He pumped in and out of her sex at leisure, her extraordinary body still trembling against him, with her pussy gripping his cock as he made love to her.
Making love?
Something he’d never felt unfurled inside of him. Stretched. Spread. Overtook him. Something more than his need to possess. More than his need to take. To control. Yes. He was connected with Molly, and not just their physical connection. It was, making love he realized.
“Harder,” she said, pressing her fabulous bottom back.
“No,” he replied, working himself in and out of her without haste. “Not this time, Molls.”
Molly loved this man. She loved everything about him. His voice, the feel of him, the way he took her and commanded her body, and now, the way he took his time and loved her. He’d said he didn’t make love, but he was. This time, what they were doing, was making love. Even the atmosphere in the room was quiet. Reverent.
With a quick adjustment to their position, he went to his back—Molly straddling him.
“Good morning,” he said with a smile, his sea-colored eyes connecting with hers as she worked herself down on him, enjoying the intimate stretch of her sex taking his big cock.
“Yes.” She took a breath. “A good morning for sure.”
He swiped her hair over her shoulder and palmed her breasts, as Molly kept the slow pace he’d set, riding him.
Everything became the sexy man beneath her until her heart overflowed with a joy she’d never thought she’d experience, her body rising to the top—close to an earth-shattering climax.
“I can feel you, Molls. Go over.” When his hands left her breasts, and grabbed her hips, rocking her forward, the shaking of her thighs started. “Come on, sweetheart. Give yourself what you need.” He pressed his thumb against her clit, and she shattered. Her orgasm ripped through her sex, her belly, wrapping around every single part of her, causing sparks to fly behind her eyes.
“Aah…yes,” she rasped, anchoring her palm on his chest, hips rolling, sex gripping him—greedy.
“Christ, Molly. You’re so God damn beautiful.”
She licked her lips. Smiled. The way he looked at her touched her soul deep. “So are you.”
He chuckled, sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and rolled them both over without ever leaving her body. Then Ryker took her mouth with his, and finished what he’d started, in a slow, easy pace.
With their fingers entwined, Ryker lay beside Molly, listening to the hum of the air conditioner mix into the sounds of their own breaths. When she squeezed her fingers tight with his, he brought her hand to his mouth, and kissed.
“That was wonderful,” she said.
“The kiss? Or the early morning sex?”
She giggled. He loved the sound. “Both.” His contentment soon vanished when she whispered, “I wish I didn’t have to go to work today.” The thought of her around Jack, had him grinding his teeth.
“Don’t go. Call in. Take a vacation day, or a personal day, and stay here, in bed with me.”
She rolled over on her side, placing her leg over his thigh, and started circling his navel with her fingertip. “I wish I could, but I have too many things I have to handle today.”
“I hate the idea of you working with him,” he said.
“I know you do, but you don’t have anything to worry about. I was very upfront and clear with him yesterday afternoon.”
“I’m glad you were. But I still don’t want him around you.”
“In truth, when we’re at Horizons, we don’t see each other much.” He tried not to get too worked up over the man. He heaved a sigh. Maybe before he went to the office he’d stop at the gym and go a few pounding rounds with the punching bag. Molls kissed his bicep. “I love you.”
Ryker basked in the feeling those words invoked inside him.
“I love you, too.”
She wiggled closer into his side. “Were you serious? Would you stay here in bed with me all day?”
“Absolutely.”
“Don’t you have things to do today?”
“Nothing I couldn’t have one of my employees handle for me, but I was going to get ahold of a realtor.”
“What for?”
“It’s time to move out of the house in Highlands. I can’t stay there with Deck and his woman.”
“Stay here, with me,” Molly said in a whisper.
The request, walloped him. “Molls….”
“If you don’t….” She paused. Bit her lip. He brushed his finger along the edge of her mouth until she released her bite. “I—”
“You want me here?”
He wanted to be with her. See her every morning. Sleep next to her every night. In truth, he couldn’t come up with anything he ever wanted more than to be with this fantastic, generous, loving, giving, beautiful woman who looked at him as if he were some kind of miracle, and touched him with adoration. With passion.
“I do.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
The gentle brushes of her fingers on his lower stomach had his cock stirring once more.
“If you keep that up, you’re going to get him up. Then what are you going to do?”
She rose, smiled, wide and witchy. He reached and traced the corners of her mouth with his thumb. Mischief sparked within the depths of her gorgeous eyes. He kept his gaze locked on her, unwilling to ever look away. She bent and kissed his chest, between his pectorals—so soft with her touch. She was… extraordinary. The tip of her tongue circled his left nipple—elegant fingers biting into his right pec.
“I love how strong you are.”
He chuckled. “Yeah?”
“God, yes.” Her warm palm slid up from his pec, to his shoulder, where she squeezed. “Mmm.” She slipped her hand down his arm. “You feel like satin over steel.”
She scooted down his stomach, mouth and the ends of her strawberry hair tickling his skin. Then she started licking him, causing his muscles to jump in reaction.
“Jesus,” he muttered.
