“No one should have to go through that. I know that your past shapes you into who you are today but you’re such a strong woman, Payton. You don’t have to be scared of getting close to me, I’m here for you.”
I wasn’t the best with consoling and hoped my words along with my actions were sufficient to make her feel better.
“They died in a car accident when I was thirteen. After that, the only person I really let in was Chloe. She’s been there since I was seven and she’s my rock. Everyone else was short term. It’s become instinct to walk away when I started feeling things for a guy. This is why Vegas worked for me. I had a natural reason to walk away and it didn’t make me feel like I was doing something wrong.”
I wasn’t quite sure what to say to her last admission. The hand she’d been dealt was unfortunate and I was surprised she was still standing through it all. I made a silent promise to make her feel safe and loved from that point on. With that being said, I needed to figure out who was sending her those letters.
Chapter 13
Payton
I still couldn’t believe I told him about my past. Chloe knew not to bring it up and those who knew me knew nothing about my fucked up family history. A few friends had questioned me before but I was quick at making up fairytale stories of my happily married parents who lived on the East Coast and retired to travel around the world. It was just enough for them to shut up and not ask again. With Ryder, though, I openly gave him information and I wanted to.
He brought out such intense emotions in me that I was constantly reminding myself not to run. My brain was hardwired to revolt when people got close and he was sounding off all the alarms.
I lay in his bed, his scent surrounding me, and I felt content and peaceful. His steady breathing told me he was sound asleep, his arms still wrapped protectively around my waist, and his erection pressed firmly against my ass. My mind was too busy to sleep but I didn’t mind staying enveloped by his arm, and now leg, that were draped over me.
I awoke to feather-light touches down my arm and a warm, solid body behind me. Grinning, I tried to feign sleep but I had been caught. I wasn’t ready for him to get up yet.
“You’re pretty damn adorable when you sleep, Payton, even with your tiny snore. How about we make breakfast together? I can make a mean omelet.” He maneuvered himself over me, biceps bulging as he hovered, planting sweet kisses over my neck and chest.
“I know how to make crepes. Or bacon? Sorry, I don’t cook too much but I know the crepe recipe by heart. Mom and I used to make it every Saturday.” His glance went from curious to hopeful in an instant and it felt good to have him relish in my opening up to him, even if it was only about a childhood memory.
“I would love nothing more than to have crepes, bacon, and an omelet, babe. Hop up!” He lifted himself off me and I missed the heat that radiated off his sexy body. I decided to add licking the ridges of his abs to my bucket list that I had just created in my head. With a swat to my ass, I was jolted from the bed, slid on a pair of shorts and tank top that I had packed, and followed behind him to the kitchen. The view of his ass would never get old.
He was at home in the kitchen. I couldn’t help but watch as he got out prep bowls and cutting boards, along with fresh spinach, some kind of fancy cheese, peppers, onions, and ham out of the fridge. If he were to look in my fridge, he would find take out boxes, deli meat, and leftover pasta. Of the few dishes I knew how to prepare, I did them well and often. Pasta with Vodka Sauce and Italian sausage was my favorite and I normally had some in my fridge from the last time I made up a batch.
He handed me a mixing bowl, showed me where the flour was, and I got to work. “Hey, Ryder? Would you by chance have Nutella here? It’s the best thing to put on these, with a little bit of powdered sugar to top it off.”
“I actually do. I sometimes watch my friend’s kid and she loves that stuff. It’s the only thing I keep readily available that isn’t solely for me. Middle shelf in the pantry; think eye level for a six year old.”
We went about cooking breakfast like we’d been together for years. I wasn’t expecting such mundane tasks like making breakfast or getting ready for the day to be so intimate yet comforting. I could get used to it.
After setting all the food down at the table, he brought us each a glass of orange juice and settled in across from me. “What are your plans for today? I only have to run into work for a meeting at noon but it’ll be quick. Want to head up to Palm Springs for the night? We could also do a movie or walk around and do some shopping.”
“Actually, I want to write. I was thinking about heading to Manhattan Beach, lying out on the sand with a notepad, and getting lost in the beauty before me.”
“If you wanted to look at beauty for inspiration, I totally would have posed nude for you, baby. Is it another dirty book?” I gave him the angriest look I could muster but failed miserably since my brain automatically started thinking of him posing on his bed naked. The man made me constantly horny.
“Uhh, I’ll take my chances at the beach. I’ll be home in the afternoon. Go to work!”
As I finished off my orange juice, I felt his foot slide up in between my legs and I jumped in surprise, successfully spilling what was left of my drink over the table and on my plate.
“Oops. Guess you’re done with breakfast. I think if my memory serves me right, I was a little selfish last night and need to repay you.” Ryder stood, moved up beside me and cradled me in his arms with one arm under my back and the other under my knees. I kicked and giggled but was perfectly accepting of what was to come. He bent down when we came to a stop outside a door to a room never been in before and I was curious what was inside.
Upon twisting the handle, I was able to see an elaborate home gym that he’d never mentioned before. One wall was all mirrors and the equipment was top of the line. He had an elliptical, a weight machine, free weights, and a treadmill conveniently showcased around the room and each of the three other walls had mounted flat screen TV’s for his viewing pleasure.
