by Dani Wyatt
He told me the minute he saw me six years ago, he knew I was his.
I felt it, too. But I was too young to understand my feelings. Now, I knew there was nowhere in the world I wanted to be except next to Ryder.
Chapter Nine
Ryder
Chloe is trying to kill me.
Last night, Baby wiggled her ass on my cock until I lost my fucking mind.
The first time with her was going to be perfect.
I hadn’t been with a woman in more time than I liked, but my babygirl was worth every stroke of my own hand, rubbing my load out.
The only pussy I’d ever want again was hers.
I used to love getting my dick taken care of, and it came pretty easy to me, too. But when I saw Chloe for the first time, something changed in me. It was a gradual evolution. But before I knew it, there was no other pussy on the planet that I wanted.
Maybe I’m some aberration, but I couldn’t get my head behind fucking anymore. A dog like me, whipped by a girl he didn’t even know he would ever have? If you’d told me when I was in high school, I wouldn’t have believed it, but it was true.
She was taking too long in the bathroom after her first spanking, but I wanted to give her space.
Last night, she had lain spread eagle across the entire fucking bed. She kicked the living hell out of me like a damn toddler. Stretching herself over onto my side, throwing her arms and legs until she was sideways across me.
I fucking loved every toss and turn. Having her in my bed was my own wet dream. Even if I didn’t get to stick my cock in her, it was still the highlight night of my life.
Well, I gave her a day to settle into this new life, to get used to how things were going to be between us from now on, and to adjust to being without her old family. The fucking wedding felt like a lifetime ago to me already, but I was aware of the reality – it had barely been more than a day. But today I had plans for us, and a few surprises up my sleeve for Baby.
My buddies would laugh their asses off if they knew I was planning the perfect day for my babygirl. Didn’t every girl dream of a guy that worked hard to make her first time perfect?
All the romance, the love, the commitment—all of it, wrapped up in soft white satin and bows? I was considering putting a bow on my cock for her. After all, it was hers already. She just needed to be clued in on its proper functionality. I intended to demonstrate it to her for the next hundred years or so.
I tiptoed out of the master bedroom and down the stairs. The house was way bigger than what I needed right now, but I knew we’d soon need to have bunk beds in every one of the four bedrooms.
I smiled. What would be sexier than my girl? My girl with my baby in her belly.
I was ready to start on that mission.
As I came down the stairs, it felt like Christmas. I had what I wanted in my bedroom, and now it was time to set my plans in motion.
In the downstairs guest bedroom, I had presents wrapped and waiting for Chloe. And in a few hours, I planned on sinking into that sugary pussy with my fingers, tongue, and finally my dick, and I had no idea if I’d ever want to leave.
My cock lurched to attention.
Chloe would belong to me like she could never fathom. I would lead us to something and somewhere neither of us imagined.
My mouth was watering, thinking about the taste of her pussy. I was obsessed. When she came and juiced in my mouth, I entered another realm of my consciousness. It was unlike anything I’d felt before. I could only imagine what kind of life changes she was going to bring on me when she took my cock inside.
Fuck. Get a damn grip, man.
I shook my head and chuckled at myself as I walked toward the kitchen. I was barefoot, wearing my desert camo pants—commando—and a loose cotton shirt. It was fucking good to be home.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it.
I reached into the cabinet for coffee, and got a pot started.
I got it set, pushed the button, and listened to the soft gurgling of the water as it heated. Since I’d come home, I’d noticed the beauty of small things. The sound of coffee brewing was fairly fucking awesome—a great improvement to hearing gunshots within a couple of feet of me.
I dragged my hand out from the side pocket of my pants with the phone in my palm, reminding myself to get Chloe a brand new one as soon as I got chance to go to the store. Resting my hip on the island countertop, I looked out the big bay window that made up one wall of the kitchen.
As soon as I flipped my phone over, my utopia took a hit.
There was a picture of Trix. She looked like a tweaker gone about three years past her expiration date. She was giving me the middle finger salute, and in her free hand, she was holding up a cardboard sign, scribbled with the too-red-for-her-complexion lipstick.
“Say hello 2 Chloe 4 me.”
While I grimaced at my bad luck at having to see Trix’s face so early in the morning, a text came through.
2 can play your littel game Ryder. U crossd the wrong peeple.
Another text.
Yewl cum crawling back 2 me.
And another text.
Yewl b sorry u picked the littel cow—
I closed the text. I’d read enough. I was not going to read that bullshit and fucking ruin my new life with Chloe. I tossed my phone across the massive black granite top of the island in the center of the room, and it skidded to a halt just before it tipped over the edge.
“Fucking trash.” I seethed.
I had plans in place to make Trix, Edgar, and Janice’s lives less than convenient.
Maybe, Chloe and I should pack up and settle somewhere far away from here.
But there was another woman in my life—Nanna. I couldn’t just leave her behind.
I pushed away from the counter and closer to the coffee maker. Grabbing a mug from the cabinet, I poured the steaming liquid to the brim and savored that first sip. The sun was high up in the sky and its magnificence reminded me of my babygirl. God, she was a star and I orbited around her.
