Ryder had told himself they could stay platonic.
Liar.
As long as they didn’t tell anyone and kept their relationship a secret from Keane, Ryder could protect her and Maddox.
Tonight, in this room, it was only them. Top and bottom. Two lovers safely playing. Discovering. His sweet Jane had shown hints of a wild side. By refusing to undress for him, she’d practically begged for a punishment. Now bent over her bed, hands bound with her shirt and her ass a beautiful shade of red, she was ready to admit to it. “Yes,” she said, confirming his suspicion. “I wanted to see what you would do.”
“And now that you know? Will you disrespect my wishes again in the bedroom?”
She turned her face away from him, but he didn’t miss the cheeky smile on her face. “Probably.”
He’d show her cheeky.
Chuckling, he squeezed the globes of her ass and pulled them apart, exposing that secret part of her to his view. His cock hardened to the point of pain as he thought about how tight she’d be inside there. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?”
“If you’re lucky.” She jerked as he tucked his pinky between her cheeks and crouched behind her to get closer.
He dragged his tongue up her crack, adding some lubrication to ease his next move.
“What are you doing?” She swept out her leg, attempting to move away from him.
He bit the bottom of her butt cheek in warning. “Stop or I’ll give you another ten spanks, only this time, I’ll give them to your pussy, and I’ll make sure that they fucking hurt.” He continued his mission and laved her hole before sliding his pinky in to his first knuckle. She moaned and pushed her ass out, which to him, was like an invitation for more. Unfortunately, it was an invitation he’d have to postpone for another time. “I can’t wait to claim this ass.”
“Claim it?” Her voice wavered.
Hell yes. When it came to Jane, he felt like a fucking caveman, ready to fight anyone who dared put his hands on her. “I want all of you.” He wiggled his finger around to give her an idea of how sensitive the area was and how much she had to look forward to in the near future. “What makes you think I’ll let you?” she asked sassily.
“Aw, sweet, sweet Jane.” He replaced his pinky with his thumb and pushed it all the way in, enjoying the way she gasped at the invasion. “Because underneath the businesswoman persona that you show the world, you’re a dirty girl who’s been waiting for the right man to bring her out.”
Her muscles clenched around his thumb. “And you think that man is you?”
“Why don’t you sit on my face and find out?”
“I don’t know what that means,” she said quietly.
He momentarily froze. Even knowing she was sexually inexperienced, he hadn’t anticipated how much she had to learn.
And how much he was going to enjoy teaching her.
“Give me a moment and I’ll show you. Don’t move until I tell you.” He removed his thumb and quickly snatched a baby wipe off the changing table to clean his hands. When he returned to her, he tugged her shirt off her arms, freeing her from her makeshift bonds. Staring at her ass and weirdly proud of the way it glowed from his hands, he retrieved a condom from his wallet and took off his clothes until he was as naked as Jane. Then he went to the side of the bed and lay down in the middle. After scooting down a few inches, he grabbed a pillow and tucked it under his head.
Jane eyed him warily.
“Come up here,” he ordered. Frowning with confusion, she crawled up the bed beside his body. “Now put your knees next to my ears.”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted. “Oh.”
She got it now.
A blush stained her cheeks. He would’ve laughed at her naïveté, but he didn’t want to offend her and it would probably kill the mood. Besides, he was too busy salivating over the pink flesh she exposed as she spread her legs and lifted herself over his chest.
Her dark curls were slick with proof of her arousal.
He couldn’t wait another second to taste her.
“Bring your pussy directly over my mouth and hold on to the top of the headboard. If you let go, I’ll stop.” He flashed her a grin. “And, Jane, something tells me you definitely won’t want me to stop.”
Hesitating, she bit her lip, and for a second he thought she might not do it. Although he’d tasted her before, this position was much more intimate and obviously made her uncomfortable.
Bet it would only take thirty seconds before he tongue-fucked the uncomfortable straight out of her.
Gaze locked with his, she slid up his chest, leaving a wet trail along the way, until her sex hovered right over his lips. She reached out and gripped the headboard, putting her at the perfect angle for him to eat her.
Good thing because he was starving.
On a growl, he gripped her inner thighs and swiped the flat of his tongue from her opening to her fully exposed clit. All it would take was a few swirls of his tongue on it and she’d come for him. But he wasn’t ready for her to blow quite yet. Not until she was writhing and begging above him, desperate for her release.
His cock was throbbing and dripping with precum, but for the first time, he craved his lover’s release more than his own. He dove in, thrusting his tongue as deep as it could go and then flicking it until he found a spot that caused Jane to buck and moan. Using his hands, he forced Jane up and brought her back down, helping her find a rhythm that would drive her out of her mind. She caught on quickly and rode his tongue as if it were his cock, grinding on it and swerving her hips.
“It’s not enough,” she wailed with her head thrown back in pleasure. “Fuck me, Ryder. I need you to fuck me.”
Hell yeah, he was gonna fuck her. “Not until you come in my mouth.” He strummed her needy clit under his thumb and within seconds, felt her channel spasm around his tongue. A rush of liquid bathed his mouth. It tasted different than her arousal. Sweeter. More potent. More…Jane.
On a loud sigh, she lifted herself off his mouth and fell onto the mattress beside him. Her hair was plastered to the side of her sweaty face and her cheeks were red from exertion. She looked well fucked.
Well wasn’t good enough.
“On your hands and knees. Ass facing me,” he ordered gruffly.
She gave him a lazy smile and, as he snagged the condom off the nightstand, followed his directions without complaint.
His cock twitched when he saw her ass was still red. She was definitely going to feel it tomorrow. Satisfaction filled him from knowing that every time she sat down, she’d think of him.
