Fair warning, it's about to get steamy up in here...
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Ryker's POV:
We walked in the bar the following Friday and I cursed when I saw Scarlett. Watching out for her was not going to be easy. She wore a very small skirt, thing barely covered her ass. Besides that, a tank top that plunged much too low. Shit. I strode over to the bar, grabbing her wrist before she walked to another table.
"Change," I said, glaring at her.
"Oh, fuck off," she countered, twisting out of my grip easily and sauntering past me.
I cursed again and sat at the bar, watching carefully as almost every eye watched her walk away. Goddamn her. She came back to the bar and grabbed a glass, setting it in front of me roughly.
"I know it's some kind of scotch but I don't know what kind," she said, tapping her fingers on the bar impatiently.
"You need to change. Right now," I said seriously.
"It's none of your business what I wear," she countered, crossing her arms, pushing her already very visible cleavage out even more.
"Shit, Scarlett. What would Danny say if he saw you? Have you not noticed everyone in this bar is eye-fucking you?"
It took all my focus to not stare at her tits. They were a work of art.
"It's also none of his business what I wear. Yeah, everyone in this bar. Including you. Stop staring at my boobs, I thought you were supposed to be watching my back all night?" She sassed, walking away from me and to another customer.
I watched her walk away and couldn't decide if I wanted to yell at her or fuck her really good. Probably both. She went down the line of the bar, getting drinks. The pain in the ass never even got my drink, I had to flag down Tammy.
After talking to the guys and Tammy, I managed to have her almost cornered to staying at the bar instead of walking around. We were making everyone request Tammy instead. Scarlett threw glares my way and I swear she made an extra effort to lean over the counter, giving gracious views of her tits to every customer, just to fucking spite me.
"You're asking for it," I warned her after she was particularly flirty with another customer.
"What are you going to do about it?" She challenged, filling up my drink and walking away.
Damn, I liked her attitude.
"I'm going to bend you over this counter and smack that ass," I warned.
Her eyes widened but then she licked her lips. She composed herself and gave me a determined look, very pointedly bending over the bar to give me a view as she cleaned. My jaw dropped in shock and she gave me a smug smile when she straightened out.
"Missed your chance," she shrugged, walking away.
She was so not what Danny described at all. I didn't remember all he said but I remembered the words "quiet", "sweet". Yeah, I wasn't getting that at all. I liked this version of her much better, even if she was pissing me off.
The night wore on and I was getting increasingly hard for her. Every time she bent over to clean something I'd get a nice view. I wanted her so bad. It didn't help that our sarcastic banter just made me want her more. I liked she had a mouth and could keep up with me. I didn't always find girls like that, they didn't always like to dish it back out. Scarlett did.
I stayed until closing, much to her chagrin. She complained constantly as she cleaned, sending me away to a clean corner so she could finish cleaning off the bar. She finally finished everything around three in the morning. She came over to my table with a glass of what I guessed was whiskey and sat down.
"I think you're well beyond your promised hours of babysitting," she said bitterly, wincing as she removed her heels, pressing her fingers into the soles of her feet.
"You trying to kick me out, sugar?" I teased, leaning forward and grabbing her foot.
"What are you doing?" She squeaked, pulling her foot back.
"Relax," I said, setting her foot on my knee and pressing my fingers into the sole.
She moaned and threw her head back. Fuck. I could get used to seeing that.
"You shouldn't have worn those heels all night," I scolded.
"I was trying to get good tips and it worked, thank you very much," she scowled, biting her lip and closing her eyes as I pressed into her foot.
"Bet the tips would've been higher if you would've just taken your top off. You're halfway to a stripper as it is."
I knew it would piss her off. Her eyes snapped open and she glared at me, yanking her foot back.
"Who are you? My parent?" She snapped.
"No, sugar. Definitely not that," I chuckled, grabbing her other foot. "I guarantee I haven't felt fatherly towards you for one moment."
"Then what do you feel towards me?" She challenged, crossing her arms.
My eyes dropped down to her perfect body then back up to her face. She noticed the look, I could tell by the blush forming on her face.
"What do you feel towards me?" I countered, setting her foot down and leaning forward. "I wasn't the only one staring at your body all night but I'm the only one getting a blush."
She inhaled sharply and swallowed, darting her eyes away. "I asked first," she clipped, bringing her eyes back to me. "You act weird around me. Different than you do around Tammy. So what is it? What do you want from me?"
