11. Berkley

There's no way I'm able to stay up on my elbows and watch as Ryder slides his tongue along the folds of my pussy, not going where I want him the most. That is until I feel two fingers slide inside me. It's a tight fit, but dear God, it feels fucking amazing.

"Shit," I moan out loud, my hands finding purchase on the edges of the table. His fingers find that spot inside me, his lips sucking on my clit, until he nips it. His fingers delve deeper and deeper with each movement, thrusting.

"God damn, I could become addicted to your taste, sugar," Ryder growls against my quivering center. It does nothing to calm me down. Instead, it builds me up, tipping me closer to the edge.

"Ryder, I'm going to come." My head is moving back and forth, and goose bumps pebble on my skin even though my body has a sheen of sweat covering it.

"Fuck yeah, you are." Ryder redoubles his effort. He's using his tongue and lips on my clit, his fingers never stopping at all. My hand finds his hair. I pull on it as my hips grind upwards to his lips.

"Ry." I come on a long sigh. I figured he'd pull his fingers out of me, unbutton his jeans, and slide deep inside of me. Instead, Ryder slowly brings me down with his lips and fingers. When he does disappear from my center, he places a soft kiss on each of my thighs and sits back in his chair, looking more than pleased with himself. As he fucking should. I lift up on my elbows. Ryder licks his lips, and this time it's me flying off the table, not giving two shits that my boobs are bouncing with every movement. I want to make Ryder feel as good as he made me. He spreads his legs wider, steadying himself because he knows exactly what I'm doing. My ass slides into his lap, and those hands of his find my outer thighs, squeezing them.

"That was off the charts amazing. It's your turn now." My hand delves into his hair, my mouth seeks his, and he takes over. Ryder's mouth dominates me once again. I can taste myself on him, and it doesn't bother me because beneath that musky flavor, it's all Ryder. I don't think I'll ever get enough.

"Not yet, you won't. We're going to eat dinner first, then have dessert. Where we go afterwards will be solely up to you." I move my hips closer to his, my naked center rubbing against his thin black pants, feeling his bulge.

"Are you sure? I've had a lot of filthy fantasies this week." I rub myself against him.

"Fuck, you drive a hard bargain. I promised you dinner, and that's what you're going to get." Ryder stands up, and it takes all I have not to wrap my legs around his firm body. I don't though; he helps me up, and I fix my top and skirt, not ashamed in the least. I see the hunger in his eyes as he watches the entire show.

"What did you make us?" I ask. Since he wants to wait, I may as well redirect this conversation.

"Steak, fingerling potatoes, and a wedge salad. It's not something that's ever on the menu but still something that most everyone would eat." He goes to the sink, washes his hands, then grabs our salads out of the fridge. I take this as my cue to grab a rag, some spray, and clean off the kitchen table before grabbing a couple of wrapped utensils in linen napkins.

"Sounds good. Drinks?" I ask, not sure what he has to offer.

"Do you drink wine?"

"Do I ever. I'm not picky either. Um, also, I'm not picky when it comes to food or drinks. Well, maybe I won't eat eggplant, mushrooms, and cauliflower, though only if it's raw. Cooked cauliflower isn't bad," I tell him. I find two wine glasses as he finishes carrying over the plates.

"Challenge accepted, though not so sure on the raw cauliflower. That may even be out of my area of expertise. You'd give Si a run for her money if you eat everything. I think the only thing she doesn't like is scallops. Even then, I can get her to eat them when they're wrapped in bacon." You can see the warmth in his eyes when he talks about Sienna.

"She's awesome and so smart. I thoroughly enjoy teaching her and the other students in my class." Ryder sits down beside me, not the standard sitting across like most dates. We sit, chat, and eat. My appetite must have really been worked up because I am absolutely starving, though I can't help but press my legs together, sliding them back and forth every time Ryder licks his lips or I look at where I was lying only twenty minutes ago.