When she came to his cock, she blew her warm breath over him, and the doing had mini me rise to the occasion, stout and raring to go.
“Tease,” he said, in a playful tone.
“Oh, you think so?”
Ryker groaned low in his throat when she slipped her luscious lips over the head of him, sucking and twirling that sweet tongue around and around.
“Aw, fuck.”
He wound his fingers in the tangle of her hair, watching Molly trace the tip of her tongue up the length of him, then take him into her mouth.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Present.
Molly rolled out of bed early for a Saturday morning, feeling her aching body protest the movement. But it was the good kind of ache. Being Ryker’s woman sure was working out muscles she’d never used before. She rubbed her hand down the dip and swell of her belly, considering her navel for a moment. The navel Ryker worshiped with his mouth and tongue last night while he had her tied spread-eagle to the spindles of the white antique four-poster bed.
Before making her way to the bathroom to take a hot bubble bath, she stared down at her man’s delicious, nude, muscled frame sprawled out in her bed, with the sheet twisted across his lower waist, sleeping like the dead, and smiled. Taking care not to wake him, she brushed some of the strands of his brown, satiny soft hair from his eyes, bent, and placed her lips to his forehead, before leaving him be.
***
Wearing a long T-shirt, and hair freshly washed and still wet, Molly stood at her stove, in the middle of making bacon and cheese omelets, thinking about her week. Jack hadn’t been at work. On Tuesday morning, he’d sent one short and to the point e-mail stating he was working from home until further notice. While Molly should have felt bad to more than likely be the cause of his current disappearance from Horizons, she couldn’t quite work up to the doing. She’d been relieved the two of them hadn’t been forced into
any awkward encounters since the whole scene on Monday afternoon, and of course Ryker had been ecstatic when she told him Jack hadn’t been around.
And Ryker and Molly? Well, they’d moved into this sort of domestic bliss over the past week, with Ryker coming home to her after work instead of staying at the house in Highlands.
When Ryker’s strong arms banded around her waist, she jumped.
“You scared me. I didn’t know you were up.”
“Sorry. That wasn’t my intention.” She rested the back of her head on his rock-hard chest. “Smells good in here, Molls.” His fingers splayed wide on her stomach. “Why are you wearing this T-shirt?”
She giggled. “I don’t think it’s sanitary or safe to be cooking in the nude.”
“Ah, well. I do enjoy the way the hem just about covers this sweet ass.”
He pressed his erection into her backside. She squeaked at the contact.
“You’re insatiable,” she said in a cutesy tone.
“Mm. When it comes to you, I am.”
He brushed her hair aside and mouthed the spot beneath her ear, which always made her shiver. “Hey,” she said laughing. “Don’t distract me. I don’t want to burn the omelets, like I blackened what was supposed to be oven-roasted chicken the other night.”
Ryker chuckled. “At least we know your smoke detectors work.” He let loose of her, stepped over and reached up to pull a couple of plates out of the overhead cabinet, and set them on the counter next to the glasses she’d already taken down. “Here. Plate those babies so I can get down to the business of eating my breakfast.”
Smiling, Molly turned off the burner on her stovetop and plated their eggs. “Grab the milk from the frig,” she said.
“In a minute,” he replied, hoisting her up by the waist and setting her bottom on the center island, stepping between her thighs. “I want your lips.” Ryker kissed her breathless, tongue twining with hers, one of his hands in her hair, the other on her hip, gripping. When he broke the kiss, she wondered if her head was spinning. “Lie back and spread for me.”
“Huh?”
“Lie back and spread so I can eat my breakfast.”
Molly lay on the marble top of the island, wet hair fanning around her head, looking at him as if he were a treasure with those sexy legs spread. She was so God damn perfect. Ryker could stare at her and her delicate snatch forever and never get tired of the miraculous sight.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You are as sexy as sin.” His dick was so hard for her, he ached. He picked her right foot up and kissed the two tiny blue lacy butterflies tattooed just above her ankle bone. “I love this.”
“You do?”
“Hell yes.”
“I got them because of you,” she said.
His brow crinkled. “Me?”
“Yes.” She wiggled her cute bubble-gum painted toes. “Do you remember the day after you got your new Jeep and offered to take me for a ride?”
“Yep, that was the day after I turned sixteen.”
“Two butterflies landed on my arm.”
He tilted his head, the memory of her sitting under one of the trees on his parents’ lawn, being dappled in sunshine and shadow, struck him. “Yeah,” he said. “I remember.”
“I told you I wished I could turn into a butterfly and fly away.”
He nodded.
“Do you remember what you said to me?” she asked.
“I said, only if I could fly away with you, too.”
Ryker eyed the tattoo, seeing the inked art with new eyes.
“That’s us,” she said.
She’d always been good at sucker punching him.
“Molly Monroe, you have always taken my breath away. I love you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” she said, with a sweet smile. “And, I love you, too.”
“Let’s see if I can take your breath one more time.”
Using his tongue, he licked up the length of her calf, kissed her knee, seeing goose bumps scatter across the pale skin of her thighs.
