Page 50 of Kane's Awakening
After I put on the condom and lubed up both of us, he pushed me back on the cushion and straddled my hips. I looked up at him—at his fucking gorgeous, smooth body that had subtle hints of muscle—and watched his face as he slid down my dick.
His mouth slightly popped open and he tilted his head back, exposing his Adam’s apple and sexy as fuck throat.
I bit down on my lip and gripped his hips, applying just a little extra pressure to help him.
Once he wasn’t as uncomfortable, he started rolling his hips and sliding up and down my dick. A shiver went through me at the tightness and heat of him, and my fingers dug into his skin.
He panted and gazed down at me through lustful eyes, still riding me.
When he started to orgasm, I took hold of his dick and stroked it as I thrust up into him—slower at first but becoming quicker as the sensations intensified. And after he came apart, so did I, feeling my balls tingle right before I came in him, fucking moaning like I never had before as my body shuddered and pleasure filled every part of me.
It was the best sex I’d ever had. The past encounters had been amazing, too, and I’d known without a doubt he’d been the best for me, but that encounter topped all of those. It was slow, but so damn hot.
Ryker got off me and walked into the other room. I didn’t know where he was going, but I was too tired to ask. In a post-orgasm haze, I just lay there and closed my eyes. It was nearly impossible to keep them open. I hadn’t slept in over twenty-four hours, and it was catching up with me.
Something wet touched my chest, and I snapped awake to see Ryker running a washrag over me, cleaning up his cum from when he’d shot his load. I gave him a sleepy grin and watched him. He moved to my dick next, and I winced a little at the sensitivity.
Once he was finished, he crawled back beside me on the couch and pulled me into his arms.
Usually, I liked to be the big-spoon—if I even allowed any cuddling—but right then, it just felt amazing to be surrounded by him, and I cuddled into him, seeking more of that protective feeling he gave me.
He pressed his lips to my temple. Such a simple, but tender action that made me calm even more and my breathing started to slow as every muscle in my body began to unwind.
Ryker’s presence did what nothing else had—took away the fucking awful thoughts in my head and allowed me to fall asleep in his arms.
***
I awoke to the smell of something delicious. My mouth watered before I even opened my eyes, but when Ididopen them, I saw it was night. I’d slept all afternoon and into the evening. It took me a second to remember everything that had happened.
Naps always did that to me. When I woke up from them, I’d forget what year it was and everything until my sleep-stupid brain caught up with reality.
I recalled the night of the shooting—last night?—how I hadn’t slept all night, which explained me sleeping for so long.
Wait.Who the fuck’s in my house?
Then I remembered Ryker—and the mind-blowing sex we’d had—and my stomach did little flips. Which instantly annoyed me. One moment of weakness, and I’d given in to him—to the emotions I’d said I’d never allow again.
Sitting up, I groaned at how achy and stiff my muscles were. I must’ve been out cold and not moved for hours. The sex on the small, cramped couch probably hadn’t helped either. Feeling a whoosh of cold air hit my junk, I searched the floor for my boxers and slid them on after finding them.
Molly was asleep on the floor beside the couch, but when I stood up, she looked up at me and cocked her head.
“I’m okay, girl.” I rubbed behind her ears before going into the kitchen.
Ryker stood with his back to me, cooking something on the stove. As if the guy couldn’t get any more perfect, he could fucking cook, too. He’d put on his pants but was shirtless, and I stared at the muscles in his smooth back—the definition of his shoulder blades and the dip of his lower back. The guy might not have a gym bod, but damn, he was perfect in my eyes.
“Hey.”
He jolted and snapped his head around. “Oh! Hi. Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake yet. I hope you don’t mind me cooking… I just thought you could use something to eat.”
When he focused back on the skillet, I walked forward and leaned on the counter beside him. His dark blond hair wasn’t as fixed as it normally was. It hung a little messy, which only managed to make him look hotter. Knowing how it got messy made it even better. He looked well-fucked and delightful.
“You can cook for me anytime,” I said, trailing my gaze up and down his body.
“When my son is upset, I always cook for him. It’s comforting.”
His son. What a way to bringthattopic back up; the subject that had made us start arguing the last time I’d seen him.
But instead of letting it pull us apart again, I asked, “Is that bacon?”