“Why do you have all this if you go to a normal gym?” I was impressed and had the urge to try out the elliptical later on while he was gone. It’d been too long since I’d worked out and I could use the cardio.
“I like to come in here when I don’t have time to head to the gym. I can knock out an hour in here before or after work and not have to spend the time driving to and from the gym. Makes it easy.”
He walked a few more feet and sat me on a large red yoga ball. Steadying myself, I looked up at him in wonder.
“So are we…?”
“Take your shorts off and spread your legs. Turn toward the mirror, sweet girl.” He watched my every movement and I could see him hardening under his boxers.
I was too aroused to protest and quickly stood to slide my shorts off and sat back down on the firm yoga ball. Looking to him for more instructions, I imagined him taking me right there on the ball. That would be fun.
“Touch yourself, Payton. Put two fingers in your pussy and bring them back up to coat yourself with your wetness.” I did as asked and was getting wildly turned on by his demands. “Good girl, now use your other hand to rub your clit in slow circles.” He had freed his erection from his boxers and was now touching himself as he watched.
We watched each other, never taking our eyes off the show before us. Every moan, every grunt, every sigh turned us on more and I was close to climaxing.
“Taste yourself, sweet girl. Bring your fingers up and see how tangy and sweet you are.” Hesitantly obliging, I brought my fingers up and licked one finger to try it but soon found myself sucking each finger clean. His groans showed his appreciation, and if I was being honest, it didn’t taste so bad. Sure, it was tangy like he said but it had a hint of sweetness to it also.
Before I could slide my fingers back inside myself, Ryder was hovering over me and grabbing hold of my ankles.
“I’ve got you. Don’t fight the swaying of the ball.” He lifted my le
gs high in the air and moved me so that I was lying down on the ball with my head toward the ground. He thrust his cock inside me and the ball swayed back before swinging forward. I lifted forward to watch him plunge into me over and over again but quickly lay back down to enjoy the feeling of his hardness filling me to the hilt, propelling himself as far as he could. He fucked me with little abandon as the deep penetration brought us both to a quick orgasm.
Breathing heavily, he murmured, “Does that help make up for last night?”
I couldn’t move but quietly replied, “I think so. Holy shit, that was unreal. How have you not mentioned how amazing yoga ball sex was before?”
Ryder languorously placed a kiss on my lips before sliding out of me and helping me upright. My legs were wobbly and it felt weird being on solid ground again. Sex was always exciting with Ryder and I hoped to never grow tired of it.
*****
The next two weeks were similar. We’d wake up together, make some sort of smoothie or light breakfast, and head our separate ways. After a few days at the beach, I moved my work inside to his living room where he had the fluffiest, most comfortable recliner that could easily fit both of us side by side. I would set a goal of how many words I wanted to get written that day but usually went over that number since I was so enraptured with the story.
I decided to write about a guy whose sister passed away from a skiing accident and found solace with her former roommate and sorority sister. The male character had stopped by to start going through his sister’s belongings and the roommate was home, going through the same pain. They formed a special bond that turned into love but not before dealing with the anger and pain that they dealt with daily. I had the first six chapters written and kept thinking of new twists that I could write into the storyline.
Getting those pained emotions on paper was a stress reliever for me and I saw just how similar I was to the character I had written. I felt alone and left behind. Having someone show you that you’re not alone, that they truly care about you, can change a person. Seeing that change was what inspired me to keep writing. As the chapters progressed, you saw a lost soul find his way to happiness again and the path he took was full of new experiences with a person who wants to be with him. Of course, there was lots of flirting and sex. It was what I knew.
Every afternoon I’d come back to Ryder’s place, usually an hour or two before he got home. Sometimes I would take a nap or shower, while other days I would run to the market and grab food for us to make for dinner. He was slowly helping me learn my way around the kitchen and he seemed to enjoy the teacher role.
As we ate our steak au poivre and talked about our day, I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was for Ryder to give me a chance. He truly was too good for me. He was a kind-hearted and determined man who worked hard for what he wanted.
“I love that you’re becoming all domesticated. You didn’t even get scared when you flambéed the sauce tonight. I’d definitely call that progress.” Ryder leaned over the table and placed a loving, delectable kiss on my lips, followed by an adorable wink.
“Does that mean I get a reward? Oh, can I pick? Please?!” We were still in the honeymoon phase and Ryder had made it his mission to have his way with me in the most random of locations. I felt like it was more of a scavenger hunt of places to fuck and it got me hot just thinking about it.
“Go for it, babe. Your rewards are usually just as rewarding for me.” Seeing him happy made me feel all sorts of funny inside. I was still not used to the whole dating thing.
“I was thinking of a run around the park down the street. It’s got such luscious trees and is beautiful when lit up at night. You up for it?”
He pretended to think over my suggestion for a few seconds before nodding and heading to his bedroom. I set our dishes in the dishwasher and followed behind, stopping abruptly when I saw him in his black sliders and nothing else. He was looking for a shirt to put on and the view of his ass alone made me want to ditch the park and take him to bed.
