Page 102 of The Scout

I didn’t have time to respond before he was steering me away from the warmth of conversation and flickering lantern light. His grip was firm, purposeful, but not rough. I let him lead me, my pulse kicking up as I glanced over my shoulder.

No one was paying attention. Not yet.

Ryker walked me toward the side of the house, past the back porch, until we reached a secluded corner where the outdoor shower stall stood tucked against the wooden fence, the distant rush of waves masking our footsteps. The shower had been there since the Dane brothers were kids—a place to rinse off salt and sand after long days in the surf.

But right now?

I doubted Ryker gave a single fuck about rinsing off.

He pushed the wooden door open and backed me inside, shutting it behind us. The air was humid, the scent of sun-warmed cedar thick in the small space. Moonlight spilled in through the slats, cutting through the darkness in thin, silvery streaks.

“Ryker—”

His mouth was on mine before I could finish, his kiss deep, consuming, stealing the very breath from my lungs. His hands gripped my hips, tugging me against the hardness of his body, his arousal pressing into my lower back.

I gasped against his lips. “Someone—someone might hear us.”

His teeth scraped along my jaw, his voice a dark growl. “Let them. Then everyone will know exactly who you belong to.”

A shiver ran through me, anticipation curling hot and tight in my belly.

He reached past me, turning on the shower. A burst of cool water sprayed against the wooden planks, the mist dampening our skin. I barely had time to register it before Ryker’s hands were everywhere—palming my breasts, sliding down my stomach, yanking at the waistband of my shorts.

The fabric hit the floor in an instant, followed by my panties. He turned me, pressing me against the cool, wet wood, his body crowding mine from behind.

“Spread your legs.”

I obeyed, my breath shuddering out as his fingers slid between my thighs, parting me, stroking through my slick folds. I was already soaked for him, my body primed from the moment he had pulled me away from the party.

“Fuck, Isabel,” he rasped, his fingers teasing, justenough to drive me insane but not enough to satisfy. “I should take you right here. Bend you over and fuck you so hard you forget your own name.”

I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand. “Do it.”

His chest rumbled against my back, a dark chuckle vibrating through me. “Oh, I will. But first …”

His fingers plunged inside me, curling just right, pressing against that spot that made me see stars. My knees buckled, but his free hand wrapped around my waist, holding me upright, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

“Ryker,” I gasped, my head falling back against his shoulder. “Please?—”

His teeth found the curve of my neck, biting down just enough to make me shudder. “You’re always so fucking greedy for me,” he murmured, pumping his fingers deep, his thumb circling my clit in slow, devastating strokes.

“I can’t help it,” I panted, rocking against his hand, my body desperate for more. “You make me this way.”

“Damn right I do.”

The pleasure built, hot and urgent, teetering right on the edge of unbearable. Ryker’s breath was ragged against my ear, his voice thick with need. “Come for me, Isabel. Let me feel it.”

The command sent me flying.

My orgasm hit hard, crashing through me in sharp, pulsing waves. My legs shook, my hands gripping the wooden planks for support, a strangled moan escaping my lips as Ryker worked me through it, his fingers never stopping, never slowing.

By the time the aftershocks faded, I was boneless in his arms.

But he wasn’t finished.

Not even close.

“Turn around.”

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