Chapter Thirteen
Ryker
Ever since that conversation in the shower, things had been different with Austen—in a good way. There was no trepidation, no secrets. I could be myself around her completely, and I sensed she felt the same way.
I offered to take her out to dinner since dinner was something we’d never done before. Normally, we screwed at my place, and I made something afterward. But now that the weight of expectations was completely gone, it felt like two friends having dinner together.
We went to a nice place on the Upper East Side, a restaurant I used to go to all the time when I particularly wanted to impress a woman. I didn’t have that intention with Austen because she and I were in a good place. But that didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy taking out a beautiful woman for a nice evening.
We shared a bottle of wine, and I ordered the New York strip, and she had the pork chops. Candles were lit on all the tables, and couples spoke quietly from their secluded booths. A small glass vase contained a single red rose. It was definitely a romantic place.
She looked beautiful in a black dress with curled hair. Her lips were painted red, and she wore that dark eye makeup I liked. She was definitely the most beautiful woman in the world with those long legs and flawless skin.
And I got to take her home.
“This place is fancy pants,” she said as she eyed the other tables. “I’ve always been a Taco Bell lady myself.”
I chuckled. “Taco Bell is great—once in a while.”
“This wine is awesome. How did you know?”
I used to date a woman who ran a vineyard. She knew a lot about wine, and when we weren’t screwing, I learned a few things from her. “Someone introduced me to it. I’m glad you like it.”
She devoured all the bread in the basket then moved on to her next glass of wine. Sometimes she made eyes at me across the table, the blue color beautiful and vibrant. She wanted to sink her claws into me.
I knew her well enough that I could tell.
“There’s something I want to ask you…”
“To shack up in the bathroom?” I waggled my eyebrows.
She laughed like she thought I was joking. “This place is too fancy for that. In a bar, sure. In a Taco Bell, absolutely. But not something this swanky.”
“Damn. I should have taken you to Taco Bell, then.”
She laughed again, the sound spectacular on my ears. “As much as I love Taco Bell, I can tell this place is gonna be a million times better.”
I watched her sip her wine again while I waited for her question. My legs were crossed at the ankle under the table while I held my hands in my lap. I hadn’t worn slacks and a collared shirt since I left COLLECT, but now I was back in my old attire. I preferred jeans and a t-shirt. That was a big reason why I loathed getting another job. “What’s your question, sweetheart?”
“Well…” She leaned forward over the table, her cleavage on display. I suspect she didn’t realize it because she probably wouldn’t lean so far forward if she did.
I kept my eyes on hers since this seemed important.
“I have this wedding to go to next Saturday. I was wondering if you would be my date.”
That was it? “Sure. Can I fuck you in the bathroom there?”
“Absolutely,” she said with a chuckle. “But there are some stipulations.”
“Such as?”
“My brother is gonna be there. Not sure if that’s weird for you.”
Liam didn’t seem to care if I dated his sister, so it shouldn’t be a problem. We weren’t really dating anyway, so it shouldn’t matter. “It’s not. What’s the second one?”
“This is the bigger issue…”
“Okay.” Now I was eager for her to spit it out.
“Nathan is going to be there.”
The second she said his name, my vision turned red. Austen and I had only become close recently, but the idea of anyone hurting her like that was disgusting. He had the perfect woman, and he chose to trade her in for some faithless whore. I’d love to pop one right in his jaw. Fucking shithead.
“I would just not go but—”
“Don’t not go because of him. Don’t let him dictate your life.” She’d better show up, her head held high.
“I agree. But I think it would be a lot easier if he thought I was seeing someone…”
Now her request became clear. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?”
“Exactly,” she said. “When he realizes I’m seeing someone, I think he’ll move on and bug someone else.”
“You don’t think he’ll assume it’s an act?” He knew she’d been single for the past few years. He might figure out it was just a stunt.
“I doubt it. That doesn’t sound like something I would do. And I wouldn’t be asking you now if we weren’t already sleeping together. It’s not like it’s completely false, you know?”
“I get what you’re saying.”
