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
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 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
“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
Graduation day had finally arrived, and the air was charged with excitement and anticipation.As I stood in line with my cap and gown, my heart raced, and my palms grew damp. It wasn’t the prospect of leaving college that made me nervous and happy at the same time; it was the fact that I would finally get to live my life without fear, and anxiety...and without my nightmare.I had avoided him as much as possible during all those days but today, it seemed impossible to escape him. The ceremony was small, and everyone was gathered in the same place. I could feel his presence behind me, and I could feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.Trying to stay composed, I glanced around, looking for a friendly face in the crowd. I spotted my best friend, Emily, and gave her a weak smile. We would finally graduate together. Emily had always been there to support me, and today was no different. She mouthed reassuring words, reminding me to stay strong as she tilted her cap and winked a
The campus was droned with activity as students rushed to their classes. I could feel the students’ excitement, but here I was, so nervous. I inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm the fluttering butterflies in my stomach. My eyes darted nervously around the campus. I was on my way to my first class, clutching my books tightly and trying to find the place and blend in with the crowd when suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find a man towering over me, smirking and exuding an air of superiority. His blue eyes were piercing. His perfectly styled dirty blond hair accentuated his chiseled jawline, adding to his overall aura of confidence. His t-shirt hugged his broad shoulders as he crossed his arms, emphasizing his powerful presence.“What do we have here?” he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You look like a lost little lamb wandering into the lion’s den.”Ignoring his tone, I flashed him a smile, my eyes blinking rapidly. I was new to this school, and maybe I coul
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. Perhaps, I was just imagining things, right? So I dared look back, and the figure was gone. I chuckled nervously. See? Nobody.I let out a relieved sigh, feeling a bit silly for even thinking it was Ryker in the first place. “Wow, Harper, you really need to forget about him,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head.Standing up, I convinced myself it had just been a trick of the light or my overactive imagination playing tricks on me and left the place.“Good morning, Joselito,” I greeted him with a smile as he opened the glass door for me. “Hope you’re doing well today.”Joselito returned my smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nodded. “Morning, Harper! Another day in paradise, you know.” He said as he handed me the sealed takeout coffees. He had been working as a guard in this building for three years now.I chuckled. “Thank you. You never miss this.”“Never in these two years.” He replied with a boyish grin.As I walked towa
The school hallway was bustling with students during the lunch break and at the center of the chaos was Ryker. I stood at my locker, searching for a book I needed for my next class. My long, chestnut hair cascaded over my shoulders as I concentrated on my task. Wearing my hair that way made me feel sheltered from the chaos. I found the book and immediately shut the locker only to get startled by Ryker leaning on behind the door, causing me to jump and drop my books. They scattered on the floor, my fragile confidence shattering along with them.“Oops, clumsy Harper,” Ryker sneered, a malicious grin on his face. “Always dropping things, aren’t you?”I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, and my heart raced. I knew this was coming. I bent down to pick up my fallen books. “Why do you do this, Ryker? What have I ever done to you?”Mason and Jake exchanged grins, waiting for the usual cruel retort.Ryker leaned in closer to me, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, Harper,” he taunted
“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