Chapter Four
Ryker only had so much control, and with her hand on his dick, he didn’t see a problem with her helping him at all. So long as she knew that it was him, and no one else. He watched her face as she touched him, her hand moving up and down his length, driving him crazy already.
There had been many times in the past few weeks that he’d taken care of his hard-on. His cock had been hard as fucking rock, desperate to be inside her, and he’d spilled his cum into the shower, watching the milky strands disappear down the drain.
All of his fantasies were the same, and they were all focused around this woman.
She was so fucking beautiful, and she tempted him in ways that drove him crazy.
When her tongue flicked across her lips, he knew what she was thinking, and he didn’t have a problem with that, not in the slightest.
“I want to taste you, like you tasted me.”
“Only if you want to.”
She slammed her lips against his. “I don’t do anything that I don’t want.”
Scarlett moved off his lap, and he gripped the sheets beneath him, watching her stare at his length. He reclined a little, and watching her lick the tip that already had pre-cum spilling out was fucking incredible.
Her tits hung down, and the only thing he was missing was a mirror so he could look at her cunt and ass.
He was addicted to her body.
Every single curve was a temptation to him.
Ryker moaned as her lips took the head of his cock, sucking on it. She pulled away, and the next time she took more of his cock. Her hand moved from the root going to her lips then back down again as she pulled off his dick.
The pleasure was intense and instant, and he didn’t want her to stop.
He had to grit his teeth to stop himself from moaning, or from startling her. This was all Scarlett, and the last thing he wanted to do was force her, or to make her uncomfortable.
She swallowed more of him down, and he closed his eyes, counting to ten.
When he hit the back of her throat, and he felt her swallow, he nearly blew right there.
“I’m not going to last much longer, Scarlett. If you don’t want to be … ugh, have my cum in your mouth, you’re going to have to stop.”
She didn’t stop. She sucked him down and bobbed her head.
“Oh, fuck,” he said, finding his release.
He expected her to jump back, to be afraid, or something.
She didn’t.
Scarlett swallowed him down, taking every last drop and milking him for more.
When he couldn’t take anymore, she eased off, sitting back and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I didn’t … scare you, did I?” she asked.
He chuckled. “You couldn’t scare me. I was worried that I … brought back bad memories.”
The smile on her lips didn’t reach her eyes. “It was a long time ago. I’m twenty-eight years old. My dad stopped everything on my sixteenth birthday. I’ve done all the counseling and everything. I just … don’t treat me like I’ll break, or like that matters.”
“Do a lot of people treat you that way?”
“A lot of people refuse to forget, or just treat me like I don’t exist.”
“Why move to the town where everyone knows you, and they know what happened?”
Scarlett tilted her head to the side. He liked that she hadn’t tried to hide her body from him. Her tits were exposed. Her hands rested on her knees, and she looked so relaxed, so calm.
There was a flush to her skin, and he wanted to touch her. He didn’t want to stop touching her.
“I like it here. Why should I have to live somewhere else?”
“If you ever want to get away from people looking at you like you’re damaged.”
She shrugged. “It doesn’t matter. I like it here. This is my home, and you should be a little thankful. Not a lot of people come up here, and a lot of people treat me like a stranger anyway. They don’t like the thought of getting their fancy cars stranded.”
“You drove up here really well.”
“That’s because I’m used to it, but if there’s a heavy rainfall, I have to walk. Snow keeps me up here as well.”
He reached out, cupping her cheek. “I know you want me to leave, but I don’t want to go, not yet.”
“I don’t want you to leave. I’m going to help you, Ryker.” She pressed her cheek against his palm, and fuck it if that didn’t make him feel a whole shit load of things.
He was falling for this woman, and now that he’d had a taste of her, he knew he wasn’t ever going to be able to walk away.
Ryker didn’t doubt that his name would be cleared. He had all the evidence, and some of the men he’d met on the inside had warned him that he had to make sure people thought he was either dead or in a different country.
She pressed a kiss against his palm. “I’m going to take a shower, and then I’ll make us some breakfast.”
He watched her climb off the bed and walk away.
Her ass captured his attention, and collapsing to the bed, he rubbed at his eyes. “You cannot fall in love. You cannot fall in love.”
Even as he kept on speaking those words to himself, he knew he was already doomed. There was something about Scarlett, and it wasn’t because she’d had her mouth on his dick, and swallowed his cum. It was something more.
He wanted to protect her, to chase away the bad memories, and be the one guy that never let her down.
His life had just become a lot more complicated.
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Ryker chopped the salad while she cooked up the marinated chicken. Every now and then, Scarlett kept looking at him, wondering if he thought about this morning. She couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Did he enjoy it?
She knew he did because he’d come, but she wondered if he was regretting it.
