32. Maddox

I was no stranger to tuxes. Black tie was my bitch. But this was the first time that I wasn’t focused at all on myself. Griffin had insisted on coming with us, and I tore my gaze off the hallway where I was waiting for Ryan to step out in her dress as he stepped into my line of sight. My little brother borrowed one of my tuxes, and I swear to god he wore it better than me.

Fucker.

And it was weird as fuck that I had a brother, but not a bad weird. I was getting used to it, and it was actually kind of… nice. He moved to stand next to me, turning his head toward the empty hall as he adjusted his sleeves and toyed with gold cufflinks. “What are you staring at?”

I rolled my shoulders back, standing taller. I still had an inch or so on him, and I planned to use it. “I’m waiting for Ryan.”

“Bro, you’re going to be waiting until you’re old. This thing will probably be over before she’s ready,” he commented, patting me on the shoulder and walking off.

“She’s not like that,” I tossed back just as the door to my room opened, and she stepped out. I sucked in a breath as I took her in, starting from her feet strapped into gold heels that looked uncomfortable as fuck, up the slit in her dress that showed her bare leg all the way up to her hip. The desire to run my tongue over the exposed skin slammed into me as I stalked forward, my legs moving on their own.

Stepping in front of her, my hands skimmed along her waist over the soft fabric that hugged every curve. I dropped my lips to her exposed collarbone, inhaling her sweet scent. “There aren’t words for how good you look, Freckles,” I complimented. “I don’t think we can leave the house. I’m not going to be able to kill everyone who looks at you in this dress and still be able to deal with Yates.”

Anticipation crackled between us as she giggled, a soft, charming sound that made me smile against her warm skin.

“Unless you plan to share, we need to go or we’re going to be late,” Griffin’s gruff voice came from somewhere behind me and made me want to take back all the somewhat warm and fuzzies I’d been feeling toward him just a few minutes ago.

Ryan’s hands slid up my chest, pressing me gently back as she looked up at me with enchanting eyes I wanted to fall into and never find my way back out of. “Just think about how good it’ll be later when we’ve been building anticipation all night,” she murmured as she stepped away from me, letting her hand drag across my chest. I groaned, holding myself back with a lot of fucking effort from throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her back to my room.

Instead, I slapped her on the ass as she passed by me, enjoying the yelp she let out and the sting in my hand. It’d have to do for now. We filed out of the house in a single file line, Griffin stepping into the waiting limo first, followed by Ryan and then me. We had to keep up appearances, so I rented this thing for the night.

Griffin immediately reached for the bottle of champagne chilling, popping the top. “Take it fucking easy with that shit. We’re not going there to party. We have a job to do,” I reminded him. I’d been really hesitant to take him with us, but he insisted, and I didn’t want to fight him on it. I had too much other shit to worry about. He was a big boy. He could take care of himself. But if he fucked this up for us, I was going to be pissed.

We stopped by the hotel in town and picked up Connor, Julian, and Indy. From what I could tell, Sebastian didn’t typically get himself mixed up in the physical part of protecting people. He preferred to stay behind a computer monitor.

With six of us in the limo, it was a bit more crowded, and I hadn’t missed how everyone had quickly roamed their gaze over my girl as they climbed in before respectfully keeping their goddamn eyes to themselves. My arm rested across her lap with my hand possessively gripping her bare thigh. My fingers itched to slide higher, and I sure a fuck wasn’t shy, but there were four other guys in here, and even I had my limits. Letting them watch my girlfriend come was a hard line.

Griffin actually helped keep the atmosphere light, pouring champagne and handing it out and joking around with Connor and his guys. He seemed like the type of guy who could get along with anyone without really having to try that hard. The alcohol helped take the edge off, but we all stopped before it went any further. We needed to stay sharp, and we all knew it.

I may not have been a member of Connor’s team, but I’d taken care of shit both by myself and with him enough times to know how things needed to go to be successful.

And we would be successful.

The limo pulled up to the ostentatious club, and the driver opened the door. Connor, Julian, and Indy stepped out first, followed by Griffin, and Ryan and I were left alone in the cab. “Are you ready, Freckles?” I asked, stroking my thumb against her soft cheek. She leaned into my touch and briefly closed her eyes, exhaling.

“I’m beyond ready. I can’t wait to make him pay for messing with my family and the man I love,” she assured me.

“Don’t do anything reckless, Ryan. I mean it. He’s more dangerous than we’ve given him credit for. I know you can kick his ass if you need to, but we have no idea what he’s capable of when he’s trapped,” I warned.