I walked across the cool travertine floor, onto the smooth warmer wood of the hallway and down to my office. I had some emails to send, and some hidden treasures to bring out to start the day.
My cock was already awake and anticipating the moment it would burrow its path into Baby. I considered stroking one off quickly to take the edge off, but decided against it.
Today was the first day of the rest of my life. Spilling my seed anywhere but inside Chloe or on Chloe would be almost blasphemous.
In my office, I flipped on the lights and adjusted the dimmer to get the most out of the sunlight. It filtered abundantly inside through the back wall made of windows. The house took maximum advantage of the lake view; every room had a view to die for, and the glow across the water made me want to go upstairs and bring her here.
Chloe had turned me half-pussy, and I wasn’t embarrassed to admit it.
I opened my computer while I sipped at my coffee, then tapped out a few messages. There was business that needed my attention, my newfound means giving me the opportunity to do things I’d always dreamed of. It was early days, but so far things were working out. Once I was done, I set my mug down on the edge of the desk and took a few steps across the Turkish rug. Then, reaching for the two large doors of the closet, I swung them open and admired the stack of presents lying in wait for my princess. Each one was wrapped in glossy white paper with a pink satin ribbon on top.
Nanna had worked hard on the wrapping.
I was going to start the day with the biggest package, then work my way down in size.
Whoever said giving is better than receiving was right on the fucking mark. I could think of a million things that I wanted to give Chloe. Fucking crazy how I morphed into my real role when I found the one.
I stared inside the closet, restacking the gifts while I thought about where I was going to hide them throughout the house.
Then, for the next half hour, I drank two more cups of coffee while tiptoe
ing around and placing the presents in every room I intended to take my Baby.
As I made my way back to the office to grab the final box, I had the stupidest big grin plastered on my face. I wanted to hide this one extra special package in the kitchen, where I could retrieve it after I cooked her a special meal, and make the day complete. I headed for the kitchen, hoping once it was in place I could sneak out and run a few errands for Nanna before Chloe even knew I was gone.
I couldn’t stop grinning and chuckling to myself.
Soon, Chloe would be completely mine. In every way.
I turned the corner into the kitchen, and jumped like a bomb exploded next to me.
My girl stood next to the granite island, wearing her white nighty. She looked like she’d seen ten kinds of ghosts as she held my phone in her hand.
“Ryder...” Her eyes lifted to mine, wide like a doe in headlights. “I can’t stay.”
Chapter Ten
Chloe
Ryder’s brows snapped together at my announcement. If I didn’t know him, I’d think he was in shock.
“Ryder?”
He shook his head, as if to clear it. “What did you just say?”
My lower lip trembled, and I bit into it so it would stop. I wished I wasn’t so scared, but I could feel my body trying to curl up into a ball, my shoulders scrunching together, my legs growing weak.
I’d lived a lifetime fending for myself and worrying about me, because there was no one else willing to take on that job. And now, it was just nature.
“I’m scared, Ryder.”
“Aaah. Baby girl. We talked about this. You don’t have to be scare-” His eyes dropped to the phone in my hand. His jaw clenched. “Is that why you think you can’t stay? Because you’re scared of me?”
“I'm not...I'm not scared of you.”
I thought he’d smile, but I was mistaken. The tension in the kitchen was dense enough to slice with a blunt knife.
I shook my head. “I really can’t stay. Not like this.”
A muscle began to pulse spasmodically in his hard jaw. I fought the urge to reach out and stroke some warmth into it. Instead, I looked down at the phone in my hand.
“These messages. These vile things...”
“They’re not your problem anymore.”
“But they’re my parents and that is my sister. It’s my responsibili—”
“We talked about this, Chloe. You need some time, but you’ll get over it. Your family does not give a flying fuck about whether you’re okay or not. And it’s only fair that you fucking return the favor.”
I dropped the phone on the kitchen island and tentatively pushed it over toward Ryder. But he didn’t even glance down. His eyes bored holes into mine. It was like his gaze pinned me into place. The deep blue turning stormy and intense.
“I thought this is the life you wanted.”
“I did. I do.”
“This is how it works, babygirl. When you’re in, you’re in. We have a commitment, and you can’t keep reneging on it. It’s done. It’s made.”
“I'm not saying I don’t want to be with you. I'm saying there has to be a way for us all to coexist.”
“You want to coexist with that sick fuck who sneaked into your bedroom at night when you were ten years old?”
My cheeks flamed. He had a point. But I’d gotten over that a long time ago. I mean, I’d had to. I lived with that man and he was my father. He was the only male presence I had in my life, for a very long time. I didn’t know any better. So that was the father I had loved and cared for.
I gasped as inspiration struck. “I have a plan.”
“Babygirl...” He walked around the kitchen island and a thrill ran through me. His strong muscular body towered over mine. I felt tiny and vulnerable, yet so amazingly safe in the world. And I wanted to leave this behind?
Just for a while.
“They’ll understand. I’ll talk to them. I’ll make them see reason—”
He grimaced. “Do you recall the people you’re talking about? What you’ll find is them passed out in their own puke after they drank themselves into a stupor last night. You want to go and have a rational conversation?”
