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  I did my eyes with a simple black liner and mascara to make them pop. I had always leaned toward this style in general, and I just glossed my lips with a simple plum balm. They were full and drew attention no matter what I was wearing.

  I slipped into a mini denim skirt that wasn’t too short and a gauzy dark pink shirt over a simple black lace camisole. It was casual, but I thought it looked good as I turned to look at myself in the full-length mirror propped against my bedroom wall. I ran a hand through my hair and took a slow breath to calm my heart before grabbing my purse to leave. I locked my door and checked that the porch light was on before heading to my car.

  “Elyse, how are you?” I glanced up when I heard the familiar voice of my neighbor Perry. He was a sheriff and one of the men who helped me after Mom died. I felt like half the force adopted me after that.

  “I’m great. How are you and the family?” I smiled and glanced down the empty street before leaning against my car to chat for a moment.

  “The twins are trying to make me crazy, and Kelly is threatening to pack and move to Paris. Otherwise, everything is great.” His smile told me that he was joking about everything since I knew he loved his family. “Where are you headed?”

  “Just to hang out with some friends. Nothing big.” I smiled, pushing away the resentment that he had a steady habit of trying to protect me all the time.

  “Is one of them Ryder Bellamy? I saw him leaving the other night.”

  I froze as I considered the possibilities of that conversation. “Umm, yeah. He’ll be there.” I blinked and licked my lips as I rocked from side to side slowly. “Did you talk to him?”

  “We said hello. I’d never tell him anything, Elyse. That’s not my place. I might have told him to be nice to you.”

  I closed my eyes and laughed. “There’s no reason for that. We’re not anything serious. Just friends.” I shrugged, and he nodded as he looked at my face for a long moment.

  “Take care of yourself. Come for dinner this weekend. Kelly’s been asking about you.” He smiled as I agreed and watched him drive away.

  I got into my car and started the engine. I turned on Spotify through my phone and tried to get the courage to do this. I punched in his address and pulled away from the curb. He lived about twenty minutes away in a luxury condo complex. As I pulled up to the gated parking lot, I was relieved to know that Ryder had called ahead so that I was on the admittance list. I looked around as the gate slid open, taking in the buildings as I searched for his number. It was towards the back, and I parked in an uncovered space and stood up, stretching my arms above my head.

  Why was I so nervous?

  I walked up the stairs and tapped gently on Ryder’s door. I heard music as he opened it with a relaxed smile.

  “Hello,” I said.

  “Hi,” he replied.

  I smiled as he held the door wide for me to walk inside, touching my lower back as I passed him. “It smells amazing in here.”

  “Ah, yes. You were probably wondering if I was going to prepare the meal,” he chuckled, and I looked around the cozy living room with a smile. “My mom taught me how to make enough to survive to be a bachelor. I think I might even impress you a bit.” I froze at his next words. “You look beautiful tonight, Elyse.” The way my name sounded on his lips made me shiver as I slowly turned to look at him.

  “You look good yourself.” Ryder dressed in worn jeans and a fitted T-shirt, and while it was casual, it managed to show off his incredible body to perfection.

  “Casual. I told you I wanted to keep this low key.” He smiled and took my hand, leading me to the kitchen and getting me settled in a barstool. “Would you like some wine?”

  “Just a splash. I’m driving.” The look he gave me assured me that he’d prefer me to stay the night, and I furiously blushed as I looked down at the granite counter.

  “Is white okay?” he asked, and I nodded.

  He poured white wine into a large glass and slid it over to me with a raise of his eyebrow.

  I took it and he offered his beer bottle for a toast, smiling as we clinked the glass together. He finished dinner and I watched as he pulled something from the oven that appeared to be miniature versions of a pot pie. There were four of them and while they looked small, the scent surrounding me indicated that they were full of seasoned meat at the very least.

  “What is that?” I asked, missing the familiar smell of the sauce and vegetables I was used to.

