“I’m so sorry, son.”
I can’t say anything because I have no fucking idea what I should say. I lean forward, kissing her lightly on the forehead before racing upstairs.
Kailee
I sit beside Stella, comforting her. What a mess. What a god-awful mess.
“You’d better go see how he is.” She taps my leg lightly.
“But how are you?” I question, the stains from where her tears have fallen have drawn lines down her face.
“I came to terms with what happened a long time ago, Kailee. But right now, Ryder has to do the same, and something tells me he’ll find that easier with you by his side.” She shows me a sad smile, creases appearing around her mouth when she does. I can’t help but study her face; the boys look a lot like her.
“Are you sure?” I ask, worried to leave her alone.
“Get outta here,” she jokes. “This old girl needs a cigarette.”
I smile, gently squeezing her hand before heading up the stairs. I have no idea where I will find him or which room he will be in. As I reach the top of the stairs, I call his name, waiting for a reply.
“In here,” I hear him call out. I follow the sound of his voice which leads me to the door right at the end of the hall. I push carefully on the door to see Ryder laid out on the bed.
“Hey,” I say, sliding down beside him on the bed. He rests up on his elbows, his eyes scraping over my body.
“I’m sorry about everything.” He sighs loudly. “Fuck, someone like you shouldn’t have to deal with this level of bullshit. I wish to fucking God I’d stepped in early and claimed you as mine before Jax had a chance to get his claws into you.” His face is contorted; his eyebrows drawn together and creases on his forehead.
“We can’t change the past, Ryder. We have to live for the here and now. Make the most of every moment. I know a lot has happened, but the one thing I’m thankful for is you. That when all those bad things happened, they led me to the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.”
Reaching out, he wraps his hand around my arm, pulling me to him. I fall beside him on the bed, his head turning, and his eyes meet mine. I pause, searching his face for some indication of how he feels. The sparkling green of his eyes is glazed as if full of wanting and desire. He leans forward, grazing his lips over mine, and the second he does, a tingle of excitement waves through my body.
“I think that’s possibly the nicest fucking thing anyone has ever said to me,” he breathes against my lips.
“Do you want to talk about what happened with your mom just now?”
“Not in the slightest,” he murmurs, before swiftly pulling me until I’m positioned on top of him. I rest my knees on either side of his body. Sitting upright, I remove the loose strands of hair that have fallen over my face.
“I’m here to help,” I say sincerely.
“The only thing that would help me right now is to bury my cock deep in that delicious fucking pussy of yours,” he growls, thrusting his hips upward, hitting me right in the core. I let out a little yelp, and the smirk on his face spreads. My cheeks heat, but I can’t deny how much hearing him talk this way turns me on. I stare at him, not knowing what my next move should be. And then, without thinking, I reach for the hem of my top and pull it over my head. Ryder’s eyes are wide and full of desire. Wrapping a hand behind my head, he grabs a handful of my hair and drags my mouth to his. He kisses me wildly; everything about the kiss is demanding. He controls me with the simplest of touches as his tongue works into my mouth, deepening the kiss. The intensity kick starts my heart rate to a gallop. His free hand skims across my arm before resting on my breast. Hooking a finger into my bra, he pulls it down, releasing my breast then squeezing and caressing gently. A small moan escapes me as he works over my already tender nipple. I can’t help but rock my body, his cock digging right into my sweet spot.
“Keep fucking riding like that, Pip, and I’m not sure I am going to be able to control myself.” His voice is a hazy whisper, but I don’t stop. Ryder pushes himself up and pushes me off his knees. I let out a yelp as my back falls flat against the bed, my red hair splayed out all around me. Suddenly, he grabs my ankles, dragging me until I’m positioned at the end of the bed. Reaching into the drawer, I watch as he pulls out a pair of handcuffs. I gasp a little, excitement and nerves ripple through my body, and the wetness intensifies between my legs. He holds the cuffs just in front of my face.
“Let’s play a little game,” he says, sticking out the tip of his tongue.
“Uh, I’m… uh, not sure about this,” I try to explain, but his heavy hand lands on my mouth, covering it completely.
