Chapter 13
Daniel slaps the mat—the signal to stop sparring with Squirt. Yeah, they brought the wiry shit back. Squirt places his hands on his thighs, gasping for air, his back rising and falling quickly.
I clap his back, laughing. “Stand up. It’s easier to breathe that way.”
“Yeah,” he exhales in agreement, standing up slowly.
“If you’d quit holding your breath, you wouldn’t have as much trouble. Gotta remember to breathe. It’s pretty fucking important. I can’t believe no one has ever taught you that in all your training,” I mock.
His eyes are angry when he looks at me, but he doesn’t say a word. Smart man. I’d hate to knock his head off his shoulders. I flash him a devilish grin and leap out of the ring. I’m ready to surprise my girl. I didn’t get to see her yesterday, and when I heard her voice over the phone, it only fueled my want, my need to feel her again. She’s got a long day ahead of her and I’ll be damned if I’m going to miss anymore of her.
“You look good in there,” Daniel tells me.
“I look good anywhere,” I boast.
“Fischer is known for firing off wild but precise punches. You need to keep your guard up.”
I stop walking and look him dead in his brown ass eyes. “I’m not going to lose again.”
He nods, leaving the conversation alone. He’s fucking nuts if he thinks for one second I’d set myself up to feel the ache of losing again. That feeling crippled me. Subdued me before it finally released me back into a competent frame of mind.
I didn’t know what time she’d be home, so I rushed home, showered, and changed before heading here. She incites the fire in me to show her how badly I want to be with her. With her, all things sweet and dainty come easily as long as I’m doing it for her. I like this feeling. It’s been missed. And I didn’t realize how badly I wanted her until she wasn’t lying beside me.
I smile at my phone as it lights up with her name.
“Hey,” she sounds completely spent.
“How’d it go?” I ask.
“A few hiccups, but overall it went really well. I’m pleased. Bride and groom were beautiful and happy. So, I’d say it ended with success.”
“You sound tired,” I state.
“Exhausted. That was the biggest, most extravagant wedding I’ve organized to this day and I’m feeling it. How are you? How was practice?”
She’s never been one to talk about herself, always eager to switch the subject and find out about me. She’s far from selfish and it’s a damn good quality to hold.
“Training,” I correct her with a small laugh. “And it went well.”
“You knew what I meant,” she giggles.
“What are you doing now?” I ask, trying to hide the scheming tone.
“I’m on my way home. I need a hot shower and sleep.”
Headlights light up the interior of my truck and I grin like a winning bastard as I wait for her to comprehend it.
“Wait. Are you…What are you doing here?” She pulls into her driveway and I hop out of my truck.
She’s still holding her phone to her ear when she gathers her things and climbs out of the car. The sun has been driven out by the night, but even then, I can still see her gorgeous golden-brown eyes are wide with elation and her mouth parted slightly. I soak in the sight of her. She’s beautiful surprised, standing in a black pant suit with a hot pink button up blouse under it and black heels. Her hair is down, cascading around her face. My dick twitches.
“You’re a fucking distraction.” I smirk.
She grins. “What are you doing here?” she repeats.
I chuckle and point. “You can hang up now.”
She laughs as she pulls the phone from her ear. When I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to the house, she squeals. “Had an inkling you’d be tired today.” I kiss her cheek. “Unlock the door.”
She grips my neck with one arm and twists, putting the key in with the other. I step through and kick it shut behind me before trekking down the hallway toward her room.
“Ryker…” I hear the worry in her voice.
I smile down at her. “You’ve got the wrong idea of me, Miss Young. Toss your stuff on the bed.” She does and then I take her to the bathroom, placing her feet on the ground just outside of the shower and shove off her black blazer. “Kick off your shoes,” I whisper.
I reach in and turn on the water, adjusting it to a temperature I hope she likes.
Her tired but curious eyes remain latched on me as I untuck her shirt and start in on the buttons.
“Ryker,” she starts again, but I warn her with a stern look.
“As much as I’d love to be buried inside of you, Whit, I’m not that inconsiderate. I’m going to undress you, shower you, and if you’re not hungry, put you in the bed.”
“I can do this myself.” She tries unbuttoning her shirt but I grip her hand, forcing it to her side.
“Don’t fight me on this. You’ll lose.”
I lean back and give her a tender smile, pushing her shirt off her shoulders. Reaching around her, I unsnap her bra and of course, my dick takes notice of her bare, enticing mounds and their hard nipples perking for me. I unbutton her pants, lower her zipper, and slowly pull them down, along with a sexy as fuck lacy black thong I’ll have her wear for me another time.
