Wildcard: Volume Three

I have no idea what the situation with Tony is. Has he been dealt with? Is he out of my life the good? I haven't heard from the guy I hired, but I have no idea whether I’m supposed to hear from him. Should I be getting some kind of update on the progress of the situation?

The other day, I nearly Googled what the etiquette is when hiring a hit man. This whole situation is causing me to do things I'd never normally do, and that scares me.

“You look like you're enjoying yourself.”

I jump and look up.

Ryder is leaning against the open door, smiling at me. “I didn't mean to scare you, but dinner’s here.”

“I'll be out the second,” I say, forcing a smile.

“Are you sure you're okay?” he asks, concerned.

I nod. “Just tired. And hungry,” I admit, acknowledging my grumbling stomach.

The pasta is delicious, and it takes eating nearly half the plate for me to realize just how hungry I am. Ryder smirks at me as he polishes off his steak.

“What?” I ask, embarrassed. “Am I eating too fast? Because at this point I really don't care.”

“No, that's not it. I like seeing you enjoy something—even if it’s just a bowl of pasta.”

“This is not just a bowl of pasta. This is quite possibly the best thing I've ever eaten,” I declare with a grin.

He laughs again and shakes his head. “You're adorable when you're hungry.”

I roll my eyes and stab at my food with my fork. I want to keep going, but I'm already too full. I push the plate aside and sigh.

Ryder laughs and stands up, clearing our dishes away. “Drink?” he asks.

“A wine would be nice,” I smile. “You know, you're kind of sexy,” I say as he bends over just outside t

he room door, leaving the tray on the floor.

He laughs, his face coloring. “Are you sure you need alcohol? You seem kind of loose already,” he chuckles.

“Loose?” I gape, standing up. “Did you just call me loose?”

“Yes—as in relaxed.” His brow furrows. “What did you think I meant?”

“I thought you were calling me easy,” I mumble.

He shakes his head and moves toward me, his arms roaming over my back. “Well, you are kind of easy—for me at least,” he says huskily.

“Keep talking like that and I won’t be,” I retort, ducking out of the way as he tries to kiss me. I laugh as his hands cup my face, finally relenting into his kiss. “Is it any wonder I’m easy when you kiss me like that?”

“What can I say? I’m a man of many talents.” He sighs. “How am I going to go without you for two days?”

He pushes me against the small, round table behind where I stand, his fingers riding up my dress. I groan as his hands brush past my panties.

“Oh, God,” I mumble. His finger strokes along the inside of my thigh as his lips press against mine, demanding more of me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers as his fingers loop around my panties. I sigh as he slides them down over my long, smooth legs. I’m still wearing my dress when he sits me on the table and crouches down in front of me, a glint burning in his eyes.

“Oh,” I gasp. He lifts my thigh onto his shoulder, causing me to lose my balance. I put my hand out behind me, saving myself just in time. “God, you tease.”

He smiles, and continues to blow gently along my entrance. The cool air from his lips hits my bare pussy, sending it into overdrive. I need some part of him—anything—inside me now.

Gripping the back of his hair, I try to force him closer to me. He responds by laughing and then rolling me over until I sit perched on top of him.