Ryder - Caveman Insticts Book Three(28)

Ryder held me for a while and I stared drifting as he kissed my neck and then his heat left me. I was tired and knew I should get up and clean myself, but I was too comfortable. Snuggling into the bed I started drifting off again, only to come awake when a warm cloth gently cleaned me up. I rolled onto my back and stared at Ryder. “Thanks.”

He brushed his lips against my forehead. “Anything for you. I like looking after you.”

My chest felt like it was going to burst, but I just smiled up at him and watched as he went and put the cloth in the bathroom and came back, settled in bed and snuggled me to him.

I would see the boxes tomorrow and unpack them. Closing my eyes, I settled against Ryder, and as his warmth seeped into me I knew I secretly liked his alpha ways, and that he’d moved me in.





I TOTALLY LOVED RYDER’S HOUSE, my house now, too. My new closet in particular. All my clothes and even my ridiculous amount of shoes fit in. I had room to buy more and I would still have room left. The walk-in-closet was the size of my room at my dad’s house. I had a whole closet to myself. Ryder a smaller one.

The people who’d packed my stuff had done a good job and taken care of all my precious things, my shoes especially. I think I was angry with Ryder for moving me in at first, because I thought my stuff would get ruined and I hated people touching my clothes and shoes. My shoes were my babies. I sometimes saved for months to buy Louis Vuitton or Prada. I couldn’t afford them, but because I lived with my dad and didn’t pay anything, my money was all my own I could save and buy them. I had expensive taste.

I’d moved into Ryder’s house and this week had been amazing. I’d had sex every night and some mornings, when he was home. I didn’t ‘do’ mornings and Ryder got up at the crack of dawn and sometimes throughout the night he got work calls and went in. Life was good. Even Arron had been the perfect brother. It helped he loved Ryder’s house. Arron, Oakley, and Shithead, (I called Andrew that because he was a dick, everything that came out of his big mouth was filth) got on like a house on fire. They were now the three musketeers. So everything was good. So good, I was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Not one of my shoes, but the proverbial one.

I had bodyguards. That was strange. Something I didn’t think I’d ever get used to. I really didn’t think I needed them. I could look after myself, but if Ryder wanted to waste money and put his mind at ease I’d let him. The guards kept out of my way, but I knew they were there. One stayed in the salon all day, but no one heard a peep from him. The girls at the salon loved the guards. They called them their constant eye candy.

Three days ago, Ryder came to my work for the first time and since then my girls hadn’t shut up about him. Smiling, I remembered that day…

My mind was in a fog and had been since I left Ryder’s, no, our house, this morning.

“Oh wow.” Mrs. Deblanchet gasped out loud. Looking up from her nails I followed her line of sight. Dark green orbs set in a masculine face I was coming to know very well, stared back at me.

“Vixen, when you have a moment.”

No one mistook who he was talking to. Ryder’s whole focus was on me and you couldn’t miss the way his gaze devoured and staked his claim at the same time.

Everyone had seemed frozen for a moment or two not saying a word until I shook my own head out of his spell and glanced back down at the job I’d been doing before I stared back at him. “I’ll be finished here in about fifteen or so. Why, what do you want?”

“If he wanted anything from me I’d happily give it,” mumbled Emily, my manager.

“Me too,” Greta added. She was another beauty lady like me, but she was in her late thirties.

I didn’t need to look around the room to see the other girls I worked with agreeing too. Rolling my eyes, I put my index finger to my lips. “Zip it. His head barely fits through the door as it is, don’t make it bigger.” The women all giggled and the bodyguard, Joel, who sat in the salon snickered.

The grin that split over his face had a sigh slipping past not just my own lips but those women around me. He moved closer to me and crossed his massive muscled arms over his broad chest. I knew he did this to torture me and prove he was indeed drool worthy and that the women sighing over him was well deserved, because his body was a work of art. At the show of another reason why Ryder was so yummy, I didn’t miss the women around me practically panting at the sight of the muscles on display. Then he spoke again in his deep gravelly voice and I knew that at work I would never hear the end of how good I was to bag a hottie like Ryder.