"Oh, sugar, don't you already know?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "I want the same thing you want."
"And what's that?" She asked, her tone sounding uncertain.
"To fuck you," I said bluntly.
Her eyes widened and the blush came back with a vengeance. She smoothed her hand over her ponytail and swallowed hard, crossing her legs.
"You can't tell me you don't want it," I continued, leaning back in my seat. "You've been staring at me, too."
Her eyes came back to me and drifted down my body. When her eyes returned she sat up straighter, meeting my gaze head on.
"Dan would kill both of us," she said, biting her lip.
She was right. I should back down. I should back down right now before I make it worse. But fuck, those lips, I wanted to kiss them.
"Danny doesn't need to know," I said, setting my hand on her knee.
She bit down on her lip, her hands clasping together in her lap. "How do I know you're worth the effort?"
Oh. That's how she wanted to play it. I narrowed my eyes at her and rose from my chair. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her until she was standing, dropping my head down to her ear, brushing my fingers against her neck.
"Trust me, Scarlett," I whispered. "I'll fuck you so good, you'll miss my cock when it's not in you. That's what you want, isn't it? I bet you're wet already, just thinking about it."
Her breathing increased, her hands landing on my arms, her fingers curling around them. Her touch felt so good. Her hands were so soft. I placed a kiss on her neck, below her ear, and she shivered. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her flush against me, getting a gasp out of her.
"Don't beat around the bush or anything," she breathed, tilting her head back as I placed another kiss on her neck.
"I don't play mind games, sugar. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard and long and good. Do you want that, Scarlett?"
I knew she did. I could feel it. She was melting into me and God, her body felt nice against mine. I kept my hand on her back and neck, waiting for a response.
"Yes," she finally said.
Finally. I bent down and tossed her over my shoulder, heading for the stairs.
She squealed, smacking my back. "What are you doing?"
"What do you think? I'm taking you upstairs to fuck you," I answered, smacking her ass. "Stop squirming."
She moaned softly when I smacked her ass, making my cock twitch.
"Do you like that, baby?" I asked, smacking her ass again.
"Yes," she whimpered.
"Fuck. I'm going to have a lot of fun with you," I said, setting her down and turning her to face her door. "Unlock the door," I said, setting my hands on her hips and pressing up against her ass.
She rolled her ass back against me as she fumbled with her keys. I smacked her ass again, getting her to jump.
"Faster, Scarlett. I'm not patient. I want to fuck you and I'll do it right here if you don't speed it up," I warned.
She got the door unlocked and we stumbled through. I grabbed her and pushed her up against the door to shut it, catching her in a hard kiss. Her lips were even better than I imagined. She moaned into my mouth and I dropped my hands down, under her skirt and up to her ass.
"Fuck," I groaned, squeezing her ass, pulling her against me.
She whimpered and I kissed her again, sliding my tongue into her mouth. She met my tongue with hers and her hands wrapped around my neck. I lifted her up, her legs wrapped around me and I couldn't help it, I ground into her a few times against the wall, dropping my lips to her neck.
"Where's the bedroom?" I asked, biting her skin.
"That way," she breathed, throwing her head back and tapping my right shoulder.
I carried her over, through the door and set her down by the bed, yanking off her shirt and unhooking her bra. I pulled it off her and pushed her back onto the bed, hovering over her. Yeah, her tits were definitely a work of art. I bent my head down and caught one of her hardened nipples with my mouth, sucking on it roughly.
"Ryker," she gasped, her hand sliding to the back of my head.
I cupped her other breast with my hand, pinching the nipple between my fingers. She whimpered and arched her back into my hands. Damn, she was responsive. I moved away from her breasts and tugged her skirt down, leaving her in just underwear. The underwear didn't last long either and my shirt came off after.
I relished in the feeling of her eyes raking up and down my torso, her chest rising and falling faster as she did. She sat up and set her hands on my chest, running them down over my stomach before placing a kiss below my belly button. My cock twitched and I groaned, unbuttoning my jeans.
"I need to be inside you," I said, taking my jeans and boxers off in one move.
Her eyes widened when my cock sprang up but she still reached for it, wrapping her hand around it. She looked up at me before bending her head down, licking the length of my cock.
"Oh, fuck," I groaned, grabbing the back of her head as she wrapped her lips around my cock.
She kept going until I hit the back of her throat, her tongue caressing on the sensitive underside of my cock. Shit. If she kept that up I would not last long. I tugged on her ponytail until she released me, looking up at me questioningly.
