CHAPTER 08

I drown a siren, right?” I teased as I stripped out of my shirt. Stabby McGee that was me—or about to be. Best and easiest way to kill a siren was with a silver knife. There were other ways—messier ways—but I couldn’t indulge in the middle of a full club.

Killing one wasn’t the hard part. Getting the drop on one was.

A deep growl of frustration ripped from Ryder’s throat, and I turned to him. His tall and broad frame looked oversized on the crappy motel bed as he sprawled out, staring at the ceiling. Ryder didn’t mope, but I’d classify him as mopey. Okay, maybe not mopey, but he was wound up tight like a fucking coil.

I climbed on top of him, legs straddling his waist and palms braced on either side of his head. That handsome face scowled at me while I just smiled.

“Not funny, Gray,” Ryder snapped.

“Baby, I know I can’t drown a fuckin’ siren,” I retorted. “They’re damn near mermaids!”

“Mermaids aren’t real.”

“They ain’t? I call bullshit. You can’t tell me sirens are real—a little off on the fictional lore and all that—but say mermaids ain’t.”

“You’re losing focus.”

“Am I? Or am I just distractin’ you until the bear in the fuckin’ room goes away?” I asked.

“I don’t sound like a bear.” He sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. Leaning down, I ran my tongue up the line of his neck.

“That ain’t even your sexy growl, baby.” Yeah, I needed to get ready, but I wouldn’t leave him like this.

“Fuck me,” he groaned as my teeth scraped lightly against the delicate skin over his pulse. His fingers kneaded into my hips.

“I’d damn sure like to,” I told him.

“Other way around today,” he murmured as his head tipped to the side. Not like I cared what way we did it. I wanted him naked and forgetting the world for just a tiny bit.

“Whatever you want, baby.” I kissed my way down his neck and over his shoulder, paying special mind to the individual dandelion seeds scattered in black ink over the curve of his shoulder and down his arm. It swirled down his bicep and right down to the second tattoo he had that reminded him of me—some geometric symbols for earth and air he’d found on the internet and liked. There was something incredibly sexy about the way the man wanted to brand pieces of me into his very skin.

My lips drifted across his hard-earned muscles. I hated working out, but fuck, I loved the body Ryder carved for himself because he did. My tongue dipped in the fine lines of his abs. That little moan he let out was perfection. I could feel how he relaxed under me—which was exactly what I wanted.

In a rush, we stripped off our pants. As my teeth grazed his inner thigh, his fingers weaved through my hair. I ran the flat of my tongue over his balls and along the length of his dick, enjoying the sigh of relief he let out.

I may not have been the best with words and emotions, but I was damn good at pulling Ryder out of his head in other ways.

Settling between his legs, I took all of him in my mouth. He let out a sharp hiss, and his fist tightened in my hair. That way his head tilted back and his lips parted spurred me on. I bobbed up and down on his dick, sucking hard and pushing him past the back of my throat each time. Salty pre-cum coated my tongue as I devoured him. I took every moan, groan, and thrust he gave me.

“Stop,” Ryder gasped, tugging me off as his body tensed. “Off, Gray. I’m not coming until I’m buried in that sexy ass of yours.”

Yes, please. He didn’t have to tell me twice. As he swiped the lube out of the nightstand, I straddled him. Impatiently, I waited for him to coat his dick before lining up. All I wanted was him inside me.

“Slow,” he ordered, his fingers digging into my hip bones as the crown of his dick pressed past that tight ring of muscles. God, my body was fucking ready for him. Slow wasn’t what I wanted. Still, I lowered onto him with a groan. The inch-by-inch pace was agonizing, and his hold on me was bruising. I may have been on top, but he was in full control—a fact I had no problem with. When he bottomed out, he rasped, “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, honey.”

I said something. Sort of. The angle and the way he stretched me was dizzying—the kind of rush I wanted to dive into. And just sitting there? Without moving? It was pure torture. My body buzzed, desperate to feel him moving inside me. My cock throbbed with a need to be touched.

“Fuck, baby,” I let out. “I need to move.”

“No,” he replied. “Hold still, Gray.”

Jesus fucking Christ, the man tested me. His hand wrapped around my dick, stroking meticulously. I moaned and braced on his chest as I felt the simple movement from head to toe. His fist worked me base-to-tip, grazing that bundle of nerves under my crown with every pull.

Liquid heat melted down my spine as the pressure in my balls built. Fuck, I wouldn’t last if he kept doing that.

“Ride my cock, honey,” Ryder said .

“Yes, Sir,” I murmured, not needing to be told twice. I moved up and down his length, my moans growing louder. One hand gripped my ass as he guided me over his dick in controlled movements. The other kept stroking me. Up and down. Faster and faster. My fingers curled against his shoulders, seeking something to ground myself to as every nerve in my body fired in overdrive.

