Chapter Three
They found a routine together. Ryker shared his meals with her, did odd jobs around the house, and at night, he sat with her watching television while she read, or vice versa. He loved her books, but he just loved spending time with her.
Scarlett was a nice woman; a gentle woman. In the few short weeks that he’d been with her, he found himself caring about her more and more. There was no way to hide from the feelings she evoked within him, from her smile to watching her sleep, and he did watch her sleep as they shared a bed.
Of course, she spent most of their time together ignoring him. She either read a book or just curled up and went to sleep.
That was how he found himself one Sunday morning; watching her sleep. When they fell asleep, she was always turned away from him, but she must have moved in the night. Her hands were clasped together, resting beneath her head, and she looked so peaceful. Reaching out, he pushed a small curl off her face and simply watched her sleep.
His cock tightened, but he ignored the need to touch her. The last thing he wanted to do was to scare her.
A sigh left her lips, and she opened her eyes. She smiled at him, and his heart leapt within his chest.
“Morning,” she said.
“Morning right back at you.”
“Have you been watching me sleep for long?” she asked.
“Nope. Just a few minutes. Maybe half an hour.”
She rubbed her eyes. “That’s not creepy at all. I must look a fright.”
He couldn’t resist, and he touched her face, running his thumb across her bottom lip.
“I think you look so beautiful. No one could ever be more beautiful.”
He saw that he surprised her, but he didn’t care. This woman was so many different things. He wasn’t used to women who cared about others, and every time he looked at one of the pictures she kept, he knew she had a dark past. One filled with more horrors than he could ever imagine.
The gun he’d pointed at her, he’d gotten rid of and wrapped it up, placing it in a box in her basement. He’d never point anything at her, and only when he needed it, would he ever get it out again.
“You shouldn’t do that,” she said.
He didn’t stop touching her. He didn’t want to ever stop touching her. She was such a beautiful woman. “Why not? Do I scare you?”
“You don’t scare me.”
“What is it?” he asked, worried that he made her think of that piece of shit.
“You make me want things I really shouldn’t want.”
Okay, now his dick was thinking all different kinds of things. “What do you want?”
“I want you, and I shouldn’t want you.”
“Why shouldn’t you want me?”
She chuckled. “The obvious one, you’re a convict.”
“I was falsely imprisoned.”
“And second, you don’t look at me like I’m going to break.”
“I know you’re not.”
“I’m a freak, Ryker.”
“You’re not a freak. You’re a fighter. A woman who has survived so much, and deserves to have some happiness. A lot of happiness.”
“You don’t see an abused woman when you look at me?” she asked.
The tears in her eyes would stay with him forever. “No. I don’t.” And now he was going to take a risk. “I see a beautiful woman, Scarlett. Not only do I see a beautiful woman, but the things I want to do to you, you should kick me out right now, and call me the asshole that I am, and stay away from me.”
“What do you want to do to me?”
She didn’t heed his warning.
Slowly trailing his fingers down her neck, he teased across her pulse and went toward the edge of her crop top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and he saw the outline of her nipple. Stroking his thumb across her bud, he watched her gasp.
“I think about you naked. How these gorgeous tits would look, and what they’d taste like. I think about fucking you, and I want to drive my cock so deep inside you that you scream my name, begging for more. I never want to stop, and I always want to hear the pleasure in your voice, always. Not a moment goes by when I don’t think about how good your tight cunt would feel wrapped around my cock.”
He didn’t know if he was going too far, but he decided when it came to Scarlett, he’d always tell her the truth. He wouldn’t try to spare her.
He’d be the one to help guide her, to show her that she had someone to catch her when it got a little too hard.
“I’m not an innocent virgin,” she said.
“They’re kind of overrated,” he said. “You’re reading way too many books.”
Her gaze drifted to his lips, and he watched as she licked hers, almost as if she was imagining what it would be like to taste him.
“Kiss me, Ryker, please.”
He didn’t need to be asked twice. Pressing his lips against hers, he cupped her cheek and tilted her head back.
Lightly at first, he explored her mouth, and closed his eyes as his cock grew even harder. Her hands went to his chest, and if she pushed him off, he wouldn’t push. She didn’t try to get him away from her. Her hand fisted his shirt, tugging him closer.
Her lips were firmer as they pressed against his, and seeing that she wasn’t going to run away scared, he didn’t hold back.
Licking her lips, he took advantage the moment she gasped, plunging inside to taste her.