  “Ramekin tourtières. It’s something my mom would often make for me since it was my favorite. It’s filled with pork, potatoes, and the best seasonings you’ve ever had.” He smiled, and I nodded as he left the pies to cool down. He pulled a large bowl of salad from the fridge as I looked on with an impressed smile.

  “This looks so good.” I helped him take everything to the table with excitement and blushed as he pulled out a chair for me. We smiled across the table at each other, and he told me to dish up my plate. I helped myself to one of the pies and cut it with my fork, seeing how flaky it was. I left it to cool for a moment and took a bite of the salad filled with crisp vegetables. “Perfect.”

  “I wanted tonight to be special for you.”

  I stared at him as he smiled at me, embarrassed by the attention. “I’m just me, Ryder.”

  “You’re a special woman. I knew it from the first time I saw you,” he said.

  I was relieved when he pulled his attention away and started to eat his food with enthusiasm. It was delicious, and I pushed away my plate after finishing one tourtière and some salad as he demolished his second pastry.

  “I am stuffed. I’ll never eat again.” I closed my eyes and leaned back against the cushioned chair with a smile. Looking back, I realized that no man had ever done anything like this for me.

  “Are you sure? I’ll probably have the last one for a midnight snack. They’ve been working us nearly to death the last week or so.” Ryder laughed, and I opened one eye to watch him eat. I could tell that he was in excellent shape and tried to imagine his workouts. “Let me clean this up and we’ll enjoy some drinks on the couch.”

  “I’ll help.” I stood, and we ended up washing the dishes before heading into the living room. I gazed around the spacious room and let Ryder lead me to a plush black couch in front of a massive TV. I had a fresh glass of wine and sipped it nervously as his body heat warmed me through our clothes. Ryder found something on TV, though I wasn’t aware of what it was. I was too wrapped up in how he felt pressed against me.

  I took a small sip from the glass before leaning forward to place it on the table in front of me. I stayed there for a moment until Ryder set his beer beside the glass. “Come here, Elyse.”

  “Okay.” I moved back and found his arm draped on the cushion behind me, pulling me closer once I settled in.

  “Thank you for coming over.” His words were low, and I gazed up at him in the dim light from the screen. Ryder had only left a light on in the kitchen, and the room was on the darker side and heavy with the sexual tension between us.

  “No problem.” He looked into my eyes before leaning down, barely brushing his mouth over mine. I felt shock waves in every nerve ending in my body, and gasped as I pressed closer to him for more. He moaned and claimed me in a soft kiss, pulling me against him as I reached for his shoulder.

  The kiss heated up quickly, and I felt the warmth washing over my skin. My clothes suddenly felt too tight, and I struggled as Ryder moved me over his lap with one fluid movement. “Ryder.” My skirt rose to my hips, and I glanced down before he kissed me again. I shifted over his hard cock, and I felt a thrill through my underwear as his jeans hit me in the right place. I moaned and kissed him back, giving into need as he gripped my ass and thrust slowly against me. “Oh, God.” I was on edge again and he moved harder, gripping me tightly with his large hands.

  “I want to taste you, Elyse.”

  I shivered at his words, feeling my nipples pebble and my sex throb.

  “I want y
ou to come on my tongue.” He pulled away and stared into my eyes as I tried to catch my breath. “Lie back. I’ll do the rest.”

  I felt nerves wash over me even as I scooted from his lap. I dropped to the cushion, and he removed my shoes quickly before I rested back against a pillow. Ryder stared at me with heat in his eyes as he pushed my skirt up, revealing my body to him. It might have been dim, but I knew that he could see me. His hands moved to the hem of my panties, and I trembled as he eased them down.

  He started to stroke me with his finger, spreading my desire over my folds. I’d done this to myself to completion, but a man had never felt this good. I arched my back with a moan, and he drew my clit between his fingers. A finger slid slowly into me, and he worked me both ways as I felt my body rocking against him.

