Snatching her hand, I pulled her to me as I dropped onto the bed. “Come here.”
She almost sat on my erection, which was ready to go to round two. Instead, she caught herself, swaying on her feet as fear jumped off her.
My eyebrows dove down. “What just happened?”
She stood in between my legs. Her tits were practically in my face, and hell, my cock was permanently hard.
Pouting, she covered her beautiful breasts with the clothes in her hands as she managed to get away from me. “I had a great time. But we can’t do this again.”
I usually didn’t fuck a girl more than once, although I hadn’t fucked Haven. I wanted to badly. I was thirsty for her. I wanted to feel her wrapped around me, squirming, moaning, and riding me like a cowgirl in a horse show.
“I’m listening,” I said.
She slipped one leg then the other into her shorts before buttoning them. “We just can’t.” Her bra went on next.
Her father’s words blared in my head.“My daughter is off limits.”
“It’s your old man. Isn’t it?”
She whipped her head up as her hands froze on the clasp of her black lace bra.
I’d hit the nail on the head. “Seriously?”
She threw on her shirt. “He’ll make my life and yours a living hell.”
Grinding my teeth, I got up and found a pair of sweatpants in the pile of dirty clothes. Any urge I had to go another round died a quick death. So much for the high I’d been on. So much for having one night where I could feel something other than pain.
I tied my sweatpants, seething. It was one thing to butt into my dad’s business, but to interfere in my personal business…No fucking way.
She’s a senator’s daughter. It would never work out anyway. You hate her old man.
I wasn’t planning on marrying the girl. I wasn’t even planning on dating her. All I wanted was another hour or two—or hell, the entire night—to screw my brains out.
The guys had been right. I needed to get laid. While I hadn’t yet, the oral sex had been off-the-charts amazing, but I wanted more—more of her, more of us, more of that high that had vanished into thin air.
Once she was fully clothed, she inched over to me. That fear she’d had seemed to have waned because now her eyes held pity.
I didn’t want her to feel sorry for me. I was Ryker James, bold, strong, and driven. My dad had always told me that I’d been made of steel. I wasn’t so sure about that anymore, though.
She flattened her hands against my chest, peering up at me through thick lashes. “I had a good time.”
Follow the yellow brick road.
I laughed. “What are you afraid of? That your old man will… what? Surely he wouldn’t find out about tonight. There are no cameras in the room.”
She dug her nails into me. “There better not be.”
I threaded my fingers through her hair. “Dollface, I don’t do cameras unless I’m on the field or doing an interview about football. And I might like kink, but I don’t get into filming my sexual encounters. So tell me.”
“He doesn’t want me anywhere near you,” she said.
“I know that.”
“Is that why you took advantage of me tonight?”
I rumbled with laughter. “Fact number one—you barged into my room. Fact number two—you took advantage of me. Shall I go on?”
Her cheeks flamed. “We can’t do this again.” She pivoted on her heel.
