“Ryker is holding Delia, and my caveman has Marcie.” I’m relieved when Jules takes my mind off Mr. High and Mighty’s hotness. “Would you like to hold Isabelle?” She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I can’t resist the opportunity to snuggle with one of the adorable little girls.
“I would love to.” I smile and cuddle the sweet-smelling baby against my chest. There’s no way I’m ever going to remember all these names. I’m freaking terrible at names. I’m not much help finishing dinner since I end up snuggling the baby until we sit down to eat.
* * *
Ialmost choke on my bite of lasagna when Ryker leans over to whisper in my ear. “Are you trying to torture the fuck out of me?” After hours of watching him interact with his family, I’m ready to self-combust. Wanting him to feel a little of my frustration, I slipped my hand under the table and started running my hand softly over his thigh. With each pass, I make sure to rub my pinky finger against his rapidly growing erection.
“Huh?” I give him my most innocent look and gently squeeze his cock. It jumps under my touch as flames erupt in his ocean-blue eyes.
“That’s twenty.” Ryker groans and adds five smacks to my total.
The little devil on my shoulder won’t allow me to stop pushing his buttons. “Promises, promises,” I whisper back and watch the flames in his eyes explode.
“Excuse us.” I gasp when Ryker stands and reaches for my hand. “We need to have a little conversation.”
“Now?” Dillon asks, but Mr. High and Mighty ignores his brother-in-law while dragging me past the kitchen and through the laundry room.
“Where are we going?” I pull on his hand and ask, but he just tightens his grip. I guess I poked the bear one too many times.
“To ease my pain.” He stops at a door and flips on the light. I get a quick glimpse of the large bathroom a second before he drags me in. When Ryker shuts the door and flips the lock, I know I'm in trouble. Oops. My bad. I might have pushed him a little too far with my stunt, but I don’t feel the slightest bit of regret.
I squeak when he spins me around to face the mirror and places my hands on the cool marble vanity before smacking my rear end through my thick sweater dress. Wetness drips from my core as Ryker drops to his knees behind me and pushes my dress up to my waist. My heart accelerates as he slides my panties down my legs. “I need you, and I can’t wait another minute to taste your sweet cunt. Now, take your punishment like a good girl.” Ryker places a small bite on each of my ass cheeks before sliding his hand between my legs and nudging them open. My elbows give out, and I end up lying across the white marble while he attacks my pussy from behind.
In this position, I should be embarrassed or worried that his family is sitting at the dining room table waiting for us, but my mind is currently occupied with Ryker. And the wicked things his tongue is doing to my lady bits.
I groan when he stands behind me and I can feel his hardness poking against my rear end. “This is going to be quick, but I promise to make it up to you later.” Oh my. As he reaches between us to rip his pants down, my mind short-circuits.
My inner muscles clench as Ryker pushes his way into my dripping wet core while whispering all the dirty things he’s about to do to me.
I grip the edge of the vanity and let his rapid thrusts take me to heaven. I’m not sure if it’s minutes or hours later. Time blurs into a continuous loop as pleasure lights my blood. An orgasm sneaks up on me, and I implode, screaming his name.
Ryker’s hands grip my hips tightly as his thrusts grow erratic. When he jerks to a stop behind me, I feel his warmth jetting into my core. Mr. High and Mighty collapses and traps me between the cold marble and his warm, muscular body while we attempt to catch our breaths.
After a while, I’m not sure how long since my mind still isn’t functioning, Ryker steps back. “If you weren’t already carrying my child, this would’ve done it.” I squeal when he gives me four quick smacks on each ass cheek. “Just so you don’t get too many built up.” He winks and watches while I try to fix a little bit of the damage our impromptu little tryst caused to my appearance.
Eventually, I give up, knowing this is as good as I’m going to get without a hairbrush and makeup. Plus, I’m pretty sure his sister and brother-in-law already know exactly what we were doing in their powder room anyway.
“Thank God my girls are too young to realize what you were doing to her in my poor bathroom.” Jules points at me and hisses while outrage lights her chocolate-brown eyes. My heart drops for a second. Oh, man. I hope our little stunt hasn’t hurt my new relationship with Jules. Relief flows through me when she glances over at me and winks, letting me know it’s all a show.
“Now, don’t start with me,” Ryker goes on the offensive. “I had to listen to this asshole,” he points at Dillon as his volume increases, “defile you. You’re my goddamn little sister,” Ryker roars while his brother-in-law sits back and watches the back and forth.
The sheriff glances over at me and shrugs. “Don’t worry. You fit right in with the craziness.” Exactly where I want to be.
CHAPTEREIGHT
RYKER
“Where are we, Ryker?” Francesca asks, a furrow between her brow as she wanders through the five-bedroom, two-and-a-half-bath, ranch-style house on the outskirts of Silver Spoon Falls. It’s empty now, but it won’t be for long. At least, I’m hoping it won’t.
“We’re home, sunshine,” I murmur, leaning back against the wall in the primary bedroom. Large double doors let out onto the back porch, and there’s a small pond in the distance. Francesca is in love with the view. I can already tell. She keeps drifting back to it. “At least, we are if you agree to move in here with me.”
She spins to face me, her mouth open in a little “O” of surprise. “But you’re going back to DC in two days! Your job!”
I push away from the wall, strolling toward her. Once I’m close enough, I reach out, pulling her into my arms where she belongs. “I am going back to DC in two days,” I agree, brushing my lips across her crown. “But I’m not going back to stay. I didn’t come to Silver Spoon Falls to visit, sunshine. I’m moving here. Permanently.”
“You’re moving?”
“I am.”