“You’re a liar, pixie, but I’m going to try to make it true in the future. Starting right now.” He adds another finger, stroking the fire higher and higher. When he takes my nipple between his teeth, I detonate. “Always so quick to come when I let you.”
“Ryder,” I cry out. “I need you. All of you.”
He presses his mouth to mine, swiping his tongue through my mouth. “You’ve always had all of me, pixie,” he says as he presses into me. His eyes roll back with a groan as he begins to rock into my body. “Fucking home. You’re everything.”
Higher and higher he takes me. Working my body into a frenzied inferno. I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass. Our eyes are only on each other. Words that never need to be spoken are shared. Our hearts are joined together again. Shattered pieces are repaired as we become whole again. As we become us.
“Ryder,” I cry softly, tears freely flowing down my cheeks.
“This is us, baby.” His forehead drops to mine. “This is us.”
Body.
Heart.
Soul.
Entirely whole.
Eternally us.
Ryder
Maybe It’s Time
Two weeks since everything happened with Maddox. It only took two hours for it to become a media shit storm. Our publicist has been working twenty-four/seven on damage control.
We’ve been laying lower than low waiting for it to pass, but the truth is, it’s not going anywhere anytime soon. And the longer I put off what I need to do, the harder it’s going to be to leave Heaven and Tyler. Only fuck knows how I’m going to handle it when we go back on tour.
“When are you leaving?” Maddox asks as I press up on the weights as he spots me.
“Next week. I want to be with Heaven when she goes for her infusions. They last for three days. I want to be around to help her for a few days afterward.”
I had Liam set me up with an intensive rehab program. Six weeks of hell, but I’m ready. I’m ready to let go of the garbage. I’m ready to let go of the anger and the fear and the resentment. I’ve been beaten and broken and bloody, lying in a pool of my own excrement and wasting away for too long. Everything in my life has tried to break me down. Now it is time for me to breakitdown. Break down the walls and move on.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, Ry.”
“Not too late for you to go too.”
We’ve tried. For days we all yelled and screamed and fought with him, but there is no budging him. He’s not ready and forcing it won’t work. Rehab only works if you want to get better. That’s what they told us when I was set up anyway. That didn’t mean I wasn’t going to try. I had a plan. I was pulling out the biggest ofguns and praying it didn’t blow up in my face.
“It’s not for me, Ry. I did all that shit before. Didn’t take.”
“It did take, Maddox. It worked for years.”
“Ryder, just let me be proud of you.”
The doorbell rings upstairs. I’ve been waiting.
Last week, Maddox let a lot of shit slip when he was belligerently arguing with all of us. Something that was like an atomic bomb being dropped. He never knew and I never saw it coming, but it has made his head more fucked up than ever.
Which is why when he sees who’s here, he is going to hate me. He is going to want to fight all of us. And the truth is, he could probably take most of us one on one. But he won’t get us one on one. He’s not going to get us four on one either. Because the person behind that door will be more than enough to handle Maddox.
“Let’s go see who’s here,” I tell him as I wipe the sweat from my face.
“You expecting someone?”
I shrug my shoulders, feigning ignorance.