"What about kids? Do you want any of your own?" I ask.

"Actually, and this might sound strange, but anytime I think about having them one day down the road, something holds me back. It might be because of Sienna and the restaurant, or it could be that I just don't feel that need that they'll complete a part of me."

"Shew, I think I completely get it. All my cousins want children, which hey, that's cool. I'll be more like their auntie than a second cousin. But teaching? Those are basically my children, and on my days off, I'd love to travel and see the world. I drove down here from Virginia. It was probably the best experience I've had. Of course, my dad, uncle, and male cousin pestered me every single day. Telling me to check my tires, have enough washer fluid, and not to stop in places that look deserted." I roll my eyes thinking about all the fun sightseeing I was able to do. It was needed, like a balm to my soul to be out and about without a care in the world. Only next time, I'd love to have someone by my side. The look on Ryder's face, the small smirk, tells me he's thinking of something. I'm not sure what it is though.

"I just bet you listened too, didn't you?" He cocks an eyebrow.

"Nope, I was smart and safe. That didn't mean I listened to everyone along the way. They wanted me to stick to bigger interstates, a trip that could have taken me two days. I stretched it out to a week." After prattling on to no end, I move my foot onto my chair, hugging my knee to my body with one hand, somehow not flashing myself. Not that it would matter. The man has seen every inch of me now, but still, we're talking now. I take a long sip of the chilled white wine, waiting for his response.

"Yep, your ass needs to be spanked more often." That statement he made earlier comes up again, and I'm more than interested to see just what he'll do.

"Are you offering?"

"Hell fucking yes." His gaze meets mine. I see the tensing in his jaw and the slow sweep of my body, lingering on my exposed thighs.

"Interesting. We'll have to come back to that." I wink. "I can see renting an RV and driving across the US during the summer or when vacations allow it. I know children bring joy and add to your life, but for now at least, I'm good with being a teacher and borrowing children that way." I take my last bite of food, enjoying everything Ryder's made us. This is ten times better than anything I could cook.

"You keep that up, we'll test it out. I might have to take this table home, name it Berkley, and make sure it's used for breakfast and dinner." His tone is promising. "I'm with you. Sienna keeps me busy. If they happen sometime down the road, that's fine too, but if not, it wasn't in the cards." He shrugs his shoulders. I can wholeheartedly understand his way of thinking.

"Will the real Berkley be invited too?"

"What do you think?" Ryder stands up, grabbing the plates. I hop up, knowing full well he cooked, so I should be cleaning.

"I'd say that's a yes. Tell me what I can do to help," I say with a yawn. The early mornings are not my friend, but unfortunately, my job doesn't allow for late start times.

"All there is are our dishes. Everything else has been cleaned up. Can you bring me the rest? We'll throw them in the dishwasher, turn off the lights, and be done. Did you drive?" he asks while I scurry back to the table to speed up the process.

"Nope, I grabbed a car. Nancy was walking out when I walked in. I probably should have told you about that sooner. I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about. I figured she'd left earlier and locked up. I'll take you home. As much as I want our night to continue, you're not allowed to turn into a pumpkin," he repeats what I said on the phone.

"Thank you." I hate that I won't be able to return the favor tonight. My arms wrap around his shoulders. Once he's done, I stand on my toes and kiss him. It's slow and soft, portraying what I feel for him.

"Not a problem." He smacks my ass before squeezing it and letting it go.

"I really don't like my job right now," I grumble.

"It's not just yours. Tomorrow, I'm on Si duty. Melody has an early appointment." He's not complaining at all. It has me falling for him even more.

"Okay, at least I get to see you for a few minutes tomorrow, then."

"How about after work you see me too? I'll close tomorrow and head to your place. I should be there around nine?" he asks.

"I'd say you have yourself a date." A smile takes over my face as we walk hand in hand out of the restaurant. Tomorrow night definitely can't come soon enough.