Trevor looked at Rye once he had all his belongings in his arms, and I could see the way his eyes widened as he took in the man in front of him. Yeah, Rye had everyone reacting that way every single time. Trevor then looked between Rye and me, clearly not knowing what he should do.
“It’s late and best you leave now, boy,” Rye said, his voice deep, slightly serrated.
Trevor nodded and looked at me again, and I lifted my hand in a wave. “I'll see you at school.”
Trevor nodded and walked past Rye, his body so much smaller than the man I'd been lusting after. Once Trevor was gone, Rye looked at me, and the air seemed to heat, become thicker. I couldn't help but feel that Rye was annoyed that Trevor had been here.
“Did I interrupt something between you and your boyfriend?” Rye said, his voice seeming deeper, as if he was angry.
I stood and watched him walk into the kitchen, his focus still trained on me. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer, popped the cap and looked at me as he drank a long pull from it.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” My throat felt thick, tight. “Where's my father?” I was on edge, his close proximity always doing something to me. The air was so hot, so thick that I felt perspiration dot the valley between my breasts.
“He got a call and had to go back to the bar.” He took a step closer, and I found myself moving one back. Having him so near had my entire body worked up, my heart racing and my palms sweating.
He was only a few feet from me now, his dark gaze locked on mine, his body heat spearing right into me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't even think coherently at the moment. And Rye didn't say anything, just continued to watch me.
“So you just have random school guys come over?” His voice was low, the scent of him making me drunk.
“Trevor isn’t some random guy. And when we have a report due, then yeah, I have him over.”
He didn’t say anything after that, the dark look in his eyes speaking louder than if he’d shouted at me.
I thought about being bold, being brave and just telling him how I felt, maybe even reaching out and placing my hand on his wide, muscular chest. But I was a coward and feared the repercussions of what my acts might bring.
I feared his rejection.
“How long will he be gone?” I heard my voice shake, felt the tremble in my entire body.
“A long time.” He didn't say anything after that, just lifted his beer and took another drink as he stared at me. “I’ll stay here until he gets back.”
God, he was so big, so masculine. If I pressed my body to his right now, my head would rest right at the center of his chest. He made me feel so feminine, and I’d never even touched him.
And that's what I really wanted to do right now … touch him.
3
Jessa
The next day
The sound of my cell phone going off had me opening my eyes and staring at it as it vibrated and skidded across my nightstand. I reached for it and saw my dad's number flash across the screen.
“Hello?” I said, my voice scratchy from sleep.
I hadn't done anything last night concerning Rye. I'd been too afraid of how he'd react if I showed him what I wanted, told him I desired him. So instead I'd gone to my room, shut the door, and lay in bed for the next three hours just listening to my heart thunder behind my ribs.
“Hey, sweetheart. I have to leave town for the night. I won't be home until tomorrow evening. I wanted to let you know before I go.”
For my father being such a dangerous badass, he took good care of me, making sure to let me know what was going on. It was because of those qualities that it was easy for me to overlook what he did for a living.
Once the call was disconnected, I lay back in bed and stared at the ceiling for long seconds. I had a full day of classes, but it was hard to focus on anything but Rye. He invaded my senses, my very thoughts.
Having him so close last night, his focus trained right on me, and the possessiveness and need coming off him in waves had made me wish I was braver.
I wished I’d told him how I felt, what I wanted. I wished I would've cleared the table off and let him take me right then and there. Just thinking about it now had my nipples becoming hard little rocks, and my pussy getting wetter.
I was tempted to touch myself, to go over the edge as I thought about him, imagined his hands on my inner thighs, his mouth right between my legs as he licked and sucked at my pussy.
A shiver worked its way through me, and I started breathing harder and faster.
But I wouldn't resort to doing that, simply because it would make matters worse. It would make my need escalate. I knew this because I'd done it before, and suffered the intense arousal that had simmered afterward.
I could control myself, at least for the time being.
