There was no Ryker.A month had gone by, and I still hadn’t heard from him. The silence was killing me. I missed him more than I thought possible. It was strange how someone who had once been the source of so much fear had now become the person I longed to see. I must be insane.I was worried about what was going on with him. Had he been avoiding me intentionally, or was there something more to the story that I didn’t know? My mind was filled with a whirlwind of questions, and I needed answers. The frustration was eating me up, and I couldn’t even sleep properly. I couldn’t simply wait around for something to happen. And on top of that, I really did miss him.I wanted to reach out to him. I needed to know if he was okay, and I needed to have that long-overdue conversation. I was torn between feeling angry and trying to understand his reasons for vanishing. But even Mason was being tight-lipped about Ryker’s whereabouts.“Harper, seriously, Ryker would probably murder me if I tell you w
“Ryker,”“Are you expecting anyone?” he sounded terribly annoyed, and I didn’t know why.I remained stiff against the seat, not even turning around to see him, although that was what I badly wanted to do at the moment. “What are you doing inside my car?”I heard him scoff and click his tongue, dragging his scolding tone near my ear. “Where are you going?”“You don’t answer my quest—” I gasped sharply. “Ryker!” Suddenly, his greedy hand was inside my hoodie, and squeezed my breast through my bra, making me hold my breath for seconds in surprise. Inclining, I felt his breath against my earlobe, causing a shiver to run down my spine and straight to my core.“I asked you first.” He drawled his word, flicking his tongue in the shell of my ear, forcing my breath to catch in my throat. “Don’t answer my question with questions.” His tone said it all. But shoot me, I wasn’t scared. My body’s reactions were even more frightening. Frustration and desire were welling up inside me. He always had a
“Go back to your place, Harper,”The commanding tone in his voice was like a pressure cooker on the edge, his suppressed emotions seeping through. My frustration intensified. What part of “I missed you” didn’t he understand?Ignoring his words, I leaned in closer, our noses almost touching, and with a wicked smile, I taunted him using the sweetest voice I could ever muster, “Are you trying to resist me now? Scared I’ll make you lose control?”He clenched his jaw, his dark eyes locking onto mine with passion. “Such boldness you got here,”My smile grew wider, “I’m afraid I have you to blame.”He was still maintaining control, and it surprised me. Where had the bold, possessive Ryker, who had taken charge and made me come just a month ago disappeared to?Closing the small gap between our faces, I run my tongue over his lips. He groaned as if in pain, his whole body tensing under me. It was as if the table was turned. It was now me initiating intimacy. “Tell me, baby, what happened to th
My hands glided over his skin, keenly fiddling with the hardness of his taut muscles against my palms as he nibbled on the skin on my clavicle down to the hollow between my breasts, creating delicious sensations over my body. His hot lips were burning, the flick of his tongue was teasing my skin his mouth traveled, and the heat radiating off him was setting me on fire.The ache between my legs rekindled. I wanted more. Although he had made love with me using his expert hands, made me come twice, and now, he had his mouth working, I was far from being satisfied. The urge to taste him was clawing at me to make him feel the same warmth now raging inside me. So daringly, I reached for his cock. He hissed and groaned like a wounded animal.His hardness pulsed in my hand, surprising me how something looked so stiff yet tinged with softness. “Kitten you’re killing me,” he rasped and I reveled in the pleasure I heard in his voice.“I want you in my mouth,”“Fuck!” his hands around me tightene
I watched as Ryker’s fingers traveled across the keyboard on his laptop while Mason was working on his laptop too, but switching from one phone to another. They worked silently as Emily and I watched them both with great interest. After the word Affirmative, Ryker had never moved too fast in his life, grabbing the laptop on the table that Mason brought. Based on the deep and serious brows, Ryker was not in the mood to answer questions, and as much as my curiosity was biting at me, I had to wait for the perfect time. I didn’t dare interrupt.It was as if they were in their own world. Mason hadn’t looked as collected as usual. He had that look of determination on his face, not his usual aura. If anything, he seemed to show his mysterious dark side, which made me even more curious as to what kind of matter they were dealing with, but I knew they were diving into something much bigger, and from the look on Emily’s face, she was also clueless.On the other hand, Ryker looked grim, his mout
Emily and Mason left my apartment, the latter scratching his head since Emily was mad... really mad. It was an awkward departure, but I knew it was something they needed to work through themselves. But finally, being alone with Ryker again, the atmosphere was tense, to say the least.“So, Jake’s the tech genius, and Mason handles fieldwork, like the agent stuff?” I inquired, trying to break the ice and ease my nervousness, the dim light casting a soft glow on us as we prepared for bed.His chuckle was a soothing sound. “Yeah, something like that,” he replied, reclining on the bed, emitting a satisfied yawn. “Are you planning to stand there forever?”I quickly jumped onto the bed, blushing pink. I was nervous. My stomach was a mess of jittery nerves. This was the first night we were actually going to sleep together and talk, as opposed to our previous nights, which were far more intimate and heated...when he woke me up with his...tongue.“You should put on a shirt,” or I might lick you
