by Ryan Michele
Ryker reaches over and pulls me to him, negating the gap we kept while we ate, and wraps his arm around me. “Just relax, Austyn.”
Easy for him to say. He’s done this …
I stop myself from those thoughts. I don’t want to know that.
As we watch television, my body relaxes into him. He repositions us then begins to massage my feet. It feels so damn good, losing me in the sensations. The kneading and rubbing gets kinks out I didn’t know were there.
“Lie on your stomach.”
I do as he says. His hands begin to do magical things. The strength in them is amazing, but it’s the tenderness that warms my heart.
Forgetting about the television, I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his hands on me.
My shoulder.
My upper back.
My lower back.
My legs.
My arms.
Every part of me he touches caressingly, lovingly. Then he goes to my scalp, and I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Whatever tension was there dissipates. A moan escapes, and I hear his chuckle rumble. Minutes, hours, days—I have no recollection of how long I’ve lain in this spot with this man touching everywhere on my body.
Ryker kneels in front of the couch, my head pointed toward him as my eyes flutter open. He’s gorgeous, there is no mistaking it. It’s what’s in his eyes, though, that sends my heart into a tizzy. Compassion, understanding, caring, and yes—love. It hits hard, and he must see it on my face because he leans over and attaches his lips to mine.
The kiss becomes a passionate molding of two bodies as he lifts me. I straddle his lap on the floor as runs his hand through my hair before gripping it, but not painfully, more like guiding my head where he wants it. His lips are soft, yet they have a rough edge to them. Add in the friction of his beard on my face and it’s a heady mixture.
Thoughts begin to swarm in my head, threatening to ruin this moment, but I push it all out—everything. Nothing else matters but Ryker and I in this moment. We have tonight, just he and I. No walls. No barriers. Just us.
Moving my mouth to match his, I do what feels natural, maneuvering my lips this way and that. My experience with men is very limited, and of that experience, this is the only time when I’ve felt beautiful, aroused, and in the moment.
My hips begin to move of their own accord, brushing back and forth along his hard length though his jeans. It hits a sensitive spot, and I gasp, loving the feel, only to keep doing it again, setting up a steady pace. This is so much more.
He cups my ass and squeezes, guiding my hips a bit faster.
Pulling away from his lips, my lungs take in much-needed oxygen as the build inside me grows. Ryker caresses his lips down my neck, darting his tongue out and licking me. I arch back for him, giving him more room, which he takes full advantage of, not leaving one space of flesh untouched.
He snakes one of his hands up my body so slowly it’s almost like he’s torturing me. The need for him to touch me more is so intense. He cups my breasts and begins to knead them, rolling my nipples repeatedly.
The room becomes hot like the desert in the middle of summer. Or maybe it’s just me. My knees dig into the carpet and my thighs rub against his jeans, adding to the sensations. My underwear is damp, and need threatens to take me over.
Ryker finds my lips again. The kiss is wet and hot, scorching me from the inside-out. He moves his hands down my torso, under my shirt, and pulls it up, moving so agonizingly slow. Once he gets to my breasts, a bit of panic sets in that I have to breathe through. Then I lift my arms, and my shirt is gone.
Tonight is the night for all my firsts. The ones that matter.
“Damn, beautiful.” He pulls down the cups of my dark purple lace bra, pulling my breasts out. The wire underneath holds them up, keeping them pert.
Ryker attaches his lips to my nipple, and I’m lost. The tugs, sucks, and nips bring me close. So close my core clenches and my head falls back on a loud moan. When he pulls away, I’m left on the cusp of what would be my first orgasm from a man.
“Why’d you stop?” My words are breathless. Hell, I don’t even recognize them myself.
“Trust me.”
A knot forms in my stomach for only a moment before I realize I’ve always trusted Ryker. Yes, he forced Deke’s hand, but it wasn’t because of anger. It was because he cared.
“Of course.”
His answering smile is so sexy a whimper escapes me.