Quickly, I strip out of my clothes and her eyes fall to my hard-on springing to life. I give her a lopsided smile and peer at her. “I can’t help that. He’ll be around for a while.”
I pull her into the shower. Water creeps its way around her face, down her neck, and flows between her tits, running a course down her legs.
I’ve got this.
As I bunch her hair, and lean her back further under the water, she closes her eyes and allows full trust as her arms fall to her sides. She’s unaware of the power she’s giving me, unaware of how much of it I truly need.
I squirt the floral scented shampoo in my hands and lather it in her strands before rinsing it out. She wipes the water from her eyes and leans into me, resting her head on my chest with her hand on my pec.
I hold her.
I’m in some deep shit. She’s blown my fucking mind since I’ve laid eyes on her. My chest hurts when she’s not around. My thoughts circulate around her and I yearn to be beside her every fucking second I can. I know I’m in trouble, and I don’t want to back out of it. I’m eager to show how much of me she has, giving her glimpses here and there. This is one of them. If she only knew she holds my heart, what would she do with it?
“We can’t stand here too long.” I grab her purple loofah, and squirt some more flowery shit onto it. “I’ll end up jacking off on your stomach or breaking my promise all together.”
Her lashes are matted together from the water as she peers up with provocative eyes.
“Don’t,” I warn. “You can’t look at me like that and expect me to keep myself together.”
She drags a soft hand down my chest, grazing my abs, and then grips my cock. Immediately, I grab her wrist, halting the stroking.
“Whit,” I growl. “I didn’t do this with any intentions. This is for you.”
She squeezes my dick, stretches to her tiptoes, and licks along my jawline.
Fuck.
I circle the loofah over her shoulder, guiding it over her neck, and around the curve of her tits. Her eyes flutters and she sighs, sliding her hand up and down my shaft. I tease her nipple, pinching and tugging and loving how her body reacts.
Her gaze is heated, so full of desire, it sends electricity ricocheting to the center of my nuts. Reaching up, she grabs my neck and brings me to her mouth, kissing me mindlessly. I drop the loofah and dig my fingers through her hair, deepening the kiss.
Her breath is ragged, and she lets out little whimpering moans that aren’t helping my case at fucking all. I twist us, placing her back against the wall and she wraps her leg around my waist, continuing to jack me off between our bodies. Hungrily, I cup her tit, bending so she has to quit with my cock, and suck her perky tight nipples, making sure I give them both attention. She rakes her nails along my shoulders—something I fucking ache for her to do. I lick my way back to her neck, stopping right under her ear lobe—something I know drives her fucking mad.
I graze her skin with my fingers, trailing a path to her slick heat. She sucks in a breath as I push between her folds and drive them into her. I move her leg to the side of the shower and squat in front of her, about to feast on my favorite meal.
My tongue dances around her clit while I push my fingers into her. She gasps, holding on to my shoulders and resting her head on the wall. I hold her hip to help steady her as she rocks into my face. Her head rolls forward and her body tenses, her knees bending under pressure.
I drive deeper, sweeping my tongue faster. Her breaths are labored. Her body jerks as shudders roll through her body.
“Oh!” she moans, pulling the ever-living fuck out of my hair.
My dick is pissed.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers and I pump them into her sedulously. She shoves my head away, stopping my assault against her throbbing nub, but I continue to finger fuck the hell out of her, and she rocks into them, fucking them back, riding out her ravenous wave.
Watching her from this angle—up her body as she moans, whimpers, trembles, and writhes through the steam—is motherfucking indescribable. I’m completely trans-fucking-fixed.
Slowly, I stand, dragging my tongue up her body and giving her a soft kiss. “You’re fucking exquisite.”
She smiles lazily and tries to stroke my dick again, but I stop her.
“Tonight is for you. I’ll be fine,” I lie. My balls are going to constrict so tightly my dick will fall the fuck off.
Blue balls is putting it fucking lightly.
I finish washing her with a painful hard-on and then dry us off before pulling the covers back and making her lie down.
“Before you go to sleep, do I leave or stay?” I ask.
“Stay,” she whispers quietly and I can’t tell if she’s being timid, or if she’s that damn tired. Either way, it’s the fucking answer I wanted.
I tug her against me, and she rests on my shoulder. Nothing else is said as the darkness engulfs the room. My dick finally settles the fuck down just as her breathing levels out.
I lie here, staring off into the blackness. I’m content. The unwanted bastard feeling not only has warmed up to me, it’s swallowed me whole.
I kiss the side of her head when I know for sure she’s asleep. “I can fight the biggest men, yet I’m scared to death to tell you exactly what you have me feeling,” I whisper with a pounding heart in my throat. It’s been years since I’ve even thought about saying those words to anyone other than Gracie.