“Shhh. Trust me; I ain’t gonna hurt you, Pip. In fact, I think you’re really going to like this.”
I shudder in uncertainty, but at the same time, I’m turned on. Not knowing what his next move will be and wondering where his hands will land is so damn hot. One look at his muscular, Adonis-like stature would make any girl weak at the knees. And right now, my knees are as weak as they’ve ever been. He pulls one hand out in front of me, clasping the cuff around my wrist. Adjusting my body, he moves my arms above my head, wrapping the chain of the cuffs around the metal frame of the bed. Clasping the second cuff on my free hand, I find myself bound to the bed. I pull lightly, realizing that I’m going nowhere. As if he sees the panic written on my face, he lifts his brows ever so slightly before mouthing, “Trust me.” I gulp down the nervous lump in my throat.
Kissing me lightly, he works down my neck to my breasts, alternating between kissing and sucking. The heat of his mouth against me causes goose bumps to cover my body as it sears against my cold skin.
I let out a contented moan, the throbbing between my legs multiplying. I let my head drop back, sucking in a deep breath as he kisses all the way down my body to the waistband of my pants. In one swift movement, he removes the rest of my clothes. Without a second’s pause, he continues to place searing kisses over my stomach and down to the inside of my leg. I shudder, feeling the wetness grow the closer he gets. He cups my sex, rubbing his hand back and forth.
“So fucking wet for me, Pip,” he moans as he works inside my folds. His finger finds my clit, and I cry out as my body copes with his assault. He massages my clit repeatedly, the pressure building quickly, and I’m scared I will explode. Not yet. I need more of him. He slides his fingers inside me, and I know he feels it, too. He lets out a groan before pushing my legs further apart. He’s forceful and aggressive, and I love it. Before I know it, his mouth is on my sweet spot. The heat of his tongue breaks me apart one sensitive swipe at a time. I buck up in ecstasy as he laps and sucks, his fingers pumping in me. I clench my eyes shut as my body reacts to the contact. The hotness of his mouth against my sweet spot causes every muscle in my body to clench tightly. The tightening becomes more intense. It’s nearly too much to take.
“Stop,” I say breathlessly. “I’m going to come,” I choke out. My legs become weak, and my heart beats erratically. But Ryder doesn’t let up; he continues to work, swirling his tongue around my clit, licking and lapping until I can no longer hold on. The shockwaves of my orgasm cause me to arch my back, pulsating fireworks through every inch of my body. The pleasure and release fill every nerve.
“Oh god,” I cry out softly, my hands gripping the metal bedframe. He’s roughly kissing my center, his assertive touches moving to my legs and back to my stomach, making his way up until he finds my mouth. I kiss him, tasting myself, but I don’t care.
He kisses me deeper, and I gasp as he thrusts inside me unexpectedly; the feeling is so good against my throbbing sex. He stretches and fills me completely, his size causing an uncomfortable but rewarding pain. I bite the corner of my lip as my head drops back. I wrap my legs around him, my hips surging toward him as I try to deepen the connection. Each thrust feels better than the last. I hear him moan with satisfaction as he continues to pound and thrust relentlessly, each movement sending me closer to the edge. My desire once again gro
ws. I arch my back as the sensation becomes almost unbearable. Everything about this blows my mind.
I open my eyes for a second and am met with Ryder’s burning stare. I watch as his mouth curls a little, a smirk appearing. His thumb works my clit in a circular motion. He knows I’m close again, and I tighten around him. I can no longer hold on, and my orgasm takes over every inch of my body. My muscles tighten as I strain to work through the pulsating. The heat rushes through me, taking over all my senses. I writhe on the bed without an ounce of dignity. My chest heaves as the last of the throbs work through me, and my limbs become weak and lifeless.
Ryder grabs my weakened legs, pulling them until they rest over his shoulders. He thrusts harder, picking up his speed. The new position deepens the penetration. I yelp at the intensity of the contact as a new level of heat washes through me. It’s pleasure but borderlines on pain. His hold on my legs grows tighter. I flick my eyes up to look at his face. His features are narrowed as he screws up his face as if in pain. But it’s not really a sign of pain. As I feel him grow inside me, I know he’s about to find his release. His eyes widen before his head drops back.
