Page 7 of Mending Scars

Fuck, she’s so sexy.

Our wet skin slapped together as I increased my pace, thrusting harder into her, bringing us both to the brink.

I wanted to taste her as I made her come, capture the sounds of bliss she made because of me. I grabbed her face and crushed her lips with mine, opening her mouth with my tongue and slipping it inside.

Fuck, so good.

After a few more thrusts, Kaiya cried out, and her pussy tightened around me. I followed, coming inside her as she trembled against me.

Holding Kaiya up, I pressed kisses along her neck as we caught our breath. “I love you,” I murmured against her skin.

Turning her head, she grazed her lips against mine. “I love you, too.”

Some of her hair clung to her face as she leaned her head against the wall. I pushed the drenched strands back before kissing her again.

Kaiya’s legs had loosened, but as our kiss deepened, she tightened them around me again. My dick started to harden inside her.

Damn, she drives me fucking crazy.

I slowly pumped my cock in and out of her, growling against her lips. “You want more, baby? You want me to fuck you again?”

She sucked my tongue into her mouth. Hard. “Yes, please fuck me,” she loudly moaned.

I smirked and roughly thrust into her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her swollen lips. We stayed there in the shower until long after the water ran cold.

I awoke with a satisfied smile on my face, even though the annoying blaring of my phone’s alarm assaulted my eardrums. Last night in the shower with Ryker was pure heaven. As I reached for my phone, Ryker shifted behind me and captured me in his arms. I barely grabbed my cell before he pulled me back into him and tented the covers around us.

I turned off the alarm and shifted to face him. He gave me a sleepy smile, and his eyes were still half-lidded in sleep. “Mornin, beautiful.”

He leaned in and pressed his full lips against mine. After a few seconds, I groaned, “I need to get ready for work.” If we didn’t stop now, I’d definitely be late.

He grunted but didn’t protest. If it were up to him, we would have stayed in bed until noon every day. I would much rather do that, but I’d already taken enough time off work after the shooting.

I gave Ryker another quick kiss and scooted to the edge. He reached for me, then dragged me back into him. I giggled, able to easily fall back into his loving embrace. “I have to get ready,” I said, giving him my best responsible stare down.

“Fine, babe. I’ll lay back here and watch your sweet ass wiggle its way to the bathroom.” He propped his head on his arm and watched me. I couldn’t help but smile the entire way.

I turned into the bathroom and my smile vanished as my head darted away from the mirror. Although Kaleb was gone, I saw him whenever I looked at myself.His face haunted me, and I feared it always would. How could I forget it when it was a replica of mine?

After getting ready, I went to say goodbye to Ryker, who had fallen back asleep. His arms were wrapped around my pillow, and his face was buried in it. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach at the endearing sight, and I smiled as I leaned down and kissed his cheek. “I love you,” I whispered, not wanting to wake him.

“Love you, too,” he murmured in his sleep, not opening his eyes. I quietly walked out of the room, grabbing my purse and keys from the table before exiting the apartment and heading to work.

Work dragged on and on every day since I’d returned about a month ago. I’d gotten spoiled, spending most of the day with Ryker, sleeping in late every morning, and having sex for most of the day in each room of both of our apartments. My phone vibrated next to my keyboard. I expected a text from Ryker when I entered my password, but instead, there was a message from a unknown number.Weird.

Unknown: I’d be careful if I were you bitch

I stared at my phone in shock, my eyes glued to the screen for several seconds before warily glancing around. My heart pounded as a million thoughts ran through my head.

What the fuck? Is this some sort of joke? Who would’ve sent this?

My instincts told me to call Ryker, but I didn’t want him to overreact. It was probably some prank. I was about to delete the text, but decided to keep it just in case I got another one.

It’s probably nothing, though.

I placed my phone back on my desk and tried to refocus on work, but now I felt like I was being watched.

Stop being paranoid, Ky. Someone is just fucking around with you.

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