“I’ll be careful,” she promised, kissing me once, twice, and three times before her soft lips lifted in a smirk, and she stepped out of the limo. I took in the incredible view of her body draped in that fucking red dress that would haunt my dreams for weeks. With one final exhale, I pushed myself off the seat and followed her out. The door closed behind us, and the limo pulled away.

We were gathered in a loose circle, going over our plans one final time. Ryan wrapped her fingers around my arm. I escorted her inside, still hating the idea of anyone but me seeing her in her dress. Connor had gotten a text message from Sergeant Ferraro letting us know he was inside and ready. He got the warrant, and his men were getting in place right now.

All we had to do was get in, and Ryan was going to steal the microphone and make a speech. And then Yates would be arrested, and everything could go back to normal. No, better than normal because I’d have Ryan. We hadn’t talked about it, but she’d fit in perfectly with my friends in LA. Her and Quinn. And I had no intention of going back without either of them.

Connor went ahead of us, talking to the man guarding the door. I didn’t know what he said, but the man let us all pass. He didn’t look happy about it and scowled at me as I passed. I gave him a little salute because I was an asshole, and sticking it to these kinds of people made me happy.

Right outside the ballroom, I had a flashback to a few weeks ago when I crashed Ryan’s engagement party in this very same room. It looked exactly the same as if they couldn’t have been bothered to decorate it the way she wanted for such a special day.

Someday when we get married, it will be different.

Shoving those thoughts aside, I caught Ryan’s attention. I was worried she had a flash of the same memories I did only worse, and I wanted to make sure she was okay. She gave me a small smile, and her eyes sparkled as if she were excited. She continued to impress me time and time again. I wondered when I’d stop doubting how amazing she was.

I kept underestimating her, and I needed to knock that shit off.

Outside, we decided we would step into the ballroom in pairs. Connor and Julian would go first and blend into the crowd. Two minutes later, Indy and Griffin would make their appearance, and we’d give them a couple of minutes to mix and mingle. And then Ryan and I would go in last because we were the most likely to be recognized.

Right after Connor and Julian stepped through the doors, I spotted Lucas down the hall with a couple of his guys. His blue uniform stood out in the ridiculous setting of this place, and I welcomed the stark contrast. I was practically giddy at the thought of seeing Yates in handcuffs being dragged out of the room in front of me in a matter of minutes.

He nodded at us as he approached. “We’re ready. I’ve got officers stationed at every exit. He won’t be able to get past us.”

I appreciated his confidence and how quickly he pulled everything together. We wouldn’t get another chance like this for a while. “Perfect,” Ryan approved, tightening her grip on my arm. She hadn’t let me go since the huddle outside.

Griffin and Indy had gone inside a minute ago, and so we waited, the last minute going on forever. “Our turn,” Ryan grinned, lifting onto her toes to press a kiss to my cheek. I briefly wondered if she’d left her lipstick there, and I hoped she had. The idea of her marking me as hers turned me the fuck on, even if now wasn’t the best time.

We slipped through the double doors, and the room was incredibly crowded. No one even glanced our way. We moved together toward the front of the room, not getting too close just yet. The plan was to wait until Jacqueline got up to make her speech. So for now, we’d blend in. I had no interest in talking to any of these people, but I pulled my girl into my arms on the edge of the dance floor, and we started to sway.

My hands wrapped around Ryan, one resting on her hip and the other moving around her back and pulling her closer. Her body pressed against mine was distracting, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. I hadn’t bothered looking for Yates yet. Where he was didn’t matter. He wasn’t getting out of this room a free man, and really, that was all that mattered.

I spun and twirled and swayed with my girl for so long, I almost forgot why we were here. If I hadn’t been on edge, waiting for the right moment, I could’ve gotten lost in Ryan’s magnetic eyes.

The feedback from a microphone caught our attention, and I spun Ryan out of my arms, still holding onto her while we looked toward the stage. Jacqueline stepped up to the microphone, her chin tilted up haughtily as she stared down at her subjects.

“Showtime,” Ryan murmured, winking at me with a wicked grin before letting me go and starting to weave her way through the crowd. The other guys were supposed to be on Yates duty, making sure they kept an eye on him, and he didn’t leave the room before this moment.

I’d been glued to Ryan’s side all night because I refused to let her go through this alone. Shit was unpredictable, and no matter how much we planned, things didn’t always go the way we thought they should. Just look at what had happened when we tried to get evidence on Chloe, Zen’s stalker. She walked in with a gun, and almost fucking shot me.