With my back to the couch, I lie back, giving him full access to my breasts as he goes back to giving each attention. He holds my hips still, and I take that as a sign to stop moving them, although I do love the friction.
“Wrap your legs around me tight,” he says in a soft voice, and I comply.
Somehow, he rises, taking me with him and carrying me into my bedroom while kissing me sensuously. I thread my hands through his hair, loving the feel of its softness.
My back hits the bed, and then Ryker’s weight comes on top of me.
“Waited for this for far too fuckin’ long, beautiful. I’m takin’ my time and gonna love every part of you.”
My heart swells just as my insides melt. This is what I’ve wanted and dreamed of for so long it hurts. Now it’s here and I’m taking in every second of it, burning it into my brain forever.
“Please,” I answer.
Ryker makes a trail of his kisses down my neck, shoulder, chest, breasts, and down my torso. As he unzips my jeans, panic hits for a brief moment, but one look into his eyes and everything inside me calms and focuses on Ryker and his touch.
He pulls my jeans off, tossing them across the room. He then snakes his hands up my feet, legs, thighs, and hips. Ryker moves his head between my thighs, his mouth on my core. Well, on my underwear, but I can feel his heat pulsing off him as he massages my ass. My hips move of their own accord, back and forth, practically rubbing against his mouth.
On a chuckle, he pulls away, reaches up, and pulls my purple bikini briefs away from my body. I lie there, naked in front of him, the scars left over from JK on full display, as he stares down at me with a powerful gaze.
A shiver races through me. I know what I look like, and I like how I look, but Ryker’s opinion of me matters. It probably shouldn’t as much as it does, but it still does. I’ve grown to accept my scars. I just hope Ryker can, too.
I wait while he rests his hands on my thighs.
“You are absolutely the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Austyn. Always knew you’d be, but my visions didn’t even come close to what’s laying out in front of me.”
The heart doesn’t lie, they say. Mine is telling me that this man is more than I ever expected, too. More than the jokester façade. More than the brother to the Ravage MC. Behind it all is a man. A man who is capturing me with every touch he gives.
“Austyn,” he calls, and my focus goes to him, not realizing my eyes were closed, lost in the moment. “There she is.”
Ryker pulls off his T-shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. My breath catches at the masculine beauty that is Ryker. I’ve seen him without his shirt on before at the clubhouse, but never this close. Never a time when I could look at him unabashedly and admire all that is him.
So many tattoos everywhere. I sit up onto my elbows, trying to take them all in, but there’s no way it’ll happen that quickly.
With a knee to the bed, he climbs on, kissing up my leg to my knee then to my pussy. I jolt at first, not having any clue what to expect. His tongue is hot and wet. His teeth are sharp and precise. He kisses me like he does my mouth, slow and sensually, making sure to hit my clit just at the right times to get a gasp from me. The brush of his hair down there amps up my arousal.
I reach down and hold onto his hair, my legs falling open and giving, which he takes full advantage of.
The pressure inside me coils, my stomach clenching. Heat like no other burns me from the inside out.
As he presses a finger inside me, the orgasm hits an
d I cry out Ryker’s name while digging my nails in hard to his head. I’m not sure if I’m holding him there or trying to pull him off.
My entire body shakes, and my eyes roll shut as pleasure vibrates through my body.
Moments later, I look down to see Ryker’s eyes are solely focused on me, taking in every little movement I make. He presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, then rises from the bed, stripping off his jeans and boxers.
His cock stands to attention. It’s long and thick with an almost purple head that looks like it could explode at any moment. I’ve seen men’s junk before in movies, but Ryker’s has every single one of those beat by a mile. I’m not even sure he’ll fit inside me.
He pulls out a condom and tosses it to the bed before climbing up back on the bed. Then he delicately cups my face, kissing me with everything he has. The taste of myself mingled with him spurs my arousal on once again.
We roll to our sides, my leg over his thigh. His dick rubs against me as the fire burns hot once more.
