Stryker

Rolling to his side, he took me with him and kept me wrapped up tightly in his arms. It was almost as though he was afraid to let me go.

I hated knowing that we couldn’t stay in this bed and that we had to go and talk with Carter and Millie. If something could be worked out, then it was worth it.

“We need to go out there,” Stryker mumbled.

“I know. I’m too tired to shower, but we need to talk.”

He groaned. “No way. We get in a shower then we won’t be getting out for a while. You, naked and slippery in my arms… Mmm.” He nuzzled along my neck, his hand clutching my bottom, pulling me closer. “Fuck.” He pulled away and flopped to his back.

I couldn’t help but smirk at the sight of his large cock. He was hard and proud, sticking straight up in the air.

All it would take was for me to straddle him to take a ride. My thighs clenched at the thought as tingles of arousal raced through me, and then I thought, what the hell.

Before he had any idea of what I planned, I was on my knees above him, sliding down his hard shaft. He gasped and grabbed my hips, but instead of pushing me away he tugged me down as his hips arched up. The sensation of being completely filled by him was an aphrodisiac all on its own.

“I’ll shower later, so we have time for this.” I slowly rocked on him, biting my lip when I felt the first flutters of climax rushing through me.

Stryker felt my reaction because he shot to a sitting position, rearranged my legs and sealed our lips together. His hands pressed me down on his cock, and as he ground into me, he caught my scream of release in his mouth as I caught his.

He pulsed when spilling his seed, which prolonged the electrical pulses that ran through my sex.

“I feel well and truly loved…and wet,” I wiggled on him and laughed when his eyes rolled. “We really do need to get dressed now.”

“If you say so.”

He lay back on the bed so I teased him by lifting my arms and piling my hair on the top of my head. My entire torso was on display, especially my large breasts that I knew he loved.

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply. “Evie,” he groaned, arching up.

My eyes widened at how hard he was, again. I raised a brow and he laughed when he opened his eyes. “I’m always ready for you. I also have a lot of years to catch up on.”

I laughed. “Not in one day you don’t.”

Resting my hands on his delicious chest, I rose up and caught my breath at the sensation of him leaving my body. Goose bumps coated my skin, puckering my nipples, which Stryker’s gaze landed on, and stayed.

“Oh no.” I moved out of his reach and ran to the bathroom.

I quickly wiped myself down and wet another washcloth for Stryker. Back in the bedroom, he looked to be asleep and although I wanted him to rest, I knew that we had things to discuss, so I tossed the wet cloth onto his stomach.

He sucked in a breath and jerked up.

“I’d wipe your cock for you, but then we’d be in here even longer.”

“Mmm.”

I watched him wipe his cock and balls while he watched me dress, except the more his eyes followed my movements the harder, and longer he became until he tossed the cloth back to the bathroom and wrapped his hand around his shaft.

I stumbled, unable to take my eyes from him, but he stood, releasing himself and stretched. He had an amazing body, but seeing him naked with arousal running through him made me want to throw

caution away and take.

He caught my gaze. “More of that later.” He smirked.

Grinning, I quickly pulled the rest of my clothes on and waited for Stryker to get his T-shirt on.

My hand was wrapped with his as we left the room Millie had given me.

Stryker would have to go back to his apartment for now until a way out had been decided, which I hated. I wanted him to stay with me. I wanted to know what it would be like to sleep all night wrapped up in his strong arms. I wanted to know how it felt to be woken in the dark with his body already inside mine, making sweet love. I wanted everything with this man.