He grunts. "Dig harder, baby."
I obey.
"Yes, just like that." He squeezes my ass, and my tingles go crazy.
I find his mouth. Like every kiss, he devours me, as if he's starving and I'm his only meal.
His cock ripples against my spasming walls, creating a pleasure train of euphoria. It starts slow and increases speed until pellets of sweat break out on my skin and my chest heaves for air.
As my body trembles, he tightens his embrace so there is no room between us.
We belong to each other. His flesh and bones are mine. My skin and limbs are his. Any notion we're two people is gone. It's just Ryker and me, and together, scarred or broken, we're perfect and whole.
"Oh...oh... Ryker," I cry out, adrenaline rushing through my body.
He thrusts faster, moving me by the grip he holds on my ass. He growls, "So good. Open your eyes, baby."
I open them, and together we shatter, eye to eye, breath to breath, unspoken words of adoration clear.
For several moments, we don't move as our lungs fight for more air.
There's a knock on the door, and Ryker groans. I roll off him, and he pulls the blanket over us, then yells, "Come in."
Hunter walks in with a cocky grin. "Well, don't you two look cozy."
Ryker's expression is more arrogant than Hunter's. "Is there a reason you're interrupting our morning?"
"Blaise and Sloane are downstairs. They want to take you to the doctor's office to get X-rays."
Ryker's face drops, and he sighs.
"It will be good for you to know exactly what the situation is," I quietly say.
His face hardens, and he stares at the ceiling.
I glance at Hunter.
He shuts the door and sits on the bed next to us.
"Why are you on my bed?" Ryker demands.
"Give me your hand."
"What?"
Hunter raises his eyebrows. "Just do it."
Ryker growls but holds it out.
Hunter presses on several areas, and Ryker winces.
"Is there a reason you're fondling me?"
Hunter takes one finger and stretches it as far back as he can.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Ryker barks.
Hunter pauses. "Therapy, but Vanessa will be better at this than me."