“Then I don’t need to tell you.”
“Even without all this shit, you don’t have to. Didn’t have to the first time and definitely not right now.”
They’re silent a moment before Jay speaks again. “Okay.”
“Wasn’t asking your permission,” Ryan snaps, and those heavy and hurried footsteps get louder until a pair of familiar black boots fills my vision.
When he squats down, my eyes go right to his shoulder, and since he’s wearing a t-shirt, I can’t tell that he was even shot. “You’re not dead.”
He doesn’t say a word, just grabs me and hauls me up, then swings me so he’s cradling me like a baby. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face in his chest; a completely different kind of feeling weighs me down when I’m in his arms. “You’ve got Olivia?”
“Yeah,” Liv answers quietly.
“She’s with me from now on.” He carries me outside and sets me in a truck. I jump when the door slams and again when his does, too. Then he reaches over and puts my seat belt on and drives us away. He doesn’t say anything and neither do I.
My head rests on the window, and tears just roll out of my eyes. When the door suddenly opens, I almost fall out, not realizing he’s stopped. He reaches over me and undoes my buckle then carries me into his apartment.
He sets me on his bed and sits next to me. If I were cognizant enough, I’d wonder why he still has a place if he’s leaving. His boots plunk on the floor when he takes them off, and then he tosses my shoes next to his. His body shifts, and he turns me to face him, then I’m falling until we’re lying on his bed.
I don’t even realize it happened. I suspected it. Felt something deep. Thought maybe it could be true and tried to fight it, but I didn’t know for certain until right now.
When he runs a finger down my face and over my lips, his eyes so full of everything follow the same path. When he leans over and kisses me, those same eyes never leaving mine, that’s when it hits me like a damn bolt of lightning. And when he whispers my name and wipes away a tear, that’s when I know.
I’m in love with him.
Fully and completely and totally in love.
He realizes my revelation at the same time as me because his eyes go even softer and he says, “I know, baby doll.”
“You could have died.”
“I didn’t.”
I should probably ask who those men were. I should make sure he’s okay. Should probably even get up and make him take me back to my sister’s. But I don’t.
Instead, I push him down and kiss him. Desperately. I barely sit up enough to rip his shirt off, but when I see the bandage, I freeze.
“I’m okay.” His hands slide under my shirt, and his fingertips slide along my skin.
I press my lips just below the bandage, then lower, and then over his heart. When I continue south, he brings his hands to my head and gathers my hair. “Where are you goin’?”
Too unnerved and emotional to answer, I undo his button. Then slide down the zipper. All I know is I want him in every way. I need him. “Opal.”
He’s not wearing anything beneath, and I realize when he sprang out of bed, he just pulled his jeans on and hasn’t had a chance to change. He was so intent on getting to me he didn’t even take the time to put on his freaking boxers.
His cock springs free. Hard and long and perfect. As I pull his jeans down farther, I lick him from root to tip.
“Christ,” he moans.
I grab him with my hand and pump up and down a couple of times. When a bit of moisture beads at the tip, I’m mesmerized by the fact I did that to him. I made this big, strong man, who was just shot protecting me and my daughter, so turned on that he’s already this hard and this ready.
“Yeah, baby doll. That’s because of you. It’s all just for you… only you,” he confirms, reading my mind.
I lick the tip and am turned on by his flavor. In fact, it makes me want more. So I suck him in my mouth as far as he can go. Then I pull back out and do it again and again. He fists my hair tighter and lets loose a string of curse words.
“Jesus fuck, baby.” He starts to sit up, presumably to pull me away, but I grip him harder as I suck him even deeper. “You want me comin’ in your mouth, Opal?”
I don’t answer, but the thought of it makes me rub my thighs together.
“Fuck yeah, you do.” He yanks my head away by my hair, which should hurt, but does nothing but shoot pleasure through my skull. “I’ll give it to you, but you’ve gotta give it to me first. Take your shorts off and sit on my face.”