“Fuck,” he growls, thrusting for the last time before he collapses on top of me. He reaches above my head, unlocking the binds around my wrist. I drop my arms around him, my heart still pounding in my chest. I stroke my hand through his hair, and for those few seconds, he doesn’t say anything and neither do I. My chest heaves as I try to catch the breath he just stole. I can’t quite believe what just happened and how amazing it felt being with him. Having that connection I never realized I was missing. I soak up his warmth, never wanting to part from the safety of his hold. I close my eyes, almost content enough to sleep. But the truth is I feel safe with him. I’d forgotten about today. About how it feels like the war has only just started. But here, with Ryder, it feels like I’ve won the war, whether it was truly over or not.
He lifts his body up, pulling me with him as he kneels on the side of the bed. I position myself on the edge of the bed. He reaches up, roughly grabbing my face to pull me to him for another kiss. As we part, slowing the kiss, he pulls in my bottom lip, biting and sucking it. It’s not hard or painful, but I can’t help but grin a little because I sure as hell like it.
“So fucking sexy,” he murmurs as he rests back on his knees. “And you don’t even know it. Pip, you drive me fucking wild.”
“Good,” I respond with a smirk. “Why on earth do you have a pair of handcuffs?” I raise my eyebrow at him.
“Good thing I did, though.” He laughs. “Did the job, didn’t it?” I drop my head as the wave of heat hits my cheeks, embarrassment taking over me.
Standing, he reaches for his clothes from the floor, quickly dressing. “Listen, I hate to do this, Pip, but I gotta go out. I have to speak with Jax before he does something stupid.”
“But — ”
“But nothing.” He cuts me off, his voice loud and authoritative. “I know him better than anyone. I know how calculated he is, and if this whole fucking situation has taught me anything, it’s that he’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants. I can’t afford to let that happen.”
I nod, pulling my bra on. “I understand.”
“I know it’s your birthday. And honestly, I feel like shit that the events of today have overshadowed it. But tomorrow,” he says with a huge smile. “Tomorrow, we celebrate your birthday. Just you, me, and my cock.” He chuckles. “I’m totally kidding about the cock,” he says, his face lighting up as he laughs deeply. “Unless that’s what you want to do on your birthday.” He presses a kiss to my cheek, one that nearly knocks me unsteady on my feet.
“I could drop you at your friend’s house, you know, on my way to the trailer park.”
“Shit.” I gasp. “It had totally slipped my mind. But, yeah, that would be awesome. I bet Cady and Lina have been so worried.”
I don’t have my phone. I’m not even sure what happened to it. “My cell phone was with the rest of my belongings. I wonder if Jax still has them?”
“I will get all your stuff. Don’t worry, Pip.”
“There is a brown box full of paperback books. Please, can you get those for me, you know, if you get a chance.”
“Sure thing.” He leans in kissing my forehead. “Meet you outside in ten.” He smiles before heading out the door and closing it behind him.
I quickly dress, and walk out into the hall, I try the doors to find the bathroom. As soon as I’m at the right door, I make my way inside. I look at my frazzled reflection and try to fix my hair. I turn on the tap, holding my hands under the cold flow of water. Splashing upward, I wet my face to freshen up. I turn to grab a towel and dry my face. I check in the mirror, and I might not look any better, but damn, I feel a whole lot fresher. I rub my fingers against my scalp, trying to put some life back into my limp hair. It works a little, so I smile at myself and take a deep breath before heading downstairs.
“Do you like your room, dear?” Stella asks as I step into the living room.
“It’s fine,” I reply. “You have a nice home.”
“I have Ryder to thank for that. He really takes care of me. I don’t know where I’d be without him,” she chokes out, the emotion affecting her voice. I rush over to her, kneeling in front of her as she holds her head in her hands. “Ryder is the one thing I know I got right,” she says, reaching out and taking my hand in hers. “I’ve lived a life full of mistakes, but I’m proud to say he’s my son.”