“I’ll only visit for a few minutes. You’ll see. It will work.”
“No.”
One word. So final.
“Ryder, please.”
“Don’t test me, Baby.”
The gentle words contained a thinly veiled warning, and they made my pussy clench and burn. I remembered the hot spanking that left my ass raw. I remembered pretty clearly that I still couldn’t sit in a chair or lay in bed without wincing at the throbbing beacon that had replaced my ass. I had the imprint of five clear fingers on my ass to prove my punishment, along with a pretty decent large palm stamped into my flesh that reminded me of how strong Ryder was.
If his punishment made me feel like the sexiest being on earth, I wanted to be punished. But what happened when I challenged him on something more serious? What would the punishment be like?
It didn’t matter, clearly. Because my breasts began to ache for the familiar feeling of his short fingernails cutting into them.
“Just give me a chance. I’ll find a way to explain to them how they can help themselves.”
“I don’t see that happening.” His hands cupped my face and I shivered, a moan escaping my lips as his mouth stopped an inch from mine. His words were a warm rustle of breath over my lips, minty with a hint of acrid coffee. Oh, the torment. I drank it in.
“You need to let it go. Let them go. They’re the past. That trailer trash is good for nothing. You deserve so much better, babygirl. You deserve a life of luxury and happiness and attention. They don’t deserve my princess.”
My words were lost for a while. His lower body crushed mine and I grabbed onto the marble counter that dug into my ass from behind, sliding against it and lifting myself into him. Ryder’s lips never took mine, but he breathed on my mouth.
And then I realized what was happening. That was my punishment. Not being able to taste him. Not feeling his tongue tangling with mine or his sharp teeth cutting into my bottom lip.
I leaned forward to steal the kiss, but he was too fast. I underestimated Ryder. With a groan, he gripped my throat in his right hand and held me in place. His head swayed sideways slowly.
“Don’t.” The one word was tinged with agony. As much as he tormented me, he tormented himself more. His tongue flicked out to glide wetly over my parted lips.
“Oh.” My tongue reached for his and missed. My mind was foggy with confusion. I didn’t know what was going on, but I was totally under his spell. In that moment, I couldn’t make sense of anything, but I was vividly, extremely aware of his body, and the scent of his arousal lingering in the air.
His cock ground against me. He pumped against my belly, branding me with his hot shape.
“Have I convinced you yet? Do you want your Daddy’s kisses? Do you want his cock up your little pussy tonight?”
“Ryder...”
“Or do you want to pay a visit to that trailer trash that made your life a fucking hell on earth?”
A sob escaped my chest as he released me, stepping away, his mouth out of my reach.
“You decide. But know this, when they hurt you, they hurt me.”
That was an ultimatum. He didn’t want to give them a chance. Ryder hated those people I had inherited as family.
He had known about all the torture and abuse for years, and had seen what they were like before that. He admitted that he had spent his SEAL training in absolute agony, knowing I was all alone and unprotected with my family. He couldn't bear the thought of me going back to see them.
Ryder had broken me out of prison. But how could I leave that life behind? I’d lived with it all for so long, I wasn’t really sure where I stood without it.
His blue eyes challenged me, waiting for me to choose.
“There’s nothing to think about anymore.” I reached for his shirt and clut
ched a handful, burying my face into his chest as he stroked the back of my head.
I chose him. Oh, God, I’d always choose Ryder. With him, I’d seen love like I’d never known. With him, I’d seen what it was like to be heard. I could gasp and Ryder would break through mountains to come and check on me.
It was only with Ryder that I meant something.
“I wanted to try, just once, Ryder.” My hand tightened around the phone and I pushed it away across the kitchen counter. The threats, the ugly accusations, the hatred Trix and my parents had poured into those texts.
I couldn’t give up. “I wanted to fix it all. If only I had one chance.”
His jaw clenched.
“Daddy?”
A growl reverberated in the kitchen. The hard shape of his engorged cock, that was stuck sideways down the left leg of his trousers, visibly jerked. “Yes, babygirl?”
“Daddy, think about it. Once I tell them you’re ready to let them live at the park, they’ll stop hating me. This constant trash talking and threats will be over. You and I will be free to live our lives happily, and you’ll be able to focus on your career without worrying what next vindictive shit they’ll pull to try to get back at you.”
“No.”
I closed my eyes. He wasn’t hearing me, not really. Trix, Mom, Dad—they didn’t exist for him anymore. But it wasn’t the same for me. It didn’t matter that Trix was a nightmare of a sister that had never really cared for me, who in fact made me feel like a worthless scrap pair of shoes that had soles worn down and nobody wanted.
It was true that my mother had never been anything close to the comforting cocoon of a mom that my friends had. It was true that my father...tried to do unspeakable things to me and almost succeeded.
But they were all the family I had. I felt lost. Like a child. And they were the only stability I knew—even if it was the most fucked-up version of stability the world had ever seen.
“You’ve got to get this out of your head. You have got to let them go.”
“How are we ever going to be able to enjoy what's coming in our life together, when I’m always tormented, knowing my family’s starving on the streets, knowing they hate me and blame me for what’s happened to them?”