“Like this?” I ask, fearing him being on top of me. Not him, just the feel of it. I don’t want to ruin this. I can’t ruin this.
“Anything,” he says, kissing me once again.
I feel him moving, then feel his hand between us as he rolls the condom on.
A fleeting bit of panic hits, but I breathe through it, looking into Ryker’s eyes.
This is Ryker. No one else.
The feeling subsides.
Ryker poises at my entrance. He knows I’ve had sex before because I was pregnant. What he doesn’t know is he’s my first time having sex.
His dick slowly enters me, and then he maneuvers my body for a better angle. He glides inside, each inch of him stretching me and waking up the nerves.
I try to hold back the tears, wishing this was my first time for real.
“Damn, baby. You’re wrapping around me like a vise.” Sweat trickles down his brow like it’s almost painful for him to be taking such time with me, but I appreciate it more than he knows.
Clawing his shoulders as he enters me fully, I feel slight pain, but I’m able to hold in my reaction.
“This is the best fuckin’ gift you could have given me.”
Before I can respond, he’s kissing me once more, all the while thrusting into me, his dick sliding in and out of me rhythmically. His kisses match his thrusts, and I get lost in the sensations.
I find myself moving with him, meeting him with each move. He holds me tightly to his body, his heat adding to my own, creating a combustible energy in the room.
Ryker swivels his hips, hitting my clit just in the right stop. I gasp, but Ryker just plunges deeper in my mouth.
He begins a pace with a thrust and a swivel, and I’m completely lost. I scream his name once again as shards of white light appear behind my lids, ripping my lips away from his, my back arching. He keeps me close to him, even as I dig my nails into his shoulders as his thrusts become more determined.
Soon, he buries his head in my shoulder, and I feel his dick twitch inside me. Our bodies still, the only sound is our labored breathing.
That wasn’t fucking. That wasn’t anywhere close to fucking.
What have I done?
There’s no coming back from that.
None. There is no use in me even trying.
Chapter Nineteen
The daylight shines through the curtains as Austyn lies on my chest, sleeping soundly. Last night was better than I ever imagined. She’s always been amazing in my eyes, but our compatibility and the sparks between us make us unstoppable.
The only thing that stands out is her hesitation with the actual act of sex. I watched her carefully as I slid inside her, and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear she was about to cry. Yet, she didn’t. It’s not like I was her, but her actions left me a bit confused. After that initial entry, though, she was all in. We matched each other movement for movement.
Austyn is by far the best partner I’ve ever had. It’s because I love her. I know it. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love her.
In the light of day, though, is she going to pull away again? Is she going to erect those fucking walls again? Is she going to push me away? Is she going to try to avoid me once again?
Nevertheless, I won’t allow her to block me out. Not even for a moment. She’s going to know exactly what it means to have a man love her. As if she didn’t pick up on it the past few months.
She slowly stirs, her hand flexing on my chest. I wait to see her reaction, remaining still. She slowly lifts her head, her eyes sleepy from sex and lips beautifully puffy.
“Hey.” Her voice is whispered and sexy.
“Hey, beautiful.” I tuck a strand of loose hair behind her ear, and she sighs contently.
“Can we just pretend that it’s still the night?”
I brush a kiss over her lips. “There’s no reason to pretend. This is us—you and me. Not one damn other thing matters. This right here”—I pull her tighter to me—“is all that I give a shit about. You. Me. Us.”
Tears well in her eyes, but she fights them back. “I wish it were that simple.”
“It is. Just let it be.” I lean down, kissing her hard and deeply, lying flat on the bed with her on top.
Her soft, compliant, still sleepy body molds to mine like a glove, fitting in the right places exactly. She kisses me with all the fervor of last night, meeting me at every turn and blowing my damn mind. Always knew she’d be sweet. Knew she’d be the one to wreck me. Having it confirmed only makes me harder.
Austyn rubs her pussy along the length of my bare cock, her knees on either side of my hips. The sensation drives me mad with desire, lust spiking through me.
