10. Ryder

Once everyone was done with their shift, I rushed them out. Melody left earlier, having to get Sienna from her babysitter, so I helped Nancy close down, cleaned my kitchen, and now I'm waiting for a text or call from Berkley to let me know she's here.

I get started on the steak. I'll sear it on both sides, drizzle it with a reduction, and top it with a blue cheese crumble. For the sides, we'll have a classic wedge salad and fingerling potatoes. The best, though, will be dessert. It's something I don't make too often, but the fruit torte has definitely inspired me. Topping it with powdered sugar will help it all come together.

I'm so lost in getting everything ready, making it so the dessert is chilling in the fridge before I whipped up our dinner, keeping it on the warmer until Berkley gets here, that I don't realize my goddess is right before my eyes.

"Ahem," she clears her throat. Berkley is standing in front of me, her arms behind her back, a coy smile playing on her face. She knows my eyes won't be lingering on her face, not with all the skin she has on display for me. Bare shoulders, midriff showing off, and her fucking legs showing more thigh than I've seen on her so far. My tongue is fucking heavy. It wants nothing more than to lick every inch. That shit will be happening tonight.

"Sugar." That one word is deep and slow. She walks towards me as my hands untie the apron wrapped around my waist and wash my hands, because I know as soon as she gets to me, my hands will be on her hips, and my mouth will be on her lips. I'm not holding back, not this time or any other.

Berkley's standing not even a foot away from me now. My hands touch smooth lightly tanned skin.

"God damn, it's been too fucking long," I grunt. My head dips to her lips. The touch is light at first, my lips grazing hers, but when Berkley wraps her hands around my neck, all fucking bets are off. I bring her hips closer, allowing her to feel what she does to me. Her tongue licks at my lips. That gives me the green light. I pick her up, and her legs immediately wrap around my waist, my hands gliding up the back of her thighs, holding her tightly to me.

"Ryder." Her hips move, causing her skirt to move up, giving way to that skin my gaze is glued to.

"You have to tell me if this is too much," I groan, my lips returning to hers. This time, it's not slow. My mouth on hers is full of pent-up passion. When Berkley rips her mouth away from me with a loud moan, I reiterate my question.

"Sugar, you gotta let me know if this is okay." I squeeze the back of her thighs, dying to move my hands to her ass cheeks.

"God, yes, though…um, there's a reason I rescheduled our dinner a couple of hours later. You see, I had an appointment, and certain things are definitely still sensitive." I see a sparkle in her eyes. My mind is conjuring up all kinds of things.

"What do you mean?" I'm still racking my brain when she pulls one arm from around me and does what I least fucking expect. Berkley hikes her sexy-as-hell skirt up and shows me what she isn't wearing. Her pretty pussy completely bare, dripping with desire. I can see just what she did.

"Did you do this for me, sugar?" I lick my lips, unable to take my eyes from her cunt.

"Well, kind of. I mean, it was always bare, but my cousin, we've talked about her, Aspen. Remember? Well, she said there's nothing better. And today alone has definitely made me realize she's not wrong. So, in a sense, I did it for us." Her ass meets the table, the one I was going to serve dinner and dessert on.

"Hell, yes, you did. I'm gonna have my dessert, then I'll feed you. This warm, slick pussy of yours is dying for my tongue, isn't it, Berkley?" Last night, when she mentioned her appointment, one that I'm more grateful for than ever, we talked well until both of us were practically snoring. She told me all about her family. I let her know about Melody and Sienna, and even that useless piece of shit, Joseph.

"God, yes," she purrs. My hands hike her skirt up all the way. My thumbs sweeping over the V between her legs.

"Spread those beautiful thighs for me, sugar. You'll have to thank Aspen for me because this is the sweetest gift you've given me. Well, so far. Something tells me your flavor will be ten times sweeter." My eyes meet hers, and when I see her lift up from where she was on her elbows and move one hand to that string that's wrapped around her neck, I lick my lips, ready to see what she's about to show me.

"The way you make me feel, Ryder. It's indescribable." Fuck, I knew she'd come alive for me.

"Show me," I grunt, watching as she pulls the tie, as her full breasts come into view, rose-tipped nipples. They're more than a handful, and my hands can't wait to cup them.

"What do you want me to do? This?" she questions. The hand that just untied her top is now leaving a scorching path from her nape to her breasts, where she stops to hold one in the palm of her hand, her thumb and pointer finger rolling her nipple into a tighter point. Berkley only stays there for a minute. "Keep going." I nod my head. Both of my hands are gripping her thighs, holding them wide open for me. I loosen my hold, not wanting to bruise her skin but almost loving the fact that she'd be wearing my marks.

The moment her long, elegant fingers trace the lips of her pussy, my mouth attaches to her nipple, wanting to see just how wet she'll get with my lips wrapped around her tight buds, tasting her skin while she's using her own fingers.

"After so many nights of using my own fingers or a toy, and I'm still not sated," she mumbles. It causes me to move to her other nipple, giving it the attention it's begging for. At the thought of her using a toy or her fingers thinking about me, though, my eyes dip down, and I get that visual front row and center.

I leave her nipple, leaving her body squirming. "I'm going to want to watch that, and soon."

"I'm giving you a show right now, but I'm really tired of my own hands," she pouts.

"Try fisting yourself for a month straight, twice, sometimes three times a day, never knowing I'd have all this stunning beauty before me and you'd forever be mine," I admit.

"We're a pair, but I swear to God if I don't feel you inside me tonight, my fingers may turn into a prune." I love how open she is with her sexuality.

"Oh, that's fucking coming, but right now, I'm going to taste you." I kiss her again, reluctantly letting her go.

I grab a chair, sit in it, and throw her legs over my shoulders. It's my turn to lick every single drop she has to give.