"You can suck my cock another time, baby. I want to feel you," I said, pushing her back on the bed and climbing over her, sliding my fingers down between her legs.
She whimpered and I groaned, easily sliding my fingers around her clit and then inside of her. "You're so fucking wet," I moaned, pumping my fingers in and out of her.
She gasped and raised her hips to my hands, fisting the blankets beneath her. "Ryker," she breathed as I brought a finger back to her clit, circling around it before I grabbed my jeans and fished out a condom.
"You ready?" I asked, sliding the condom on and pressing up against her pussy.
"Take me," she breathed, throwing her hands back over her head.
Oh, fuck. I don't think a girl had ever said that to me sexier than she did just now. I threw one of her legs over my shoulder and pushed into her. She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut, her hips rocking softly. She was as eager as I was. No sense wasting time getting to where we both wanted so I started moving.
I didn't even bother building, I just started slamming into her, harder and faster. She cried out and fisted the sheets. My name coming off her lips while she moaned was the best sound. It was fast. Faster than I wanted it to be but she got there so fast and when she came around me and cried out my name, I couldn't take it and I exploded into her. Her legs fell away from me, her eyes fluttering shut as she whimpered.
I leaned over her, grabbing and squeezing both breasts and capturing her mouth with mine. She whined in surprised but kissed me back, sliding her hands over mine to help me squeeze her breasts. Damn, that was hot.
"I'm not done with you," I said, sliding my hand down between her legs.
She whimpered as my fingers caressed her inside and out. She moaned, arching her back. "Oh, God, Ryker," she whimpered.
She gasped when I added another finger but it was quickly followed up with another delightful moan. God, she sounded good. I trailed my lips down between her breasts, past her belly button and between her thighs. I spread her legs out and dropped my head down, circling her clit with my tongue.
"Oh yes," she moaned, her hands coming down and tangling in my hair.
"Fuck, Scarlett. You do taste sweet," I groaned.
Her hands tightened in my hair, her voice getting higher as I slid my fingers in and out of her faster, licking and sucking around her clit. I felt her walls clamping again, she was almost there but enough time had passed. I was hard again. I stopped before she finished, eliciting a whine from her.
"Patience, Scarlett," I murmured, flipping her over and pulling her waist up. I grabbed another condom and slipped it on before sliding into her pussy from behind.
Just as I hoped, only a few thrusts was all she needed. She clenched around me as she came and I groaned at the sensation. She felt amazing. Better than anyone else I'd been with.
"Ryker," she moaned, bracing on her elbows.
Shit, my name on her lips after cumming... it was too much. I slid my hands around to her tits, squeezing both. She whimpered as I pinched her nipples and slammed into her a little harder. She cried out and I groaned, placing a kiss on her back before slamming into her again. Another cry of pleasure. Damn. I wasn't going to get tired of hearing that. I pulled out even more, almost completely out of her pussy before slamming back in. I wanted to go even harder but I didn't want to hurt her so I moved faster instead. She gasped and whimpered each time I plowed into her.
"Harder," she whimpered.
"You want me to fuck you harder, Scarlett?" I clarified, not believing what I heard. I was already fucking her pretty hard.
"Yes," she breathed.
My cock twitched and I groaned, sliding my hands up to her hips to hold her in place. "Tell me if it's too much," I said, gripping her hips before pounding into her harder.
It was a scream this time. A nice scream. "Yes," she moaned. "Like that."
My eyes widened in shock because it was really fucking hard. I slid out, hammering into her again. She screamed again, her hands fisting in the sheets.
"Oh, God, just like that, baby," she panted. "But faster."
"Did you just call me baby?" I teased, shoving into her again. "It's about fucking time."
"Shut up and fuck me," she breathed, dropping her head down into the bed.
"Whatever you say, sugar," I said with a breathy laugh.
I slammed into her hard, much harder than I thought she could take but I was very wrong. She was loving it, as evidence by her moaning and screaming. I brought her back to the edge, her pussy clenching, her sounds getting more desperate. I dropped my head down for a minute, biting on her earlobe.
"Cum for me, baby," I said in her ear.
She whimpered and I felt it, her walls clenching, hands gripping the sheets. Fuck, what a sight. I almost wished she was facing me so I could see her face twisted in pleasure. I finished shortly after, thrusting harder as I finished.