“So if you don’t want to do—”
“I’d love to be your date, sweetheart. And I’ll make him wonder what your face looks like when I’m fucking you. I’ll make him wonder if I make you come harder than he ever did. I’ll make him question ever leaving you for that classless cunt. Don’t worry about it.”
Her fingers moved through her hair as she took me in, the heat entering her gaze. She parted her lips slightly like she needed more air from what her body just experienced. She sipped her wine then licked her lips, the skin of her chest reddening slightly.
I knew what all those signs meant. “Want to take the food to go?”
“Oh, thank god.”
***
I moved on top of her on the bed, my favorite position to take her in. She spread her legs to me, her fingers digging into my hips as she yanked me toward her, desperate for my enormous cock to stretch her wide apart. Her hair trailed around her face as it lay back on the pillow, looking soft and lustrous. Her lips were parted and wet from my kiss, her pants filling the space between us.
“I have a condition.”
My statement brought her out of the moment. Her hands gripped my arms as she looked up at me. “Condition for what?”
“For being your date.”
“What?” Her nipples were hard from the way I sucked each of them fiercely.
“I’ll go as your date if we forget the condoms.”
Her eyes narrowed at my request.
Now that she and I were at a new level of friendship, I didn’t think my request was that unfair. “When one of us sleeps with someone else, then we’ll go back to condoms. But for now, it doesn’t make any sense. I want to come inside you.”
Her cheeks reddened at the last sentence, her desire obvious by the look in her eyes.
“Sweetheart.” I pressed my head to her entrance, feeling the wetness that pooled just for me. My head absorbed the moisture, feeling the stickiness of her lubrication. I wanted to shove myself violently inside her, to feel that tight little pussy bare once again. “Answer me.” I wanted her direct audible consent before I went ahead and did what I wanted.
“Okay.”
Hallelujah. I slipped my cock inside her, feeling absolutely no resistance like I did with a condom. I inched my way farther inside her, sinking deep as I moved as far as I could go. My entire body tensed as I felt the incredible pleasure rip through my nerves. She felt amazing, like the queen of all pussies.
She dug her nails into my arms as she breathed through the pleasure. Moans escaped her mouth, loud and incoherent. Her eyes glazed over like she couldn’t even think. It was like the first time we’d ever had sex, and every movement was euphoric.
“You have no idea how good you feel.” I slowly rocked into her, moving through the smoothness her body produced in arousal. My entire length was coated with her desire, moving in and out with pure slickness. I already wanted to come, but I was too much of a gentleman for that.
“Ryker…” She hooked her arms around my neck and kissed me, her hips moving underneath me to take my length over and over. Together, we moved our bodies to make each other feel as good as possible. “I’m already going to come.”
Thank god. “Me too.” I moved my tongue with hers as we breathed together, our bodies making sex sounds as they combined together over and over. My hips thrust into her harder because they were out of my control. I couldn’t stop myself from rocking the bed, falling into her incredible pussy with everything I had.
I was desperate to finish but even more desperate to make sure she finished before I did. So I deepened the angle and rubbed my pelvic bone against her clitoris, giving her the extra stimulation she needed to come right then and there.
Thankfully, she did. “Ryker…” Her pussy clenched around me, her come gushing all over my cock.
I couldn’t last another second, not when I could feel her bare pussy gripping my cock like that. I pumped into her hair, making my headboard slam against the wall, and I came deep inside her with a loud grunt. “Fuck.” My cock twitched as I released my come, filling her with every drop I had.
She grabbed my ass and pulled me farther into her, sheathing my entire length as she took all my come. “I can feel it…so heavy.”
I automatically grabbed her neck in response, suddenly feeling a new rush of arousal even though I was already satisfied. I didn’t pull my cock out because I wanted to stay buried inside her forever, feeling our come mixed together with carnal satisfaction. “You’re aren’t going home tonight.”
“I’m not?” she whispered.
“No.” I kissed her as I felt my cock harden again, going back to full mast like I didn’t just dump everything I had inside of her. “Because I’m going to be coming inside you until morning.”