Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“Good girl. Fuck, you take me so well, Wills.”
“Oh my God,” I moan against him, already so close to coming.
Suddenly, there are voices outside the door, and my head whips up and my gaze locks on his.
He presses his hand to my mouth and slowly shakes his head as he continues to pound into me on long, hard thrusts.
“Shh,” he whispers and then leans in to press his lips to my ear. He grinds the base of his cock against my clit. “Come for me, baby.”
I whimper and then quiver around him in a spectacular climax, and he follows me right over, grunting as he grinds into me.
“Shit,” I whisper.
“Did I hurt you?”
I chuckle. “No. Holy fuck, Ry.”
With a satisfied smirk, he lowers me to my feet, my legs shaky and weak, and then quickly cleans me up the best he can, and I fix my makeup. Aside from flushed cheeks, I don’t look any worse for wear.
“I need my panties back.”
“Not a chance, sweetheart.”
“Ryker.”
“Ready?”
I glare at him, but he just smiles, opens the door, and when he sees the coast is clear, leads me back to our table.
“Look, Trouble,” he says, “we’re just in time for the concert.”
“You’re a menace, Captain.”
“Never claimed otherwise.” He kisses my temple as we sit, and then the evening turns completely surreal as Sidney herself takes the stage and starts to sing my favorite song of hers, “Life in the Slow Lane.”
The woman plays for almost two hours. Leo Nash joins her for a couple of duets, which feels like a dream.
And when it’s all over and we’re back in the car, my gaze turns to my man.
I’ve known him more than half my life.
And yet I forget that there’s this side to him. This wealthy, celebrity, elite-athlete side that I so rarely ever got to see. By the time he was über rich and famous, I had a little boy at home to tend to, and Ryker was still just my best friend that I spoke to on the phone all the time.
“Who were you supposed to take to this tonight?”
Ry’s gaze whips to mine, and he scowls. “What?”
“You bought two tickets six months ago, Ry. Who did you plan to bring with you? It’s okay—I know there were plenty of women before me. Neither of us was a virgin.”
But man, I hate thinking that he originally had another date lined up for tonight. I don’t want to think about him with anyone else. But did he buy these earrings six months ago too? Were they meant for someone else?
He blows out a breath. “Do I have to fuck you again already, in this car, to remind you just how goddamn obsessed I am with you, Wills?”
“I’m not doubting that. It’s just a question.”
“I’m not even going to think about any asshole who’s had his dick inside you before me because I’ll just want to track him down and make him choke on it.”
“Ry—”
“But to answer your question, I was hoping Gid would come with me.” He shrugs. “He donates to this organization, too, and I thought I’d bribe him into coming out for it. But it worked out well, because I had you with me, and you were amazing tonight.”
His praise makes me smile.
So no. The earrings are just for me.
“Gideon wouldn’t look as good in these diamonds as I do.”
He smirks and kisses the back of my hand.
“But back to what you said about our pasts. I’m not going to write you a list of all the women I fucked,” he continues, and my smile fades. “You don’t want to know that, Wills.”
“No. I don’t want to know that. And I don’t want you to do that either.”
“Good. I don’t want to know about your past either. As long as we’re both healthy and safe, and on the same page, we’re fine.”
“Agreed.”
“But I will make one thing crystal fucking clear right now, and I want you to listen to every word I’m about to say.”
I link my fingers in his and hold on to him. “I’m listening.”
“It doesn’t fucking matter who was here before. For either of us. Because there will be no one else.” I feel my jaw drop for the second time tonight, and he glances my way. “You’re mine. You’re all I see. You’re all I want. That’s never going to change.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.” He gives my hand a squeeze. “Now, what was your favorite part tonight?”
“When Sidney and Leo sang together. What about you?”
He huffs out a laugh. “Fucking you in the bathroom, sweetheart.”
Chapter Twenty
Ryker
It’s three in the morning, and I can’t sleep. Willow is warm and naked and dreaming peacefully next to me, and I don’t want to wake her, so I ease out of bed, careful not to disturb her.
I’m restless.
And my brain won’t stop moving.
So I pull on a pair of sweats and then pad down the hall to my office and step inside. The lights from the city cast a glow, guiding my way to the chair behind my desk. I sit and look around the room. There’s no computer on the desk, because I took all my electronics to Montana. So the desktop is empty.