I pulled myself out, my hands on either side of her back, panting. She sunk into the bed, still whimpering lightly. Shit, I hadn't had a girl give me a workout like that for a while. Normally they didn't want it that hard, especially not the first time.
"You all right, sugar?" I asked, dipping my head down to kiss the back of her neck.
"Mmm," she hummed, causing me to chuckle. "That was amazing."
"So you like it hard, huh?" I asked, smacking her ass.
She whimpered and turned her head so I could see the side of her face as it rested into the bed. "Sometimes," she admitted, biting her lip.
"Don't be embarrassed, Scarlett. I like it hard," I said, caressing her ass before smacking it again. "Rough, too," I said, brushing her hair to the side before dipping my head down to her neck and biting down on her skin.
She yelped then moaned, her eyes fluttering. "Me too," she admitted.
Even in the dark light I could see a blush forming on her cheek. I smiled and slid a hand down her spine, enjoying the little sounds she made as I made my way down to her ass, smacking it again.
"I also like tasting you," I said, sliding down and lifting her hips so her ass was in the air again. "Sweet as sugar," I murmured before spreading her legs a little bit and licking the length of her pussy.
"Oh," she whimpered, spreading her legs out even further.
I couldn't help but taste her again. Her moans filled the otherwise silent room, making it the only thing I could hear and damn, it was an addictive sound.
I lifted her hips higher and licked around her clit, sliding my fingers inside her pussy. She clenched around my fingers and I smiled against her clit. She was so sensitive she was cumming faster now. I lifted my head and continued pumping my fingers in and out of her, sliding my other hand over the curve of her ass.
She had me in her mouth. I'd been in her pussy twice. There was only one other hole I hadn't filled and I wanted to fill all of her. If she was a virgin there, I couldn't do it tonight. We'd have to build up to it. She seemed adventurous in other ways. Only one way to find out. She was about to cum again, I could feel her getting wetter, her voice getting desperate. I slid my finger around her anus and she stilled.
"You ever try this, baby?" I asked, waiting for her orgasm to hit.
But it didn't. And suddenly I wasn't touching her.
"Stop!" She cried, scrambling to her front and backing away from me, into the head of the bed. "Don't," she repeated, wrapping her arms around herself, bringing her knees up. "Don't hurt me."
Jesus Christ. What did I do? She was shaking.
"Scarlett," I said calmly, crawling towards her slowly. "It's all right, baby. I wasn't going to do it without your permission, okay?" I said, reaching for her.
Tears came down her face and she shook her head before dropping it to her knees. I frowned and carefully set a hand on her hands that were holding herself so tightly, her nails started to dig into her skin. Shit. This was like a fully blown anxiety attack.
"Scarlett, sugar, it's all right. Don't be scared," I said, trying to pry her nails away from her skin. "What's wrong? You're all right. Nothing's going to happen."
She stopped shaking as badly. Her head came up slowly and the fear was now mixed with embarrassment. "I'm... I'm sorry," she said, more tears coming as she darted out of the bed and straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
I stared at the door, frowning. What the fuck was that about? I replayed what happened in my head. It wasn't until I touched her there, she'd stopped moving her hips against my hand. Then after I asked her, that's when she freaked. But it was when I touched her there it started. I'd had enough anxiety attacks from PTSD to know one when I saw it. The fear was very really in her eyes.
That could only mean one thing. I looked at the door again, filling a mixture of anger and sadness. Shit. I bet it was the same fucking guy that put her in the hospital. I grabbed my boxers and pulled them on, picking up my shirt and her panties as well.
Walking over to the door, I tried to remember all the techniques they taught me to deal with PTSD. How the fuck I was supposed to translate that to her, I didn't know. The best I could do is do with her what I wish someone would've done with me.
"Scarlett," I said, hoping my voice was coming out soft enough. "Baby, open the door." No answer. I knocked gently and leaned my forehead against the door. "Scarlett, come on. You can't stay in there forever. It's all right. I'm not going to hurt you." I tried the door but it was locked.
"Please go," she choked. "I'm so embarrassed."
Shit. I knew what that felt like. I also pushed everyone away and it was the worst thing I could've done. I sighed and turned my head, looking at the rest of her room. There were bobby pins on her dresser. God help me, hopefully it was the right move. I grabbed a bobby pin and unlocked the door, pushing it open.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her eyes widening as she looked up at me with a tear stained face.
"Nothing, sugar. I promise," I said, holding my hands up and walking towards her slowly. "I'm not going to hurt you. You're calling the shots, all right?" I said, tossing my shirt and her panties over my shoulder before offering both hands.
