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Ryker grunted against my mouth, then pulled back, gasping. “I’m gonna come,” he mumbled.

“Me, too.”

Fuck, I was so close.

He pulled back, then gave one last, hard thrust, and went still.

I tilted my head back so hard it hit the wall, but the stars that flickered across my vision weren’t from that. My back arched, my legs trembled.

God, he was good.

He leaned forward, resting his head on my shoulder. I combed my fingers through his hair, kissing anywhere I could reach.

“You’re insatiable,” he said. I could tell he was grinning.

“Yeah. I am. Thanks for helping me figure that out.”

He laughed and pulled out slowly. I lowered myself to the ground, one leg at a time.

My knees were wobbly, and I laughed.

I dressed again while Ryker was still cleaning up. I glanced back at him, smiling. “Thanks for the quickie.”

He turned to look at me. I was already unlocking the door.

I winked at him. “Y’know, you might be the kind of guy I could fall in love with.”

His eyes lit up and he smiled. It was unexpectedly cute. “Really?”

I grinned. “Maybe. If you come out and buy me a drink.”

I left the bathroom, leaving him standing there with his jeans around his ankles.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ryker

“It looks so far away.”

Sydney and I were sitting on a blanket together, on the Richland side of the river. We faced West Virginia—Malone, specifically, where the new location of No Regrets was going to be. Benny and Bradley had already found the perfect building and were in the process of updating it, getting it ready to open. Soon, we’d start interviewing for new artists, running advertisements for the new location.

It had been a wild month already, and the next few would be just as crazy. But it was exciting. Every time I thought about it, my heart beat a little faster. Benny and Bradley were putting a lot of trust in me, and I couldn’t help but be afraid of disappointing them.

But every time I voiced those thoughts, Sydney reminded me that they’d picked me for a reason. I needed her to keep being my voice of reason.

She leaned against me, looking out at the river. “But, I mean, it’s not. It’s just a few miles between the two shops.”

She knew, of course. I’d told her everything, with the condition that she not tell Kenzie or Lora. She’d kept her word, and we talked about it often.

I was nervous. Really nervous. But Sydney kept telling me that I’d be great, and I had to believe her.

She hadn’t lied to me yet, and I figured she wouldn’t start lying to me now.

“I know it’s just a few miles, but it’s just gonna be weird, you know? Not to work with the guys every day.”

“But you’re gonna be there a few days a week, right?”

“Yeah, but I’ve been there five years, you know? With Benny and Bradley. And now that I’m a co-owner, I’m not gonna see them all the time.”

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