My only thoughts right now are getting home, calling Berkley, opening up a bottle of beer, and jerking off like I’ve done every single fucking day for the past month. My hand is developing calluses from all the times I’ve had to use it when all I could think about was Berkley, how she’d come all over my mouth as I ate her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner before flipping her over on her hands and knees, taking her until both of us can’t take any more.
“God damn,” I mumble under my breath once I’m in my truck, my jeans already getting tight just thinking of all the things I’m going to do to Berkley. I adjust myself then get on the road. If I had her address, she’d find me on her doorstep tonight, but since that’s not the case, a phone call will have to do. For now.SevenBerkleyAfter my nap, okay, fine, it wasn’t a nap, more like a three-hour snooze fest. Between the high emotions, the two shots of coconut rum, and then my overdue orgasm, it knocked me the hell out. Now I’m up and starving. “I could really go for a cheeseburger, French fries, and a mint chocolate chip milkshake.”
I pull my phone out, knowing I’m going to order this to be delivered. Thank you, Grubhub, for me not having to leave my house, which means I can call my girl gang. I no sooner place my order on my phone and put it down before it starts ringing.
“Who the hell,” I breathe out, recognizing the number that’s displayed on the screen to be from a certain handsome man who stormed into my life earlier today. I only wish I had time to talk to the girls before he called.
“Hello.” I put the phone on speaker, waiting to see what he’ll say.
“Sugar.” It’s one word, something that shouldn’t cause my whole body to shiver, yet it does. His voice sounds like he’s been smoking, deep and with a huskiness to it, except I didn’t smell any signs of cigarettes on him.
“Ryder. Sugar? Really?” I’m shocked he’s called, and so early. It throws me for a loop. I know he and Sienna had plans. I assumed if Ryder called, it would be later this evening, if not tomorrow.
“The way you smell, Berkley, like spun sugar. Can’t wait to taste you and see just how sweet you are.” My legs clench together without a thought.
“Ryder,” I moan out his name this time.
“I’m already addicted to hearing my name coming from your lips.” The desire in my body builds, and I moan my response.
“Fuck, I knew when I had you in my sights again, you’d be perfect for me, and now that I do, there’s a damn phone between us,” Ryder states.
“You could always come over?” I question, but more like offer to see what he’ll say. I’m sure if the girls were here, they’d either say ‘Hell yes’ or ‘Fuck no’. Rowen and Aspen would be on the ‘Get it, girl’ side, while Peyton, God love her, she would be like ‘Are you crazy? He could be this, he could do that.’
“If you want me there, I’m there. Don’t think this is just some passing bullshit either. I set my eyes on you the moment you weren’t almost dying in front of me. Having my hands on your body, it felt like coming home, Berkley. You’re exactly what I want.”
“But we barely know each other,” I question even though I know exactly what he means. I felt it that first time we met, and there’s no doubt about feeling it today.
“We’ll get to know each other, and as much as it pains me to say this, I’m not coming over tonight,” he states. As much as it sucks, he’s right. Even if it kills me not to let myself have wandering thoughts, and of course, like a crazy person, I know I’ll never stop.
“You’re right, ugh. It sucks to even say that out loud. Are you sure we can’t see each other tomorrow?” I probably sound like a forward type of woman.
“Something tells me I won’t be hearing those words out of your mouth too often. I have to work tomorrow night, but if you want, you can come and join me on my dinner break. I’ll cook us dinner. It won’t be much, but it’s what we’ve got.” His voice is deep and gravelly.
“You have to quit talking,” I blabber.
“What, why?” He laughs.
“My scent might do something to you, but dear God, your voice, Ryder…” I am who I am. Sure, I’m calm and collected at school, I have to be, especially for the children, who I love, no matter what. But when I’m done with school for the day, I turn that part of myself off and let the real me shine. The me that is wild, crazy, loves to have fun, and live carefree comes out.