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The next morning, I expected to wake up and find Ryder in my living room passed out on the couch. Nope, no such luck. He was gone, like a thief in the night taking with him a piece of my heart.

Deal was five orgasms and he could stay with me for a month, I’d only had four. So, I was feeling a little high on life, but not really. I almost felt depressed he was gone. Maybe depression wasn’t the right term, but there was a sadness.

I continued throughout my day as I watched a little t.v after showering my sex-induced sweat off my body. Just before noon there was a knock on my door.

Answering it, I saw Ryder standing there with a huge smile. He had two bags in his hands, and looked yummy enough to eat.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I’m moving in for the month, remember?”

I stopped him from entering and shook my head, eyes wide. “No, deal was five orgasms. I only had four, sorry.” I giggled slightly as he pushed his way inside.

“No, actually the deal was I could make you come four or more times in one night and I stay here for a month.”

What was he jabbering on about?

I almost wished I had a stenographer handy, as I remember him saying five. “No, I don’t think so.”

“I know so.” And he walked in like he owned the place and set his bags down.

I shut the door, unsure of what to do and felt like this guy was certifiably crazy. Of course, I wanted to have sex with him again, who wouldn’t…but I needed to keep those thoughts and actions to myself.

“Whatever, what is wrong with you?”

“I don’t want to be this way anymore. I don’t want to have sex with random girls, so I need somewhere to stay and figured this was my best option.” He moved over to the couch and sat his sexy ass down as I followed after him.

“What about Mark?”

“Nah, I like it here more.”

“You’re crazy.” I shook my head at him and he laughed. A full, deep belly laugh which in turn made me crack up.

So, we watched a little television, nothing too serious and then I made some lunch for the two of us. I was nervous at first about what would be expected of me, I mean did he want sex again? I wasn’t too sure, but after a while it became all too comfortable.

My phone dinged in the middle of Desperate Housewives, yeah get a load of that, Ryder was on my couch watching reality t.v.

I moved into the kitchen to check my phone and saw a missed text from Grant. I blew out a breath, a loud one, like loud enough for Ryder to hear and he turned his head.

“Everything okay in there?” he asked.

“Yeah.” I glanced at the text again and read it over again.

Can I come over tonight?

Isn’t it funny how you can be totally alone, no men in your life and then all of sudden you have too many to count. Okay, two isn’t too many to count, but it was so unlike me. I guess when it rains it pours. I decided to ignore the message hoping Grant would get the hint, and went back into the living room with Ryder.

We watched t.v. well into the night, and after a while I grew tired. Ryder and I kissed, and then I made my way into my bedroom.

The kiss, of course it was hot. Hot enough to melt my panties, but when he pulled back it almost appeared he was afraid. So I didn’t question it and just said ‘Goodnight’ and walked to my room.

Oh, I still hadn’t asked him anything about why he said my name when he was having sex with that hooker. Right, she wasn’t a hooker, but I mean she looked and acted like one, except for the whole taking money thing. Whatever, in my mind she was trash.

Tossing and fighting with my covers like they were the hooker, I finally fell asleep.

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When I awoke in the morning, Ryder was gone…again. And, for the next three days every morning when I woke up he was nowhere to be found.

When he would come back, he was always a little distant.

“Hey,” I said when he came back from wherever he went in the mornings.

“Hey, yourself. Do you work tonight?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yep,” he said.

“Can I ask you where you went this morning?” And every morning.

His sexy eyes met mine, and he laughed. Oh no more laughter, anytime I’d ask him something he would laugh it off.

“I went home.” He walked into the kitchen where I was enjoying some shredded oats and took a seat in a stool next to me.

“Oh no please don’t tell me you’re married.” This was it. The only explanation. He had a family he was neglecting.

“No, not married. I went home to water my plants.”

Seriously? Who does this? And, most importantly why weren’t we having sex anymore?

We had the one night, and I wanted him more and more, but he never made a move on me. I glanced down to my shredded oats and dropped my spoon in the bowl.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, fine.”

He hopped off the stool as I sat there like a dummy. I didn’t know what to say to him. I wanted to know so much more about him, I wanted to know where he lived, and why he wasn’t staying there.

There was an idea brewing in my mind, and by this time tomorrow I would have some answers.