You could plan for a goddamn year, but it wouldn’t matter in the moment if shit went off the rails. I turned my attention back to the stage where Ryan was climbing the stairs, her eyes focused on the podium. She stepped up beside Jacqueline, and reached across the podium, snatching the microphone out of its holder.

She looked like vengeance in her fiery red dress, a wild mess of curls on her head, and the fierce look in her eyes. My chest actually ached from the amount of love trying to burst out of me right now. It felt like a struggle to contain it all inside.

Jacqueline made a weak attempt to pull the microphone back, but to save face, she plastered a thin smile on her face and stepped back and to the side, giving Ryan the floor.

“Ladies and gentlemen, excuse the interruption. I couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to address you all here this evening. You see, I don’t know if you’re aware, but I almost became a Rutherford myself earlier this month,” she started. Murmurs broke out across the crowd as people shifted around, their rapt attention on her as they anticipated what she might say. These people lived for gossip and drama, and they were eating this shit up.

“The problem was I was in love with someone else, and shouldn’t real, honest, and intense love always win out in the end?” Ryan mused, not really paying attention to the crowd’s reaction as her eyes found mine, and she smiled.

Movement to my right caught my attention as Yates slithered through the crowd, trying to get to the stage. “My ex-fiance, well, he didn’t appreciate me walking away. So he thought he’d try and get me back. Isn’t that right, Yates?”

Her warm gaze hardened and shifted away from me and instead focused on Yates as he got closer to where she stood. “Except he really didn’t know me that well. He didn’t know that when someone messes with the people I love, I don’t just take it lying down. I fight back. I’m a fighter, and he’s about to learn the lengths I’ll go to to defend myself and the people I love.”

Every exit door opened, and the officers plus Sergeant Ferraro stepped into the door frames, blocking them all. Yates spun around, his eyes starting to get frantic, and he tried to figure out what was happening. “What are you doing?” he demanded through clenched teeth. His fury was barely under control, but he was obviously still trying to save face in front of his parents.

“I’m showing everyone what kind of man you really are,” she said sweetly, raising her head to address the crowd again. “Now, Yates here. He’s a Rutherford. Old money. Prestigious as they come. And yet… there’s more here than meets the eye, isn’t there , darling ?” Her tone dripped with condescension.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he scoffed.

“You don’t? Well, normally, when you’re going to marry someone, you should tell them about your kids, don’t you think?” she asked, turning to Jacqueline. “Congratulations, you’re a grandma… at least a few times over.”

Jacqueline paled and swayed where she stood. “What’s the meaning of this? Yates, what is she talking about?” she sputtered, her eyes darting around the room where the whispers were getting louder. This looked like her nightmare come to life.

“I don’t know, mother,” he answered robotically as his eyes narrowed at Ryan. His fists were balled at his sides, and I glanced around. All Lucas’s guys were at the exits, but none were near the stage close enough to stop him from hurting the woman I loved. I edged closer.

“Maybe you’ll remember last night then? At the Cloud Inn ? You were there most of the night with Candy?” Ryan pulled a folded picture out of the tiny clutch she’d been carrying around all night, and now I wondered what else she had in there. She held the picture up, smoothing it out before passing it to Jacqueline.

Yates dove for the stage, climbing up and trying to snatch the picture out from Ryan’s grasp, but his mother was quicker. She paled even further when her eyes scanned the image, her skin going a sickly shade between gray and green. “We’ll discuss this later,” she hissed at Yates before setting her sights on Ryan. “I think you’ve done enough-”

Ryan held up her finger. “Oh, no. I haven’t done nearly enough yet. Sergeant Ferraro? Would you come into the ballroom, please?”

Lucas walked in, his navy blue uniform crisp and perfectly out of place. He walked up to the stage, climbing the steps, and standing next to Ryan. I relaxed a little knowing he was up there with her, and he had a gun strapped to his waist. “This is Sergeant Lucas Ferraro with the Dallas Police Department. We’ll get to why he’s here in just a second.”

Yates’s mother was glaring at him. The crowd watched with complete silent fascination except for a few people who had their phones out, furiously tapping on the screens. I hoped they were live Tweeting this shit show. The thought made me almost giddy.

“So, on top of the multiple random kids Yates has fathered-”

“Allegedly,” he fumed, and his mom elbowed him in the ribs.

