Resisting Ryder(58)

“Really?” Stormy asked in disbelief.

“You’re addictive,” he said as he leaned in to kiss her again. “I can’t get enough. I’d do anything for you. You’re the release I need.”

She kissed him back and relished in all the attention he was showering on her. Jett loved her deeply, but Ryder was showing a sort of passion she’d never felt before from any guy. It was new and exciting, and it was happening so fast.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” he whispered in his year. “I’ve been thinking it all night, but I forgot to tell you. Guess I was a little preoccupied.”

“Thank you,” she smiled back at him. She buried her face in his neck and breathed in his expensive cologne. She’d never smelled anything like it before, and she knew it wasn’t anything remotely available in Kansas.

She ran her fingers over his brawny, tatted arms and traced the outline of his muscles that flexed and moved as he ran his hands over her body. She wanted him badly, but deep down she felt instant pangs of guilt. Jett hadn’t been gone that long and here she was about to screw his older brother.

Ryder stood up and helped her up to her feet.

“What are you doing?” she cooed.

He picked her up in his strong arms and threw her back on his bed, up by the headboard, caveman style.

Stormy laughed. “Is this for real?”

Ryder locked the bedroom door and walked back over to her on the bed. She began to get very nervous as he wasn’t saying much, just looking at her with hungry, longing, aching eyes. He climbed over top of her on the bed and began kissing her again. He worked his way down to her neck and then her collar bone as his hands traveled every inch of her body. He slipped his hand up underneath her top and caressed her soft breasts with his strong, calloused hands.

“Do you trust me?” he asked in his breathless, sexy voice.

Stormy nodded. “Yes, but don’t you think we’re moving too fast?”

Ryder collapsed on top of her and stopped what he was doing. “Really?”

He rolled over next to her on the bed, keeping a good distance between them.

Stormy wanted to continue, but she was sure she’d ruined the moment. Ryder laid next to her, exasperated and frustrated.

“Hey,” she said. She stood up on her knees on the bed and pulled her top off. Next she unhooked her bra and tossed it on the floor.

Ryder perked up as he sat up. His eyes glazed over her body and her perfect, round breasts. He reached out and caressed them as he put his wet mouth on each of her nipples. His hands gripped her waist and pulled her back down on top of him.

She reached down and unzipped his jeans, sliding them down. She could feel the outline of his hard bulge as she straddled him. She wanted him now more than ever. She couldn’t wait any longer. After the kind of night they’d had, she needed a release too. And putting Jett’s killer to justice was a great reason to celebrate.

“I just can’t control myself around you,” he said, his mouth all over her body. “And knowing I shouldn’t have you makes me want you even more.”

His words echoed more true than any other words he’d ever said to her. They resonated deep inside her as she laid next to him and thought about Jett once again.

She ignored her feelings of guilt and the remorse she was sure to feel the next morning, and continued giving herself to Ryder. She slipped off her jeans and panties and laid on the bed, ready for the taking. She was going to give herself, all of herself, to him.

He climbed over top of her, his triceps steadying his muscular upper body, and lowered his hips to hers. He reached down, grabbing his thick cock, and wasted no time pressing it inside of her waiting lady kingdom.

“Ah,” she called out as it went in. “Oh, my god.”

He exhaled slowly as he plunged himself deep inside her.

“Yeah,” he said. “This is what I needed.”

She grabbed his shoulders with her delicate hands and dug her fingernails into his thick skin. She loved watching the motion of his body and muscles as he moved and thrusted inside of her. She felt safe with him. And wanted. And almost loved. And in the darkness of his bedroom, she could have sworn she was making love to Jett again.

She closed her eyes and swayed her hips into his, meeting him thrust for thrust. She forced her body to relax and enjoy the sweet release that was about to come over each of them. Screwing Ryder was intense, and she needed the distraction.





CHAPTER 21




The condo was quiet and still Saturday morning as Stormy laid in bed and listened to the thumping of her heart in her chest. She and Ryder had fallen asleep naked and on top of the covers the moment after their tryst happened. As she predicted, she instantly felt guilty about it. They had had too much to drink that night, she was sure of it, and with everything that happened with Zander, they weren’t in their right state of mind. She chalked it up to that.