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Scarlett’s pussy was so wet, her nipples really tight. She wanted him, couldn’t resist him. The moment Ryker’s lips touched hers, it was like he created an inferno inside her. She didn’t know any other man’s touch, but she wanted his. The hand on her cheek moved down, and he cupped her tit.
He pinched her nipple, and she gasped, breaking from the kiss, arching up. Ryker shoved her shirt up, exposing her chest, and she gasped as he took her into his mouth, biting down on the hard bud before sucking it.
“That feels amazing,” she said. “Don’t stop.”
He trailed his tongue toward her other breast, and he did the same, showing attention to each one. She was on fire. Pressing her thighs together, she tried to relieve the pressure, but it wasn’t enough.
Ryker moved her, shoving out of the way the pillows she’d used to create a wall between them, and he got her to the center of the bed.
Spreading her legs, he moved between them, and she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach.
His lips were once again on hers, and she moaned into his mouth, needing his touch more than anything.
“Yes, yes,” she said.
He kissed down her neck, taking her nipples again, and down he moved, pulling her shorts from her body.
She wasn’t wearing any panties, and Ryker wouldn’t let her hide, not that she wanted to. His gaze told her so many things, along with the outline of his cock pressing against his boxers.
His hands rested on her knees, and he spread her legs wide. When she went to touch herself, he shook his head. “No, I want to see your pretty pussy.”
She placed her hands beside her legs and waited. She didn’t know what she expected. His fingers traced across the fine hairs, and when he slid between her slit she gasped, arching up.
He touched her clit, running his finger across the swollen nub, making her gasp. She’d caressed her pussy many times before, but she’d never felt this. Biting her lip, she tried to contain her moans as he slid a finger within her.
When a second finger was added, she thrust up to meet him.
“Don’t treat me like I could break. I won’t. I promise.”
“I’m not. I’m just watching what drives you crazy. Watch as I touch you.”
Staring down between her thighs, she saw his fingers within her as well as feeling them. His thumb pressed against her clit, sliding back and forth. The dual pleasure was almost too much.
“I love how tight you feel, baby. So fucking tight.” He groaned. “I need to taste this cunt.”
His fingers pulled away, and she whimpered.
The fire didn’t dull within her as she watched him lick the cream from his fingers.
“You taste so fucking perfect,” he said.
He moved down to the bed, capturing her hips with his head poised above her pussy. He opened her pussy, and she didn’t look away even as his tongue began to attack her clit.
The sensation was out of this world. She thought she’d experienced everything, but the moment he touched her, it was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
She wanted more.
She didn’t want him to stop.
“Please,” she said.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’m not going to let go of you.”
As he stroked her clit with his tongue, his fingers moved within her and began to pump inside her.
The fire began to build, and she felt her orgasm heading toward that peak. She’d never been so aroused in all of her life, and when he toppled her over the edge, she screamed his name, driving her pelvis up against him.
She didn’t want him to stop, but then the pleasure became too much, and the moment it did, he eased up.
It was like he knew her body even better than she did.
He placed a kiss to her clit, and when she opened her eyes, which she’d closed during her orgasm, he was over her, licking his lips. “I’m going to warn you now that I’m going to want to do that more often. You’re so tasty.”
She covered her cheeks, feeling them heat. “Should you be saying things like that?”
“I’m a guy that likes to show his appreciation.” He dropped a kiss to her lips.
When his cock touched her, she felt how hard he was, and she touched his chest. He still wore a shirt, but that didn’t deter her. Running her hand down his body, she slipped her hand inside his shorts, and she gripped his shaft.
He groaned, and his hand was suddenly there, stopping her. “You don’t have to do that.”
“You’re rock-hard.”
“I can take care of it.”
She tilted her head to the side but didn’t pull away. “Are you taking care of it because you think I can’t?”
His grip on her hand loosened, and she ran her hand up and down his length, watching the pleasure flash in his gaze.
“No, I know you can take care of it.”
“Then what’s the problem?” she asked.
“I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want.”
She smiled. She couldn’t help it. He was a convict, and yet he had to be one of the sweetest people she’d ever known.
Pushing him to the side, she straddled his lap, shocking him as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I can promise you, Ryker, I no longer do anything that I don’t want to do.” She teased the hairs at the back of his neck. “And right now, I’d very much like to take care of your problem.”
She placed one of her hands between them and gripped his cock. Going from the root to the tip, she began to slide up and down his length. She felt empowered knowing that she’d caused this.
“And I hope you won’t stop me.”