I finished my work and was leaving the office building— leaving a text message to Emily who did not come to work that I would be staying in Ryker’s place— when I stopped to greet Joselito. “You don’t use your car today?” I smiled at him, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “Someone’s picking me up,” “I am happy for you, Little Miss.” He sometimes called me that, and every time, I felt like I was his daughter. But still, what he said didn’t go unnoticed, so I frowned. “Thank you, but what do you mean?” Happy for what? He softly chuckled. “The boy finally took the courage to confess.” I was even more confused. Who did he mean? “Finally, he has managed to charm you.” “The boy? I’m sorry, I don’t get it, Joselito.” “That young man approached me before, Harper and gave me this card,” he took out a card from his wallet. “This is like a cash card, I don’t know, but this has money in it. He gave me this to buy you coffee. That’s where the supply comes from.” He chuckled. “A
“You know where to find us,” he said on the phone, his ominous tone along with his malicious smirk, made my skin crawl. Pure panic and fear were taking over me. Ryker knew! He knew about this place and he was coming for me. No! Deep inside, I was freaking out, making the room suddenly feel like a freaking jail, and I was stuck with this man.He kept on staring me down, all icy and scheming, and those eyes told me he had some twisted scheme cooked for me, and how it’d mess with Ryker. The thought of Ryker blowing his top when he figured out I’d been lured to his father sent a chill of dread and sadness right through me.I couldn’t stop my brain from going a mile a minute, trying to find an escape route, but that locked door and Mr. Blackthorn’s menacing vibe made it seem like I was in a real bind with no way out.“You’ll use me as bait so your son takes over your dirty job,” I gnashed my teeth. One of his brows rose, his eyes turning colder.“Dirty job?” he scoffed.“Yes, your illegal
“Yes, right there! Oh, please, please!” I screamed in urgency, my head thrown back as I felt myself coming. My knees were shaking and my heart was racing.At seven months pregnant, I never knew pregnancy could ignite such a strong desire, and with Ryker, it was impossible to deny. I thought our sex life would diminish when I got pregnant. But it only seemed to intensify. Ryker was always attentive, making sure I was comfortable and satisfied. I believe he liked me being pregnant even more than I thought. And now, as my belly grew bigger and our baby kicked inside me, our intimacy only grew stronger.His fingers expertly stroked my swollen clit. I knew I was close.“Squeeze my cock. Come for me.” He urged softly against my ear, licking the shell, his length grazing my walls deliciously.“Just like that,” I gasped, gripping the rails of the headboard as I felt his cock grate my walls, his movements never slowing. I liked it this hard. The aching in my core loved it.“What’s my name?” he
The next day started with a golden vibe, still riding the magical wave from our wedding. It was splendid. Everything was like a dream. Ryker pulled out all the stops to make sure the whole event was unforgettable; from the venue that looked like it came out of a fantasy movie of a dreamland surrounded by flowers and nature, to the crazy intricate decorations that had me wondering if we accidentally walked into a movie set.We kept it low-key with just a few classmates, mine and Ryker’s family, and my best friend, making it an intimate wedding reception. But those few made the whole place buzz with good vibes. They say tough guys don’t cry, right? I thought so too, but Ryker was out there proving everyone wrong, blaming his teary eyes on the wind like it was some kind of ninja slicing onions around him. Hilarious, but it made the whole thing even more emotional and memorable.Opening my eyes, the sunlight played peek-a-boo through the curtains, telling me I had to get up now. Last nigh
The tempest that raged through my man’s life had finally subsided since that darkest day. Everything had fallen into its rightful place. The evidence Josephine kept against Henry, the tape capturing the moment Henry took Leon’s life, had been surrendered to the government. This same evidence had served as Josephine’s shield, ensuring her survival and persuading Henry to spare her life. Besides that, Henry believed that Ryker was his biological son—a truth Josephine had vowed to protect until her last breath, praying that Henry would never inflict harm upon his own flesh and blood.However, Ryker, who wanted to learn the truth, discovered it when he turned 20 through a secretly conducted DNA test.With Jake, Mason, and Ryker displaying exceptional teamwork, gathered all the data and information of the drug cartel the government needed to crack everything down. With Henry’s death, Jake’s slick hacking skills ensured that all the cash he stashed away ended up in Ryker’s pockets. Sweet in
