Page 56 of The Devils They Are
Rylan lets out a groan and when his head falls back, I grab his jaw, angling his face toward me. "Look at me, Rylan," I command, repeating his words. Blue eyes sizzle back at me with astonishment, and he crashes his lips into mine, blatantly ignoring my request. But I let it slide because his hand perches itself on the small of my back again, holding me upright as his other palm covers mine. He guides my hand up his length twice before positioning himself against my wet core as he pushes my hipsters aside.
"We can go back to hating each other tomorrow," he says with a gravelly voice, pressing the tip inside and making me bite back a moan. "But for right now, you're mine, Bex."
"You wish, Astor," I manage to mumble, tongue-in-cheek as I roll my hips.
He gives me an impish grin, and I start to slide down his length slowly with the mission to torture him. But Rylan has other ideas, thrusting up into me and burying himself until I'm sat back in his lap.
"Fuck," he drawls out, hands digging into my waist.
It's an instant wave of euphoric pressure as my body quickly adjusts to accommodate him. He's thick—like his ego—and just as generous in length. But he feels perfect, even if I need a moment to breathe through the way he stretches me.
I grab his face, bringing his soft, pink lips to mine as I start to lift myself up. His hands stay put on my waist, but he lets me have this moment of control as I set the tempo.
I'm falling apart inch by inch and when his fingers press harder into my skin, strong enough to leave bruises, I know he's fighting the same losing battle too.
"Fuck me, Rylan," I breathe into his mouth. "I'm yours."
I've never said anything like that before to anyone, my sense of self control vanishing in the cab. But he doesn't allow time for regret to sink in, his resolve snapping at my words. His hips spear up hard with precision.
I cry out against him, his tongue pushing into my mouth and silencing me. It takes all my strength to battle his tongue with my own as his cock plunges into me, over and over.
We're in a fog—in every sense—as my mind becomes a daze and the windows and windshield mist over.
My body starts to pulse around him and suddenly, he pulls back from the kiss, grabbing my face with his hands.
"Come for me, Bex," he demands. "Keep those pretty green eyes on me."
Our hips are molded together, his smooth skin rubbing mercilessly against my clit. I fall over the edge a few seconds later, screaming his name as my eyes roll into the back of my head, cunt clenching him so tight we might be stuck as one from this moment on.
"Fuck," he breathes out quietly before his tone does a sudden one-eighty. "FUCK!"
His hips slap against mine violently, jolting my body off his by a good few inches as he lets out a loud, guttural groan as he finds his release. I fall against his chest as his body shudders.
Exhaling unsteadily, Rylan runs his hand through his hair, trying to catch his breath. I'm entranced by the look of contentment on his face. His eyes are closed as he takes a moment to recover, before finally, I'm staring back into clear blue eyes.
Rylan scans my face for a few seconds, searching for something before he cracks a small smile. "Dammit," he says under his breath, leaning forward to kiss me again.
I kiss him back, mumbling against his lips. "I really hate to be this girl…" I trail off.
"Yeah, I know," he responds defeatedly, pulling back. "I better get you to the beach before Cedar sends out a search party."
"Actually," I say hesitantly, hoping I don't regret my words. "Think you can give me a lift to the hospital?"
Chapter twenty
Bexley
"Hey,Sandra!"Igreet,horribly overcompensating my tone with warm pleasantries to mask my physical dishevelment. "Sorry I'm a bit later than usual. I hope you don't mind me visiting now. I know visitor hours have finished for the night."
Sandra peers up from the nurses' station, eyes wide at my flustered appearance. "Bexley—you're here."
"Of course I'm here," I say awkwardly with a dry laugh. "I said I'd be back to see her. I just got caught up with some stuff. How's Mom doing?"
Thankfully, Rylan didn't question why I wanted to go to the hospital, but he did crack some joke about me needing medical attention after what we did in his truck. I slammed the door shut in his face after he muttered the words 'ice pack'.
Shit—that reminds me. I need to message Archer and let him know I'm not coming to the beach. Reaching into the pockets of my shorts—wait, skirt now—I tense up when I realize my cell isn't there. Double shit… I must have left it in Rylan's truck after it fell out of my pocket. I'm sure Archie will be fine. I'll use Mom's cell to message him.Mom…I quickly turn my attention back to Sandra when I realize my thoughts drifted because she never responded to my question.
My eyes glance over at the door across from the desk, frowning. It's partially open, the bed shielded from view, but from this angle I can see the shelves that line the wall of the room. All Mom's belongings are gone, including the flowers I dropped off this morning.
