Savor (Bad Boy Rockers 4)

“I didn’t know you had a cabin near Stowe,” Reece queries.

“It belongs to Mia’s family and we should have been heading up there, but we have a couple of things that have cropped up. One of which is another ultrasound of our baby.” He grins, his face full of excitement. “So if you want it for a couple of weeks, it’s yours.”

“How exciting,” I comment. “I bet you’re both looking forward to seeing the images of your child, again; seeing how he or she has developed since the last one.”

“We are.” Liam smiles.

After a comfortable silence, Reece goes back to Liam’s original question, “The cabin sounds good. I’m just not sure it’s the right time to be away. Let me ask Callie and I’ll get back to you.”

“Okay.”

I’ve always wanted to visit Stowe in Vermont, and I’m only slightly disappointed that Liam didn’t offer it to Ryder and me.

It would be nice to get away from everything. It would also be nice to experience a real vacation.

“Hey, are you all right?” Ryder whispers.

“I’m good.”

He gives me a worried look, which tells me I didn’t quite keep the sadness out of my voice.

“Can we go upstairs now? Just the two of us, and talk.”

Wrapping his arm around my shoulders, he gives me a thoughtful glance and says, “We can do that.” He kisses me on the forehead.

“We’re going to head up and talk. We’ll see you both around.” Ryder pulls me up with him.

I turn into him and whisper, “Give me a minute.”

Walking over to Reece, I wrap my arms around his neck. “Thank you for keeping me company today.” I kiss him on the cheek before glancing at Liam. “I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, Dahlia.”

As Ryder wraps his arm around my neck, I slide my arm around his waist and hold on, knowing that, at least for now, I really do have him.

Chapter Eight

Ryder

Opening the door to the apartment, I feel like a teenager sneaking off with a girl for a quickie. My blood has been south of the belt since we kissed. Baseball . . . accounts for the bar . . . Damn, nothing is working to cool the desire burning in me.

I’m going to have to do, or think, of something, because there’s only so much I can take. I’m not a teenager, even though my dick thinks I am. The urge to make love to the woman I love is only going to grow stronger the more naked time we spend together.

Last night had been glorious, but painful for me staying loaded when I’d been hard as fuck.

Ugh. I really need to change the direction of my thoughts, as we need to talk. All I want to do is strip her clothes from her body to reveal her smooth, luscious curves beneath.

“Oomph.” All the breath whooshes out of my lungs when Dahlia backs into me, and rubs her ass against my straining cock.

“Babe,” I groan.

Reaching back, Dahlia grips my hips, sealing my groin to her body. Unable to stop myself, I press into her, slipping my arms around her waist. My hands slide over her belly and further down to rest against her pussy. I really want my hands inside, but we need to talk before playing.

We can’t make love . . . not yet, but a little harmless foreplay is okay.

I drop my face into her neck, and nibble along her shoulder. I hold back a groan when she grinds her delectable ass against me.

My dick jumps and tingles, releasing precum and nearly bringing me to my knees.