The hospital corridor echoed with the familiar sounds of beeping machines and hushed conversations. Approaching Jake’s room, I braced myself as I didn’t want to be emotional again. He just saved my life. Ryker had told me Jake was not in a critical condition. He had a shot in his left thigh and right shoulder, far from death. It had been hours since the event.Entering the room, we found Jake propped up on pillows, wearing a hospital gown that clashed comically with his tough exterior. His eyes lit up as he saw us, and he attempted a nonchalant grin.“Well, well, if it isn’t the dynamic duo. You guys bringing popcorn for the show?” Jake teased, his voice a bit raspy.I snorted, “Hmmm, we thought we would add some drama of our own. Maybe a hospital room musical?”Ryker chuckled beside me. “Yeah, I was thinking of auditioning for the lead role. ‘Ryker and the IV Stand.’”Jake laughed a genuine sound that cut through the sterile hospital air. “I’ve always said you missed your true callin
Despite the warnings, I made up my mind. I couldn’t just stay here hiding behind the protective walls he’d built. It felt selfish, and my heart just wouldn’t stop worrying. Each second screamed for this day to end.I wanted to see him safe.With bravery, stepped outside. The sounds of gunfire instantly greeted me. Each shot felt like a punch to the gut, making my knees weak and my heart pounding into my ears. I thought I could feel the chilling wind carrying the danger, but despite the fear that gripped me, a strange sense of courage settled in. I knew I was weak, but doing nothing and just hiding was weaker.Then the sounds stopped.What’s happening?Move... I just had to avoid anyone.Crouching on the floor, I flattened my back on the wall in the hall, my heart pounding in rhythmic waves. As it was in the day, someone would see me if I were not careful. I silently made my way to where I thought I heard voices. The ringing sound of silence after the gunfire was deafening. It made my
My initial fear of meeting these people was replaced by camaraderie. At first glance, they could be so intimidating, but now, they regarded me with respect, and that was because they respected Ryker in this place.When he left my side, I took the chance to find out Wheeler’s room. As I stepped outside, two guys started tailing me. I knew Ryker had sent them, much to my irritation. I wasn’t foolish enough to make a run for it; I knew it would only land me in more trouble. All I wanted was to work, but if that didn’t sit well with him, fine by me—I’d stick around to keep him pleased.Wheeler, the one who looked like he could snap a person in half, gave me a nod of acknowledgment. He looked fine now. Without a shirt, the bandage was wrapped around his stomach.“I didn’t expect your visit,” he smiled hesitantly.I took a deep breath and smiled, trying to suppress the wave of intimidation. “Ryker told me what happened. I wanted to check on you.”Wheeler chuckled, though it sounded more lik
The next morning, tension was thick in the air. The TV blared the news, and the headline hit like a gut punch. Henry Blackthorn, the alleged leader of a notorious drug cartel got himself arrested after a wild raid of the building, chained to a chair with two dead bodies laid next to him with a sign in his hands,“I abducted a woman. I am guilty”. The screen flashed images of police cars swarming the crime scene, their red and blue lights blinking. The anchor continued, “There was an alleged confrontation that occurred involving Mr. Blackthorn and a yet-unidentified group of individuals. The details are still emerging, but it appears to be connected to Mr. Blackthorn’s alleged shady dealings.”I shot a glance at Ryker, trying to read him. His face, though, was a stone-cold poker face, revealing nothing. He was sitting on the single sofa in front of the TV. This was a small room adjacent to his office, the very same room that witnessed last night’s heated encounter.The news segment rol
“Ryker! No, not— Oh!”Legs spread to his satisfaction; my hips jolted upward when his mouth connected with my pussy, so warm and ravenous. I wanted more. My words turned into moans.Hot and demanding, his tongue explored and tantalized my pussy, making my walls clench around his tongue.I gasped and squirmed under his touch, my body buzzing with pleasure. His hands traveled up my body, cupping my breasts while he kept working his magic with his mouth, lapping and sliding his tongue in and out of me.I felt hot everywhere, my toes curling from the pleasure he was making me feel. His tongue danced and teased, setting off a wildfire of sweet sensations inside me.“Ryker!” I felt my body tensing up as his skilled tongue pushed me closer and closer to the edge.My breath and moans were all over the place as the pleasure kept building, and I could feel his nose, nudging my clit, adding more carnal sensation while his hands explored my body as I wriggled in delight. The sounds he was making—
I grabbed the soap and turned to him. “Let me give you a hand with those wounds,” I murmured, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I stood with him in the steamy shower, warm water pouring down on his back, rinsing off the remnants of the chaos he’d just escaped. He was naked from the top and was in his boxers, his taut muscles flinching from my touch. There were a few bruises and small cuts on his body, but he didn’t look pained. “Whose blood were these?”“Wheeler,”“Wheeler...” I was recalling who the man was.“The bulky man you met here. He brought you to my office.”“I remember him. Is he okay?” I may not know the man, but knowing that he helped Ryker escape that hell, my heart went for him.“He’s fine. Got stabbed in the stomach, but he’ll live.”I moved closer, working up a lather between my soapy hands, relieved to hear Wheeler was fine. I made a mental note to check on him tomorrow. My fingers traced over his skin, following the lines of his muscles. “Did he go to the hospi