Page 165 of Come Break My Heart Again

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my thigh as he lifts one leg higher, hitting a spot deep inside of me that makes black dots dance in the corners of my vision.

“Ryder.” That’s all I can manage to say that’s an actual word. Just his name, on repeat.

I never ever want this feeling to end. Yet I’m so, so desperate for the release that’s approaching.

“God, you look good taking my cock.” His voice is low and husky and intimate as his hips pump into me. His pace is quickening, sending tingles skittering across the surface of my skin.

All I can manage in response is a moan.

It’s too much. Too overwhelming. Too consuming. He’s like the devastating strength of a riptide, pulling me under. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to.

A hot rush of pure pleasure floods my body, the same weightless sensation of flying off a cliff tumbling through me as my muscles tremble and quiver and pulse.

Everything around me blurs. I couldn’t tell you the name of this bar. The day of the week. Where I went to college.

But Ryder’s face is crystal clear. The focal point turning my world. He never takes his eyes off of me, those gray irises missing nothing. Watching like he’s memorizing this moment too.

Once I’ve stopped shuddering, he withdraws. Takes a step back. Immediately, I miss the heat of his body.

My arms drop to my sides, my nails digging into the wood behind me as I watch him tuck his dick back into his shorts and zip them up.

My dress is half bunched around my thighs, but covering the essentials. And my underwear is still on. All he did was pull it to the side.

We both look disheveled. But no more so than you would following a windy walk on the beach.

The salty breeze blows a few strands of my hair into my face, and it’s like the past few minutes never happened.

And I’m confused. I’malwaysconfused, it feels like. Ryder hasn’t mentioned the letter he wrote me, and I haven’t brought it up either. We’re stuck in this perpetual cycle of uncertainty.

I freeze suddenly, the foreign sensation of warm stickiness soaking my underwear breaking through the blissful haze of my stunned brain.

Fuck.

“We should head back in,” I blurt, then turn and rush toward the porch before Ryder can say anything.

Or ask if I’m on birth control.

“I have to run to the store,” I tell Keira. “Do you mind if I borrow the car?”

“The store?”

She gives me a weird look. The same one I got at Beachcombers, starting when I found her and Tucker in the crowd again. We’re back at the cottage now, making dinner. Keira’s in the middle of chopping cucumbers for the salad.

“Yeah. I forgot to bring toothpaste.”

“We have toothpaste here, you know.”

“I know. But there’s a specific brand I like. Some kinds … bother my gums.”

Keira raises a single eyebrow. Maybe if we were alone, I’d be honest.

But Ryder is only a screen door away, grilling with Tucker outside, so honesty isn’t an option right now. If I hurry, I can be back before dinner is ready. They just started the meat a few minutes ago, and I found a pharmacy online that’s only a couple of miles away.

“O … kay.” Keira still looks confused. “I mean, yeah, of course you can borrow the car. Do you want me to … come with you?”

“No. Thanks. I’ll be right back.”

There’s a soft hiss as the screen door slides open.

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