Chapter 8

Eight

Kandy

A t the sound of the kitchen door swinging on its hinges, I look up from the pancake in front of me. I expect to see Ted coming in to hurry me along. The dining room has been gratifyingly quiet since I made my exit, but I don't expect it to last very long.

My neighbors are not known for their patience, or after today, their manners. I figure they've gotten over their fascination with my love life now that their tummies are growling.

But it isn't Ted coming in through the swinging doors.

Nope.

It's Ry stalking my way. The swinging door closes behind him with a thunk , and he stops his prowl only long enough to engage the lock.

"You have a thing about locks, huh?" I tease.

By the possessive and hungry look in his eyes I bet he's probably not in the mood for teasing.

"What's—?"

Before I get another word out, he presses up behind me, moving my body sideways until instead of facing the grill, I am beside the window that peeks out into the dining room. His hard body crowds me, and before I have a chance to figure out what he is up to, he flips up the hem of my skirt. With a hand on my back he guides me forward until I am leaning over the counter, my ass in the air.

"Ry?"

"Shh, baby, just follow my lead."

His hushed command has me wet and ready for whatever he wants to do to me. His large hand travels up the back of my smooth thigh until it rests on my panty-covered ass cheek.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I turn my head to gaze over my shoulder and what I see has my heart stopping.

Pure awe and reverence shines in Ryder's eyes as he takes in the view of my body.

"Staking my claim, sweetheart," he growls lowly.

Claim?

His?

Okay.

Warm callused fingers slide to the edge of my panties.

"I've come to love lace on you."

He pulls the edge to the side and slips his fingers in and groans when he finds me dripping wet.

"Your cl-claim, huh?"

Yeah, way to go sounding strong and in command, Kandy.

His words make no sense since we both know his time is nearly up. But all thinking stops when he swirls the pad of his thumb over my throbbing clit while his other hand grips my ass possessively.

A soft moan breaks from my lips, and I widen my eyes as panic grips me. My gaze darts toward the window overlooking the hungry crowd, praying none of them hear me.

"You need to be quiet, baby," Ryder whispers in my ear.

Thankfully everyone seems engrossed in their own conversations. From the little I can see no one is looking our way.

I tilt my hips back, giving him better access. "Hurry!"

"Your sweet cunt's dripping, Kandy. I can be between your creamy thighs for days and still not be satisfied." To make his point, he slides his fingers inside me and pulls them out.

Sure enough my girl-cum drips down his fingers.

My teeth sink into my bottom lip to keep from crying out. He pumps his finger in and out of me, stroking me to a higher heat than I've felt before. Maybe it's because all these new sensations in me are warring with the fact I have to hurry up and enjoy them—him—while it lasts, or it could be all Ryder and everything we shared in the past. What we shared finally going to the next level give or take ten years.

Gah, does that make me pathetic or a hold out for something better?

I can't think straight right now. All I know is I need more.

I turn my chin to my shoulder and look up at him from beneath my lashes. "I-I need…"

"I know what you need." Ryder doesn't hesitate. The hiss of his zipper and the head of his cock nudging at my center has me gasping and moaning into my hands. I push back as he spreads my folds, sinking into my heated channel until his heavy balls sit against me. His thick, long throbbing cock filling me to the max spills cream all over us and my panties.

He grips my ass hard as he pounds into me with slow thrusts. Moving his hands to my breasts, he palms the heavy weight, making me whimper in appreciation. Centered and grounded, he begins to pound in and out of my pussy until stars start to burst behind my eyelids.

I grip the stainless steel edges of the counter to brace myself.

"Ryder," I whisper, my chin still touching my shoulder.

"Shh, baby." His hands shift to my hips, and he leans forward so his mouth captures mine in a hard kiss.

Sensations pummel all of my senses—the sounds of dishes and voices from the dining room, the chafe of Ryder's jeans against my thighs, his fingers gripping my hips and the feeling of him touching me so deep inside as he glides in and out that I don't know where his body starts and mine begins.

Added to that is the adrenaline rush from knowing only a partial wall stands between everyone I know seeing Ryder claim me for his.

Whatever that means. I can't look too deep into his words or actions.

"That's it, baby, squeeze down on me. Clamp that pretty pussy around my cock and take my milk."

Feeling the power in him, I know it's only a matter of seconds before my body obeys his command. My ass in the air, I start to rock my hips in pace with his thrusts. Heavy breathing rattles my chest. He takes my mouth in a burning, fiery kiss, our tongue warring.

Ryder tears his lips from mine and places his mouth near my ear. "I'm going to come so deep inside you, baby. You're going to take my cum, aren't you, sweet girl?"

"Yes," I whisper, his words pushing me closer and closer to an orgasm. "I want to feel your cum filling me up."

His fingers squeeze my hips tighter as he picks up his pace, thrusting inside me harder and harder with each stroke. "You're going to serve those men breakfast with your sweet little cunt coated in my cum?"

"Yes, Ry!" And as the words rasp out of me, my mind fills with the imagery to his words and it sends me flying, wringing an orgasm from me so strong, the muscles of my pussy clamp around him like a glove. Every throbbing pulse of his cock sends shivers through my body, cranking up the sensations of my own climax.

"Fuck, yes! That's it, baby." He plunges into me hard as I come all over his cock. He pounds into me again and again until his hot cum releases inside me. "So pretty and hungry for my milk. Take all of it."

And I do. Standing in the kitchen of my diner, staring out at my friends and neighbors as Ryder plants his seed deep, deep inside me, and I feel something change between us. I feel branded and taken by him. And judging by the way his arms clench around me, holding me close to his body as we both came down from our orgasms, I know he felt it, too.

"Something burning, Kandy?" Theo's voice booms into the kitchen from the dining room, bringing me back to reality. I jump, causing Ryder's dick to slide out of me, spilling our mixed juices down my thighs.

Disappointed at the loss of him, I do my best to turn my attention back to the pancakes as more of his cum trickles down to wet my panties.

He kisses the side of my neck. You know the place I'm talking about. The place that has you wanting to throw your arms around the man who just made you see stars and demand an encore, before taking a step back to right himself. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Ryder tuck his cock back into his jeans.

When he's done, he comes to stand behind me, his hands smoothing my clothes down as I start to pile pancakes and bacon onto round, white plates and place them in the pickup window.

He presses another warm, wet kiss to the back of my neck, and his breath sends a shiver down my spine.

I glance down quickly to make sure I am all put back together.

"Don't worry, Beautiful. Nobody but me gets to see you looking like you've just been taking my cock. That's only for you and me." He pushes my hair back off my face, running his hand over it in an attempt to tame the unruly strands.

The sweetness of his assurances, along with his gentle touch, causes my heart to squeeze and has me wishing for more than I can have. I look at him again wistfully this time, as for one brief moment I allow myself a second to wish my body belonged to him forever and always, and not just for the next day.

But I am too realistic to indulge in that kind of wishful thinking for too long. I stare up at his beautiful, hard face for a brief instant before I turn back to the window.

"Order up," I call, glad for the reminder of reality. I will keep my promise to myself and not to lose my head or my heart to the domineering biker who roared back into my life so abruptly. He'll be roaring back out just as fast and I'll be damned if he takes my heart with him.