Tilting her head, I take more, exploring every inch of her mouth with my tongue and lips. She’s a fantastic kisser, so soft yet rough when she needs to be. Absolutely fucking perfect.
She lifts from my lips, her eyes dilated and breathing ragged as she continues to move over me.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet, beautiful.”
Her glazed over look comes to me, her brunette hair falling around her like a curtain.
Reaching up, I grab her tits, needing the feel of her flesh. It’s so soft, and it turns her on, if her hips going faster has anything to say about it. Tweaking each nipple, she cries out, tossing her head back. Her hair is so long it swipes over my legs, only adding to the sensations coursing through me.
I feel the pre-come leaking out of me and grasp her hips. “Beautiful, need to glove up and be inside that sexy body of yours.” Reaching over, I grab the foil packet, tear it open, and glide it on.
She grasps my cock, and I have to hold in the urge to come because it rides me hard.
Poised at her entrance, she slowly lowers onto me. Her pussy is so damn tight she has to rock her hips back and forth inch by painful inch to let me in. Once her ass is resting on my hips, she stops, our eyes connecting.
Looking deeply within her, I see what I’ve been wanting to see, when her mouth kept telling me other things—love, compassion, and undying lust. They brew in her depths, wrapping around me like a winter scarf.
She brings her hands to my chest, palms flat, searing me with her heat. Blowing out a breath, sweat trickles down my face and chest. My patience is just about spent. Then she starts to move. Up and down, gliding along my shaft, her knees and legs working as one unit. The rhythm starts out uneven, but all too soon, she finds it.
Austyn drops her head back as a sexy as hell moan escapes her. I squeeze my hands on her hips, guiding her faster. My hips buck with each downward thrust from her. My cock is so deep inside I have to blink away the stars in my eyes.
“Oh, Ryker!” she calls out as our pace quickens.
I pop my feet flat on the bed, knees cocked up, and meet her each and every time. Her body falls to me, lips attaching to mine as she kisses and tries to breathe at the same time.
Wrapping my arms tightly around her back, I still her movements, taking her lips. I
violently thrust my hips repeatedly, squeezing my ass muscles, trying to make my cock penetrate further.
Holding her immobile, her lips fall from mine as she moves her face to my neck. I continue to hammer into her.
Austyn’s wetness is heard throughout the room, along with her pants, mewls, and cries.
Her pussy walls contract around my cock, making the slide in and out more difficult but so much better.
“Ryker!” she screams loud enough to shake the walls of the room. Only then do I allow my cock to burst inside her. The muscles in my abs jump with each squirt of my release until everything is spent.
Austyn’s body relaxes into mine, her breathing matching my very own. Sweat coats both our skin. I reach up, cradling the back of her neck, and pull her lips to mine.
This is exactly what I want to wake up to every fucking morning of my life.
Yes, I’m ruined.
“You’re going to cook?” Austyn asks with a genuine smile on her face. One I’ve been getting a lot of since our excursion the other day. Each time she gives me one is a gift. Ones I take greedily.
Pulling out a pot and setting it on the stove, I tell her, “Yep. The one thing I remember from my mother’s cooking is hamburger, peppers, and cheese. You can’t go wrong with it.”
She leans against the doorframe, happiness radiating from her. “Sounds good. Do you want help?”
“Sure. Chop up the peppers.”
She enters the kitchen, stopping next to me, and we spend the next few hours cooking, eating, and laughing.
There’s a fight in her eyes that she tries to hide. One that wants to let everything go, yet she still finds herself holding back. Lately, though, she’s been able to let loose and be with me. That’s another one of her gifts, only making me love her more.
My cell rings, the screen reading, Mom calling.
I lean down to Austyn. “Gotta take this.”
She moves off my lap and sits up on the couch. Then I make my way to the balcony with the door open and light a smoke.
“Yeah?”
“Matthew?” The voice is hushed, so much so I can’t make out who it is.