RYKER
The cabin was quiet – too quiet. I couldn’t hear Brandy rummaging around in the kitchen, looking for a snack. The TV wasn’t on. And I knew enough about my little star to know that she wasn’t napping.
Something was wrong, and I had no idea if she had tried to text me or call me considering I’d lost fucking signal on my traipse through the woods to clear my head and try to figure out how to convince her to come to college with me. Even if she didn’t re-enroll in classes, I wanted her with me where I could take care of her and keep an eye on her.
She was lost without me. She always had been, and though I’d texted her and called her after she dropped out, I’d also neglected her. I should have forced her to stay with me, but instead, I’d allowed her to go back home to that big, empty house that she had shared with her mom and dad.
She was a shell of herself when I showed up to check on her a few days ago.
I walked out onto the back patio, finding Brandy on one of the chairs. She had a blanket pulled tight around her shoulders, her feet pulled up into the chair. She slowly turned her head to look at me. That spark that had been in her eyes was gone.
“I tried calling,” she murmured. Her voice was hoarse, as if she had been crying. I stepped closer. “I don’t think you had a signal.”
I crouched in front of her and settled my hands around her ankles, binding her. “What happened?” I asked her, my voice soft – tender. I knew what had happened. Those dark thoughts in her head had consumed her, but I wanted to hear her say it to me.
She shrugged weakly, tearing my heart apart. “It got dark.”
I brushed my thumbs along the tops of her feet. “Talk to me about what made that darkness creep back in, little star.”
She reached for me, and I quickly stood, drawing her into my arms. I took the seat she had just vacated and settled her on my lap, gently rocking us back and forth. She’d always been like this. When she felt like she was suffocating, she latched on to me.
I was more than happy to let her draw from me when she needed to. She’d always been my priority, and I was a shitty person for ever putting her second.
“We have to go back home,” she whispered.
I ran my hand down her spine. She loved it when I did that. “Yeah, little star, we do – together.”
She frowned up at me. “But you have school,” she said, confusion clouding her voice.
I nodded, letting my eyes meet hers. She was stunning – fucking beautiful. I’d always felt like she was too good for me, but if I was the man who could keep her head above the water, then I’d be whatever she needed me to be, and that included being a monster.
“Yeah, I do, but I want you to come with me,” I told her. I brushed her hair out of her face. “I don’t like the idea of you being by yourself anymore, Brandy.”
Her lips trembled. “You really mean that?” she croaked.
I nodded, leaning forward to kiss her. It was what I’d been thinking about the past couple of days. I needed her with me wherever I was at. I couldn’t go through any more days of wondering if she was truly okay.
“I really mean that, baby girl.” I turned her so she was straddling me and pushed the blanket off her shoulders. A chill raced through her body, making her shudder. “Now, come here.”
She leaned forward, her hands flattening on my chest as her lips molded to mine. I groaned, instantly deepening the kiss, my hands gripping her ass to grind her cunt against me.
She moaned, her tongue coming out to play with mine. I separated our lips to pull her shirt over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples instantly pebbled into two hard points when the cold air hit them.
I pulled her up some and laved my tongue over one, then the other, before sucking her hot tit into my mouth. She whined my name, her delicate fingers tangling in my hair as she did so. I groaned when she tugged on the strands, grinding herself against my cock, which was straining against my jeans, begging to be buried deep inside of her.
“Ryker, fuck me – please,” Brandy pleaded, her words breathless and needy.
I set her on her feet in front of me. She flinched when the cold cement met with her bare feet, but that was quickly lost to her when I yanked her leggings and panties down her thighs. She stepped out of them, shivering as a cold breeze flitted over her body.
I stared at her, admiring every curve and dip of her tantalizing body as I stripped out of my own clothes, the cold air only turning me on more, especially since I knew I was about to be buried in her warmth.
“Grab the blanket,” I ordered. “Then, come sit on my cock, little star.”
She quickly grabbed the blanket before she straddled me. I positioned the tip of my dick at her soaked entrance, and she slid down on me, moaning as she did so, her nipples tightening further at the sensation.
God, she was perfect.
I wrapped the blanket around her and ordered her to hold it. Then, I gripped her hips and began rocking her back and forth. I kept an even pace, my grip forcing her to only rock the way I wanted her to.