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  “It's a horrible idea,” he says. Ryder pulls his head back and looks at me. His eyes shift between mine, darting back and forth rapidly as his chest rises and falls quickly.

  The water is raining down on us, and we stare at each other in silence. My heart is racing in my chest, and my blood is pumping hot and heavy through my body. Every inch of me wants him. No, not wants—needs. I need him.

  As if he's reading my mind, Ryder drives his lips back on mine, harder and more determined than ever. Passion flows through his kiss. He's moaning softly between inhales. It's sexy as hell.

  He has this look in his eyes. It's feral, wild, a savage destruction I've never seen in him before. And I like it.

  We’re slick from the water, and although it’s tricky getting off my shoes with just my feet, our kiss never breaks. I hear the zipper of my jeans and then feel the cool air on my bare wet legs. Ryder helps me out of them and tosses them to the side. His hands run up the length of my legs, from my ankles all the way to my thighs, coming to rest on my hips. The tips of his fingers dance over the lace of my panties, and fireworks explode from those tiny touches alone. His hair is dripping in front of his eyes, but there’s an unmistakable spark there, a hunger. I lunge at him again, grabbing a fistful of his hair as our lips meet. Ryder's hands find the clasp on my bra, freeing my breasts as he drops it to the ground. His mouth moves down my neck, and across my collarbone. Tipping my head back, I dig my fingers deeper into his hair as his tongue finds my nipple. He rolls it between his teeth, plucking it gently, then moves to the other one.

  Goosebumps explode on my skin like tiny mountain peaks. The water rushes down between the valley of my breasts, over my stomach and soaking my panties. He grabs my ass with one hand, pulling me close against his chest as his mouth finds mine again.

  His hand slides down my belly and under my panties. One finger runs up and down my seam, and by his sudden intake of breath, I can tell he feels that I’m not just wet from the shower. Slowly he runs that finger back and forth, spreading the slickness from my pussy to my clit, until I’m panting. My clit feels swollen between my legs, and every time his finger trails back down, I hold my breath until he makes the return trip up again, giving me the touch I long for.

  Pulling away, he flutters kisses down my body as he drops to his knees.

  Grunting, he digs his fingers into my hips as his eyes land on my pussy. “Fuck,” he says, long and low, and I feel his hot breath on me. Licking his lips, Ryder kisses the inside of my thigh as he spreads my legs wider.

  Pressing my back against the wall, I tilt my hips up toward his face. My fingers are still in his hair, tugging and tearing at his roots. I'm trembling, my entire body is shivering as he moves his mouth closer and closer.

  He's so close to my heat I can feel him exhale before he grabs my panties and yanks them aside. Immediately he laps his tongue up between my folds. The tip of his tongue circles my clit, drawing a moan out of my chest. My eyes are closed and my head is back as he teases me with soft flicks and tender licks.

  Driving his face forward, he dips his tongue inside my entrance, and groans with satisfaction. It's like he's starving and I'm the meal he's been waiting for. His hand is tightly wrapped around my panties, keeping them pulled away, and as he feasts on me, bringing me higher and higher, I can feel his grip get stronger and stronger, the lacy material digging into my skin. He’s as turned on as I am. His tongue swiftly glides back up my center, flicking my clit. He sucks on the swollen bud, causing my legs to wobble and my knees to buckle.

  I hold on to his head with all my might so I don’t fall down, and also so I keep his clever mouth exactly where I want it. My grip on him doesn’t let him move an inch from where I need him. I’m so close, getting closer as he repeats the same pattern over my clit with his tongue. My entire body is igniting from the inside out. The warmth spreads through my belly, spilling down my legs and up my chest.

  Suddenly Ryder pulls his face away, leaving me breathing heavy and delirious. I was so close, so close to the edge, but he's refusing to let me jump. His eyes steady on mine, boring a hole in my chest. Wiping the back of his wrist across his mouth, he scoops me up in his arms and starts to carry me inside the house.