“What?” I still have his cock in my hand and haven’t stopped stroking.
“Take your shorts off and sit on my face. I’m gonna eat you out while you suck my cock. Then you’re gonna come in my mouth before I come down your throat.”
That sounds amazing, but I still don’t get what he’s saying. His patience must run out because he yanks me up, rips my shorts off, then turns me around and pulls me down on top of his face. “Oh, my God.”
He flicks my clit. Licks it, sucks on it, even nips it. His fingers spread me open, and he fucks me with those, too. I don’t forget I’m supposed to have him in my mouth, but I’m too far gone to be able to multitask right now.
His fingers do some crazy twisty curl thing, and then his hand is gone and he’s pulling me down hard. I gasp and try to sit up, but he squeezes my hips.
“I’m going to suffocate you.” I grunt.
“You’re not. Fuck my mouth, doll. Grind down and take whatever you need.”
I hesitate, but he immediately pulls me back down, and I start to move my hips. I find a spot and push down, taking it in a way I have never ever felt before, until I explode, screaming his name as my entire body shakes and spasms.
Then I collapse on top of him and put him back in my mouth, using every ounce of energy I have left to make him feel as good as he always makes me feel. He slides a finger inside me, the tremors still there, and I buck my hips. “Christ, baby.”
I moan around his cock and feel a rush of moisture leave me.
“I’m close, baby. Come with me.”
He presses his thumb to my clit, and unlike last time, I keep him in my mouth while I take even more from him. He gives it all to me with a loud growl against my pussy that makes me moan around his cock. I swallow every drop, and without another word, he pulls me up, tucks me close, and holds me until I fall asleep. His legs entwined in mine and the steady beat of his heart cradle me and make me feel safe until I wake up and have to face reality.
9
RYAN
“Shit, damn, shit,” Opal mutters under her breath as I climb off my bike.
“Shit is right. What the fuck?”
“Jay called you,” she surmises.
“Uh, yeah, Opal. He’s at a murder scene. Couldn’t leave that to change your tire.”
She runs her fingers through her hair, and I drag my eyes away from the beauty of her face to see the perfection of her body in a cute white dress.
“You talking to me tonight?”
She crosses her arms and blows a chunk of hair away from her eye. “I talk to you every night I see you.”
“Yeah, but you’re not actually saying what I want to hear.”
Her eyes dart around the empty parking lot, and she looks like she’s about to take off.
“Run all you want, baby doll. I’ll catch you.”
“Why are you doing this?” She lets the shield down and gives me just a little bit of her vulnerability.
“You and I both know why, Opal.”
“I don’t understand, Ryan. You said yourself you’re leaving, so why are you doing this? You were supposed to be gone already.” When she wipes her tears, I can’t stand it.
My hands engulf her face, and I angle her head up so she’s looking at me. “Don’t ever cry because of me, Opal.”
“I just… God, Ryan, you got shot. You saved us, and you got shot… and you could have died. You could have fuckin
g died! I can’t do that again. I don’t have anything else to give you. What more do you want from me? You told me one night and you deserve so much more than what I can give you which is nothing else.”
“First, I never said one night. I said I’d walk away. The words one night never came out of my mouth. I know that because I knew from the moment I met you one of anything with you would never be enough. I want it all. I want so much more. Jesus, there’s so much more I want from you. With you. To do to you.” I slide one hand down her neck and across her collarbone, then back to the opposite side. “So much more. Look at me, Opal.”
Slowly, she raises her head. “Give me something. Would you please stop with the attitude and just fuckin’ talk to me? Actually tell me what’s really going on inside your head.”
Her eyes drop to my mouth and then back up again before she pushes up on her toes and presses her lips to mine. I wrap my arms around her and lift her feet off the ground. It only takes a second before her soft kiss turns frantic.
A quiet moan slides up through her throat. I bring one of my hands up and twirl her long hair around my wrist before I grab the back of her head. As quickly as she started this, she ends it.
