by Lexie Davis
He kicked off his shoes. A week apart did nothing for them, apparently. He pulled off his shirt as he walked down the hall toward their bedroom. He didn’t want to fucking argue and fight so he didn’t say anything. After changing into shorts, he went back to the living room and plopped down on the couch.
“We were approved for a loan.” She joined him, taking the recliner. “It’s enough to get the house if we want it.”
“We haven’t even looked at it yet.”
“I have. While you were gone. Bryan and Riley went with me. They have some really great ideas for the extra rooms.”
“Who are Bryan and Riley?”
“People from work. Bryan is a resident in plastics. Riley is a respiratory tech.” She propped the footrest up. “I think they have a thing for each other, but I don’t know.”
He wasn’t sure what he thought about her hanging out with people she worked with. Ryker rubbed a hand over his tired face. “So we’re getting the house?”
“I was thinking about putting in an offer.”
He threw up his hands. “Fine.”
“Good.” She watched whatever was on TV.
“You had an accident and you didn’t even think to call me once this week? I called you like a hundred times and you didn’t answer.”
“Oh, so you were worried about me?”
“Yeah. I was.”
“Huh.” She narrowed her eyes. “Funny how that works.”
He shook his head. Standing, he left her in the living room. His temper was bad enough without being provoked. The mixture of her attitude and deliberately not calling him when she’d been in an accident pissed him off. Not to mention she went house shopping with people she just met.
He didn’t know what time he woke up, but Ella didn’t come to bed at all. That pissed him off too. He got up to find her and stopped when he saw her on the sofa, sleeping. She’d rather sleep on the fucking sofa than in the bed with him. He watched her for a minute, wondering what the hell they were even fighting over. She didn’t want to hug or kiss him. Barely even acknowledged his existence when he came in the door. He figured she was paying him back for him blowing up at her, but he didn’t think he deserved this.
He walked to the couch and lifted her into his arms. Ella woke and clutched his shoulder as he carried her to their room. She didn’t say anything as he laid her on the bed.
“Why are you still fighting with me?” He crawled on the bed next to her. “You’ve made your point. You worry. I worry. We both fucking worry about the other. I don’t think it’s fair for you not to talk to me all week when you were in an accident. You should have called me.”
“It was minor.”
“I don’t fucking care.” He shook his head. “I’m a fucking wreck right now thinking that you could have been hurt and you were all alone.”
“I didn’t avoid calling you on purpose. My phone was damaged in the accident. I broke the screen. The stupid store didn’t have the kind I wanted so I had to order it. It took longer than expected to get it back.”
“The hospital has a phone.” He rolled to his back. “You should have fucking called.”
She moved to his side and snuggled closer. “I’m okay. Just a few stitches. It’s not like a gunshot wound to the chest.”
He rubbed her back. Choosing not to respond to that comment, he said, “I flipped when I saw the car.”
“Are you mad?”
“What? Hell no, I’m not mad. I’m glad you’re not hurt.” He held her close. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
She leaned in to kiss him. Everything felt right again. Ryker rested his hand against her face as he deepened the kiss, taking his time to enjoy her.
She clutched his shoulders then jerked away, concerned. “How is your shoulder?”
He smiled. “It’s okay.”
“Would you really tell me if you weren’t okay?”
He nibbled along her lower lip before pulling back long enough to stare into her eyes. Equal parts of concern and love swirled in the blue depths. She worried about him and there wasn’t much he could do to ease her mind. Ryker kissed her.
“It’s still sore.” He kissed her again. “I’m surviving. Kissing you helps. Fucking you would probably help more.”
“I’m being serious.”
“You think I’m not?” He ran his hand along her thigh. “It actually hurts to move my arm back like this.”
“You need physical therapy.”
“What I need is your pussy against my lips and your juices all over my chin.” He propped himself up over her. “Then I need an orgasm.”
Ella gripped his face with both hands. “Promise me you’ll do physical therapy.”
“Are you withholding sex until I comply?”
“Promise me,” she pleaded.
How could he say no to her? “I’ll try it. If I don’t like it, I’m not doing it.”
She seemed to think about it. “Two weeks.”
“A week,” he countered. “Are we good now?”
He slid a finger inside her panties. He expected her to argue with him, but she kissed his neck instead. Taking care of her was his top priority. She pushed his shoulders back so that he fell to the mattress beside her. Grinning, he watched as she moved to straddle him, smoothing her hands along his abdomen and chest as her pussy settled against his cock.
“Why do you think I’m vindictive enough to withhold sex to get my way?”
“Huh?” He frowned at her.
“You asked me if I did that so you’d comply.”
“It was a joke.”
“I should.” She leaned forward to bite his lower lip. Her teeth scraped and tugged before she soothed the ache with the soft wetness of her tongue. “I could have you on your knees begging me to go to physical therapy.”
“You think that would work?” Leaning in, he sucked her nipple through her thin t-shirt while his fingers found the slick lips of her pussy again.
“I think it could.” She pushed him back and crossed her arms to pull her shirt over her head. “You’d finally listen to me for once.”
