Wildcard: Volume Two

I nod, knowing it’s for the best, but the selfish part of me hates being away from him. I miss his silly little jokes and that toothy smile. I call him over, laughing as he rolls his eyes at Max.

“We’re playing,” he says, his eyes widening as if to emphasize how inconvenient my interruption is. I want to squeeze him so tight and tell him how much he means to me, but I don’t, not wanting him to worry.

“Do you want to sleep over with Max for a couple more nights?” I ask.

“Really, Mom?” He squeals and throws his arms around me. I hug him back, trying not to show the part of me that’s disappointed he’s not missing me more. He races back over to Max to resume playing. Penny chuckles next to me. I roll my eyes at her.

“Good to see he’s missing me,” I joke.

“You know how much that boy loves you,” she chides.

Again, she’s right: I do know that.

***

My phone rings when I leave. It’s Ryder.

I press answer, the anticipation of hearing his voice making my heart race. “Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me. I just wanted to warn you that there are some photographers camped out front, so be careful when you come over.”

“I’m leaving Jake at Penny’s for another night or two.” I hesitate. “Are you sure you want me there, Ryder? The media, Tony...are you sure you want all that?”

“Will you fucking get over here already?” He laughs. “You think I give a damn about the media? Have you met me?”

I laugh, because he has a point.

“I think you should know I have what every girl wants . . .” His voice is low and sexy. I feel my nipples grow hard under my T-shirt.

“You’re very sure of yourself,” I say with a giggle. I won’t admit that he’s right: he does have what I want. He is what I want.

“I was referring to the pint of chocolate ice cream in my freezer, you dirty, dirty girl.”

I giggle, my face flushing. I love how he’s capable of making me feel so many different emotions.

“Fine. But I’m only coming for the ice cream,” I warn.

He chuckles. “Oh, you’ll be coming for me too. Trust me.”

***

He lifts his knees and moves my hands until I’m sitting upright, my back leaning against his thighs. He watches as I unclasp my bra. A shiver races through me as he stares at my breasts. My nipples harden.

“Fucking beautiful,” he mutters.

I lift my hand, running my finger over my panties. I groan at the wetness of my pussy as his cock throbs against my thigh. All I want him to do is bury himself inside me.

He gently rolls me onto my back, his mouth finding mine in a soft, slow kiss. I sigh as our tongues caress. I press my lips against his, groaning as he trails kisses down my neck. His fingers tug my panties down my thighs and over my knees. I shrug them off, parting my legs as he begins to touch the insides of my thighs.

“That feels good,” I moan in approval. My eyes are closed, and a dreamy smile spreads across my lips. “Oh God,” I gasp as he pushes a finger inside my wet pussy. My mouth presses against his, kissing him deeply while his finger works circles inside me.

I groan, my back archin

g as he slides another finger inside me.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “And so damn wet. I love how wet your pussy is.”

He slides his fingers out and lifts them to my mouth. I squirm and shake my head. He laughs and runs his tongue along his the length of them.