Page 71 of Ryder

Everything had changed, though.

Jagger had just asked me to marry him.

To be his wife.

And I accepted.

He started to move inside me again, his lips finding the area below my ear that he knew drove me crazy. He cradled my neck in one hand, the other grabbing my ass and pulling me toward him every time he thrust forward.

“Baby,” he moaned. “You’ve made me so fuckin’ happy.” He pulled back so he could see my face. Sometimes I wished I had the ability to speak, to hear my voice say his name, or to tell him that what he did to my body drove me to the heavens and back. But all I had were facial expressions, body language and the flutter of my hands.

I love you.Those three words summed up everything for me, and I hoped they were enough.

Jagger’s mouth covered mine, his tongue sweeping past my lips, the urgency in his kiss telling me his body was building toward release. The soft moans that escaped him sent my desire for him so high I feared I’d never come back down. He was certainly talented, although seeing as how he was the only man I’d ever been with I didn’t have anything to compare it to. But I couldn’t imagine anyone else treating me so tenderly yet laying claim to me at the same time.

Each thrust of his hips sparked a fire, my body trembling the closer I came to pure bliss. When his thumb found my clit, I rocked my hips toward him with more urgency, the bubble of ecstasy spiraling through my entire body. I wanted him to see what he did to me, to make sure he witnessed my unraveling. Twisting strands of his dark blond hair around my fingers, I stared into his beautiful amber-colored eyes, his pupils darkening the harder he fucked me, the back of the dresser banging against the wall with each twitch of his hips.

My lips parted as the all-too-familiar tingling threatened to split me apart, short pants of air fanning his face as I desperately tried to catch my breath.

“Are you gonna come?”

I was barely able to nod before my orgasm hit me with such force I threw my head back and pulled him with me, still holding onto him for dear life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, biting my skin as he took me with wild abandon, his cock thickening and stretching me even wider. He grunted out his release, the sound amplified in the barely furnished room.

It took a few moments before Jagger composed himself enough to back away, slowly uncurling my fingers from his hair. I hadn’t even realized I was still holding him.

“Damn, woman, I think you may still have some of my hair in your hands.” He rubbed the sides of his head, teasing me when he made a pained expression. Gifting me another kiss, he took a step back and looked around the room for something to use to wipe away our sex. There was nothing, so he picked up my panties, wiped me clean and tucked the material inside his pants pocket.

Once he helped me to my feet, I signed,I thought you were supposed to be quiet.

He laughed, the tiny dimple in his cheek appearing and making me melt all over again.

“Seems like I can’t control myself around you,” he admitted. He took a breath to say something else but a knock at the door interrupted him.

“Kena? Jagger? You in there?” My sister. The handle jiggled but thankfully the door was locked. “Hello?”

I smoothed down my dress before opening the door. Jagger was busy tucking himself back into his pants when I came face-to-face with Braylen.

As soon as she saw me, she smiled. “They’re here,” she announced, briefly looking down the hallway before turning her attention back to me. She tried to look past me into the room, but I blocked her view. “Don’t let Ryder find out that you guys escaped to have sex or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“The end of what?” Ryder asked, appearing out of nowhere. He pushed the door open with ease, not a care that maybe his friend wasn’t dressed, but somehow I doubted he cared.

“What the fuck?” Ryder shouted, shooting my sister an annoyed look. She thought the situation was rather amusing. Her laughter seemed to irritate him, although I suspected he was playing it up more than anything. “Oh, you think that’s funny? That he gets to have sex while we’re waitin’ but I can’t?”

She laughed harder, leaning up on her tippy toes to kiss him.

“Poor baby,” she cooed. “I’ll make it up to you later.”

“You’re damn right you will.” Looking back toward us, more so at Jagger than at me, he said, “Let’s go, brother. Time to get started.” Then just as quickly as they’d appeared, they left, leaving us to assemble ourselves enough to be seen back in public. I was sure my face was flushed, but thankfully Jagger hadn’t messed up my hair, the long dark strands still in perfect curls down my back.

Are you ready?

He grabbed my hand and ran the pad of his finger over the area near my knuckle. “I’ll get a ring and make it official.”

I don’t need a ring to make it official.

“But I want you to have one. Besides, I want you to make all the other women jealous.” He gave me the sweetest kiss. “And hopefully it’ll spur things along with your sister and that bastard she likes to call her man.”

My thoughts instantly flew to Braylen and me being engaged at the same time. How fun would that be to run ideas past each other? To go dress shopping together and drive our men nuts about the tiniest details?

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