“I listen to you all the time.” He squeezed her breasts while flicking her tight nipples with the tip of his tongue.
Ella leaned over him so that her tits hung in front of his face. She had a great body. Her breasts were modest but perky. He loved playing with her nipples and watching her expression. She fucking loved it. Shoving two fingers inside her, he finger-fucked her while he sucked on her nipple.
“You don’t listen to me,” Ella commented continuing their conversation. “You do whatever it is that you want.”
“What do you want?” He let her go with a pop. “Tell me.”
She glanced down at him. “I want to ride your face.”
A rush of blood shot straight to his cock. “What’s stopping you?”
“This.” She leaned down to kiss him.
His sweet Ella. They loved hard. That was for sure. He devoured her lips, licking and sucking, while his thumb rubbed her clit. What they shared was special. He needed her in his life and was so damn happy about having her there.
Each kiss drove him closer to insanity. The soft pull of her mouth had his cock aching to be inside her. She ended the kiss and met his gaze. For a moment, she simply stared at him. His heart beat a little faster as he waited in anticipation for her to speak.
“I love you.” She whispered it so softly he wasn’t sure if she actually said it of he simply read her lips.
“Take your panties off.”
Ella moved momentarily to tug the panties off and tossed them to the floor. Everyday he didn’t have sex with her made the next time feel like it’d been too long. A week apart shouldn’t have felt so tragic, but it did. Grinning, he urged her forward so that she could straddle his face. She barely even had time to position herself properly before his mouth was on her.
Gripping the headboard, she stared down at him, rocking slightly as his tongue s
lid through her wetness. Ella leaned back, with her knees on each side of his head and propped her hands up on his stomach. The soft whimpers encouraged him to pick up the pace. He tapped his tongue against her clit relentlessly. Sucking then licking, he alternated between the two until she arched her back, crying out as her orgasm came.
Ryker groaned when she pulled away from him. “Where are you going?”
“Just give me a second.”
He lay in the bed, watching as she disappeared into the bathroom. When she came back, she had massage oil. He cocked an eyebrow at her as she squirted some onto his cock.
“You asked me what I wanted.” Her hand wrapped around him and stroked. “I want your dick in my ass.”
His eyes widened. “What the hell happened while I was gone? Who are you? Where is my wife?”
“You don’t want to?” She stroked him with a tight grip.
He sat up. “That’s just not a request I’d expect from you.”
“Why?” She stopped stroking him. “You’ve done everything under the sun with other women but you don’t want to do anything with me?”
“Hold on. I didn’t say that.” He gripped her arm. “Why are you getting defensive?”
“Because you asked me what I wanted and you’re making fun of me for requesting it.”
“I’m not making fun of you.” He pushed her to his side so that her ass was across his lap. He smacked it. “Quit picking fights with me.”
He squeezed her ass cheeks before slipping his fingers between them. His sweet Ella wasn’t so innocent anymore. Damn. He liked it too.
****
Ella liked it when Ryker held her down. He moved in behind her, touching and teasing while he kept enough of his weight on her to prevent her from moving. Slipping his fingers inside her pussy, he pumped them a few times before dragging them out and pressing lightly against her anus. Ella closed her eyes, dropping her head to her arm. One hand was there, his fingers wrapped around her bicep as he slowly worked a digit into her ass with the other hand. She licked him, extending his finger and slipping it between her lips.
“You are in rare form tonight.”
“Shut up and fuck me.”
“We have to take it slow or it’ll hurt.”
She turned her head, glancing over her shoulder at him. “I like it rough.”
His eyes darkened. He didn’t say another word. She grinned, her stomach twitching with anticipation as he reached for the oil. He sprinkled it between her cheeks and smeared it over and inside her tight hole. She wiggled her ass.
“You keep doing that and I’ll tie you down.” He scraped his teeth along the back of her neck. “Hold still.”
She liked the authority in his tone. He played with her ass. The oil made things better but each time he added another finger, she sucked in a quick breath. He took his time finger-fucking her until her body felt on fire.
“Please, Ryker.” Ella tried to push her ass back against him.
He stopped her, pressing his hand to the small of her back. “If you want my cock inside, you be still. Otherwise, I’ll fuck your pussy and call it a day. I may anyway.”
“You’re taking too damn long.”
He stopped and withdrew from her. Ella glanced over her shoulder, but before she could say anything, his cock pushed against her lips. She sucked him, taking as much as she could. The serious expression on his face had her curious as to what he would do next. He pulled back and lifted his cock up.
“Suck my balls.”
She hid her grin and lapped at the soft skin of his sac. She knew how to make him come and she got pretty close to it when he pulled away. He smacked her ass again and poured more oil between her ass cheeks.
“You really want this? You want this big dick in your tight ass?”
“Yes.”
He pushed her cheeks apart and pressed the tip of his cock against her. Ella gasped as he gently pushed against the tight ring of muscle. Whimpering, she clutched the comforter beneath her and pushed out against him. He eased his way into her, filling and stretching. The burn was indescribable.