“There.” She pushes away and slides down until she’s on the ground again. “There’s your something.”
“And what exactly was that?”
“I don’t know!” She runs her fingers angrily through her hair, clearly frustrated just like me.
I should be angry with the way she tries to play games, but it does nothing but make me want even more of her. She makes me want to stay—hell, I am staying because of her—so for now, I’ll give her this.
“Where’s Olivia?”
“She’s with the babysitter.”
Damn. I was hoping she’d be with her grandparents so I could take Opal back to my place and fuck the scared right out of her. After the whole getting shot thing a few weeks ago, she’s been avoiding me like crazy. I never got on the plane like I told her I would, but it had nothing to do with me getting shot and everything to do with how she reacted to a bullet barely nicking me.
Everything changed that night, and it’ll never be the same. I wasn’t sure if she felt it too before that, but when she thought I was going to die, the truth came out. She loves me almost as much as I do her… she’s just too scared to admit it.
If I wasn’t sure then, later that night when she fuckin’ burst into flames, takin’ me in her mouth and desperately sucking me like we didn’t have tomorrow, told me how she felt as well. She can’t hide what I make her feel.
Seeing her fall apart thinkin’ I was gonna die is reason enough to stay. I’m just waiting for her to admit to herself. Until then, I’ll play the game and chase her, no matter how much it pisses me off because I know the prize at the end is going to be the greatest reward of my life, and I’m a very patient man. I’ve never had anyone get the skip on me; I sure as hell ain’t gonna start with Opal Winters.
But tonight, tonight I’ve had enough. She knew damn well that Jay was working and still called him. She should have called me, and she knows it; that’s why she’s not even lookin’ in my eyes.
“Pop the trunk, babe. Let me get to the spare.”
She disappears in the car for a second, and I open the trunk and dig around, then slam it shut and take a peek beneath. When I still don’t find what I’m looking for, I reach over and grab the helmet from my bike and thrust it at her. “Put this on and I’ll take you home.”
“No.” She backs up like she’s scared, her face pale and her eyes wide. “No, no, no.”
“You don’t have a spare, Opal. How you don’t is beyond me, but regardless, you don’t have a spare tire for me to change the flat one, and you need to get home. So put the helmet on and hop on the damn bike.”
She holds her hands out, shaking her head so hard her hair is flying everywhere. “I can’t. No. Please, please don’t make me.”
“Babe, just get on the fuckin’ bike.” I sigh, exasperated with her bullshit. So sweet one day and then it’s like a switch flips. Most days, it wouldn’t bother me, but I’ve had a shit day. Plus, I’m tired and standing here seeing her bare legs and knowing they’re not gonna be wrapped around me again is really pissing me off.
“Ryan, I… I can’t.”
“I fucking know that!” I shout at her. “It’s all you goddamn say to me, Opal. I’m here because my buddy asked me for a favor. That’s it. I’ve had a long day, and I just wanna get you home so I can go home alone. So please, for the love of God, get on the fuckin’ bike.”
When she doesn’t move, I grab her shit from her car and toss it in my saddle bag, then put the helmet on her head for her. Grabbing her arm, I pull her to the bike and get on, then reach over and plant her ass behind me. “Feet on the pegs, watch the pipes they’re hot as shit.” I reach behind and pull her so she’s flush with me.
“Arms around my waist.”
She freezes. No movement from her whatsoever, and I lose all patience. “Wrap your fucking arms around me Opal; otherwise, you’re gonna fall off.”
Immediately, she does as I ask, but I can hear her whimper. Before I turn the key, I feel her body shaking. I squeeze her hand to reassure her… she can’t be this damn scared to be on the back of a motorcycle.
If she didn’t have to get home to the babysitter, I’d take her to my place and remind her how good we are together. Her grip never wavers, and I enjoy the feel of her behind me. Holy Christ, she feels good here. After only about ten short minutes, I’m in front of her new condo. After what had happened with her dipshit neighbor, she moved the next day. Luckily, she’d already expressed interest in this place.