“Right. Allegedly . On top of that, Yates here has a couple pretty nasty habits. Remember the picture of him with Candy last night? The hooker who charges fifty dollars an hour? Well, he also has a fascinating porn viewing addiction.” Ryan reached into that magical bag of tricks she was carrying around and pulled out several folded pieces of paper, tossing them out into the crowd.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Yates bellowed, jumping off the stage and attempting to grab as many pages as he could. The sheets might as well have been money for how people were diving after them.

“Just showing people who you really are,” Ryan said with a shrug. “Now, as for Sergeant Ferraro,” she announced, looking at Lucas with a small smile. “He’s here for something a lot more important than all of this.” Ryan waved her hand at the sheets of paper currently being ripped apart as people fought to get a look at his internet history.

“He’s here because Yates has been stealing from Rutherford Bank for almost a year,” she concluded as the crowd gasped.

“He what?!” Jacqueline exploded at her son as Yates stepped menacingly toward Ryan.

Lucas stepped forward, unfolding a piece of paper. “I have a warrant here for the arrest of Yates Rutherford.”

The collective gasp in the room was so loud and satisfying, I closed my eyes for a second and reveled in it. Everything had come together perfectly so far. I should’ve known that it wouldn’t be that easy.

Yates ran straight at Ryan, punching her in the stomach and grabbing her so fast she didn’t have time to react other than to hunch over, gasping for air. His mother was shrieking, and I only felt a thrum coursing through my body, demanding pain. I needed to fucking hurt him for what he’d just done. He fucking hit her.

But then he wrapped his arm around her neck in the front in a sleeper hold, his other hand behind her head. He started dragging her toward one of the entrances as his eyes darted around, looking for anything to help him. I began to move toward where he was pulling her down the stairs, my explosion of rage morphing into fear.

Ryan’s eyes met mine, but she looked calm. I wasn’t calm, though. I was on the verge of screaming. What if he hurt her? What if he did worse? He was capable of anything because he was so desperate I scanned the room and watched as Connor, Julian, Indy, and Griffin all moved toward us in what looked like slow motion. Yates was almost to the exit, facing inward as he backed away, a cruel smile on his face. He thought he was going to get away with this.

He wasn’t.

I would follow him to the ends of the fucking earth if it meant saving Ryan. Lucas had one hand on his gun, but it was still in the holster. He was following Yates as he backed toward the exit, his eyes never leaving them. He watched every single movement with the trained eyes of a professional. Where I was a fucking mess right now, he was completely composed as if he did this shit every day.

Hell, he probably did.

Yates took another step back, dragging Ryan along with him. She stumbled, undoubtedly trying to make it harder for him to pull her along because that was just the kind of badass my girl was. He was getting frustrated with her, I could tell. But she was also his ticket out of here, and he wasn’t about to let her go.

I was watching Lucas when his eyes flicked for a fraction of a second over Yates’s shoulder, but it was so quick, I doubted Yates had noticed with his gaze still frantically scanning the room. “Stay the fuck back, or I’ll hurt her,” he threatened.

He took one more step back. Just one more and one of Lucas’s officers moved within striking distance, pulling out his taser and pulling the trigger. The electrodes cracked ominously as they flew through the air, sinking into Yates’s back. As soon as they made contact, he dropped to the ground in a heap, taking Ryan with him. His muscles tensed and spasmed as his full weight landed on top of her.

“Get the hell off of me,” she gritted out, pain flashing in her eyes as she shoved Yates off and crawled out from underneath him. Sergeant Ferraro rushed forward and snapped Yates’s wrists into his cuffs, reading him his rights.

All I wanted to do was pull Ryan into my arms and rush her out of here. Fuck, he could have seriously hurt her. He could have found a weapon and killed her. There was a panic bubbling underneath the surface of my emotions right now because Yates could’ve taken Ryan from me permanently tonight.

I ran to her side, diving onto the floor on my knees and pulling her into my arms. I ran my hands over every inch of her that I could reach, but she seemed okay. “Shit, that taser hurt. Quinn’s going to kill me for not inviting him to come to this,” she noted, and I laughed. I couldn’t believe how okay with all of this she was. Then again, she’d always wanted to be a cop, so maybe she was good with all of this stuff.

Lucas looked perfectly calm when I glanced up at him. “EMS is en route. They’ll be here to check you over soon.” He looked over at Yates. “And deal with him.”

She shook her head. “Yates got the worst of it. I’m maybe a little tense and achy, but I’ll be fine. I don’t need paramedics.”

