiful face, her blue-gray eyes telling me everything without uttering a single word.

“Reece.” She ignored me and walked out of the shower. “Babe.” Wrapping a towel around my waist, I hurried after her. “Hey,” I called, snagging her hand and stopping her from moving forward. “Don’t be like that. I don’t wanna argue. I’m doing it to keep you safe. Please understand that.”

Her shoulders slumped before she turned around to face me.

“I know,” she acknowledged. “I just need something to do. I love Luke with all my heart, but I need to get out of this house.”

“And there’s nothin’ wrong with that. I have the club, so I get it.”

“I have to get ready,” she said, switching the topic and slowly withdrawing her hand from mine. She chose a light yellow sundress, complete with short sweater and a pair of nude sandals. Placing the items on the bed, she went to work picking out my clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re not wearing jeans to this.” She was completely serious, and I found it adorable that she felt like she had to dress me. In all fairness, jeans had initially been on my list of attire, until I decided I’d dress up a bit for the occasion, wearing black dress pants paired with a crisp white button-down. It was a day to be celebrated, especially seeing as how close to death a few of my brothers had come.

I smiled, waving my hand and giving her a subtle nod to continue.

“I love you, baby.”

“You should,” she replied before flashing me a smile.

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