I groaned as I turned over in Willow's bed that night. The thing was big. It was not comfy. How I'd missed how lumpy and firm it was the first night I stayed here, I had no flipping idea. But this was pure torture. "Would you stop moving around? It's a bed, not a jungle gym," she whined at me. I snorted. "You're a trust fund baby, have a stellar bakery, and you sleep on a piece of shit bed. How is that even possible?" If I was going to suffer, I was at least going to have her in my arms while I did. I snaked out my arms, pulled her into me. Sighed as a feeling of peace finally washed over me. She laughed, her breath washing over the skin at my neck. "Because I'm not a giant man-beast?"That was it. I rolled us over so I was hovering over her body in the dark. "Man-beast? I'll show you man-beast.""Show me, hero. Show me." She slid her hands up and into my hair. If I wasn't mistaken, I heard a smile in her voice. Through all of the shit that had rained down on her life i
The weight of his body on mine. The fierce need I had to take care of him. Show him my love...it all threatened to overwhelm me. "Now. Ryker. Teach me now," I said. I felt like I was going to explode into a million little pieces and implode all at the same time. He pushed up off my body, shed his sleep pants and boxer briefs. By the cold light of his flashlight, I saw the long, muscular lines of his body. Everything about him spoke of power. Dominance. Control. And he was going to let me give him pleasure. A bubbly feeling invaded my belly at the thought. I wanted to send him up in flames like he did to me so easily. I wanted to control the passion in his body. To force the knowledge on him that it was me who touched him. Who cherished him. Who loved him. In whatever way he found acceptable.From now until forever, it would always be me. He helped me sit up. The slight pinch and pull of my right leg just another sensation to add to the mix floating through my brain and bo
The musky scent of her body called to me. Like a fucking bee to honey, I was helpless to resist her. Coming down off the best blow job I'd ever been lucky enough to receive, I needed to make this good for her. To flood her senses with the kind of pleasure she'd just given me. I kissed her lightly covered cunt. As I wondered if she'd ever let me wax her, using the fingers of one hand, I spread her lower lips apart. Her clit was already engorged, swollen. Ready for me. Closing my mouth over the little nub, I created a vacuum around it as I flicked it quickly with my tongue. Her pelvis rocked up towards my mouth as a sharp cry rose from her lips. I bit her clit softly. I pulled back slightly. "I'm going to gag you if you keep that level of noise up." My smile would have given me away, but she wasn't looking at me. I bit her clit again. Chuckled darkly as the next scream poured through the room. I used my thumb and pushed at her opening. She was so tight it was a struggle to ge
After one of the most utilitarian showers of my entire life, we were dried off and back in bed within about twenty minutes. Like I'd been on a bender for a week, everything inside me just wanted to faceplant the bed and sleep for another week. Ryker curled around me from behind. "Sleep well, cupcake," he whispered against my shoulder. I meant to say happy sleep,' but my brain gave out before the words could pass my lips. **"When you said I could come stay with you, I wasn't expecting to be kicked out of your home so quickly," Jessa said the next morning as I stood at the kitchen island. My weight rested almost exclusively on my left leg, but I was standing. On my own. "Well, that would be Ryker," I pointed with my chin at the man in question sitting on the couch. "Guilty as charged," he answered without looking up. Jessa took a seat at the high counter. "What are you making?""Hot cocoa waffles," I said as I added the hot cocoa mix to the dry ingredients for the
"This is some quality work, Nik," Turo said as he read over the copy of the printouts of her dossiers on de Silva and Cavendish. She rolled her eyes. "Meaning you're surprised a woman could do such work?"Turo smiled, shook his head. "Not at all. I simply appreciate a job well done. No matter the gender of the person providing said job."Nik's face lost the hard edge. Her chin dropped slightly. "Then you're welcome."Turo nodded, smiled. "We have copious amounts of pictures of Cavendish. I'm assuming since none are included in the files, that none could be found on de Silva." He made it a statement instead of a question. Nik nodded. "The only picture I found, and it still wasn't a solid match, was a group of girls, maybe four or five of them altogether. Her name was on the tag, but no face to one of the girls."Turo smiled. "Then we shall work to uncover de Silva's identity.""Brea-brunch is ready," Willow called. Everyone stood up. The men all went to the far side o
I dabbed my napkin at Ryker's wrist. Angry at the drop of blood. Angry for my part in drawing it from his body. But I was also elated. Never had I felt more cherished or accepted than when he finished the oath. I knew that he'd done it for me. For us. Before I could do anything about the feelings that were trying to swamp over me, I felt his phone vibrate in his pocket under my hand. I jerked a little at the unexpected sensation. He chuckled as he reached into his pocket.Pulling out the phone, he glanced at the screen without putting it above the line of the table. I looked up into his face. Where I expected annoyance, I saw terror flash. "Ryker?" I asked. All conversation around the table stopped. I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I watched my man. "There's been a hit," he said softly, his voice threatening to break. "I need a TV. Now."I pushed up, ignored the pinch in my leg. I tried to race across the room, but was soon overtaken by Mas. He hit the button on th
Angelo pushed me to the side as he and all of his children rose to their feet, guns drawn. "Show your hands or die," Turo shouted. Two hands slid through the opening in the door. "Seriously?" I heard a familiar voice say. "I'm just here for Ryker.""That's not a good thing at the moment. Step through," Turo ordered. The shockingly white hair of one of my few friends peeked through the opening. His fierce blue eyes were narrowed as he pushed the door open slowly. "I'm Foster Ambright. I've got a meeting with Ryker.""Stop moving, Foster Ambright," Turo said as he took a step closer. He looked at me. "Know this guy?"I nodded. "That is his name. And we do have a meeting." I turned to my friend. "How the hell did you get up here?"Foster's brow furrowed. "I walked? Was I supposed to run? Or fly?"Turo sneered as he put his gun away. "Where were the men? Did you get stopped on your way up?"Foster shook his head. "Like a victory tunnel? No. No bouncers, no shylocks, no
Ryker slid into the driver's seat. I had no idea where we were going, but I did know no one was happy about abandoning the lofts. Momma and Papa were in one of the cars with Nik, Turo, and Mas. Tali, Rafe, Nico, Jessa, and Foster all crammed into another car. Ryker had demanded Foster ride in the other car even though we had plenty of room. He pulled Foster aside and spoke directly into his ear. When he pulled away, Foster nodded and went to the other car without argument. "What's going on?" I asked. Terrified of the answer. Terrified to not know. Ryker swallowed. The sound thick in the silence. "We're going back to the bunker."I pulled on the door handle. I couldn't go back there. Couldn't. Nothing in this life or the next would make that a place I could ever go. Ryker pulled the car over. Yanked me into his arms. "He's not there. He can't hurt you. I'll protect you, baby. I promise. Nothing is going to happen to you."I shook my head against his chest. My thoug