His Alone (For Her 2)

“You’re out here swimming naked by yourself because you know that pisses me off. Then you splash me and pretend to try and get away.” She lets out a cry of pleasure as I pinch her clit. “You sucked my cock when you know exactly what that does to me. You pushed me, kitten, and now you’re going to come all over me. I want your pussy to get me off.” I lean forward and lick her neck, then suck the tender place just below her ear. I want to leave a mark on her because I know she’ll love it tomorrow.

“Ryan. Fuck, that’s it.”

Her pussy contracts around my cock as her orgasm rolls through her. Her legs tense on either side of me, and I hold her in place as she tries to fight it. I don’t stop rubbing her clit as she screams out my name and the wave of pleasure hits her hard and fast.

My cock throbs inside her, and I release, giving her exactly what she was after tonight. She wanted me to mark her and make her mine, no matter how she tries to deny it.

When we’re both coming down and catching our breath, I rest my forehead against hers and smile. “I’m guessing we’re skipping the dinner reservations tonight?”

She looks up at me and gives me a wicked smile. “Guess you’ll just have to give me something else to eat.”

I pick her up and carry her into the pool, kissing her neck and breasts. She’s my strong, sassy woman, but she melts into a puddle of molten sugar every time I hold her. Later, when we finally get out of the pool and I’ve fed her, we make slow, sweet love. She promises never to go skinny-dipping without me again, but we both know that’s a lie.

And we are both okay with that.

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Bonus Material

Ryan

WHEN RYAN MEETS PAIGE…

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I RUN MY hands through my short hair, grabbing a fistful of it and giving it a little pull. I’m trying to get myself under control. I’ve been waiting for this moment for what feels like an eternity. Fuck, maybe my whole life. It’s been weeks since I first saw her picture, weeks before I could finally track her down. And days since she spoke to Miles, agreeing to take the job of watching over Mallory.

I don’t know if I should be proud of myself for coming up with the plan for her to cover Mallory, or pissed. She’d be away from her father, no longer jumping from shelter to shelter. She’d be put up somewhere where she could grow safely, but so far from me. Not easily within my grasp.

Thinking about the shelters makes me clench my jaw. The first night I’d finally found her, she was walking into one. Hoodie pulled over her head, hiding all that auburn hair. Her backpack strapped tight to her, holding everything she owned. She looked so young, but she carried herself with strength. Some little punk tried to grab a hold of her, and she punched him right in the mouth. I smiled at that show of fire. It was nothing compared to what I did to the little prick after she disappeared inside. It was safe to say he wouldn’t be fucking with her again. No, no one would. She was going to be sent to a safe haven away from the dirt Miles and I were about to crawl through.

My phone goes off, breaking me from my thoughts. I pull it out and read the message.

She’s coming up

I let out a breath of relief that she’s here. Fucking hell, I was still scared she might make a run for it. That she might change her mind about taking Miles’s deal to watch over Mallory, and I wouldn’t be there to stop her.

Normally I tail her. Have been doing it for weeks, but sometimes I have to meet with Miles. Or like now, I have to be in my office. So I had to put someone on her when I couldn’t be there. The same guy I planned to send with her to school. There was no way I could make it without eyes on her constantly. If it was up to me, I’d change my mind and drag her away from all of it instead of doing what needs to do be done for everyone. But if I know one thing, it’s that Paige hates her father and she wants to make him pay. I want to give her that, and it means helping Miles and making sure Paige isn’t around to get any of her father’s wrath when we start to make his world crumble around him.

The door swings open as she walks in. She doesn’t even bother to knock as the door hits the wall. I’m on my feet instantly as she strolls into the room. Her shoulders are back like she’s ready for a fight, and a smile pulls at the corners of my lips.