Page 67 of Mending Scars

Kaiya glanced up at me, then back down at Brownie. “Daddy’s a party pooper, Brownie. He won’t let us play.”

A warm smile spread over my face as my stomach tightened from hearing Kaiya call me “daddy.”

God, I love her.

Brownie rolled off her back and stood. Her butt shook back and forth from how hard she was wagging her tail. Kaiya patted her on the head and smiled. “Go play with Daddy. Mommy has to get ready now.”

Kaiya rose back up. “Maybe you should take her outside before we leave,” she suggested as she resumed her search through her clothes on the rack.

“Okay.” I picked Brownie up and carried her to the bedroom door. “You better be ready by the time I get back,” I joked.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Kaiya shouted as I walked down the hall. I knew she wasn’t going to be anywhere near ready when I came back inside.

“Your momma is a smart ass,” I said as I scratched our new puppy’s neck. “But I wouldn’t want her any other way.”

I could hardly wait to see where Ryker planned to take me for my birthday. My family had never been big on parties growing up. As adults, Kam and I wouldn’t do anything extravagant when our birthdays came around, much to Nori’s displeasure. She’d always wanted to throw both of us a huge party, but we usually ended up just doing dinner and dancing for my birthday and barhopping for Kam’s.

“Just tell me where you’re taking me,” I pleaded for the fifth time since we started driving. The anticipation was killing me.

Ryker chuckled. “Nope. It’s called a surprise for a reason.”

“Damn it,” I mumbled under my breath before huffing like a bratty child.

Ryker placed his hand on my thigh, which was slightly exposed by my new dress. I couldn’t figure out what to wear so I ended up going to buy one for the special occasion. “You’ll like it, Warrior. Trust me.” He grinned with a wink.

My lips curved up at his sexy smile. “Yeah, you do know what I like.”

That was a big understatement—Ryker always knew how to please me. His smile morphed to a cocky smirk from my words as his fingers danced higher up my thigh. The tender skin tingled with pleasure until he reached the juncture between my legs and stilled.

His eyes were filled with lust as they locked on mine. My lips parted to release a small gasp as he started to rub his fingertips against my panties.

He moved to the edge of my lace boy shorts and snaked his hand underneath the fabric. His gaze left mine as he looked back at the road, but his fingers didn’t stop their course. They slowly continued, tracing their way along my skin until they found my heated core.

Ryker played within the sensitive folds, massaging my clit using his expert touch. “Guess I do know what you like—that sweet pussy is soaking wet for me,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes and bit down on my lower lip as Ryker slipped the tips of two of his fingers inside me and quickly dragged them out.

I squirmed as he toyed with my clit again, aching for him to sink his fingers deep in me again. A moan left me as he teased my entrance, knowing he was going to make me come completely undone before giving me release.

After several blissfully tortuous seconds, Ryker slowly pushed his fingers inside my pussy, causing me to cry out. I gripped the edge of my seat as he pulled them out again and groaned in protest, “Ryker, please.”

“Not yet, baby. I’m not ready for you to come yet.”

Damn it.

I hated and loved every second of Ryker’s pleasurable torment. I wanted him to end it, yet didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t know how long he continued his heavenly ministrations, but after some time, he took his hand away and huskily spoke. “We’re here.”

My eyes snapped open and met his. “Don’t stop,” I whimpered as I writhed against the seat, wanting, no, needing release.

Ryker chuckled before sticking the fingers that had just been inside me into his mouth and sucking them.

Holy fuck. That’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.

I licked my lips, then closed my mouth, which had parted as I watched Ryker savor my arousal.

His eyes darted to my lips and back as the right side of his mouth curved up into a sinful smirk. “We’ll be late if I don’t stop,” he said in a sensual rasp.

Sparks of lust flared in the silence that followed his statement, then our lips crashed together. Ryker gripped my hips as he lifted me over the center console of his truck and onto his lap. His hands roamed under my dress and grabbed my ass as I fumbled with his zipper.

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