Even though her landlord kicked out the neighbors, she couldn’t go back to that duplex. Not that I blame her; it was an ugly scene. Turns out the tweakers who broke into her house were actually in the wrong place.
They were coming around to collect from the dad, who conveniently wasn’t home, since he owed them like four thousand dollars. But because they were meth heads and high outta their minds, they got dead.
Her alarm didn’t go off because after they broke into the neighbor’s side and didn’t find anything of value, they threatened Tommy. He then showed them a space in the shared basement that led to Opal’s kitchen pantry. She obviously didn’t know it was there, the natural hardwood blended in with the door in the floor.
Which is also where little Tommy boy was sneaking in through to move shit around just to freak her out. He copped to that real fast once I had his ass dangling by his throat.
I wish she could stay wrapped around me forever, but she’s gotta get to the sitter. I get off first, and when I finally get a look at her face, mine falls.
“Shit, are you hurt or something?” I turn her so she’s sitting and facing me but don’t get an answer because she just bursts out in tears.
I take the helmet off, wrap my arms around her, and let her get it out, but as soon as I do that, she pulls back. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t do that. It’s not like I haven’t had my mouth over every inch of your skin or anything. Don’t fuckin’ pull away from me like I’d ever fuckin’ do anything to hurt you.”
“I know you wouldn’t, but I… I’ve gotta go.”
“Baby, don’t do this again.” I kiss her forehead and beg, even though I promised myself I wouldn’t. “Don’t do this.”
She hops down, and it’s a miracle she doesn’t burn the shit out of her legs. So as she stomps her fine ass up the steps of her place, I don’t follow. I watch her walk away, but once she’s inside, I smile. She’s got no clue what’s about to happen.
Idling at the curb, I respond to the text Jay just sent. Once I see the babysitter walk out, I know Opal is safe inside. I confirm with Jay since he finished up his case, then take off to meet him.
I can tell as soon as I step foot inside this bar that it’s filled with cops. A quick glance around and I spot Jay at the end of the bar. I head in that direction and no
d at a few guys who look familiar on my way.
“Hey, man.” We shake hands, and I order a beer, then sit on the stool and take a long pull. “Bad night?”
“Same shit every fuckin’ night.”
Deciding to not waste any more time, I tell him, “I took a permanent assignment here.”
“Fuck me. For real?”
I nod. “It’s in Rockford, but I can work remote and set up shop in Chicago.”
“Opal know?”
“No. I haven’t told her yet. Just finalized everything today.”
He smiles. “Awesome, man. Glad to have you around.”
“Least you are.”
“She is, too. Just stubborn Winters genes.” He clasps me on the shoulder. “She tell you what happened with Olivia’s father?”
My heart still breaks thinking about her story. “Yeah.”
“Did she tell you I was the one who told her?”
“She left that detail out.”
“I walked in when she was pushing, man. She knew.” He drops his head. “The look on her face. Aside from watching Livvie get taken away from me, that was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Can you fuckin’ imagine? Seventeen years old. He crashed his fuckin’ bike on the way to the hospital.”
Fuck, that’s why she was freaked out about the bike. And I made her get on it. Goddammit. The severity of her losing him makes much more sense. Not that she didn’t have the right to feel the way she did before, but the last piece of the puzzle fits now. “She didn’t tell me that much. Just that he passed when Olivia was born.”
“Minutes apart, Ry. He was pronounced minutes before she was born. He was a good kid. Promised Opal he’d sell his Ducati once Olivia was born because she hated it so much. Most ironic thing I’ve ever heard of.”
Everything makes sense now. “That’s not ironic; it’s goddamned tragic.”
10
OPAL
“What’s up with you?” Liv asks as we’re walking through the mall.
The sigh contradicts me when I say, “Nothing.”
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