“Jeez, you’re making me chill.”
“Good,” he said, sliding his hand along her stomach, rucking up her shirt, exposing her torso and those beautiful, full, rose-tipped tits. “Gorgeous.”
He circled her navel with his thumb.
“Let’s go get my belly button pierced today,” she said.
He raked his gaze up to her face. Smiled. “For real?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m all for it,” he said, then dipped his head and tongued the part of her body they were discussing.
She moaned. He licked and sucked his way over to her bare woman’s mound—Molly writhing for him. He couldn’t wait to put his tongue into her candy-pink center.
“Fuck,” he grumbled, rubbing his nose into her, and inhaling her scent. “I want to eat this pussy morning, noon, and night.” He was salivating for her, so without further ado, he licked up her wet slit, his cock jerking from the sound of her moan.
Up and down, he licked her from end to end, then fucked her opening with the tip of his tongue, loving the way her body rippled around him, trying to suck him deeper.
“Oh God-Oh…,” she muttered.
He flattened his tongue and lapped, lightly bit her clit, inserting two of his fingers into her snug pussy, never stopping what he was doing with her clitoris as he fingered her deep. When she started to shake, and pull tighter around his long digits, he looked up. He had to see her lose it.
The look on her face was resplendent, then she came apart for him. Nipples hard. Shaking and stiffening.
“Ryker!”
He hungered for her, never relenting with his fingers, until he pulled the last spasm from her body, then slid her ass to the edge, and entered her with one thrust of his hips, reveling in the way her breasts bounced and shimmied as he worked her with his cock.
His breathing was harsh. “Touch your tits.” She did, cupping and squeezing. Blood coursed through his veins in a roll of thunder. “Look at me, Molls.” She did. She locked her gaze with his. Pure, heated pleasure swirled down his spine. “Molly. Fuck. I can’t get enough of you.”
He held her thighs, spread wide, and pounded into her, listening to her cry out as she detonated and squeezed around his steel.
Ryker powered past the contractions of her body, ramming into her—hard. She was warm and wet. She was his. Ecstasy overtook him, and his white hot cum shot into her sweet cunt, filling her up.
Spent, he bent over her torso, kissing her lips—their breaths bathing each other.
***
Molly sat in the reclining chair of the body art and piercing emporium, glancing down at her stomach as Ryker swiped the new steel ring now piercing her belly button with his fingertip.
“That is one sexy accessory,” he said.
He bent and took her lips with his.
When he pulled back, he asked the blonde gal who’d done the deed and put a hole in Molly’s body, “Do you guys have time to give me a tattoo today?”
Molly’s eyes widened.
“Sure,” said the blonde. “Do you want to look at some pre-made art designs, or do you want to do something custom?”
“Custom.” He glanced down at Molly and smiled, those sexy dimples appearing, before looking back at the girl. “I want two black, tribal-style butterflies with sharp wings.”
Her heart and stomach fluttered. He was going to mark himself for her.
“Where do you want them?”
Ryker touched his chest, palm over his heart. “Here.”
“You’ve got it. Let me sketch out a design, and then you tell me if that’s what you have in mind.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Present.
Inside, Molly danced the cha-cha on cloud nine as she and Ryker left the body emporium—her with her new belly button ring, and him with his sexy new tattoo.
With his arm draped around her shoulders, he curled her in tight to his side as they made their way to the parking lot and his Viper
.
“Let’s go get some ice cream,” he said, stopping at the passenger door to his vehicle. He glanced down at her, ocean blue eyes glittering. “Yes? No?”
“Who can say no to ice cream?”
He chuckled and hugged her. It might be hotter than seven hells outside; however, when Ryker kissed the side of her neck, chills scattered across her skin.
“In case I never mentioned it, having this on you, is another one of the sexiest damn things I’ve ever seen,” he said, outlining the beautiful day collar she wore with his fingertips.
After he helped her into the car, took the driver’s seat, and started the engine, Molly fiddled with his satellite radio, stopping when “Kiss the Sky” by Shawn Lee’s Ping Pong Orchestra rang out over the speakers.
She sang along.
“Sweetheart, you can sing.”
She giggled. “I don’t know about that.”
He reached and squeezed her thigh, making her leg tingle. “You have a beautiful voice, Molls.”
“Thank you.”
Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel while he drove, Ryker listened to his woman belt out the chorus of the song playing over the radio, and smiled.
Molly was an amazing woman. He’d been a complete dumbass for fighting himself over what he’d felt about her for so long, but now, he intended to make every day count, and make up for all the lost time.
After pulling into the lot at Cold Stone Creamery, he waited for Molls to finish singing before he shut the motor off, then brushed some hair away from her cheek.
“Damn,” he said. “You are beautiful.” Her cheeks turned the prettiest shade of dusty rose. He loved that she blushed. It was sweet and enduring. He swiped his thumb across the color there. “You ready?”
“Yep,” she said with girl-like enthusiasm. “I’m getting rainbow sprinkles on my ice cream.”
He chortled. “Sprinkles, huh?”
Claimed by the Bad Boy Page 15