Page 20 of Bite Your Tongue

“So, what? You’re going to try to findthe one?” I murmur, instantly pissed.

“What?” She snorts. “Hell no. I’m cutting men off altogether.” She points toward her chest. “Going to work on myself, Ry-Ry. And like I said, there are toys that can do a better job than most men can anyway.”

“Men who aren’t me.” I wink.

She pats my chest. “Whateverhelps you sleep at night, babe.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and gives me a tiny smirk. “So, are you ready or what?”

Before I can respond, she grabs her jacket and heads toward the exit, strutting in a way that makes her ass sway and my cock ache.

I know I need to stop this. One time with her was one too many. I’m betraying her by pretending like I didn’t see a glimpse of the video, and I’m betraying her brother by secretly hooking up with her instead of telling him like a man.

A woman can make a man do a lot of stupid things though. And when it comes to Saylor, I’ll not only do them … but I’ll also thank her after.

In the back seat of the SUV, Ryder’s hand rests on my thigh. My body vibrates, and every single cell in my freaking being anxiously waits for Ryder’s driver to arrive at his house. I should care more about my self-respect than the orgasm this man is about to give me, but right now, I don’t.

I’ll be a badass bitch after I come. Hopefully multiple times.

The voice in my head keeps telling me this is wrong and that I promised myself I’d be stronger than this. I’d learn to love myself and enjoy being alone. That I’d stop banging my brother’s friends. The voice in my brain might belong to a loud bitch, but when I’m being pounded by Ryder Cambridge, she’d better shut the hell up.

We’re almost to his road now, and his hand has slowly worked its way up higher and higher on my thigh. Even through my jeans, I’m sure he can feel the heat pumping from between my legs.

I’m soaked, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

As his palm cups my heat, my brain grows fuzzy with pure desperation, and before I realize it, we’re pulling in front of his house.

Lifting his hand from my leg, he slides out of the SUV first, and slowly, I duck out behind him. Within seconds, my shaky legs are leading me behind him as we walk toward his front door.

Pushing the door open, he holds it before jerking his chin forward. “What are you waiting for, Brat? I know you’re wet; I could feel it through your jeans.”

“Am not,” I lie as he closes the door behind me.

Unzipping my jacket, I gaze around his house before tossing it onto the back of a chair. I’ve been here a few times, but never when it was just the two of us. And certainly never with the intention of getting naked.

“It was hot in the car, and I’ve had a few drinks.”

I smirk playfully, but when he struts toward me, his eyes glimmering with amusement, I swallow roughly because it’s obvious he’s not messing around tonight.

When he reaches me, he grips my chin lightly. “You know, I have something to fill this sassy mouth with.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “I have something for you to swallow too.”

Between my throbbing legs and my weak knees, I can barely muster up any words to say back, but somehow, I manage. “I don’t swallow,” I utter, tipping my chin up slightly.

“You will tonight,” he says with such certainty that I should punch him, but instead, the heat in my belly, spreading to my thighs, only grows. “And you’ll thank me after too.”

“Says who?” I narrow my eyes.

“The man who has the cock you want to come all over,” he muses.

“What do you say, Brat? A favor for a favor.” He dips his face closer to mine, running his thumb over my bottom lip. “When I said I needed to fuck you out of my system, I also meant this mouth.” A low groan escapes his lips, and he hisses, “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fucked my own hand, imagining I was wrecking your throat?”

No, I have no idea.I don’t give him the satisfaction of saying it out loud and thinking I care, but truthfully, I had no idea he ever thought of me like that. Well, aside from the one night we spent together.

My nipples harden at the thought of him jerking himself off to me, and he notices my desperation because his smirk only broadens.

“Show me,” I whisper.

Pleasure flashes in his eyes. “You want to watch me stroke my cock the way I do when I’m thinking about you, Saylor?” He grumbles the words. “Is that it?”

“Yes,” I breathe out. “Show me what you do when you’re thinking about me. And in return, I’ll suck your dick.”

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