Page 107 of Ravaged Saints

I search his face, but his fucking mask is unreadable.

“I didn’t fuck her,” I say quickly. “I pressed my thigh against her and made her come.”

He laughs, dark and low. “Fuck, Ryker.”

“When I fuck Aspen, I want it to be with you. Just the three of us.” I cup his face, letting him see the truth in my eyes.

His jaw tightens. Then he nods.

“That’s a deal, Ryk.”

His lips crash into mine, his tongue claiming, consuming as his hand moves down, lifting my hips, positioning me as he presses at the entrance slowly, making his way in, and I groan. The stretch is perfect; my hand wraps around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

The feeling of him inside me sends a shiver down my spine, and we move together, breath syncing, bodies locked in rhythm. His muscles tense, his thrusts quicken, losing control, and I love how I can make him lose control completely.

“Max,” I groan, my orgasm slamming into me, spilling between us, and with two more thrusts he loses control, a rough sound ripping from his throat as he fills me, heat spreading inside.

He collapses against me, breath ragged.

“I missed you, Ryker,” he murmurs against my neck.

I tighten my hold on him.

Max

Waking up next to Ryker after all these years feels fucking unreal. His body is warm against mine, his breathing steady, and his presence grounding. We have fucked several times, but sleeping until morning? Never.

I know I still have to give him time and space, but this? This is a fucking step forward. I look at him; his face relaxed, his dark lashes move slightly as he breathes, his arm tucked under the pillow and his back on full display. Damn, he is gorgeous.

I sit up. He stirs but keeps sleeping, so I slip out of bed, throwing on my boxers before heading to the showers.

The door is closed. and only one person in the base ever does that.

“Aspen?” I call out, and she peeks from behind the shower wall, water dripping down her bare shoulders.

“Morning.” Her smile is wide, radiant, and too damn happy for this early.

I narrow my eyes. “Morning…?”

I hesitate, debating whether to strip in front of her. She’s seen me naked before. Hell, she’s had my cock in her mouth.

Shit.

My dick twitches at the memory, and I force the thought of that day away, deciding to keep my boxers on for now.

“You seem happy,” I say, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

“I am!” she calls back, under the water’s steady stream.

“And why is that?”

She peeks out again, this time with a devilish smirk. “You and Ryker.” She winks before disappearing.

My brows lift. “How did you—?”

“I heard it!” she yells over the water, and I bite my lip.

Fuck. Were we that loud?

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