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Just as I asked, Ryker pumps his hips into me harder and harder, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I’m so close to the edge, and my pussy is fluttering around his cock in the best fucking way. "Ryker," I groan.
“Come for me,” he growls out.
“Fuck,” I hiss, right before my release comes crashing down. “Yes, Ryker!”
That seems to help his own release because after a few more thrusts while I’m still rolling the wave of mine, his hips pause, and he grunts into my ear. For a moment, we stay like this coming down from our high, but as soon as the sensations pass, I can’t help but push him away from me and panic.
What the hell did I do? OMG!
“You’re screwing with my head,” I mumble, then quickly lift from the bed and search for my discarded clothes. “I can’t control myself around you.”
I’m about to rush out of the room, just like I’m sure he’s used to, but he clears his throat behind me and says, “Stay with me.”
It’s the worst thing I could possibly do, and I should ignore the plea and disappear. Although my body seems to have other plans because I spin around, look at the softness in his gaze as he stares at me from one end of the bed, and I know there’s no way I can tell him no. He’s patting the empty spot next to him with a grin, and the closer I get to him, the easier it is to see the warring emotions swirling in his eyes.
This is new for him.
He’s likely never been one to keep a woman around but feels the need to have me stay in bed with him throughout the night. That’s more of a reason to back up and leave him alone – this is just a bit of fun for him before he heads back to the city.
When I lay down in the empty space, and he drapes his arm around my waist to pull me closer to him, there’s this warmth spreading through my chest and the safety of a blanket being wrapped around me.
In the end, he’ll easily be able to walk away, but I’ll be left with the memory of what we’ve done and never be able to look at another guy the same way again. All I’ll ever be able to see is this man and feel a gentle ache for what could have been.
Something tells me I should’ve chosen to leave the damn room, but I can’t turn my back now.
15
Ryker
When I wake up in the morning, I make sure not to wake Wren up as I head into the shower.
I still can’t believe that I asked her to stay with me last night and that she climbed into bed afterward. She should’ve run for the hills, but she chose not to, and that does things to me I’m not used to.
Things I don’t want to feel.
I’ve already got a plan for this morning.
First, I’m going to plan a nice day for me and Wren – something that will get her out of this safe shell that she’s got locked tightly around herself. After that, I’ll do what I told her I would and call my parents.
Maybe she’s right and that’s what they’ve been waiting on. There’s this fear deep inside that Wren could be wrong, but the idea that she could be right has me pushing forward with my plan. I know that they are on vacation right now, yet I’m still hopeful that one of them will answer their phone.
It’s been a long time since I talked to them, choosing only to keep up with their lives through social media, and I’m nervous to see how they’ll react to my call.
I find my mother’s number first, knowing that if anyone is going to answer it’s likely going to be her, and quickly click the call button before I lose my nerve. It rings a few times, but eventually she answers and clears her throat. “R-Ryker?”
“Hey, Mom. Been a while.”
“Honey,” she says into the line, but her voice sounds further away than it did before. “It’s Ryker. Come here, quick.”
I give her a few moments to gather her thoughts, since it’s probably a bit of a shock that I’m calling her in the first place, then clear my throat. “I’ve been told that I should try to call you guys.”
“Oh, Honey,” my mom says softly, then she sniffles. “I’m so happy to hear from you. Your dad is here, too, so you can say hi.”
“Dad, hey.”
He coughs, then says, “Son.”
“So, uh, how’ve things been?”
