“Mind if I clean you up?” I ask, and her gaze drops to the cloths in my hand.
“Not at all.” She reaches between her legs, her fingers wrapping around the silicone cock she’s apparently decided tokillme with. My soul leaves my body at the sight of her like this, and when she pulls it from her warm, soaked pussy, I nearly melt.
“Christ, Lols. You can’t do things like that without warning me,” I groan.
She peers up at me, all doe-eyed and innocent. “I’m sorry. Like what, Ry?” she asks and then proceeds to bring the toy to her mouth. She swipes her tongue over her bottom lip, opens wide, and wraps them around the toy, sucking herself off it with a loud moan that has me seeing stars.
She removes it from her mouth with apopand says, “You want a taste?”
Because I am a weak,weakman when it comes to Lola Lima, I say, “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life, darlin’.Please.”
I’m rewarded with a lopsided smirk as she dips two fingers into her dripping cunt and holds them to my mouth. “Suck.”
I wrap my lips around those two digits, reaching out to hold her wrist in both my hands as I savor every last drop of her slightly sweet flavor. A burst of something so uniquelyherhits my tastebuds, driving me absolutelymad as I lick her fingers clean, smacking a wet kiss to her palm when finished.
“Dinner wasdelicious,darlin’. Thank you for that home-cooked meal,” I say, shooting her a cocky wink as I pick up the wet cloth, swiping it between her thighs and patting her dry with the other.
“Dinner and a show, Ry. What more could you want from your domestic little wife?” she teases.
I roll my eyes, pressing a kiss to her forehead before I exit her room, feeling like the first man to land on the moon, except I’m not just surrounded by stars. No, Lola is the whole damnsun.She lights up every dark corner of my life, and I feel so honored to spend any part of this existence with her.
Chapter Forty-Four
GAMES & STOKING FLAMES
FRIDAY, JUNE 13
Other than whatconspired between Ryder and me last night, things have settled down a bit. No break-ins, creepy texts, or anything amiss. I guess the new cameras have deterred whoever was behind it.
Nugget is snoring in my lap by the time Ryder gets home from finishing his fertilizer experiment for the night. I was forced to take the day to rest after waking up with a red, swollen knee that was hard to bend for the first few hours of the day.
I hear the familiar rap of his fingers on the door. We’ve developed a new system for entering the house after I tried to hit him over the head with a frying pan the other night when the door stuck and he needed to muscle his way inside.
Three fast, followed by three slow knocks, and then the jingle of his keys as he unlocks the door, setting my overly jumpy heart at ease. Of course, Ryder gave me an earful about how unsafe it is to stand outside that long, knocking on a door before unlocking it, when we had an intruder less than a week ago. It’s good to know it’s okay whenhedoes it,but not okay forme.
A crack of lightning vibrates the walls of the cottage, startling Nugget awake as Ry lets himself in. His grin is wide. “Hey, darlin’.” He tips his hat at the oversized chicken nugget in my lap. “Nugget.” He hangs the hat on a hook, shaking the fat rain droplets off and kicking his boots beside the door.
“Iwaswondering if you’d want to go to the new outdoor rollerblading rink in High Crest, but now”—he points out the window to emphasize his point—“I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”
I hadn’t told him about my knee this morning, not wanting to worry him or be forced to go to the rheumatologist. The rain makes my joints ache, but there’s not a chance I could rollerblade today.
I let out a puff of laughter, his sheer presence throwing me off tonight. Must be my period coming up.Having him home right now is making honey flow through my veins, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love the feeling. It’s warm and intoxicating, just like him.
“I guess we’ll have to figure something out here,” I say.
“Have anything in mind?” he asks, standing beside me and scratching behind Nugget’s ears.
I beam up at him. “How about a horror film?” I joke.
He rolls his eyes, bending down and planting a loud kiss on my cheek. “Not a chance, darlin’. I’m gonna go get cleaned up; we can think of something in the meantime.”
“Alright, darlin’,” he says, exiting his bedroom wearing a pair of dark-gray sweatpants that hug his thick thighs and a black t-shirt that stretches over his wide shoulders. His hair hangs in loose, wet waves. He looks like a male model exiting the ocean in a cologne campaign for something like Dolce & GabbanaLight Blue, and it’s making my mouth water. “How’s about we head to the main house?”
“That sounds perfect, Ry.” I beam up at him, carefully maneuvering off the couch to change into a lightweight floral dress and rain galoshes. Friday night parties at the main house when it rains are a well-kept tradition at Rosa Ranch. The ranch hands join everyone for dancing, drinks, and games, knowing the next morning will require extra work thanks to the soggy landscape.
A thrill of excitement lights me up at the prospect of getting to see everyone and regaining some semblance of normalcy. Besides, it’s probably best I’m not left alone with Ryder any more than necessary; I’ve found myself falling harder and faster for him than I ever thought possible. I love him. I never felloutof love with him, and that scares me most of all.
But I can’t be everything Ryder deserves until I’ve worked through my own worries, so instead of putting that on him, I’m going to face the problem head-on and use my fancy new insurance to get scheduled with a therapist.
