Ryker (Kings of Korruption MC Book 1) (13 page)

When he turns and leaves the room, he’s not even aware that he’d just caused my heart rate to double with that sweet kiss.

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Ryker

Leaving Charlie in my room, I quickly shower and tug on a clean pair of boxer shorts.
 
I prefer to sleep naked, but she may not be quite so cool with that.

Crawling into bed, I’m surprised to see she’s still awake.
 
She rolls over, facing me in the dark.
 
“Ryker?”

Hearing her whisper my name, while lying in my bed is a total mind fuck.
 
I shouldn’t be here with her.
 
I need to get out of this bed.
 
I need to move to the couch.
 
I need to stay here and just be close to her.
 
I need to kiss her sweet lips.
 
I need to touch her.
 
Reaching out, I lay my hand on her cheek, stroking her cheekbone with my thumb.
 
“Hmmmm?”

“Why are you helping me?”
 
I blink in surprise, but before I can answer, she rushes on.
 
“I mean, I know that you and Anna are … are whatever you are so, I get why you’d help her, but why me?”

I can’t contain the chuckle that escapes my throat.
 
“Anna and I?
 
Babe, Anna and I are nothing.”

“But … but you … she –“

“Your sisters a skank baby girl.”
 
Her body stiffens, but I continue.
 
“Just a warm body that’ll spread her legs for anyone.”
 
I shake my head.
 
“I’d never even met your sister before the other night, and I gotta say Charlie, I do
not
like her at all.”

She props herself up on her elbow, and I can see her cocked eyebrow in the moonlight.
 
“Don’t like her?”
 
Her voice is laced with disbelief.
 
“You sure seemed to like her when she had her hand down your pants!”

Holding her gaze, I shake my head.
 
“Nope.
 
Not even then.
 
I only followed her into that room because, honest to God Charlie, she looked a fuck of a lot like you.”
 
I hear her surprised intake of breath.
 
“I’m helping you because Krueger is a sick fuck, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna just step aside and let him have you.
 
I’m helping Anna because she’s important to you, not to me.
 
I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

In the dim light streaming through the window, I watch her nose scrunch up in confusion.
 
“But I thought … you and Anna?
 
I thought you were together?”

“You thought wrong, baby girl.
 
I didn’t even know her name ‘til you stormed in.”
 
I give her cheek another stroke, bringing my face closer to hers.
 
“You’re the reason I’m doing this.
 
Not her.”

She swallows thickly.
 
“Oh.”

I grin.
 
She’s so goddamned cute.

She continues to whisper, “Do you really think he’ll leave me alone?”

Moving my hand to the back of her head, I pull her into me and press my lips to her forehead.
 
“I’ll make sure of it, baby girl.”

She nods and looks up at me.
 
Our faces are so fucking close.
 
Her breaths fan across my lips, smelling like the mint toothpaste from my bathroom.
 
Lowering my eyes, I stare at her full pouty lips just as her little pink tongue darts out to moisten them.
 
I can easily imagine them wrapped around my cock.
 
Her eyes are locked on
my
lips, her breaths coming more rapidly.
 

“Fuck it.”
 
Using the hand at the back of her neck, I yank her face to mine, claiming her mouth with my own.
 
She gasps.
 
My body hums with electricity and my tongue darts forward, tasting her.
 
Her floral scent surrounds me and my cock jumps to attention.
 
Sliding her tongue along mine, she lets out a sexy little growl.
 
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling my body into hers.

Tilting my head, I deepen our kiss and wrap my arm around her tiny waist, bringing our bodies even closer.
 
Hitching her leg up over my hip, she uses her foot to pull me into her.
 
Bodies locked together, hearts pounding, we kiss like our lives depend on it.
 
I swear it’s this moment that I become hers.
 
My chest burns with an unfamiliar emotion.
 
Sex for me has never been about emotion, but this … this is different.
 
I feel something intense for her, and if my dick wasn’t screaming for attention, I would take the time to figure out what that something is.

I can’t stop.
 
I need to feel her.
 
Every single part of her.
 
Running my hand down her back, I cup her tight, round ass.
 
She moans into my mouth, grinding her hips into mine.
 
I can’t contain the moan that escapes me.
 
My heart pounds out of control as I grind my hips back against her.
 
Reaching down with both hands, she grabs onto my ass, pulls me into her and rubs that sweet pussy over my boxer clad erection.

Fuck me.
 
I feel like a fifteen year old boy.
 
I’m so close to coming just from dry humping this girl, but I don’t even care – it feels so fucking good.
 
I’ve fucked a lot of women over the years, all of them were too easy.
 
They all begged for it but I always knew if I said no, they’d just go and find someone else’s cock to ride.
 
Charlie’s different.
 
I can almost taste her innocence.
 
She’s nothing like the other women I’d been with.

Her hands roam up and down my back as she continues to grind against me.
 
She’s wearing nothing but a pair of cotton panties and my old AC/DC t-shirt.
 
Those panties are soaked, her wetness coming right through the material of my boxers, driving me fucking crazy.
 
Reaching my hand up her shirt, I palm her tit, rubbing my thumb quickly back and forth over the hard peak of her nipple.
 
My other hand on her hip, I guide her body as we continue to grind against one another.
 
Breathing heavily, she lets out a moan from deep in her throat.
 
I know she’s about to come.
 
