“Oh God.Oh God. Royce.”She comes with a shudder and a cry, and before she’s had a chance to take a breath, I tug her lips to mine, devouring the last remnants of her pleasure.
Our kiss is languid as she comes back to earth, and careful not to bang her head, I maneuver her onto her back before crawling down her body. Spreading her legs, I rest one of her feet on the center console between the front seats, the other along the headrests above me as I bury my face between her thighs and taste for myself just how fucking sweet this girl is.
“Oh,” she gasps, jumping at that first touch, but I wrap my arms around her hips, pinning her in place as I drink down everything she has to offer me.
“Royce! Oh my god, that feels so good. Keep going.”
Like I had any intention of stopping. I could live between her thighs for the rest of my days and die a happy man.
Diving deeper, she bucks against me as I tongue fuck her channel before flattening my tongue and sweeping up her slit to suck on her clit.
“Oh fuck. Shit, yes. Yes! Right there.” Sucking harder, I shift so I can slide two fingers inside her, curling them in the exact right spot. Back arching against the seats, she screams as she drenches my fingers.
Sliding them out, I lick them clean before gathering the rest of her release on my tongue. Each languid stroke has her whimpering, and when I’m finally done, she’s boneless beneath me.
Pulling on my hair, she drags me back up until she can kiss me, sloppy and slow and so fucking sexy. “That was… Can we do that after every shift? The build-up has been driving me insane for weeks now.”
I can’t help laughing. “You’ll hear no protests from me.”
With another kiss, her hands roam down the front of my chest until they reach the waistband of my jeans. Knowing where she’s going with this, I grab her wrists, stopping her.
“Tonight was about you,” I explain.
“It can be about you, too.”
I smile, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. “I know that, but tonight it’s not.”
“But, I want to,” she argues stubbornly, cute little wrinkles forming between her brows.
“Next time,” I promise her, stealing another quick kiss before pulling away so she can get dressed.
When she’s good, I jump out of the truck and in behind the wheel while she shimmies between the seats. As I’m pulling the truck’s door closed, I pause, noticing a car lingering in the lot even though it’s well past closing. It takes me a moment to make out a figure sitting inside, and a second longer to realize it’s Ben.Creepy fucker.Glaring, I give him the middle finger before driving us out of the lot.
As I navigate the quiet streets back to Riley’s, one thing becomes crystal clear: This obsession… there’s no stopping it now. I can’t fight it anymore. She’s too good. I want her too much.
She’s mine, and that’s all there is to it.
25
RILEY
Ipace back and forth across my apartment as the phone rings out. Growling in frustration, I jam my thumb down on the redial button for the third time. I’m not the least bit surprised that my mom isn’t answering—same shit, different month. There are still another eleven days left in January, so there’s probably another week before she starts blowing up my phone, demanding money.
Still, it doesn’t mean I’m not frustrated and dying to talk to my daughter. Nor does knowing she’s not going to answer stop me from calling her incessantly every other day. From internally screaming at her to pick up her fucking phone.
When it goes to voicemailagain, I hang up and am about to redial when my intercom buzzes. Sighing, I toss my phone onto the sofa and go to answer it.
“Hello?”
“Hi, I have a delivery for a Riley James.”
I frown at the intercom, having no idea what it could be. “It’s not another food delivery, is it?” I grimace, knowing I’ll have to donate it to the local food shelter if it is. There’s no more room in my cupboards.
“Uh, no, ma’am.”
Thank god. “Okay, I’m coming down.”
Curious now, I trek down the stairs to the lobby and open the building door to find a man holding a nondescript paper bag and an envelope.