Lucas crouched down next to us as the rest of the guys formed a loose half-circle behind us, shielding us from the pandemonium that’d broken out all over the ballroom. I had a feeling these people would be talking about this for years to come. “You okay?” he asked Ryan, his eyes filled with concern.

“I’m fine. I wish everyone would stop asking me,” she huffed, and I chuckled. So fucking stubborn.

“In that case, I’m going to need you to give a statement,” he stated, standing up and holding out his hand to help her stand.

“I’ll go grab the limo,” Julian offered, turning and walking quickly out of the room.

“I’m going to grab a drink.” Griffin turned and moved toward the open bar.

“Just one!” I called after him. He still had to make a statement. He waved me off.

Connor and Indy watched everything. “Even I have to admit that shit was fucking satisfying,” Connor said.

“Right? I wish we could do this every day,” Indy agreed.

Connor pulled out his phone. “Julian’s got the limo ready. You guys ready to head out?”

I nodded. Ryan took a step, winced, and I reached down, scooping her into my arms. She was still in pain from the taser, and I wasn’t going to let her just tough her way through this. Once we were settled in the limo, I didn’t want to take my hands off her. Things could have been so much worse tonight than they were, and I’d never stop being grateful for every second I had to spend with her.

A simple statement at the police station had taken fucking hours. We both nodded off on the drive home, but once we got there, I had big plans for Ryan. This need inside me had grown over the past several hours, minute by minute building into something completely primal. As if sensing how on edge I was, she looked up at me with darkened eyes, my own desire reflected back at me.

I tossed my keys to Griffin and told him to go ahead of us. I wanted him locked in his room because Ryan and I? We weren’t going to be quiet tonight. Things were going to be intense.

As soon as the door closed behind us, I pulled her tightly against my body. I was shaking, and emotion clogged my throat, so I didn’t talk. I still couldn’t believe Ryan was here with me, my arms wrapped tightly around her. Yates could’ve taken her from me tonight. Fuck, the thought of that made me want to burn down the world. What kind of life would I be able to live without her in it?

But right now, it didn’t matter. I needed to show her how much she meant to me. I wanted to run my hands over every curve of her body, but I also didn’t want to let her go. I didn’t want to loosen my grip because I was almost afraid if I let her go, she’d disappear, and right now, I was shaken to my core.

Breathing her in one last time, I finally let her go, trailing my fingers down her arm and taking her hand in mine. Fuck, I never want to stop touching her.

Right now, though, I needed to bury myself inside my girl and forget about everything that happened tonight. I wanted to release all the fear, anger, and uncertainty and replace it with love, passion, and devotion.

I wanted to worship at the temple of Ryan.

Turning to face her, I placed my hands on both sides of her face until she looked me in the eye. Stroking the soft skin of her cheeks gently with my thumbs, I leaned forward and kissed her lips before resting my forehead against hers. “Baby, right now, I need to be inside you.” The words came out both demanding and as a plea.

She nodded once, and I led us down the hall to the master suite that had been transformed into mine. Leading her through the doorway, soft lights clicked on automatically overhead, dim enough to not be harsh but with enough light to cast Ryan in a soft glow. She tugged my hand, and I followed her across the room until she stopped in front of the bed.

She sat down on the edge and looked up at me with so much wonder in her eyes, for a second, I couldn’t catch my goddamn breath. I sifted my fingers through her hair while we clung to each other, her hands stroking up and down my back as I stood between her thighs.

Wanting Ryan was a given, something that was a constant in my life these past few weeks. If I was honest with myself, even before that. But this moment right here was different. Of course, I wanted her, but it was more than that. I needed her. I needed the closeness, the connection to chase away the darkness and fear.

My thumb brushed against her bottom lip before I leaned down and captured her mouth with mine. The kiss started out sweet but turned heated fast. “I love you,” she whispered against my lips, and I was lost to the sensations flooding my body. Her fingers against my back, pulling me closer, her hardened nipples brushing against my chest even through the layers we both still wore. The small sounds she made as I devoured her mouth lit me on fire.

Finally, fucking finally , she ripped at my shirt, needing it off as much as I did. I stopped kissing her just long enough to yank it over my head and toss it away before I watched her slip out of her dress quickly. We reached for each other at the same time, drawn together and unable to fight off the pull as I kissed her, claiming her again and again as mine with every stroke of my tongue against hers.

My dick was already straining against my jeans, demanding to be let out, but my focus was entirely on Ryan. She leaned back, and I crawled on top of her, wanting to feel her skin pressed against mine. Her legs opened for me, and I settled between them, pressing the hard ridge of my erection against her and groaning at the friction.