  I know I should stop him. I should end this right now before it goes any further. It's the responsible thing to do. But I can't. I don't want to.

  My body and mind want him too much to just end it now.

  7

  Ryder

  Her body is still wet, her hair dripping on the floor as I carry her through the house and up to my bedroom. Her nipples are hard as diamonds, and goosebumps riddle her body from head to toe.

  Jenna's fingertips gently tickle the back of my neck as she nuzzles her head against my chest. She's looking up at me, and every few seconds she kisses my chest.

  She tastes so fucking good. Her pussy so hot and sweet, I can still taste her on my lips, and all I want is more.

  I'm not thinking about how wrong this is or what will come after. I'm in the moment, being driven by a wild desire I can't control. My cock is hard as rock, poking out of my boxers as I drop her on my bed.

  The mattress squeaks beneath her, replacing her voice as she stretches her body out. Crossing her legs, she's rubbing them back and forth. She wants me too. I can see it in her eyes, in her body language, in the way she sucks her bottom lip in and slips her hands up her belly, resting them over her head.

  God, she's so fucking beautiful.

  Her legs keep moving, doing their best to end the ache of her throbbing clit. Arching back, she tilts her head to the side, drawing me in. Like a sexy little vixen, her lids drop seductively, and she lets out a slow breath.

  There are no words between us. I know what she wants, she doesn't need to tell me. But I want to hear it. I want to hear her beg for me. I want to hear her plead for me to fuck her.

  Call me selfish if you want, but I won't fuck her until she does.

  “You want me?” I ask.

  She nods with a delicate whimper. Her body is rolling with need, faster, harder, with more demand to be taken.

  “Say it. Tell me you want me.” I push down my jeans, palming my cock, I stroke myself through my boxers. Her eyes slip down my body, landing on my thick length.

  “I want you,” she utters.

  But it's not enough. I want more.

  “Again. Say it again.” Pulling my boxers off, I kneel on the bed, and yank the last bit of clothes, her panties, off her body. I wrap them around my cock and stroke slowly, loving how the wet lace feels against my sensitive skin.

  “I want you.” Her voice is firmer, but still too damn soft. Her eyes laser focused on my cock.

  “Again,” I command.

  “I want you. Fuck me,” she says, her hands slipping down the inside of her thighs as she spreads them slightly open. “Fuck me, Ryder. I need you to fuck me.”

  Her pussy is so pink and wet, glistening, and as much as I want to hear her beg me more, I can’t resist. Growling, I split her legs all the way open with my knees as I climb between them. I'm not here to make slow, sweet love to her. This is about taking her. This is about making her mine. This is about hearing her scream my name as she comes on my dick.

  Running my hands up her thighs, I push her hands away from her pussy as she teases her lips with her fingertips. “Uh, uh,” I chastise her. “That's mine right now.”

  Jenna moans as I slip a finger up her slit. Pressing my thumb against her clit, her back shoots up off the bed. She's so tender and ready. Her pussy is dripping. Wetting my finger in her juice, I push inside her entrance.

  Her walls clench around me as I finger her, and her eyes snap shut as her mouth opens with a soundless moan. Pushing my finger in and out, I stroke myself at the same pace. My cock is throbbing, and the friction from her panties is setting me on fire. Precum is pooling at the tip, and my cock jumps in my hand as I think about my cum and her juices soiling her panties.

  Adding another finger, I fuck
her with my hand, working her clit with my thumb. She's grinding against my palm, rocking her hips hard. She's close already, and I haven't even started yet.

  Pulling my fingers free, I suck each finger clean. “You taste so damn good.”

  Jenna looks up at me, then drops her eyes to my cock. She spreads her panties over my cock completely, holding the base with one hand so my cock is sheathed in the lace. With her other hand, she starts stroking me slowly, rubbing her finger lazily around the head until a fresh bead of precum seeps through the fabric. Her thumb moves over my crown, smearing the precum. She continues to stroke me, her fingers slipping over the lace, faster and faster. The sensation is so intense, I'm seeing stars and my head is foggy.

