Page 16 of A Small Town Risk

Elle and Catherine aren’t paying attention to our conversation as they get into the vehicle.

I shake my head and make the hand gesture that I’m zipping my mouth.

Ryan laughs. I don’t think it’s funny. I’m ready to tell him that when he takes my hand and leads me away. I look back and see my friends are already easing out of their parking spot.

I mumble my disapproval as he assists me into the passenger seat. He ignores it and shuts the door. I contemplate making a scene but choose not to. I just want to get this over.

Mercifully, the ride is short, and I open the truck door as soon as it stops. I hurry along, trying to get away. I don’t want a repeat of what happened before. I don’t think I could handle that. Another rejection would be too much for me.

I’m in trouble when I hear footsteps behind me as I fumble to enter the code to my door. And when he says, “We need to talk,” I know I’m screwed.

CHAPTER TEN

RYAN

The thought of strangling her entered my mind. She hastily opened the truck door and jumped out before I even came to a stop. I don’t know how she landed on her feet.

She stumbles toward the door and then tries to punch in her code. It doesn’t help that she’s hitting the wrong numbers.

She mumbles something under her breath.

“We need to talk,” I tell her before stepping in and entering the code myself.

After opening the door, she advances without turning back. When I reach her, she’s already at the stairs.

“Damn it,” she growls, kicking her shoes off and charging onward. I don’t even think she remembers I’m here.

She falls face down on the bed when she gets there and groans. I know how she feels.

I stare at her half-naked body. She still wears her bra, and her dress is halfway down her hips, revealing her matching lacy panties. She flips over and glares at me.

“What are you doing here?”

“Someone had to get you home.”

“So, you decided to be the one.”

She stands and wiggles out of her dress. It takes a few tries, but she eventually succeeds. She casually unhooks her bra and throws it in my direction. I gulp. The woman is killing me.

Erotically, she slides her panties down her legs, letting them fall to the floor. She smiles and strolls toward me. I try to swallow. This is torture.

She reaches out and runs a finger down my chest. Says, “I want you.”

I don’t want to take advantage, but I’m not made of stone.

“Are you sure?”

She answers by grabbing the back of my head and pulling me down for a kiss. It’s hot and wanting. I nuzzle her neck, and kiss my way down to her shoulder, back her toward the bed. Her legs hit the mattress, and she sits down.

“You are so beautiful,” I say, taking my shirt off.

Her eyes are on me as I reach down to unbuckle my belt. She slaps my hands away.

“I want to.” She gives me a sly smile and takes over. Unzips my pants, and I wince at the pressure against my hard cock. She lowers them, taking her time to peel my boxers off my throbbing member. My focus is solely on her face as she stares intently.

Her eyes darken as she plays with me, her tongue extending to lick me. She engulfs me completely, unable to fully envelop me. The sensation is incredible. Her hand covering my base brings me to the edge. She squeezes my balls, sending me into a state of euphoria. I pant heavily, trying to hold back, but to no avail; my cum shoots out, and she swallows me whole, not missing a drop. The sight of her cleaning me off makes me hard again. It’s been years since I’ve experienced such a quick turnaround. The girl has that kind of effect on me.

I help her upright and spin her around to face the bed.

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