Page 49 of Keeping What He Wants

She shot him a glare. “I’m not your mother. But if I was, you’d get a spanking for doing that to your body.”

He laughed. “Spank me anyway.”

She focused on her ice cream, ignoring him. Her tongue swirled around, lapping up the cold treat like it was the best damn thing in the world. Ryker swallowed, his cock responding to every lap of her tongue. Hell, she didn’t even try to turn him on. She just ate her stupid fucking treat, and he couldn’t help it.

“I think we need to go back to the cabin.”

She shrugged, seemingly oblivious to his discomfort. “Fine with me.”

Ryker watched as she bit into the ice cream. Ella licked the treat off her lips with one smooth swipe of her tongue. He’d had her not too long ago and found himself wanting her again.

“You want a bite?” She held the ice cream out to him. “You’re staring at me like you’re starving. You shared your fudge so I’ll share my ice cream.”

“No.”

“You’re missing out.”

“You have no fucking idea.” He grabbed her hand and led her to the parking lot.

Thankfully, Ella hadn’t bought too much and what she had fit in the compartments on his bike with a little effort. Ella watched him, biting into the cone of the ice cream as he handed her the helmet.

“Can I finish?”

He straddled the bike. “My fucking dick is hard and you want to finish the ice cream cone?”

She glanced down at his crotch. “Your dick is always hard.” Ella rolled her eyes and turned away from him. The skinny jeans she wore molded to her ass. It was a contrast to the loose-fitting scrub pants he normally saw her in. She’d matched it with a sexy blouse that showed cleavage. A few men walked by them, taking their time while looking at her. Equal measures of jealousy and pride filled him each time it happened. Ella was gorgeous, and she was his.

“Let me have a bite.” He reached for her arm, and she pulled away.

“You lost your chance.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Besides, you’re just saying that so I’ll finish it faster.”

He gripped her waist and drew her close. “You’re sexy as hell and don’t even know it.”

She rolled her eyes. “You have the libido of a teenage boy. I can only imagine how bad you were as an actual teenager. It’s a wonder if you could even keep it down long enough to function normally.”

He smiled and leaned in to bite her ice cream cone. The ice cream drizzled out of the cone and onto her fingers. Ella scowled at him before lapping it up. Ryker couldn’t stop touching her. He didn’t want to. She had the softest skin, and he loved the way she felt in his arms.

“I just think I’m addicted to you.” He kissed her sticky lips. “And when we get home, we need to stop by the grocery to pick up ice cream and waffle cones.”

She took the last bite and wiped her hands on her jeans. “Yeah, right.”

He watched as she moved to put her helmet on. He didn’t know what the hell he’d done to get her, but he’d sure hit the fucking jackpot. He pulled his helmet on and started the motorcycle.

Behind him, Ella slid her hands along his chest and stomach. He grinned to himself as he pulled out of his parking spot and headed toward the main road. She moved her hands lower until she cupped his crotch. Ryker squeezed the accelerator harder, gaining more speed as they raced back to the cabin. She stroked his cock through his pants, and he was helpless to stop her.

When they got to their cabin, he parked and yanked his helmet off. Ella’s laugher filled the silence as he lifted her off the back and carried her fireman style to the door. He smoothed his hand along her ass as she dropped her helmet next to the door as they entered.

He sat her down and barely had time to kick off his shoes before she pushed him against the wall. Ryker let her kiss him a few seconds before he cupped her ass and pulled her against him, kissing her back. They tumbled to the sofa in the living room, tugging at each other’s clothes. He’d never get enough of her. He’d realized that the first night he drove balls deep into her hot body, and he realized it now after having her so many times.

After slipping his hands underneath her shirt, he pulled back briefly to push it over her head. She shoved at him, doing her best to get her hands on his jeans. Ella eyes closed, and she dropped her head back, his mouth finding a sensitive spot on her neck that halted her actions. He nibbled and licked along her pulse point before scooping her into his arms and standing.

He sat her on her feet and kissed her lips. “Whoever undresses first calls the shots.”

He chuckled as she gave it an honest effort, but her damn skinny jeans stuck to her legs. He stood before her completely nude while she still struggled to get one leg out.

“No fair.” She fell back on the couch, losing her balance. “I need help.”

He laughed and tugged on her waistband, peeling the rest of her jeans off. Leaning in to kiss her, he hooked his fingers into her panties and tugged them off next. When she was nude, he glided his tongue inside her mouth, taking his time to taste her and enjoy every second of the seduction. She gripped his arms when her knees threatened to give under her weight. They did fast fucking a lot, but Ryker wanted to take his time. Appreciate her as much as she’d relished that fucking ice cream cone.

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