Chapter 4

Four

Kandy

I cannot believe I agreed to give my virginity to the boy I once loved... for pie.

I must be out of my ever-loving mind.

Ryder plants my ass back on the table right when I think he's hauling me off to the bedroom only to reach back and lock the door. And slide a chair under the handle.

I sigh. This man. I swear.

"You've lived in the city too long, Ry."

I use his nickname from days gone by and I get a cocked brow and what I think is a grin. I don't know really. He's angled away from me fiddling with the damn lock.

I'm ready, willing and able here. Hello!

"I've lived in this town my whole life, ya know. Cough cough. The closest we get to a serious crime is when Willy Brookes mistakes the garage for his barn and lets himself in to sleep one off. I cock my own brow and blow a strand of hair out of my face. "I'm perfectly safe with the lock that's on there."

He rattles the door handle again and kicks the chair leg to make sure nothing is going anywhere before turning back to me.

Talk about a deer caught in headlights. I'm instantly trapped in the heat of his stare. The cut of his muscles, the thick bulge hiding behind his zipper.

He stalks toward me in a slow prowl. One that highlights every miniscule flex and dip of muscle on the man's upper body.

"You telling me you never get hit on by some trucker you serve breakfast? The good ole boys around here don't try to get in your pants? Get a little Kandy before moving on?" His eyes drilled into mine at his last words, and I can see the rage building behind those thick lashes. But his ire isn't pointed at me. There's not a bone in my body that's afraid of Ryder Wolfe. No. The man is worked up for me. Angered by the idea I would put myself in danger.

I want to laugh, but he makes my heart melt into the damn floor with his overprotective act. Only it's not an act. He's genuinely worried for me.

And I get what he is saying. It isn't the first time I'd heard similar things. The guys in town are always warning me to lock my door or waiting at the diner until I'd close up and they walk me safely to the garage. But that was different. Those were guys I'd known all my life and they worried about me?—

I haven't seen Ryder in a decade. Seeing him like this kickstarts some more buried fantasies that ended with me as a momma to a pack of little boys all having their daddy's deep brown eyes.

He reaches the table and I'm back in his arms, his hands on my ass, and the kitchen fades into my bedroom.

I'm spread out over the bed before I can protest or counter his argument with my own.

"Less talk, more of you on me. We can talk about locks and your safety later. No one will bother you as long as I am here. You have me for now."

Yes, I did.

Fully naked, I prop myself up on my elbows and spread my thighs. I left a corner lamp on before leaving for the diner this morning, knowing I would be back after sundown.

Good thing too, because holy hell does it do the perfect job of highlighting all the delicious muscle I'm going to run my tongue over.

Ryder steps to the end of the bed and pops the button on his jeans. I shiver. I can't help it. I'm getting ready for the full Magic Mike routine and he knows it.

Wearing the cockiest smile I've ever seen on a man, he runs his thumbs along the beltline of his jeans a couple of times, dipping in key points to give me a hint of his treasure trail before easing his jeans down enough to give me a tease of his package. Damn him!

Oh, two can play at this game.

I lie back and ease a finger between my folds, giving a little bit of a show of my own as I watch him strip.

Jeans and boxers come off, shoes too I guess, but all I'm focused on now is him on me and the deliciousness of his weight pressing me into the mattress.

And his cock.

I'm spellbound by the fierce, hungry look in his eyes when I reach between us and wrap my fingers around his length. Hot cum wets my hand the longer I work him.

"Jesus Christ, Kandy, I love your hands on me," he groans into my shoulder.

He buries his hands in my hair and tugs my mouth to his, claiming my lips. Our tongues glide together and when the crown of his dripping cock nudges my slick core, I wrap my legs around him eager for what comes next.

His thick, swollen cock head nudges my lips open. I arch and dig my heels into him for more. If I'd know the burn would be a sweet, delicious pain like this, I might not have waited so long back during the days of Kandy's Peak.

He pushes into my opening, deeper and deeper an inch at a time until he hits resistance and halts.

"It's okay, we'll take this nice and easy, sweetheart."

He tasks my gasps for pain but what I really want is for him to sink so deep inside me I don't have a chance in hell to feel anything but wholly possessed.

"Fuck me, Ryder. Take me deeper. Take me."

"Then open your legs, baby, and let me in."

He pushes into my slick, eager heat and with one solid thrust breaks through until he's fully seated inside my channel.

Locking eyes, he brushes the hair from my face and covers my forehead and cheeks with light kisses all the while flexing gently. Drawing out ever so slightly before pushing back in.

His thickness has me stretched and full. Wicked heat blooms out and every cell in my body feels all the things: need hot as Hell's fire, awe at the man staring down at me, and a gut-wrenching emotion I can't put a label too other than fullness. Like I've leveled up in life and with someone I've always loved.

It's true. I never got over Wolfe.

"Oh, God, Ryder," I whisper against his lips, kissing him hard.

Arms come around me and I'm pinned against a wall in the next second.

"Tighten those legs around me, baby, and hold on."

Muscles flex and bunch under my hands when I do as he says.

He starts out in a slow rhythm at first but a couple of strokes and he's banging into me so hard pictures are falling off walls.

"Harder," I scream, tightening my legs around him.

Gripping my waist, he pulls me down as he thrusts in, grinding my clit against his base. It's the perfect combination to have me barreling toward another orgasm.

He raises me up again and pulls out until the tip rests at my entrance. He slams back in, repeating his torturous thrusts until I don't know names or days anymore.

Everything about him strains, and I can tell he's close to losing his load inside me.

We move faster and I reach for my nipples, twisting the peaks. Electricity zips through me and strikes my core, spilling liquid all over us.

"Fuck, baby you're so damn wet, so good. Cum for me, now!"

I do. His thick, fat cock is stretching me so tight I can feel every heartbeat as if it's my own.

I tug on my nipples again and this time I detonate, shooting us both through space.

"Christ, Kandy, you're milking me," he roars, head thrown back. Pulse after pulse of his cum shoots into me as my pussy clenches around the man I've crushed on for years.

He keeps rocking his hips, fucking me down from cloud nine. Our chests rattle with the need for air, but our bodies… well I think his is humming just like mine.

"Fuck."

I rest my forehead against his. "Yeah."

New sensations take over me and I lift my hands to cup his face. I pull his mouth down to mine and he obliges me, kissing me hard and deep. His tongue slides along the seam of my lips and I open for him. The moment I do, he plunges his tongue inside, mimicking the movements of his cock.