Her fingers danced down my body, tracing every ridge and muscle until she found the button on my jeans and flicked it open. She plunged her hand into my jeans and down my boxer briefs, shoving them off and palming my erection before wrapping her fingers around it. While her hand slid up and down my shaft, I reached around her back and unclasped her bra, watching as it fell off and the most incredible pair of tits I’d ever laid eyes on popped out.

Leaning down, my open mouth drifted across her nipple, and I watched as it puckered before pulling it into my mouth and sucking. Hard.

She gasped and released my hard as fuck dick from her hand to instead tangle her fingers in my hair. Suddenly kissing her wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel her come undone on my tongue. I didn’t think it was possible, but even more blood rushed to my groin as I started kissing a path down toward the juncture of her thighs.

I inhaled sharply when I realized she wasn’t wearing underwear. “Fuck. You were a naughty girl tonight, weren’t you?” I growled, barely recognizing my own voice.

She bit her lip and nodded as she stared up at me through hooded eyes. “Just for you.”

I bit down on her hip, making her squeal and thrash underneath me. “You’re goddamn right just for me.” I cupped her bare pussy with my hand. “This. Is. Mine.”

Ryan threw her head back and moaned, arching her back and pushing her perfect tits into the air, where I had a fantastic view of her tightened buds.

I let go of her and instead lowered my face down to her bare slit, which was already glistening. She was so damn intoxicating, I was greedy for her. A fucking ravenous wild animal that couldn’t wait to show her who she belonged to.

Her sweet-tangy flavor exploded on my tongue as I dove in, licking circles around her clit in a steady rhythm as I slid my finger along her slick pussy. She bucked against me, and I splayed my other hand across her hips, holding her down against the bed so she’d hold still while I pushed my finger inside her body.

Her walls clenched around my finger as my dick jumped in response. I was painfully hard and on the verge of coming all over myself, but I couldn’t let that happen. Instead, I refocused on her, sucking and licking at her clit with long strokes as I added a second finger.

I opened my mouth and sighed against her, my hot breath ghosting along her clit and making her squirm. I knew she was close. Her muscles tightened up, and she clawed at my hair, tugging on the ends almost painfully. With one final lick, she plunged over the edge, tightening around my fingers and trapping my face between her thighs as she screamed out my name.

Placing barely-there kisses on each of her quivering thighs, I crawled my way up, taking my time and letting my eyes rake over every inch of her irresistible body. When I finally covered her body with mine, I propped myself up on my forearms, bracing myself above her and settling my cock between her thighs. I rocked my hips a little, the head of my erection sliding against her slick entrance.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, using her heels wrapped around my hips to push me forward.

I chuckled darkly, teasing her by letting just the tip slide inside her before pulling myself back out. Every part of my body screamed at me to push inside her until I couldn’t go any further, but I wanted to tease her a little bit first.

“You want to feel me inside of you, Freckles?” I murmured against her lips, and she whimpered, shifting herself again.

“You shouldn’t have teased me today by not wearing underwear. Good girls don’t tease, Freckles.” I pushed the head of my cock inside of her again before gritting my teeth and pulling it back out. It was hard as fuck to fight against the way her body tried to suck me inside of her slippery heat, and I wanted to give in so fucking bad, but playing with my girl a little was too much fun to resist.

“I’m s-sorry,” she stuttered over her words as her body continued to writhe and shake underneath me. Finally, I reached my breaking point, and without another word, I plunged into her warmth as far as I could go. I let out a pleasure-filled groan at the feel of her wrapped around my dick, squeezing and pulling me in further than I thought I could go.

My balls tightened as I thrust inside her again and again. My heart raced, and I clenched my teeth to keep from blowing my load. Reaching down, I pinched her nipple between my thumb and finger, tugging gently as her eyes met mine. Her pupils were nearly black, and her eyes were wild and filled with lust as they rolled back in her head, my name a prayer on her lips.

I tilted my hips so I hit the spot that I’d quickly learned drove her almost instantly into an orgasm and her pussy clenched around me so goddamn hard when she came that I shattered right behind her, erupting inside of her with a roar, unlike any sound that had ever come out of me before.

Rolling onto my back with my semi-hard dick still inside Ryan, I pulled her on top of me and wrapped my arms around her back while she laid completely sprawled out and relaxed on top of my body. “Never leave me,” I pleaded in a husky whisper.

“Never,” she promised before her eyes fluttered closed and, completely exhausted from everything that’d happened, she drifted off to sleep.