Fuck, I saw stars.

I was right fucking there.

And then he stopped. He sat upright, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me down on him until his cock filled me completely. His teeth scraped my ear. I shuddered and moaned, my whole body alive in a myriad of sensations. Everywhere his hands roamed set my skin on fire.

“Fuck me,” I whispered in a mixture of frustration and a plea.

“Not yet.” His lips brushed along my jawline, and my head tipped back automatically for him. “Not until you’re desperate to come and beg like a good boy for me.”

Fuck me. Words like that got me every time.

Ryder took his time as the intensity of everything began to wane. His mouth drifted down my neck in a pattern of light bites and kisses. I was a panting mess when I dragged his lips to mine, my tongue seeking out his. When I did, one hand grasped my ass and urged me to move again.

“Keep going, honey… just like that,” he whispered as I followed his lead and settled into a slow but steady pace. “You take my cock so well, Gray.”

The moments when Ryder’s dirty mouth really came out were some of my favorites. That combined with the praise fucking did me in. I struggled to keep the pace he set, desperate for more.

His hand moved between us, and he fisted my dick once more. He skated up and down my throbbing length while my fingers dug into his shoulders. Every nerve fired in excess, especially as he leaned back enough to change the angle. His cock stroked my prostate with every pass. I was a hot mess—on fire head-to-toe and needy as fuck.

Tangling my fingers in his hair, my mouth crashed into his. Tongues battling. Moaning. Teeth scraping skin. I was fucking flying—lost in everything that he gave me. I was right there, my dick weeping in his hand and my balls drawing up tight.

“Stop,” he ordered once more. One strong arm wrapped tight around my waist to pin me down on him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I muttered. Breathing hard, my forehead tipped to his shoulder as he let go of my dick. “You’re killin’ me, baby.”

“You like it.” The confidence in his words wasn’t lost on me. And I fucking did. The build-up was a rush I couldn’t get anywhere else in my life. No one could do to my body what Ryder could.

“Still killin’ me.”

“I like you desperate for me.” His tongue ran over my Adam’s apple and up my neck. His teeth tugged on my ear, and I groaned loudly, my dick twitching against his stomach. “How badly do you want to come, Gray?”

“I’m ready to fuckin’ explode, baby.”

“I’m not convinced, honey,” he replied. Fuck me. I had a love-hate relationship with the way he edged me. “Look at me, Gray.”

I did.

“Good boy,” he praised, and I fucking shuddered. I was a needy fucking mess wanting every little thing he gave me. “Let me hear you say it.”

“Please, baby,” my lips brushed against his, “you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy. I just want to come already.”

That arm around my waist tightened as he flipped me fast, pulling out in the process. As my head fell back on the pillow, his mouth wrapped around my dick.

“ Oh, fuck me ,” I rasped. He was relentless as he annihilated every ounce of control and restraint I had. His tongue, his fist, the vibrations of every moan. It was a cataclysmic combination that fucking ruined me. My heart galloped against my ribs and my breath stuck in my lungs as I came impossibly hard. He milked my dick for all it was worth until I was spent.

“Do you know how incredible you taste, Gray?” Ryder whispered against my skin as he licked and kissed his way up my body. I made an incomprehensible sound, making him chuckle. “Satisfied, honey?”

“Not until you come in me like you fuckin’ promised you would,” I said. “Fuck me, baby. Use me to make yourself come.”

“That’s my good boy. Always so eager to please,” he replied while making himself comfortable between my thighs. My legs wrapped around his hips as he slid back inside me, my body welcoming him all over again. He groaned against my mouth as he picked right up where he left off, thrusting into me with even strokes.

“Lose control for me, baby,” I urged.

“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, honey.” His forehead tipped against mine as he shifted his weight. His pace picked up, turning brutal as he let go and lost himself. My moans became his, his breath became mine, our sweat-slicked bodies slid against one another. The smell of his skin—that fancy-ass soap of his—consumed me, clouding my head. My dick never went down, and my body sparked with every thrust of his hips.

His fingers bruised my hip as he clung on for dear life, chasing that last bit of his release. I kissed every inch of his skin I could and licked my way up his neck. I felt how his body tensed and his movements grew frantic in those last moments. My legs tightened, dragging him closer. My muscles clenched around him in anticipation, and he lost it. Burying his cock deep inside me, he came with a guttural sexy sound.

“Jesus fuck,” Ryder let out, the words blending together. His body trembled over mine. I kissed his jaw, and my teeth scraped against his beard.

“I fuckin’ love you,” I told him softly and enjoyed the smile it pulled from him. He kissed me once, twice, three times.

“I love you too.”