We went off to work later in the evening, and work went by in a rush. Ryder flirted with every woman around, and my jealousy was off the charts. Was he trying to make me jealous?

When the night was almost over I saw Waverly standing near the bar and rushed over to him.

“What are you doing here, hot stud?” I asked.

“Checking out the fine piece of ass behind the bar.”

For a split second the image of just how fine Ryder’s ass was flashed through my mind. I shook my head quickly, trying to erase the image like an etch-a-sketch.

“Oh, well I’m glad to see you. He’s actually staying with me.” I don’t know why I offered up that information, maybe I was proud, or wanted Waverly to be jealous. God dammit, I wanted to make someone jealous tonight. Ryder hadn’t even glanced my way all night, not once.

“What?” Oh, I had Waverly’s attention now. All of his muscles went rigid as he stood there looking at me as if I had two heads, or maybe three.

“Yeah, he needed a place to stay.”

“And? Are you and he an item? Grant says you haven’t called him in a few days.”

I scrunched my face at him as I thought about Grant. “Ugh, don’t remind me.”

“Girl, there’s something going on with you. You’d better spill it,” Waverly said.

At that moment, I saw one of my tables being sat and was thankful for the reprieve. “Hate to drop a bomb and run, but I have to get their drink order. Don’t leave we will catch up.”

I walked away from Waverly as I went over to the booth and had to deal with an already intoxicated rowdy bunch.

At the end of the night, Waverly must have left because I didn’t see him anywhere. When I got to the lockers, Marissa cornered me.

“Hey, Helena. I’m going to invite Ryder over tonight.” She was brimming with a cheery disposition I found nauseating.

My brain was banging inside of my head, begging to be freed. I couldn’t think anymore about anything. Sensory overload, or something like that. I just wanted to take a bath, and curl up and read a book. Although, I’d never read a book completely in my life. It was something I was willing to do though to get away from all of the stress everyone was causing me.

“That’s great.” I smiled and pushed my way past her.

When I walked out of the break room, I slammed the bathroom door in and walked in pissed off. I clamped my finger at the bridge of my nose, and wanted a nice shot of something liquid. Something that would make my brain swim, and my blood become intoxicated. Does that make sense? Well, it made sense in my mind, and luckily that’s where we were right now.

Lost in deep thought in my fucked up mind, images slammed in my vision of Ryder’s mouth on my breasts, Ryder’s tongue on my vagina. Why couldn’t I think straight?

When I stepped out of the bathroom, I saw Marissa and Ryder chatting away like two eighty-year-old women, red hats and all.

They weren’t wearing red hats, but that’s all I saw….RED!

I trudged through the back door, and took in the balmy air. Spring was so close to making its presence known in New York, and I rushed to the subway entrance when I heard footsteps behind me. I didn’t turn around, and tried to remember these ninja skills I said I had. Okay, maybe I didn’t have ninja skills per se, but I’d watched a few kung fu movies to understand the gist of it. I reached in the bag and wrapped my fingers around the pepper spray. The footsteps drew closer, and I pulled it out.

A hand touched my shoulder, heart pounding, I whipped around and sprayed the aerosol can at my attacker.

“What the fuck, Helena,” Ryder screamed.

He knelt over with both hands rubbing his eyes. I thought he had hung back at the bar with Marissa, my ex-friend.

“Oh my God, Ryder. I’m so sorry.” I leaned over and patted his back, sure it doesn’t do anything for pepper spray directly to the eye, but I felt bad enough.

He stood, after coughing uncontrollably for a minute or two and his eyes were so red, I felt bad.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.”

“Remind me not to sneak up on you ever again,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

“Why did you? Why didn’t you call out my name?”

“I didn’t think you would try to kill me.”

“I didn’t try to kill you, such a drama queen,” I said with a small smile.

Even after being pepper sprayed the man was still gorgeous. It just wasn’t fair to other men. His eyes ran over me like a marathon runner aiming for the gold medal as I sucked in a breath.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What do you mean, I’m headed home.”

“Well, I’m going with you. I thought we would go together.”

I turned on my heel to continue my walk as he rushed to catch up. My foul mood dissipated some after I realized I hurt him with the pepper spray, but still something was off about him. I didn’t know if I had the energy to even figure out what it was anymore.

