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I tug her closer to me until the only air we’re breathing is each other’s, then gently walk toward the chair behind her. When her knees brush against the edge of the seat, I spin around and pull her onto me so that she’s straddling my lap with her lips still fused to mine.
This is how I get out of my feelings – sex and desire. It’s likely unhealthy, and if I’d give Wren the breathing room, she’d probably pull away and tell me exactly that. I’ve already said more to her than I have anyone else.
She could tell I was a mess this morning. That’s probably why she focused on a new yoga pose today.
I’m concerned that she’s going to manage to find out exactly why I was in a sour mood today.
For the third time this week, I went onto my parents' social media pages. I torture myself with it every now and then to make sure I understand how untrue love is. This time has really messed with me because, as of now, they are on a fancy cruise in Barbados, watching whales or dolphins—pretty much anything other than checking in with their only son.
If only I would’ve gone into med school like they had wanted, then I wouldn’t be in this predicament.
“Ryker,” Wren whispers against my lips before pulling away breathlessly. “We should stop.”
“Or,” I say with a lopsided grin and fingers threading through her unruly curls. “This could be taken to the bedroom, and you’ll let me worship your body like every man should.”
She sucks in a sharp breath and shakes her head with a sigh. “This is unethical, Ryker. It could ruin my career.”
Is she trying to convince herself or me?
As much as I don’t want her to be right, I know that she is.
Yet, as we look into each other’s eyes it doesn’t take longer than a few seconds before we’re clawing at each other’s clothes.
While she discards my flimsy tank and throws it on the ground, I do the same with her sports bra. She pulls away, eyes trailing over the few tattoos I’ve gotten since being in the band – courtesy of Brent because he thought it’d make me look like I belonged next to him and Evan.
My skin heats as she drags a manicured nail over my chest, outlining one tattoo gently before moving to the one on my bicep. Before I can yank her lips back to mine, she leans forward and drags her tongue over the artwork.
Breaking the rules has its perks.
I’ve never felt such a rush with a woman before. It's nothing like I am with Wren right now, and it’s unnerving. It's not enough to make me stop what we’re doing, though. Instead, I reach forward and massage the thick flesh of her breasts before pinching a perked nipple between my fingers. She gasps at the contact and arches her back into my touch as her way of begging me for more without saying the words, and I oblige with another roll between my fingers.
While she outlines the faded ink of my tattoos, I continue this – massage one breast, roll her nipple between my fingers, then move onto the other breast and do the same. By the time she’s gone over every tattoo on my body, she’s pulling away with ragged breaths and nothing but heat flaring in her electric blue eyes.
I dip my hand beneath the waistband of her athletic shorts, pushing past the barrier of her lace panties, and groan as my fingers slip through her arousal. “Fuck,” I mutter. “You’re already so wet for me.”
She nods into the crook of my neck, her hips shifting uncontrollably in my lap as she tries desperately to chase that release she’s eager to let take her over. I glance down, watching her hips work against the front of my pants, and nearly come at the sight of her on top of me.
That’s what I need, to come in my pants like a teenager.
Before I make a fool of myself, I grip her hips to steady her movements and rock her slowly into me rather than the frantic way she was doing it before. My cock is aching to be sheathed within her slick heat, but I know that’s not an option today. The only thing I want is to make her cry out in ecstasy and hear my name slip from those beautiful, pouty lips.
Wren gasps as I rub my thumb over her clit eagerly and sinks her teeth into my shoulder before pulling away to look into my eyes. “I need more, Ryker, please?”
I should not like hearing the sound of her begging. It’s like music to my ears. Without saying anything, for fear that I’ll scare her off me before she comes all over my fingers, I gently ease a thick digit into her entrance while still using my thumb to rub over her clit. To add to her pleasure, I lean forward and graze my tongue gently over a nipple as her legs shake against mine.
“Come,” I demand against her skin.
As I had hoped, she cries out into the early afternoon sun, her walls clenching around my fingers and my name pouring from her lips. I drown out her cries with a searing kiss until there’s nothing more left to come out of her, and then I gently remove my hand from the front of her pants. For a moment, we’re stuck like this – her on my lap, breathing raggedly against each other – and it doesn’t take long for that moment to come to a grueling end.
“Oh God,” she mumbles before scrambling off my lap and frantically searching for her discarded shirt with panic evident in her eyes. “This shouldn’t have happened. Shit.”
I’m about to get up and try to ease her mind, but she only shakes her head without another glance in my direction and heads back into the house without bothering to find her shirt.
Did I just screw everything up?
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Wren