Fuck.
 
I’m close too.
 
I pinch her nipple, hard.
 
Her breath catches in her throat, and she’s done for.
 
She screams out my name, her body shaking with her release.
 
So fucking hot.

Her hips still, then she’s reaching down the front of my shorts, grasping my aching cock.
 
My breath hitches and her eyes pierce mine as she runs her thumb over the tip, collecting the little bead of pre-come sitting there.
 
I can’t tear my eyes from hers.
 
Just when I think she’s going to stroke me, she pulls her hand away.
 
I growl in protest, but she stops me before I can move.
 
Looking me right in the eye, she pulls her thumb deep into her mouth.
 
Sucking it slowly, she closes her eyes and moans.
 
Watching her, it takes everything I have not to come in my pants.
 
“Fucking Christ, baby.”
 
Charlie is a naughty girl after all.

Opening her eyes, she looks into mine once again, running her tongue along her lower lip.
 
She reaches back into my pants and slowly strokes my cock.
 
It’s my turn to close my eyes.
 
Fucking heaven
.
 
She only strokes me about five times before I feel the familiar tightening in my spine.
 
White hot pleasure builds in my groin.
 
My orgasm takes over and I call out her name, pumping roughly into her hand.
 
“Jesus fuck.”
 

Fifteen year old boy or not, that was one of the hottest fucking things that’s ever happened to me.
 
A hand job from this woman beats the hell out of every threesome and foursome I’d ever participated in.
 
Charlie removes her hand and smiles at me.
 
Her smile causes my heart to stutter in my chest.
 
Smiling back at her, I lean in and kiss her sweet mouth.
 
Pulling back, I look into her eyes, and flooded with emotion, I lean in again, giving her a peck on the nose.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby.”
 
Climbing out of bed, I go to the bathroom to get a wet cloth.

Chapter Ten

Charlotte

I wake up wrapped in the familiar smell of Ryker.
 
Opening my eyes, my vision fills with a muscular chest and tattoos.
 
My head rests on his shoulder, our legs tangled together under the blankets.
 
Oh. My. God.
 
The memory of last night comes flooding back to me.
 
Ryker and I making out, my uncharacteristically bold move of licking the come from the end of my thumb.
 
My cheeks heat when I remember his delicious, salty taste.
 
I don’t know what had come over me.
 
I’ve never been so bold.
 
I’m not a virgin, but my sexual encounters have all been with one man, and I can count them on one hand.
 
Last night blew those few encounters out of the water.

Ryker sets me on fire.
 
He’s undeniably the sexiest man I’ve ever met – not to mention talented.
 
The man could kiss.
 
I tilt my head and look at his perfect lips.
 
His jaw is covered in dark stubble, his lips pink and full.
 
The familiar heat of arousal begins in my belly as I stare at him.
 
No man has ever turned me on like Ryker. He makes me feel beautiful – sexy even.
 
No man has ever made me feel that way before.

Just then, his eyes open and he peers down at me through sleep clouded eyes.
 
Giving me a gentle squeeze, he smiles sleepily at me.
 
“Mornin’, baby girl.”

I smile shyly back at him.
 
“Mornin’.”

His hand travels down my back, then back up until his fingers are tangled in my hair.
 
Pulling my head towards his, he leans in to kiss me.
 
When his lips touch mine, I give him a quick peck before pulling away.
 
He frowns deeply, giving me a questioning look.

Covering my mouth, I smile sheepishly at him.
 
“Morning breath.”

“Fuck that,” he growls before his mouth crashes into mine.
 
His kiss takes my breath away and I cling to him, kissing him back just as hard, morning breath be damned.
 
Rolling me to my back, he settles his hips in the cradle of my legs.
 
I’m positive he can feel my heart pounding through my chest.

Reaching up with both hands, I twist my fingers into his messy hair giving it a gentle, but firm tug.
 
He growls into my mouth and grinds his hips into mine, his cock hitting me in just the right spot.
 
Pleasure spikes through me.
 
“Ryker,” I breathe.

Breaking the kiss, he runs his lips across my cheekbone then settles at the lobe of my ear.
 
He pulls it between his lips, giving it a gentle nip.
 
I reach down and grab onto his ass with both hands, attempting to rub him against me once again.

“Need to fuck you, baby girl.”
 
His hoarse voice is right in my ear, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin.
 
I can only whimper and nod my head.

“Need the words, Charlie.”

Need fills me, my pussy clenching tight.
 
“Fuck me, Ryker.”
 
I bend forward and place my teeth around his nipple, flicking it with my tongue.
 
“Please.”

The sound that rips from his throat is one of pure need.
 
I feel like the sexiest woman alive.
 
Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he drags it up and off my body in the blink of an eye.
 
And then he’s on me.
 
His lips.
 
His teeth.
 
His tongue.
 
His hands.
 
All worshipping my body.
 
My breasts feel heavy and full.
 
Swollen.
 
My nipples have never felt so sensitive.
 
He focuses all of his attention on my tits, his free hand at the top of my panties.
 
Lifting my hips, I allow him to drag them off to join my shirt on the floor.

His mouth releases my nipple and he pulls back a little, looking down the length of me.
 
I suddenly feel exposed; shy even.
 
Raising my hands, I try to cover myself, but he grabs my wrists and lifts them high above my head, holding them there with one hand.