Page 39 of The Scars of Us

His hands continued up my body, pushing my shirt up as they explored my skin. Breaking our kiss, he pulled the tank top over my head before reconnecting our mouths, which couldn’t get enough of each other.

Finding the waist of his shorts, my hands tugged on them, needing to remove the remaining barriers blocking his skin from mine. I wanted to feel every inch of him all over me, wanted him to continue to drown out everything else with his touch.

Ryker growled as he swiftly removed his shorts before pulling at mine. “Fuck, baby, I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Maneuvering my body, I allowed him to easily slide my shorts and panties down while I lifted my sports bra off.

His naked body was flush against me within seconds, his thighs opening my legs as his shaft pressed against my slick entrance. I moaned from the contact, wanting and needing more of what only Ryker seemed to be able to give me.

Slowly pushing into me, he blissfully filled me inch by inch with his massive cock. Arching against him, he sank even further into me, the entirety of him still not able to fully fit inside me. We both groaned as he seated himself within me, my pussy tight around him as he began to stroke inside me.

My nails dug into Ryker’s shoulders as he nipped and sucked on my breasts. Each thrust was like heaven, giving me an immense pleasure that I’d never experienced before.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled Ryker deeper within in me, causing him to emit a sound that was a cross between a growl and a groan. “God, Kaiya. I’ve wanted you so badly, wanted to feel your sweet pussy clench my dick.”

I moaned in response to his words, unable to think straight, let alone say anything comprehensible. He continued to relentlessly pound into me, bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy with each exquisite thrust.

Perfectly caressing my walls, his cock sent me into orgasmic oblivion. Tremors of bliss flowed through my body as Ryker extended my climax with his perfect strokes. Seconds later, he pulled out before streaming his warm release all over my breasts and stomach. The feel of his cum on my body added to my arousal, making me want him inside me again, filling me over and over.

As we both regained our breath, Ryker grabbed his sweaty shirt off the mat before wiping his cum off my fevered skin. Immediately I became anxious as realization of what we’d just done sank in.Oh my God, I just broke all of my rules. We didn’t use a condom. I’m on the shot, but still. How could I lose control like that?“I have to go,” I stammered as I abruptly stood, grabbing my clothes off the floor.

I awkwardly dressed as I continued to rush towards the door.Shit, shit, shit. Wait until you get in the car to break down—don’t let Ryker see you. Breathe, breathe, breathe.

“Kaiya, wait. Where are you going?” Ryker called after me as I flew out the door of the kickboxing room.

Please don’t follow me.I all but ran towards the main entrance but was stopped by the locked doors.Fuck!I pushed against them, even though I knew Ryker had locked them when everyone left. We were the only ones still there.

Tears began to drip down my face as I realized I had to face Ryker.He’s never going to want to see me again. Why do I have to be such a freak?

Pressing my forehead against the cool glass of the door, I exhaled a shaky breath as I willed back the tears.In, out, in, out. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Just tell him the truth.Tell him the truth? What the fuck was I thinking?

Ryker interrupted my thoughts as he placed a hand on my shoulder. His soft voice surprised me as he asked, “What’s going on, Warrior?”

Swallowing the huge lump in my throat, I apologized, “I’m sorry, Ryker. I can’t do this. We shouldn’t ha—”

Interrupting me, his harsh voice was a stark contrast to the gentle one from a moment before. “Hey, don’t worry about it. I got what I wanted. I told you I’d have you once, remember?”

My head snapped from the glass toward him, not believing what had just come out of his mouth. My jaw gaped open, my brain unable to form the words needed to express the emotions roiling within me. “You fucking bastard,” I finally seethed as I slapped him. Hard.

Ryker’s eyes thinned to tiny slits as his nostrils flared in anger. Silently unlocking the door, his muscles tensed, making his tattoos bulge as he held the door open.

Neither of us said anything else as I exited the gym, and I couldn’t help but feel as if I left another broken piece of myself at his feet when I walked out that door.

What the fuck just happened?I stood staring at the doors to the gym, wondering what the fuck went wrong. Things went to shit in less than two seconds. I couldn’t believe what she’d said after we just finished having sex, especially when it ranked up at the top of my list. I thought she was blowing me off until I saw her face.

Those watery eyes and tear-stained cheeks made me regret what I’d said. Every. Fucking. Word. It was all bullshit anyway.Why did I have to be so fucking stubborn?

I didn’t understand what caused the pain in her eyes, but I knew what I’d said made it worse. I wanted to apologize, to take back the lies I defensively spewed out; anything to remove the hurt on her face. But, I couldn’t, my words stuck in my throat for fear of her rejection.

Then, my warrior broke through. Anger replaced the sadness and mixed with the pain that always seemed to linger on her face. Her eyes hardened, and her lips thinned as she slapped me.

Yeah, deep down, my girl’s a fighter.

I wanted to find out everything that made Kaiya who she was, to peel back every intricate layer and uncover what lay beneath her guarded exterior.

I knew her standoffish demeanor was a front that she put up to protect herself. What I wanted to know was from what. Obviously, someone had hurt her—I recognized that type of pain; the kind that embeds in your soul, and never goes away. I endured that scarring pain every fucking day.

I wanted to erase some of hers, even if it was only a sliver. I would take what she’d give me, if that was anything at all after what had just happened.Damn, I fucked up.