Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
“How long have you had that?”
I frown over my shoulder, and my breath catches.
Yep, he’s still shirtless.
And sweaty.
And breathing hard.
His dark eyes are narrowed and pinned to my back.
“Had what?”
“My jersey.”
“Oh.” I turn as I look down at it. “This one is really old. Maybe from your first season? It’s my sleep shirt now. I have others that are more appropriate to wear in public.”
He’s walking toward me so slowly, like a cat stalking its prey.
“You’re wearing my name on your back, sweetheart.”
With a smirk, I turn to pull my mug away from the coffee maker and put my creamer in, but his arms suddenly surround me, and he’s licking up the side of my neck.
I sigh in relief, and he stills.
“What was the big sigh for?”
“You’re not running away. Or telling me to go, like you did a couple of nights ago.”
He kisses my neck once more, and I shiver in his embrace.
“No, sweetheart. I told you last night, there’s no going back from this. Only moving forward. And right now, you have my name across your back.”
“Like that, do you?” I ask as I lean back against him.
“Fuck yeah. I’m going to show you just how much I love seeing my name on you.”
Chapter Twelve
Ryker
I don’t know if I’ve ever had such an immediate, visceral reaction as I did when I walked into this room and saw my girl in my jersey and nothing else, her hair wet, smelling like shampoo and Willow. It was like a punch to the fucking gut and the hottest aphrodisiac, all rolled into one.
“You’ve seen me in your jersey plenty of times,” she reminds me, her voice breathy as she pushes back against me and reaches up to cup my cheek when I kiss her neck.
“It’s been a while.” My hands glide up under the jersey, but I don’t pull it off her.
No, I’m going to fuck her while she has it on.
I cup her breasts and pluck at her nipples, making her gasp, and then I plant my lips near her ear.
“You’re going to lean forward and grab onto the countertop for me. Right now, baby.”
Without needing to be told twice, Willow steps back from the edge of the countertop, leans forward, and braces herself on her hands, and that little move has the jersey pulling up, offering me a spectacular view of her round ass.
Hooking my thumbs into her little blue panties, I tug them over her hips and down her legs and squat behind her, spreading her lips.
“Christ, you’re wet. How did you get so wet so fast, baby?”
She whimpers, but she doesn’t say anything, so I smack one cheek, nice and loud.
“Answer me, Wills.”
“I saw you.”
I lift an eyebrow, intrigued. “Saw me doing what?”
“Running.” She gasps when I brush a finger through that wetness and groans when my digit comes out soaked. “In the gym.”
With a smug grin, I lean in and bite her left ass cheek. “You liked that, did you?”
“I told you you’re hot, you egomaniac.”
I laugh and then reward her by dragging my tongue from her clit to her opening and then back down, and she reaches back to tug on my hair, but I dodge her hand and smack her again.
“I said hold on to the countertop. I won’t tell you again.”
“Christ, you’re bossy during sex.”
And I love her sass.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like what I have planned.” I push my tongue inside her, fucking drunk on the taste of her juices. I add two fingers as I suck on her swollen clit, and just when I feel her start to tremble, when she slaps one hand on that countertop because she’s about to come apart, I stand, push my shorts down, and replace my fingers with my cock, bottoming out and growling in satisfaction. With the jersey clenched in my fist at the small of her back, I fuck her, hard and fast, losing myself in her.
“Ry!”
“That’s my girl.” I bare my teeth, staring at her profile as she tries to look back at me. “You drive me out of my goddamn mind.”
“Sorry.”
I growl again and grip onto her chin and pull her up so I can kiss her delectable lips.
“Never be sorry. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. Christ, you’re a wet dream, sweetheart.”
She’s trembling as she cups my face, and her pussy is clamped down on me like a vise, and when she resumes her position, hands on the counter, and I see my name and number on her back again, I know I’m going to blow my load.
“Go over, baby.” Her pussy tightens, and I bite my lip. “Fuck yes. Come on this cock, while you’re wearing my name. Jesus fuck.”
I follow her over, the intensity of my climax surprising the shit out of me, and when I regain the strength in my arms, I pull out of her, then turn her around and tug her to me so I can hug her close, bury my nose in her damp hair and give myself a moment to calm down.