When he moved past her, he placed his hands on her hips and kissed her neck before grabbing something out of the fridge. He’d been doing that all day. Touching her, finding a reason to be near her, and she wasn’t about to turn him down.
Scarlett adored his touch, craved it even, and she certainly didn’t want it to end.
When the chicken was cooked, she placed it on the platter and focused on the next thing she wanted to do. Tomorrow’s dinner was steak, and once again, she was using all of her seasonings to create even more flavor. She loved spices and experimenting in the kitchen, even if some things were awful.
He grated up some cheese and tossed the salad together with the dressing ingredients. He liked a lot of garlic, and she didn’t have the heart to tell him that she hated it raw and wouldn’t enjoy it. Still, she loved watching him when he tried something.
Prison couldn’t have been fun, especially prison food.
The pleasure on his face at each little morsel of food was a testament to that.
Chopping up the chicken that had rested, she placed it on top of their salad, and they took a seat at the table.
After their time together in the bedroom and after breakfast, Ryker had been repairing some loose floorboards, while she’d been going around removing her pictures, replacing them with different images.
“I was wondering if you’d start a small fire in the barbeque pit,” she said.
“Sure thing. Why? You want to have some grilled food?” he asked.
“No. I want to burn those pictures.” She didn’t know why she’d kept them. Cutting that evil bastard out of each picture had been freeing, but now, they were just a reminder that she really didn’t want or need.
“He was in your life for a long time?” Ryker asked.
She paused with a piece of chicken near her mouth. “He got into my mom’s good graces, and then she wouldn’t get rid of him.” She shrugged. “In the beginning he wasn’t all that bad. It was later, and I don’t want to talk about it.”
Talking was something she’d done enough of.
He reached out, grabbing her hand. “I’m here.”
“I know.” She looked at him. “He’s never coming back.”
“Your stepfather?”
“Yes, he’s dead.” She didn’t elaborate any further on what her real dad had done, nor did Ryker ask for more.
Her father had killed him, and saved his daughter. There was nothing more to be said. Afterward, no one sent her father to prison, but that was because he handed her the gun once he’d done it, and told her that she didn’t have to be afraid anymore.
She told the cops that she couldn’t take it anymore, and reported the years of abuse.
It had all been wrapped up nice and tight.
She pushed some of her salad around her plate, and Ryker chuckled. “You know I’m not a monster, right?”
“I know.”
“So, why didn’t you just tell me that you hated garlic?” he asked.
“You love it.”
“But I also saw that every time a recipe calls for raw garlic, you cross it out, and it has the word ‘yuck’ next to it.”
He got up from the table, and she watched as he pulled another plate from the fridge. She’d been so lost in her own little world that she’d not seen him serve up three people. “Dressing without garlic.” He winked at her. “Enjoy.”
Okay, now that had to be one of the sweetest things she’d ever seen. “You knew?”
“I knew, but I was hoping you’d tell me. I love all food, but I need to know what you love and hate if we’re going to make this work.”
“Make this work?”
He took a deep breath. “I want to make us work.”
“Us?”
This time he laughed, and she joined him. “You keep repeating everything I say.”
“I’m sorry.”
He took her hand, and she stared down at his much larger one. “When my name is cleared, I want to come back here. I want to live with you, and to stay with you. I’m hoping you’ll give me a chance, and us a chance.”
“You want a relationship?”
“Yes. I’m not promising it will be easy, but I like you, Scarlett. I enjoy living here. The peace, the quiet, and I love watching you sleep.”
“Is that what won you over?” she asked, feeling her cheeks heat. She loved it when she woke and he was there, watching her.
He made her feel safe and warm. She didn’t want to lose that feeling.
“That and the fact you don’t fart or snore.”
She pulled away, covering her cheeks. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe you just said that.”
He laughed. “I’m being serious here, Scarlett. I like you, a lot. I want to make this work.”
She leaned in close and pressed a kiss to his lips. “Then I want you to make love to me, and I don’t want you to be afraid.”
“You want that?”
“Yes, I do.” She placed a hand on his chest. He was so warm, always so warm. “Is it wrong that I want you?”
“No, it’s not wrong.”
“I’m fat,” she said, blurting out the words.
She saw the frown on his face. “Okay, I don’t agree with that.” He held her hip. “I don’t think you’re fat.”
“He told me I was that I was lucky to get his attention because no one wanted a fat chick.”
“That man is lucky he’s dead otherwise I would be committing murder.”
“Don’t, please, don’t see me any differently,” she said.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m not broken, Ryker. I’m fine. I’m healed, and I want this. When you look at me, please don’t see him.”
He cupped her face with both of his hands, tilting her head back. “I’d never do that. When I look at you, Scarlett, I only ever see you. No one else matters to me but you.” He leaned in close and pressed his lips against hers.