Page 40 of Wild Distortion


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“Don’t second guess yourself. New York City or Tahiti, you have all my attention.” He gently squeezes my hand.

“It’s all these clothes,” I say to change the subject. “There are so many layers.” We spent the morning shopping at a place called Macy’s. The building was probably larger than all the buildings put together in Bora Bora. It was intense. But I have enough winter clothes to last me two weeks.

“I can fix that,” he says, wagging his brows. Thoughts of us in the shower this morning swirl through my mind. Droplets of water cascading down his broad shoulders as his mouth sucks on my breast. A low growl comes out from the back of his throat, bringing me to the present, and he cups my neck, pulling my face to his. Our noses touch. He lowers his voice, “I’m perfectly okay with having you naked the entire time you’re here. Especially when your eyes light up like that when you’re thinking of me.”

I lick my bottom lip, and his eyes dart to my mouth. “That imagination of yours is overambitious.”

He chuckles, leaning closer to my ear. “Tell me you weren’t thinking about my cock filling you.”

I was getting there.

I swallow, the sexual magnetism between us sparking my pulse and melting the cold inside me. My cheeks heat.

“Ryker,” I say in a tangled breath.

“All these women have nothing on your natural beauty.” His lips brush against my cheekbone until they meet my lips. I pop my bottom lip out when his kiss is too quick. “Drink, so you can get warm.”

“Oh, I’m warm.”

“Me too, babe. Me too.” He adjusts his pants and glances at his watch. His smile falls.

“Is it time for you to leave?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to.” He pulls out his phone. When he pushes it across the table, I lower my gaze in confusion. “I got you a phone.” Okay. Not his phone, my phone. I stare at the small electronic device.

“Ryker, do I really need that?”

“Yes,” he says firmly. “You’re in an unfamiliar town, hell, continent, so you need to be able to call me.”

“I can easily ask someone with a phone if I’m not with Addie.”

“Woman.” His expression hardens. “Do. Not. Ask a stranger for their phone.”

I sigh and put my hand over the phone. “Fine. Show me how to use it.”

After a quick overview of how to turn it on and make a phone call, I’m confident I can use it. As for all the other colorful squares, they won’t ever be used. Except one, the tiny map one.

When I notice him looking at the time again, I tell him he needs to go before I get him in trouble. He kisses me on the nose. “Have fun with Addie.”

“How long will you be gone?”

He flicks his wrist, looking at his watch again, internally calculating. “Today’s an off day, so I’ll be working out and going over some film. I should be finished by dinner. Let’s plan to meet at six at my place?” I nod. “Buy something sexy for dinner tonight.”

“How in the world do I wear something sexy when I have on ten layers of clothes?” I laugh, holding out my arms that feel like I’m wearing five pounds of clothes on each side.

He digs his hand in my hair and tugs, sending a tingle down my spine. “I’m sure you’ll be creative.”

I twist my lips. “I accept that challenge.”

His phone dings and he grunts when he sees it's one of his teammates asking where the heck he’s at. “Whiskey, I gotta go.” He halts after just one step. “I almost forgot, give these to Addie.” He pulls out his wallet and hands me two tickets to the game this weekend. “I have the other ticket for you. Tell them to pick you up. I promise next week, it’s just me and you, babe.”

The snow crunches under our boots as we stroll the busy streets. I’m overwhelmed by how everyone is in a hurry to get somewhere. It makes sense why foreigners would always say we lived on island time. Addie’s a great tour guide. And it’s refreshing not having someone constantly ask, or not ask, to take your picture. It’s hard to get used to. Am I supposed to pose? Smile? Act like they’re not there?

A closed storefront catches my eye and I stop, take a step backward so I can see the turquoise and white polka dot sign and then stare inside. Empty display cases that once held pastries makes me sad.

“I wonder why the bakery closed.”

A constant flow of people passes us, so it’s not a lack of customers. “Places come and go all the time down here. Maybe they moved to a better location or a bigger place.”

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