  Stopping her hand, I pull her away and toss her panties aside. I can't take it anymore. I need to be inside her before I lose my mind.

  Crawling between her legs, I press my cock to her entrance. Gripping her hips, I lift her ass off the bed and slide her onto my cock. She's so fucking wet, I glide in easily.

  Her hands curl around the blanket, bunching the fabric as she moans out loud. My balls slap against her ass, before I pull back out to the ridge of my crown. Then I drive myself back inside.

  This isn't sweet or romantic. This is hard, dirty sex. This is sex that's been years in the making. I spent countless nights thinking about this moment, and now that it's here, I'm going to make her see what she left behind.

  Jenna rocks her hips with every thrust. She moans every time I bottom out. Holding her hips higher in the air, her shoulders dip deeper into the mattress. Reaching above her head, she tears at the blanket harder as I fuck her vigorously.

  Over and over I pound her pussy. Pistoning my hips, she's growing wetter and wetter, and the room is filled with the sounds and scents of our sex. Milking my length, her walls tighten around me. She's close, I can tell by the way her body is grinding against my lower stomach. Her tits are perfect globes, and her nipples are flushed a deep pink. I reach down where our bodies meet and press my thumb to her clit, so every time I thrust into her, I kneed her clit. I feel a fresh burst of wetness on my cock, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold back this feeling that’s growing inside me.

  Jenna lets out one long, soundless moan. Her mouth opens wide, her eyes seal shut, and her hands fly from the blanket, digging her fingers so deep into my hips I hiss out in pain.

  That’s what pushes me over. Her fucking hands. The way she grabs onto me. The expression on her face of pure, unadulterated satisfaction and lust. With one final thrust, I come hard and fierce. My cock pulses, throbbing inside her. I pull out and stroke my cock through the rest of my orgasm, watching the last jets of hot cum splash onto her stomach and dribble down her waist.

  Lowering her down, she's breathing heavy. Laying my head in the center of her chest, I can hear heart beating fast.

  She runs her fingers through my hair, wrapping pieces around her fingers and letting them fall free. “I did, you know.”

  “You did what?” I ask between breaths.

  “Think about you after I left.” Looking up at her, her eyes rest on mine. “But I tried not to. It hurt too much. It was easier for me to pretend that everything here just sucked. Forgetting made it tolerable, and eventually I think I even convinced myself that it was all true.”

  Is she serious?

  I wasn't alone with how I felt.

  The thought makes my heart hammer and my gut turn into a ball of knots. All this time I thought she didn't care. I thought she felt nothing. I thought it was just me.

  Knowing that she felt the same way sparks something inside me.

  She lied to herself to make it better, and I lied to control the pain. I told myself I hated her. But that's not true. I don't hate her; I still love her. It doesn't matter how much time has passed; I can still feel it.

  And now I know I can never let her go again.

  I'll do whatever it takes to keep her here. Anything she wants, so long as she stays. I'm not sure I can go through that pain again.

  “What do you think now? Do you still think it's all bad?” Smiling with thin lips, I run my fingertips across her forehead and brush the hair out of her face.

  Her cheeks turn pink as she smiles coyly. “No, it's not all bad.”

  Rolling off her, I lay on my back and pull her into my arms. Gripping her chin, I lift her face up and kiss her. I kiss her slow. I kiss her gently. I kiss her so she knows this isn't just about sex.

  There's more too us than this. There always has been more.

  We were just too young to realize what it was.

  But not now, now I can see exactly what we have, and it's worth too much to walk away from it again.

  8

  Jenna

  His arm falls over my side, wrapping around me tightly as he pulls me in closer. The small movement wakes me from my sleep. Blinking a few times, I look out the window beside the bed.