“Take a deep breath.” He reached around her body to stroke her clit. “I’ve got you.”
He kissed and sucked at the skin on the back of her neck and shoulders. His cock was big but it felt like forever before he finally filled her completely with it. He held still, gripping her hip as he let her catch her breath.
“You okay?” He took a second to brush the hair from her face as he looked at her. She nodded. “You feel amazing. You always feel amazing, but this … I’m not going to last long.”
He kissed along her back as he gripped both of her hips. Then he started to rock against her. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as he lifted her ass higher, his speed increasing as he took her. Claimed her. Hell, he dominated her like the fucking man he was and as she liked it.
Reaching between her legs, she stroked her clit. Her orgasm shot through her, her stomach clenching as her pussy greedily pulsated around nothing. Ryker groaned, then cursed. He shoved two fingers inside her pussy while he fucked her, extending her pleasure as long as he could before he took his own.
Ryker’s lips pressed against her ear, eliciting a tingle throughout her body. The tip of his tongue flicked her ear lobe before he pulled away, falling to the bed beside her. They lay that way for a while. The sounds of their breathing filled the silence around them. She thought he’d gone to sleep, but he hadn’t. He lay perfectly content next to her. No words were needed.
Ella leaned over to kiss his chest. “Your dick is magical.”
He chuckled. “Shit.”
“I love you.” Ella laid her head on his stomach, eyes closed. “We fight. We make up. We have passionate sex.” She licked her lips. “But you’re my world.”
Ryker smoothed his hand along her stomach. “We do more than that.”
“Not lately.”
“We’re going to have so much fun buying a house.”
She lifted her head to look at him. “Are you being sarcastic?”
“A little.” His eyes were closed as he idly stroked the tips of his fingers along her belly. “I know we’re not going to agree. You’re going to want to paint our room a green color. I want blue. You’ll want to get furniture that matches. I’ll want to keep the recliner you hate.”
She laughed. “I’m not that bad. I can compromise.”
“No, you can’t. But I’ll choose my battles wisely.”
She sat up and turned toward him. “You afraid to get beat up by a girl?”
Before she could defend herself, he tackled her, pinning her to the mattress. Ella tried to hide the grin on her face and failed. “Me get beat up by you?”
“Yeah.” She kissed his chin. Stubble started to cover his face and she liked the look. She pouted. “Poor little Ryker. His wife is just so mean to him.”
“You are.” He held her wrists with one hand while the other tickled her ribs. Ella squealed and jerked, flailing beneath him while he laughed at her. “You’re so fucking mean.”
“Quit!” She laughed as she tried to get away from his hold. “Ryker!”
He moved to her side and pulled her against him. She sat up, grabbed a pillow, and hit him with it. “You’re the mean one.”
She liked him playful. She missed that part about him more than she realized. Moving to the edge of the bed, she stood.
“Where are you going?”
It was early in the morning and neither one of them were tired. “Shower.” She pursed her lips. “If you were nice, I’d let you join me.”
“I am nice.” He scooted to the side and stood. She watched as he walked around the bed, coming straight for her. “I’m nice and properly motivated.”
“Oh, really?”
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. She smacked his ass, laughing the entire time. It felt great to have him back home.
Chapter Eleven
“What the fuck?” Ryker stepped into the new
master suite of his first actual house with Ella and stared at the colors she chose for their bedroom.
After putting in an offer, the seller was motivated and took it at the asking price. They closed on it after a few weeks and became the rightful owners. He stared at the wall she’d marked with baby-poop green paint and shook his head.
“Stop looking at me like that.” Ella dabbed at the wall with the brush.
“You’re not painting our bedroom that color. Not happening.”
“I’ve got a plan.”
“No.” He walked inside the room toward her. “It’s baby-poop green.”
“Like you know what baby poop looks like.” She bent down to coat her brush in more paint.
“I’ve read books.”
“Oh, yeah?” She glanced over at him. “What books? When? Why?”
“Some crap at the hospital when you were sick.” He met her gaze. “Because you wanted a kid.”
He didn’t know anything about kids and what he’d read was stupid. It all seemed stupid, but if they were eventually going to be parents one day, he’d do his best to be a good one. She tossed the brush to the plastic covering the floor.
“What color do you want?”
“Blue.” He glanced around. “It’s supposed to make you feel relaxed.”
“You read up on that too?”
“No. I overheard some girl at the hardware store talking about it.” He propped his hands on his hips. “Plus, it’s my favorite color.”
“Fine. We’ll paint it blue.”
She bent to put the green paint samples up.
“What are we going to do with that?”
Picking up the brush, she swept it across his bare leg. He glared at her and she laughed.
“I have something to do with the club, you know. It’s going to look real cute with me sporting paint on my leg.”
“I think you’re cute.” She winked at him and held the brush up admiring her work. “You look so sexy.”
“Sexy, huh?”
Ella wore her ratty paint clothes. “Don’t let the compliment go to your head.” She smeared the paintbrush along his cheek. “You already know you’re hot.”
He shook his head and wiped his cheek. “You’re going to get that shit all over me.”