“He’s a good person. The best.”
“He really is,” she whispers, looking around her to check he’s not within hearing distance. “All the bad things he’s done, that he does, you have to know it’s for the right reasons. Dangerous and stupid, but he does it because he loves me, and he’s made paying my medical bills his priority. I wouldn’t have any of this if it wasn’t for him.” She wheezes, suddenly coughing.
“Are you okay?” Reaching around, I pat her back gently. Her back heaves as she takes in big breaths, slowly steadying the speed.
“I will be, my dear. You should go. I think he’s waiting for you.”
“Are you sure?” I ask with concern.
“Sure.” She shoots me a sad smile.
I nod, standing and saying my goodbyes. I make my way out the door and around to the car parked in the drive. I jump in.
“Buckle up, Pip,” he instructs, starting the engine. I do as he instructs, and we reverse from the driveway, making our way down his street. I tap my leg lightly.
“Your mom’s ill?” I ask, placing my hand over his as it rests on the gear stick.
He nods, never looking at me, his eyes fixed on the road. “Lung and heart disease,” he says in a monotone voice.
“I’m sorry,” I say, stroking the back of his hand. We sit in silence as we drive down one street then another. A few moments pass, and I soon realize where we are.
“Oh, this is Cady’s road,” I say excitedly, sitting up straight in my seat, and before I know it, we are pulling up outside her house. Ryder cuts the engine and swiftly exits the car. I release my belt, doing the same.
“I’m coming with you,” he instructs. “Just until I know you’re in there and safe,” he adds.
“Okay,” I say with a shrug, taking his hand in mine and intertwining our fingers. I make my way up the path, rapping my knuckles against the door. I stand gripping Ryder’s hand tightly, waiting for a response. My heart sinks a little, realizing that nobody is probably home. Ryder reaches forward to knock again when the door flies open unexpectedly.
“Kailee,” Cady shrieks. “Oh, my god, I was so worried. I couldn’t get a hold of you, and Lina hadn’t heard from you, and my mind’s been racing with all these crazy thoughts… Happy birthday, sweets!” Her words rush out, and she suddenly hurries forward, grabbing me and squeezing me tightly. I hug her back, leaning into her friendly embrace. She pulls back, one hand on the top of each arm; her eyes flit to Ryder and then back at me. “Uh… what’s going on here? W
hy are you holding hands with the crazy twin,” she blurts.
I giggle a little, watching as Ryder narrows his eyes at Cady. “It’s a long story,” I say with a little grimace.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Get your ass in here and spill,” she almost sings.
I step forward only for Ryder’s huge hands around my waist to halt me. He spins me on the spot, leaning down and kissing me on the lips. “I’ll come back for you.”
I turn to Cady. “I’m okay to stay here a little while, aren’t I?”
“Of course,” she says with a shriek of excitement. “We planned a slumber party, remember?”
“Oh.” I sigh, pulling on the top I have on. “I don’t have my things,” I explain.
“Hmm,” she purses her lips together.
“I think we might have to take a rain check on the whole slumber party thing.” I shoot her a sad smile.
“Here,” Ryder interjects, pushing his phone toward Cady’s hand. “Type your number in here; I’ll call when I’m on my way.” Cady takes the phone, adding in her number before passing it back to him.
“Good.” He smirks, taking the phone and pushing it back into his jeans pocket. He turns, making his way out of the door. “Laters, Pip. Oh” — he pauses momentarily, turning and facing me — “stay here. Do not fucking leave without me,” he commands, and I can’t help but roll my eyes. He rushes back over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me to him until my face is close to his. “I’m deadly fucking serious. Lock the door and stay here.” His eyes are narrowed and pinned on me.
“Sure,” I croak. He drops his head forward, quickly pressing his lips against mine before releasing his hold and dashing out the door.
“What the hell was that all about?” Cady asks, her face dressed with concern.
“You’re gonna want to sit down when you hear this story,” I warn. “But first, I could murder a can of soda or something.”
“Beer?” Her eyes light up, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Because we’re celebrating, right?”
The edge of forever: A Blackhearts twins novel (Book two) Page 8