The Mating Game: Big Bad Wolf(37)

Ryker flipped her onto her back on the couch, his still-rigid length never slipping from her slick sheath. She felt weightless, almost dreamy as she wrapped her legs around his slender hips and clutched his back, feeling the muscles bunch and flex beneath her fingers.

He pounded into her hard, relentlessly, his hips pistoning and sweat sheening his skin as he pursued his own release. Each swift, decisive stroke of his cock caused fluttering contractions that deepened to orgasmic spasms as she cried out again and move her palms down to his firm buttocks, trying to draw him still further inside her.

With each thrust, Ryker made a low, feral sound. His eyes were squeezed closed, his face contorted in an expression of intense concentration and pleasure. Then he lost his rhythm, lost his control. He groaned hoarsely and gritted his teeth as he came, burying his face against Daisy’s breasts as he collapsed against her.

She was left lying pinned beneath his weight, sore and sated and sticky with her sweat and his. Her ruined panties hung from one leg. Their clothes were scattered around the room. The rom-com had long ago finished and the screen was showing a news report being read by a stern-looking middle-aged woman who looked a little like her mother, minus several thousand dollars’ worth of plastic surgery. Daisy’s mother would certainly have disapproved if she’d been able to see the wreckage of Ryker and Daisy’s lovemaking. Daisy found that she didn’t care in the slightest.





Chapter Fifteen




The next morning, Ryker and Daisy went to pick up Paolo, Frankie, and their families, who’d all offered to help Ryker in the stables that weekend. They were very excited to meet Cedar Park’s big celebrity. Paolo’s father, who was raising him alone, had even showed up sober, the first time that Daisy had ever seen him that way.

“You are one pretty horse,” Daisy said to Ryker’s favorite, Lightning, stroking his velvety nose. She’d never been up close with a horse before, and she found it thrilling. Daisy’s mother wasn’t one of those wealthy people who was horsey; she thought that horses were dirty and smelly. Daisy thought they were gorgeous, and Ryker had promised to teach her to ride.

“Not as pretty as me, of course,” Ryker said, handing her an apple to give to the horse. He walked off towards the end of the barn, where Daisy’s two students were brushing the horses.

“Not at all,” Daisy agreed. Then she leaned forward and whispered in the stallion’s ear. “Even prettier.” He flicked his ear appreciatively as he folded his lips around the apple and sucked it into his mouth.

“I heard that,” Ryker yelled back over his shoulder. “Shifter hearing, babe.”

“You heard nothing. Oh, hello, Harriet,” Daisy said.

Harriet been hanging around all morning. She had brought an enormous breakfast out for everybody, setting it out on folding tables outside the barn.

She’d also been acting weird. She’d been exceptionally affectionate, wrapping her arms around Daisy in a big hug. Then she’d rushed off to talk to Marge, whispering in her ear, and Marge had jotted something down on a pad of paper. Strange.

“Hello, dear. Carry on – just ignore me,” Harriet said as Daisy grabbed the brush and began running it over the stallion’s shiny coat.

Daisy felt something just behind her, and turned around and saw that Harriet was standing there with her hands in an odd position, one high up by her shoulder, another down by her waist.

“Harriet, you have been doing the weird hand stuff all morning. What’s up?” she demanded.

“Shhh!” Harriet hissed. “Don’t tell Ryker!” She glanced towards the end of the barn. Ryker, as if psychic, looked up at that particular moment, and scowled at his mother with deep suspicion.

“That Ryker. He always thinks I’m up to something,” Harriet complained.

“Aren’t you?” Daisy struggled not to laugh.

Harriet grabbed Daisy by the arm and dragged her outside. “Don’t tell him, because I’m not supposed to be rushing you into anything,” she said.

“Well, at least tell me what’s going on, because you’re making me nervous,” Daisy said.

“Me and Marge are just trying to figure out your measurements for your wedding dress. In case you want me to make it,” Harriet said nervously, blushing and looking at the ground.

“Harriet, that is so sweet,” Daisy said. “Also completely insane, of course. But mostly sweet. You do know that we haven’t made any final decisions yet, right?”

Daisy could have sworn that Harriet muttered “Sez you.”

“What was that?” Daisy asked.