  I started to climax around his hand, heat washing over his finger. Ryder sucked in his breath and removed the digit, sucking on it as I watched breathlessly. He spread my legs wide and dropped down, kissing up my sensitive thighs as I cried out his name. His mouth sucked at my soft skin, and teeth nipped at me as I wriggled, needing him closer to me. Ryder chuckled as he covered me with his mouth, sliding his tongue over my folds.

  Chapter 8

  RYDER

  SHE TASTED LIKE fucking honey. Her pussy was dripping with it, and I traced my tongue gently over her to get every drop before I made her come for me.

  She was wriggling and moaning, and I gazed up her body to watch as I continued to tease her. I pulled her legs wider apart and settled there, flicking my tongue against her clit. My name filled the room as she jerked, forcing me to hold her tight against me. I licked her pussy and clit until she was on edge, plunging my tongue inside her as my thumb stroked her clit.

  Elyse screamed as I felt her drench my tongue. I licked wildly as she kept coming, drawing it out as I heard her struggling to breathe. I pulled away, drawing in my own breaths as I watched her still form.

  I wanted so much more, but she was sprawled on the couch. It was wide and made for comfort, but she needed my bed. I brushed my hair back and stood slowly, leaning down to lift her in my arms. She looked at me sleepily as I headed down the hall to my room. “I want you to be comfortable.” I walked into the room, and while it was dim, I could see well enough to place her on the king-sized mattress. “Just rest. I’m not going to push you, Elyse.”

  She stretched, and I watched as her shirt spread over her breasts. It was loose, but I could still see her nipples, and the sight brought my cock back to life.

  “Want something to drink?” My voice sounded controlled, and she blinked.

  “Is there wine out there?”

  “I’ll grab it.” Her one-glass rule was fading, and I wasn’t going to let her drive, so that was a point for me. Even if she was just beside me, I wanted to spend the night with her. I got myself some water and shut the lights off in the living room, hurrying down the hall to join Elyse.

  She was resting on a pile of pillows, and I set her wine beside her before pressing a soft kiss to her lips. Elyse smiled and sipped it as I moved beside her, opening my bottle of water. I reached for the remote for some light and flipped on a sports show, leaving the volume down. “Want to change into something more comfortable? I assume you’re sleeping here for a while.”

  “I guess I had too much wine to drive.” She surveyed her messy clothing. “You’ve also seen me.” She sighed and set her glass down to slide her skirt off, tugging her underwear back into place. Somehow, they’d remained wrapped around her ankle. Elyse looked down and glanced at me before lifting her shirt over her head as I held my breath. There was a black top underneath, and my shoulders sagged briefly. It made me think of my own clothes, and I looked at my jeans. They were comfortable and I’d slept in them before, but I knew how much she enjoyed my body. I set the water down and wandered over to my closet to find some workout shorts and lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. When I walked back to the bed, I noticed that Elyse was staring at me, and smiled.

  “See something you like?” I teased as she blinked and turned her head away.

  “You are in the best shape of anyone I’ve ever seen.” Elyse sounded a little glum.

  “I think some of my teammates might be offended by that. You should see us in the gym. We get competitive.” I sat on the bed and propped my pillows before resting against them. “Want blankets?”

  “I’m good for now.” Elyse smiled, and I turned to face her, taking in her perfect curls as I dragged my eyes over her.

  “Did you like that?” My voice was low and curious, and she smiled.

  “It’s never felt like that before.” Elyse cleared her throat. “Actually, nobody has ever tried too hard. I haven’t wanted it.”

  “Well, I’m willing to indulge you any time you want.”

  Elyse laughed and looked at me with big eyes.

  “How busy are you going to be now?” she asked.

  I sobered at the question.

  “Near daily practices and a lot of gym time. We usually play home for one week and travel for a few days. When I’m home, I sleep.” I loved my job, but tonight I was regretting the time I’d be away from home. I never had a reason to feel that way before meeting Elyse. “You won’t come to any games, will you?” I had no idea why they bothered her, and while it ate at me, I was trying to leave it alone.

  “That’s almost the only way I’ll see you, isn’t it?” Her eyes were big as she stared at me.