Rye
Later that night
I pulled my SUV to a stop in front of Kash's house. He’d asked me to swing by and check on Jessa since he had to head out of town for the gun trade.
I curled my hands hard on the steering wheel, the leather creaking under my powerful grip. I was worked up knowing she was inside the house.
I'd just been here last night, and although I'd been decent and hadn't touched Jessa or made my desire known, my arousal had slowly been building. I wanted her like a fiend, wanted to grab her thighs and spread them open, wanted to place my mouth on her pretty cunt and run my tongue up her slit.
I cut the engine and got out of the vehicle. I could've just called her or left the car running as I went to the front door and made sure she was okay. But I was a dirty bastard and wanted to see her, wanted to take in the sweet scent of her.
I might've overreacted when her little guy friend was at the house yesterday. But seeing him close to her, wondering if she was with him, if he touched her, kissed her, made this jealous rage fill me. He was a small guy compared to me, not even a threat in all reality, but just thinking about him with Jessa made me pissed.
I brought my knuckles down on the front door, and only a minute later she opened it. I could see the surprise on her face that I was here. I tried to keep my cool, my composure. But all I could do was stare at her.
She wore an oversize shirt, one part hanging over her shoulder and exposing her golden skin and delicate collarbone. And the shorts she wore, if she even had any on, had to be short as hell because they didn’t even go below the hem of the shirt.
“Rye.” She said my name and licked her lips.
My cock jerked like a hungry fucker for her.
“What are you doing here?”
I looked over her head to see if I could spot any little assholes that were here with her. “Your father asked me to come by and check on you since he's gone for the night.” I brought my attention back to her face and gazed her right in the eyes.
We stood there for several seconds, neither saying anything, but I kept my focus trained right on her. I found myself staring down at her chest, her breasts slightly swelling under the shirt, her nipples hard. Fuck, she was obviously not wearing a bra.
And then she moved to the side, as if silently asking if I wanted to come in. I didn't move, though.
She cleared her throat and looked at the ground and finally did speak. “Would you like to come in for a little bit?”
I should've said no, should've been stronger and turned around and went back to my vehicle. She was safe and fine at the house, and I had no business going inside. But because I was a weak fucking asshole who was hard up for this woman—and only this one—I found myself stepping inside.
The door shut behind me with a soft click, and a second later she was moving around until she was right in front of me.
“You know, I am an adult and really don't need anybody checking up on me.”
She was staring me right in my eyes, her voice soft, slightly trembling. I could tell my presence made her nervous, and I'd be lying if I didn’t admit it turned me on more.
Truth was, I probably didn't need to check on her for safety reasons. Kash's house was wired up like it was the damn Pentagon. Cameras and alarms, all the bells and whistles, surrounded the outside of the house and would ensure that nobody even stepped foot on the property without him knowing.
“I know. But your old man is paranoid when it comes to your safety.”
She nodded, then glanced at the ground, as if she was too nervous to continue looking at me.
I was about to tell her I was heading out, because if I stayed, I knew I might do something that would be crossing the line. Before the words came out, she was watching me again, her eyes wide, her mouth partly open.
Her lips were red, and I wanted to lean down and run my tongue along the swells of them. I wanted to suck the bottom lip into my mouth, lightly biting it, hearing her moan for more. I imagined her on her knees in front of me, her mouth parted even wider as she guided my huge cock into her mouth.
I couldn't help the images that slammed into my head of her cheeks hollowing in and out, her head bobbing up and down as she took my entire length to the back of her throat.
“Do you want to stay and visit for a little while?”
God, her voice did things to my body, made me think of doing filthy fucking acts with her.
I nodded instead of saying anything verbally because I didn't trust my voice in that moment. She led us into the kitchen and opened the fridge to grab two beers. She looked a little hesitant as she handed me one and kept the other for herself. Did she think I'd scold her for underage drinking? I sold guns illegally, for fuck’s sake. What was her drinking one beer going to hurt?