When she starts to wriggle awake, my cock pulses, and a loud groan escapes me.
I feel her body stiffen immediately, but instead of staying put, she does the opposite.
Lola shifts again, this time arching into me, and I swear to God, this must be punishment for every wrongdoing I’ve ever committed.
I need to stop this, but she feels so fucking good.
Bracing my hand on her hip, I try to slide away from her, but she looks over her shoulder at me. The fact that she’s awake and not just following some completely physiologic response as she sleeps is baffling.
“Ry,” she whispers. “Is this okay?”
“God, yes,” I moan, holding her against me now. Her shoulder blades are flush with my chest, my cock burrowed so deeply between her thick thighs, I swear it feels like I’m already inside her.
I hear a scraping sound by the door and peer over her shoulder, finding Nugget glaring at us before excusing himself.
Good riddance, Nuggs.
This is every fantasy I’ve ever had finally coming true, and I’d rather not share the moment with any innocent eyes.
She rocks her hips against me, keeping a steady rhythm as I do abso-fucking-lutely nothing. I can’t move or I’ll lose my mind.
I haven’t slept with anyone in so long, and nothing has ever felt as good asthis.
Asher.
“Ryder,” she moans, her dark eyes still locked on mine. “I need more,” she rasps, and if I thought I was hard before, I’m a fucking steel pipe now.
Another groan leaves me, and I have to clench my eyes shut to tamp down my breathing. With Lola here, watching mewith lust-filled eyes, there’s not enough oxygen in the world that could satisfy my lungs.
When I finally uncover my eyes, she’s wearing this needy expression that undoes me. I pull myself out from behind her, and her brows pinch on a gasp as I roll over onto my back.
This needs to be her decision, not mine. “Take what you need, sweetheart,” I tell her, nodding to my lap.
Chapter Forty
STRADDLE THAT SADDLE
SUNDAY, JUNE 8
“Take what you need, sweetheart.”
Goddamnit! Why is this man so attractive? It should be illegal. Clearly, it’s messing with my head.
When I woke up this morning with his absolutely massive dick wedged between my thighs, I was in shock, but that only lasted for a split second before the desire to come all over him took over.
And now, as he tells me to take my pleasure from him, it requires even less time before I do exactly that.
I roll over to face him and swing my leg over his waist, straddling his hips.
Just gotta get back in the saddle.
I brace my hands on his chest, sucking my lower lip between my teeth as I glide over his rigid length. His quick intake of breath and the way his eyes roll back tell me everything I need to know about whether he’s okay with this.
And right now? Ryder ismorethan okay.
“Touch me,” I whisper on a moan as I increase the speed of my movements and roll my body over his.
“I can’t,”he grits out, clenching his eyes closed once again. “If I touch you, I’m liable to do other things, and I can’t think about that right now, Lola.”