She looked at me uncertainly but wiped at her eyes before taking my hands. I pulled her up and tugged my shirt over her before bending down and holding her panties open. She stepped into them and I slid them up carefully, avoiding touching anything but her legs and hips. I stood and opened my arms.
"What are you doing?" She asked, looking at me uncertainly, still shaking.
"Just trying to comfort you, baby. Come here," I said, beckoning her.
Her eyes filled with tears again and she came to me, setting her head in my chest and crying. I wasn't great at crying. Normally a girl cried and I left the room. But this was much different. She was hurting in a way I could at least partially understand. My trauma might be different but it was still trauma.
I knew how exhausting crying could get so I bent down and grabbed the back of her legs, lifting her up and carrying her back to the bed. She held onto me tightly. I sat on the bed and she wrapped arms and legs around me, her crying stopping but not her shaking.
"I'm sorry," she muttered into my neck. "I'm sorry I freaked."
"Don't be sorry, baby. A trigger's a trigger. I'm sorry I didn't know about it. I would've avoided it," I said, rubbing her back.
"It's not a trig-"
"Come on, sugar. I'm not an idiot. Was it your ex?"
She stilled once again. I wasn't sure she would even admit it to me but slowly, I felt her nod into my chest. My arms tightened around her and I set my head on hers. God help me if I ever came across that motherfucker. I felt enough anger to beat him until his heart stopped. Eh, that wouldn't be so bad. I had plenty of people willing to help me hide a body and be an 'alibi'. Maybe I did want him to come around.
"I'm sorry, Scarlett. I'm really sorry," I said, bringing my hand up and cradling her head. "I won't bring it up again."
"Don't tell Dan," she whispered, lifting her head to look at me with tear-filled eyes. "Please don't tell him."
"I won't. Don't worry. This stays between me and you. Unless you want to do something about it."
"There's nothing to do. It's my word against his," she said, hiding her head in my neck again.
I hated how true that usually was. And by her response, I could only assume she didn't get a kit or anything like that to prove he'd been there. And even then, it was still her word against his on if it was consensual. I wanted to tell her to fight anyway and I would help her but it wasn't my decision to make. If she wanted justice for it, I'd gladly take care of the fucker for her, no one else needed to know about it. Now might not be the right time to talk to her about that.
"What do you need, sugar? What can I do?" I asked.
"Nothing. I'm just so embarrassed," she said, shaking her head but keeping it in my chest.
"Don't be. Like I said, between me and you. And you don't need to be embarrassed about anything in front of me. God knows I've seen my fair share of shit and done stupid shit and seen messed up shit. Don't think on it. I'm not judging you but hey, look at me," I said, bringing my hand up and easing her chin up until I could see her face. "I'm not that piece of shit, all right? I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to do anything unless you want it. You don't have to be scared with me, okay?"
Her eyes darted away but she gave me a small nod before hiding in the crook of my neck. I held her closely, until her shaking finally stopped.
"Ryker?" She said it so quietly I could barely hear her. Her head lifted off my chest and she looked at me nervously.
"What is it?" I asked, frowning.
"Would you... Would you stay with me?" She asked, biting down on her lip.
Shit. That was against the rules. Against the rules I'd been following for years to make sure no girl I fucked got too attached. Except Scarlett wasn't some random girl. I couldn't leave her like this in good conscience. Son of a bitch.
"Sure, baby," I said, sitting back further on the bed, adjusting and laying back so she laid on top of me.
She shifted slightly, so one leg was off and the other draped over my hips. Her head stayed in my chest, her hand settling there as well. I wrapped my arms around her and she relaxed into me.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Any time, sugar."
The words left my mouth and I couldn't believe I'd said them. This couldn't be an any time offer. She couldn't depend on me like this. She needed a therapist and something else but it wasn't me. I could never be something a girl like this needed. I didn't fuck girls more than a couple times. I didn't see them. I definitely didn't cuddle with or hold them. I hated that shit. It wasn't for me.
Yet, her head in my chest was causing a strange feeling in me. Her ponytail spread out behind her, over my shoulders and neck. Her body was soft against mine and I felt an insane protectiveness over her. Anytime I got roped into cuddling before I made the rules, it was always uncomfortable and I normally waited until they were asleep to sneak out.
But with her, I was comfortable and as I laid there, feeling her breathing, holding her against me, I found myself falling asleep.
A/N:
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