  “Well, mostly. We can see each other after the games at night.” I sipped my water again. “I’m usually a mix of tired and hopped on adrenaline, but it’s possible.”

  “Mmm.” She seemed to consider this while I imagined going to sleep with her after games. I smiled as she drained her glass and moved to me, wrapping an arm over my stomach. I supported her with my arm, and she rested her head against my chest.

  “Hey there, beautiful girl.” I breathed in her scent and closed my eyes as she shifted.

  “You smell good. It’s like soap and just… you.” Elyse’s arm tightened, and she pressed her lips to my bare skin. I stiffened and she breathed in again. “I like it.”

  “You smell like fruit. I want to take a bite out of you every time I’m with you.” My words surprised me, and I smiled to myself.

  “Seems as though you did that earlier.” I felt her shift and looked up at me, turning my face to gaze into her eyes. She moved up and kissed me softly, sliding her body over mine. “You didn’t get anything out of that, Ryder.” Her mouth ran over my jaw, and I sucked in my breath as she slid over my now hard cock.

  “I got a lot out of it. You taste incredible.”

  “What are you doing to me?” Elyse murmured as she rocked slowly over me, damp through the lace of her underwear. I knew it was from the way she came earlier for me, and my cock sprung to life as I took hold of her hips.

  “Elyse, you’re pushing this. Do you want that?” I asked as she gazed down at me. I could see the hesitance disappear from her face, and she sighed as she pushed harder. Even through our clothes, I could feel her heat, and I pushed up. “Fuck, baby. Don’t do this to me.”

  She lifted her shirt, and I stared at her thin, black camisole, seeing her nipples pressing through the fabric. I pushed my body up and slipped that off before stroking her hard, dark pink nipples. Elyse groaned, and I pushed her back, sucking on her tips as she arched her back for me. “Do you want this?” I took her hand and cupped it over my large cock that wanted to feel her wrapped around it more than anything right now.

  “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her voice was a whisper, and I moved my mouth to hers. This was happening. I moved up to slide my shorts down, and she gasped as she looked at me. “Oh, my God.”

  I walked to my dresser and pulled out a condom before looking at her. Elyse was staring, and I moved towards her, sliding down her now soaked underwear and taking in her flawless body. It was dim in the room but lit just enough to see her gorgeous curves. I slid my fingers over her, and she arched as I f
ound her clit. “You’re so fucking responsive,” I murmured as she moaned, sliding a finger inside her. I could watch her come all day, and it would never get old.

  Once she was crying out my name again, I couldn’t wait any longer. I spread her legs wide and pressed slowly into her as she gripped my shoulders tightly. She was tight, and I forced myself to move slow so she could adjust. I needed to be careful with Elyse, because I knew it wasn’t a one-time thing.

  I moved at her command, and once she was used to me, I thrust faster. I started slow and deep at first, feeling every inch of her slick walls. Elyse moaned with every thrust, and I stared down at her dazed eyes and slack mouth. She rocked into me, and I groaned as she gripped my ass and pulled against me.

  “More, Ryder. I want more.”

  I could do that, and started fucking her with earnest. Elyse cried out as she met me with every thrust, and I watched as her eyes darkened. She was close. I could see it in her face and feel it in the way she was wrapped around me, tightening as she moaned my name. “Come, Elyse. Come for me, baby,” I urged her, and she fisted the sheets beside her. “Come on my cock.”

  “Ryder,” she cried out as she stilled, warming my cock with her release. I bit my lip and let myself go, roaring with the intense orgasm. What was different about this girl? I pulled out gently and dropped beside her, curling my body against her. Elyse panted, and I tried to find the strength to clean her up properly as she deserved. I wasn’t an asshole who fucked a girl like her and walked away.

  I rose and walked to the attached bathroom, wetting a cloth with warm water. I returned to Elyse and moved her gently to clean her pussy, pink and slick from the sex. She stared at me in shock, and I finished, pressing a kiss to her before dropping it to the floor before returning to bed.