  The sun is just starting to come up over the horizon, turning the sky a dusty blue. I can barely make out the shadowed treetops as they sway back and forth. The window is open, allowing the morning breeze to chill my skin.

  As if he senses the coldness of my body, his arm lengthens, and he pulls my naked body all the way against his. His skin is warm, heating me all over. Butterflies zip through my stomach, making me smile.

  Glancing over my shoulder, Ryder is still out cold. His face is nuzzled close, and I can feel his chest rise and fall as he breathes. Turning back around, I braid my fingers in his, and snuggle deeper into the blankets.

  I could get used to this. It's nice.

  I never expected to be here, laying in his bed, his arm holding me protectively. There are so many emotions running through me, I don't know what to think. He's opened a door inside me. Memories, feelings, laughs and smiles we shared all those years ago.

  Ten years doesn't seem like a long time, but when you leave as a child and return as an adult, a decade changes everything.

  My childhood wasn't easy, and Ryder knows this. My father abandoned my mother and me, leaving us to fend for ourselves. Mom did her best, she really did. Unfortunately, sometimes your best just isn't good enough.

  When the opportunity presented itself in the form of a man with everything to offer, my mother latched on and never let go. And I willingly embraced it all. There was no more hunger or stress. There was no more wonder of where our next meal would come from or if we would still have a roof over our heads.

  Troy whisked us away. He made life easier. Pushing the past away, cutting it out my life like a cancer, was the easiest thing to do.

  But cutting Ryder out wasn't easy at all. He was kind, giving, and supportive. He'd share his lunch with me, and he helped me with my work so we could have time to play on the farm.

  Kind is far too light of a word to explain Ryder's place in my life at that time. He had been my whole world. He was my light in the darkness.

  He doesn't know it, but I cried every single day for months because I missed him. It got to the point where the pain was just too much, and I had to do something to stop it. The walls went up, and that's where they stayed.

  I threw myself into the socialite world, embracing it with both hands, and using it to forget everything I missed. It changed me, it made me the person I am now.

  What the hell am I doing?

  My fingers loosen around his, and I brush the tips up and down his arm. I'm tracing the muscles of his forearm, and all the scars on his hands from working the farm. There's something about his hands that make my stomach tumble and my body ignite.

  Strong, rough, but oh so gentle.

  There's a faint noise coming from down the hall. Lifting my head up, I realize it's my cell phone. Looking at the clock, it's barely five in the morning, and there's only person I know who would call me this early and not care if they wake me up.

  It's probably Troy.

  Picking up Ryder's arm, I'm able to slip out from underneath without waking him. Walking on the tips of m
y toes, I go to my room and dig my phone out of my bag.

  The light off the screen makes me squint it's so bright. I had been right, it's my step-father.

  “Hello,” I say quietly, keeping my voice as low as possible.

  “Well?” he asks immediately, not even bothering with the niceties of a good morning or how are you. “Is it done?”

  Sighing softly, I sit on the edge of the bed and say, “Not yet, but it will be. I just need a little more time.”

  Scoffing, his breath crackles against the receiver. “Come on, Jenna. I didn't send you there on a damn vacation. It shouldn't be this hard. You said you could do it.”

  “And I can—I will.” My voice is short and firm. “It's just taking longer than I thought, but it's going to happen.”

  “It better. I'm a busy man, I don't have time to come there and do your job. Which, if you forgot, is why I sent you in the first place.” He grunts. I can picture him clear as day in my head, massaging his forehead and smoothing out the thick wrinkles. “Just make the damn deal, Jenna, so we can finally move forward. I'm done waiting.”

  “I wi—” I start to say, but I hear the line go dead.

  Pulling the phone away from my ear, I have a handful of messages from some of my friends. There are pictures of them at a club, all of them smiling and dancing, holding their drinks up high. They're all dressed to the nines, in designer dresses and four hundred dollar heels. Their makeup is perfect, probably done by professionals.