Doggy-style fucking might seem a bit tame for the average person, but it was all new to Jane. Besides, once he got her into his own bed, he’d explore all the creative ways to fuck her. He could just see her hanging from his ceiling, her legs wide open.
He palmed his length and squeezed. If he could fill both holes at the same time with his cock he would.
But here, now, he was going to take her pussy and take it hard.
He rolled the condom down his length, hissing at his cock’s sensitivity, and notched his tip to her opening. “On all fours like that, with your red ass and your juices running down your thighs, you look every bit the dirty girl I knew you were.”
She peered over her shoulder. “Only for you.”
Her words held magic, feeding the possessive bastard inside of him. He was the first man inside her body and if he had his way, he’d be the last.
“Grab on to the blanket, dirty girl,” he warned, sliding his cock into her heat, “’cause I’m about to give you the ride of your life.”
Needing an anchor himself, he curled his hands over her hips and pushed himself all the way in, feeling her ripple around him.
From base to tip, hot pressure squeezed him. He groaned, his eyes practically rolling back in his head from the sensation. On the verge of release, his balls drew up tight and liquid heat shot through his groin. Damn it, he hadn’t even begun to fuck her yet, and he was about to blow.
Better make it count, then.
His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise her as he slammed himself into her. In fact, if he hadn’t been holding on to her, he’d probably knock her right off the bed with the force. But she didn’t complain or call out her safe word. Instead, she arched her spine and met him thrust for thrust. Like a song, she chanted his name, every now and then throwing in a few prayers to God to break up the monotony.
“Ryder, I need—”
“I’ve got you, dirty girl.” He reached around and flicked her clit.
It was all she needed. She cried out as her legs trembled and her pussy clamped down on him, over and over. He wanted to hold off, to give her one more orgasm, but he’d been riding the edge for an hour and her contractions set him off. The pressure in his groin hit its pinnacle and his climax barreled into him, emptying his mind and his cock as spurt after spurt of come filled the condom.
He didn’t know how it was possible, but every time they fucked was better than the last.
Catching his breath, he wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her to him. They fell backward and collapsed together on the mattress. Sighing with what he hoped was contentment, she rested her head on his chest and brushed her hand over the patch of hair on his lower stomach.
Her skin was pink and sweaty, her hair frizzy and wild, and all her makeup was smeared around her eyes. And she had never looked more beautiful.
Her hair tickled him as she lifted her head. “I need to tell you something.”
“What’s that?” he asked, sweeping back the strands that fell over her eyes and tucking them behind her ear. Of course, her silky hair fell forward almost immediately.
“Earlier today, your father asked me to…get to know you.”
He froze as his stomach rolled and bitterness replaced the sweetness in his mouth. “What?”
Jane pressed her lips together. “He told me that he witnessed the sparks between us and thought I could”—she shook her head—“date you and use the opportunity to convince you that he’s changed.”
Leave it to Keane to ruin a perfect moment.
Ryder sat up, needing a bit of space. “Is that why you agreed to have dinner with me tonight?”
“No,” she said gently. She held the blanket to her chest, covering herself as she sat up too. “Even if I didn’t know how you feel about him, I’m not the type of person who would do that. If anything, it made me less inclined to date you.”
He wanted to believe her. If she really had slept with him as a favor to his father, she wouldn’t have brought this subject up to him, right?
Or had Tristan been right?
Did Ryder suffer from a blind spot when it came to Jane?
No.
He shook off his doubts, knowing it had nothing to do with Jane and everything to do with his father. Keane was the one he didn’t trust.
Running his fingers through his hair, he got off the bed. “Keane wears a very good mask, but make no mistake…he’s a monster, Jane. The things he’s done…things he’s gotten away with…It kills me to even have you working for him, to tell you the truth. For Keane, people are just chess pieces to move around on a board. He plays with lives without any regard to feelings.”
“Okay, I admit he can be manipulative, but a monster?” Jane said, frowning. “That’s pretty extreme. Are you sure you’re not exaggerating?”
He wished. But after years of witnessing his father’s misdeeds, he knew exactly what that man was capable of. “So you’ve never witnessed anything suspicious going on at McKay?” he probed.
Her eyes widened momentarily before returning to normal. Turning her back to him, she walked to her dresser. “No. Why would you ask that?” She pulled out an oversized Michigan State T-shirt and slid it over her naked body.
He didn’t believe her.
But he wouldn’t push her on it…for now.
That didn’t mean he’d allow her to continue putting herself in harm’s way.
He scooped his clothes off the floor and began dressing. “Because I don’t have any proof to offer you of my father’s misdeeds, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t occur.”
Misdeeds that continued to haunt his nightmares.
Once he finished putting on his clothes, he crossed over to her and took her hands in his. “You and Maddox are mine now and I take care of what’s mine. Be a stay-at-home mom to Maddox or find another job that isn’t for my father. Anything you want. Just quit your job at McKay.”
She wrenched her hands out of his. “Quit? Even if I wanted to—which I don’t—I can’t just quit. I’m a division head at a multi-million-dollar corporation. I barely know you and you barely know me.” Her fists went to her hips. “Just because you’re Maddox’s biological father doesn’t mean you have the right to tell me what to do and how to live my life. I won’t throw away my career because you have some daddy issues.”
He took a step toward her. “Jane—”
She lifted a hand, signaling him to stay away from her. “Get out.”
Her rejection was like a lance to his chest.
“I’m not giving up on us, Jane.” But he’d give her some time to cool off and reconsider. As he walked out of the room, he gave her one last glance over shoulder. “Happy Thanksgiving.”