He was all muscle but he had a sexy bubble butt for a man. Feeling his hard muscles all over his body was amazing, but when my hands got to his firm and juicy backside, I couldn’t help but give a firm squeeze and occasional spank.
The run could wait, my wet pussy couldn’t. Tiptoeing closer to him, I wrapped my arms around his hips and slowly started massaging his taught abs, softly stroking the trail of hair running down from his belly and disappearing under the waistband of his shorts. There was something so sensual about running my hands downward along the soft trail that I knew led to the peak of his excitement. Feeling him hardened in my hands would never get old. Knowing I was the reason for his arousal was such a turn on. His soft moan only increased my desire and made my nipples so hard and needy that I pressed them up against his back so he could feel how much he was affecting me, too.
I ran my tongue along his shoulder blade while I rubbed his now rock hard cock over the material. The sliders were constricting and couldn’t be comfortable while sporting a hard-on. My hands gracefully slid the fabric over his package and stopped once they were resting on his muscular thighs.
“Let me help you get a little more comfortable.”
“Mmm, Payton, have you changed your mind about your reward? Reneges come at a price, baby.”
“Well, in that case, if I wanted to change my reward to fucking your brains out on your balcony, what would the price be?” He twisted around to face me, his erection hitting me in the belly, and the devilish grin on his face told me he already had something specific in mind. Although we hadn’t ventured away from plain vanilla sex, I knew he was creative and wanted to stretch the limits on how far he could push my ‘Reece naughty girl persona’. The thought of giving him control and willingly submitting to his every demand had me pulsing with need.
I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I trusted that he would make it an enjoyable experience, so I went with it.
“Strip your clothes for me, baby.” He finished removing his sliders and was now completely naked and moving to sit on a chair near the window. “Nice and slow for me, Payton. I know you’ve done this before.”
I could see him wince as soon as the words came out of his mouth and couldn’t help but wonder if my past bothered him. I let it go for the moment, but I knew it wouldn’t be the last time it would be brought up.
Trying to be sexy, I started shaking my hips as I slid my shirt over my head and turned around before I started with my bra. I unclasped the hooks, pushed both straps off my shoulders, but kept my arm against my chest. He was wrong about my previous striptease experience and I had my doubts on how sexy it was for him.
With my back turned, it gave me a little more confidence since I didn’t have to see his handsome face. My shorts were next to come off and after giving a slight tease by showing my butt to him, they fell to the floor, pooling around my feet. Stepping out of them, moving closer to Ryder, I bent completely over as I pulled my thong over my cheeks and slowly down my legs, hoping to give a nice view of what he would get later. His hands were suddenly grasping my ass and massaging wonderfully. I couldn’t help but lean into his touch. He pulled my hips down until I was sitting in his lap, skin against skin, no barriers between us. I smiled in delight as I felt him grinding himself against my slippery core.
“Balcony, now. Turn facing the city and wait for me.” He gave a soft nudge and I was excited and anxious about what was to come, besides us.
I did as I was told and waited what felt like hours for him to find me. He was high enough not to be easily seen, but there was another building across from him that had windows and balconies facing us. There was an absolute possibility of being seen by someone over there.
I felt his presence before I felt his body. One of his silky ties was being wrapped around my eyes before he bent me over the ledge. His balcony had a cast stone ledge that was probably a foot thick and gave me something smooth to rest my chest on. It wouldn’t feel so nice against my skin if he took t
hings on the rough side.
His fingers tested my readiness, sliding one at a time into my tightness, and soon I was slowly welcoming two more fingers. I was dripping with arousal and bit my lip to keep from moaning. It wasn’t our first time fucking in public but it was the first time we could more than likely be seen. Not being able to see anything made all my other senses heightened and his slightest movement had me on edge. I tried guessing what his next move would be but with Ryder, he was an outside-the-box thinker when it came to sex.
Sliding his fingers out of my pussy, I hoped I would feel his cock taking their place but instead, his fingers found my mouth. I opened without question, sucking his fingers dry while thinking to myself how weird it was to taste myself even though I had done it once before.
Ryder grabbed onto my right thigh and positioned himself at my entrance, as if he was deciding what to do. “Your chest comfortable against the ledge, babe?”
I nodded in response, unsure why he was asking when he should have been fucking.
“Good girl, now grip onto the inside edge with both hands.” I started to turn to look at him but his voice halted my movement, “Now, Payton. Don’t let go, whatever you do. Say ‘bubblegum’ if you start to feel unstable.”
Before I could process what he meant by using a safe word, he thrust himself inside of me and stilled once again. My right leg was against his hip as he reached with his left hand and grabbed onto my left thigh. I was now suspended by the waist by his hands and holding on to the ledge for dear life. He began pounding into me with a steady rocking motion, rubbing the skin on my chest raw with each thrust.
A surge of adrenaline rushed through me with the fear of falling along with being seen like that. I came hard and a scream ripped through my body, taking me by surprise. His deep moan made me quiver and soon I was close again. The second orgasm began coursing through me as he relentlessly kept plunging into me with power and determination. His vice-like grip on my hips made me feel safe enough to never even think about saying ‘bubblegum’.
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