We made it to my apartment without incident, and after I showered and put on fresh clothes, Ryder stood by my door, watching me. No, not while I dressed. He came to my door once I was all finished….geeze.

His piercing eyes well they fucking pierced right through me, and I couldn’t catch my breath. I wanted him, again but didn’t know if it was wise to make a move.

Well, lucky for me it didn’t matter what I thought because Ryder pounced on me like a Sumo wrestler attacking his opponent.

My hands flew to my mouth when Ryder yanked my pants down my legs, and the force he was controlling me with was such a turn on. I didn’t have time to react, or think even. His body owned me, and when he brought his lips to mine, fireworks exploded. Maybe not fireworks, but something shifted between us, and my heart pounded against my chest.

Ryder climbed on top of me and his hand ran down my sides landing on the juncture of my thighs. His warm breath skated across my ear as he let out a low moan. God, what was he doing to me?

Every dirty novel you’ve ever read, every porno movie you’ve ever seen, had nothing on the way this man was touching me. One hand had already taken off my shirt and bra, the other continued rubbing my wet heat.

His tongue traced mine as my mind caught up to what we were doing. The sensation he was causing deep within me was driving me batty. Freaking batty.

I loved every feel, every erotic touch. His erection pressed against my thigh while I bucked my hips underneath him.

“Do you want me, Helena?”

“Yes, fuck yes,” I screamed.

“Tell me, tell me what you want.”

He stood from me as I lay there panting, he lowered his jeans to the floor, discarding his boxers in the process. His smile broke free across his face as his eyes raked over me. His body was pure sex, his eyes were trance-like as he gazed into mine.

“I want you to fuck me, Ryder,” I said, hoping, wishing, praying he would.

“Where?”

“Everywhere,” I yelled.

Pleased with my answer, he climbed onto the bed and hovered over me. He brought his lips down, and I leaned up to taste them.

They tasted so good, so damn good. He leaned back a bit and grabbed his throbbing cock in his hand. He pumped it a few times while his eyes caught mine.

“I want you so bad, Helena. I don’t know what you’re doing to me.” He pushed himself inside me after he had the condom in place.

It felt so good, so big. His dick was stretching me out, but I loved every moment of sex with him. He watched my face like I was made of glass and he was afraid of shattering me. My hand flew to the side of his cheek in a tender touch as I brought him down. Our lips hovered over each other, and that’s when I noticed the intense feeling my body was building to. My orgasm was close, showing her existence looming closer.

“Ryder, please.”

“Please, what? What do you need Helena, tell me you need my cock? Tell me you need me.”

I told him, and I repeated it so he knew I meant it. He rocked into me harder, going deeper than before. My legs wrapped around his back, and he reached behind him to trace his fingers along my calf. It was sexy.

“Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me.”

I screamed it back to him, begging for release. The feelings were building and I would tell him anything to have him never stop.

“Tell me, Helena.” The way he moaned my name, the way his eyes held mine- it was too much. Too insane.

I told him again how badly I wanted him as he kept up his punishing pace.

“Tell me you love my cock,” he groaned out.

“I love it. I love your cock,” I cried. And by crying, I was almost in tears of how emotional I was feeling, how insane our connection was. His chest pressed against my hard nipples, his hands running in my hair, across my cheek, and down my body. His breath across my lips, I begged for more.

“Tell me you love my cock, tell me you love…”

My mind was hazy, enjoying this moment. In this moment, I knew what Ryder wanted me to say, but how could I say that to him. How could I tell him I love him? Did he love me? No, crazy.

He begged me to tell him, pleading to my inner girly emotions. You know, the emotions that want the great love affair. The part of every girl that wants the romance. The great love story. The epic man.

This wasn’t me, was it? I was growing confused as my body was coming close to unraveling, and I clamped my mouth shut for fear of shouting at the top of my lungs I was in love with him.

His body picked up, as my body slammed down all around me. My orgasm ebbed and flowed like the ocean. My body shook and spasmed as he followed right after me. Shouting my name as he came.

He snuck a glance at me as he made his way out the door to head to the bathroom. When he came back, we kissed and then fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was the first time we actually slept in the same bed together…like just slept.