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Rye

What the fuck am I doing.

I'm just supposed to be making sure that Bee is okay. Making sure that she's on her feet and able to function.

I shouldn't have agreed to let her work at the bar. In fact, the second she came into the bar looking for something to do I should've sent her on her way.

Everything in me is telling me it's a bad idea to get involved with her, but my need for her is getting way out of control. It's like I'm fucking obsessed.

I try to shake off the thought as I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the chair by the bed. The sheets are pulled back, the lamp still on, casting a warm glow over the room. I rub a hand down my face, exhausted but wired at the same time. Then I hear it, the rustle of fabric behind me.

I glance over my shoulder just in time to see Bee, half-naked, standing in the middle of my room, pulling her shirt over her head.

My stomach tightens.

She’s in nothing but her bra and underwear, her skin soft and smooth under the golden light. My breath gets stuck somewhere between my chest and my throat, and before I can stop myself, I groan, low and deep, more animal than man.

Bee pauses, looking at me like she wasn’t expecting a reaction. Like she’s completely oblivious to what she does to me.

“Jesus, Bee,” I mutter, dragging a hand through my hair. I need to look away, I should look away, but I don’t. I can’t.

She smirks, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. “What?”

I shake my head, turning my back to her as I exhale slowly through my nose. "Nothing. Just… hurry up and get in bed."

It takes everything in me to keep my eyes forward as I hear her slip under the covers. I follow after her, sinking into the mattress, rolling to my side like we always do. The same routine we’ve fallen into since she’s been here. Space between us. No touching.

But tonight feels different.

Tonight, I can feel the heat of her body like a flame licking at my skin. I can hear the unsteady rhythm of her breath, faster than usual. It takes every ounce of willpower not to reach for her, but I’m losing the battle fast.

She shifts, just slightly. Not away from me, but toward me.

Fuck it.

I exhale sharply and close the distance, letting my arm drape around her waist, pulling her back against me. Her body molds against mine, and I can’t help but let my fingers ghost up the curve of her hip. Slow. Measured. Just enough to feel her shiver beneath my touch.

I fight to keep things from going too far. From turning into something neither of us are ready for. But the tension is thick, suffocating. My heart is hammering. Her breathing is uneven. I can feel the way she trembles against me.

Then, she tilts her head up, her lips just shy of my jaw, and whispers, “Am I wrong?”

I swallow hard. “What?”

Bee shifts again, this time turning in my arms just enough to look up at me. Her eyes search mine, dark and full of something I can’t ignore.

“Am I the only one this is affecting?”

Fuck.

I cup the side of her face without thinking, my thumb grazing her cheekbone. “No, Bee,” I murmur, my voice rough. “You’re not the only one.”

"Then why are you fighting me so hard?" She turns and gently lifts her leg so it's draped over my thigh. My hands go down to her leg and I squeeze gently.

I've always been self-conscious of my size. I'm a big man and Bee is nothing but a slip of a woman. If I'm too rough, I could hurt her. I don't think I'd ever be able to forgive myself if I did anything to hurt her.

"We shouldn't..." I pull her face closer to mine. She's right there... I let my mouth just barely graze over hers.

Damn, I want this woman. So fucking bad.

"I think we should." Slowly, she snakes the tip of her tongue out and traces my bottom lip.

If I had any will power left, it just flew out the window.

I slam my lips against hers, she squeals in surprised before she melts into me. Her leg tightening on my thigh pulling me closer while she opens her mouth to accept me more

The fire burning between us is so great that I have to pull back just because it feels like it might consume me. I want this to last.

It's not what I expected, but I'm more than ready for her.

"Are you fucking sure, Bee." It just occurred to me that I don't think Bee is her real name. If I'm going to be inside of her, I want to know who she is. I need to know what name is going to be scribbled on my heart when it breaks to pieces after this is all over.

"I'm sure." She breathes and tries to pull me back down on her, but I hold back.

"What's your name, Bee? You're real name." I look down into her beautiful eyes and see the vulnerability there. It's clear this isn't information that she tells most people.

She closes up a little, the shyness I've never known her to have taking over. "Tati."

Fuck me. How is a name even sexy.

"We stop when you want to stop, Tati. You understand."

"Then don't stop."

This time, when she pulls me down, I let her. My mouth collides with her and I don't hold back. Our lips and tongue swirl and swipe against each other. Her leg hitches up higher on my hip and I press myself down on her. My cock is nestled perfectly right between her legs and I can feel the heat coming off her. I rock myself against her, slow at first, but the intensity of her hands all over my body makes it impossible for me to keep that pace.

I'm moving so fast that if I don't stop, I'm going to blow my load before we even get started.

"Mmm, Rye. That feels so good." She lets her head fall back, and I instantly go for her neck.

She gasps when I kiss and suck on the sensitive skin there. I want to hear more of those sounds. Hell, I want to hear them for the rest of my life.

Quickly, I push that thought out of my head. It's typical of me to start planning my future when all I'm guaranteed is a good night. It's the main reason I rarely give in and have sex. The women I usually end up with tend not to do well with long term commitments. It's always just me and my wishful thinking that's thinking of what I can have in the future.

Pulling myself back just slightly to remove the pressure, I let my hands slide down her body.

"No, come back." She tries to pull me back until she realizes what I'm doing.

I yank her panties to the side and slowly begin to massage her wet, tight pussy. She's so fucking small. I'm nearly too excited to get inside of her. I need to make sure she's ready for me. Open, stretched.

"Oh, Rye... yes, don't stop." Tati moans and her hips rock back and forth on my fingers.

I can tell that she's not just doing this for my enjoyment. She's enjoying this. If she likes it, there's no way I'm going to stop.

"No way." I groan and get as close to her as I can without pressing my cock against her. I need to calm down a little before I slide into her.

I start off slow, plunging one finger deep inside of her moving back and forth making sure to pay attention to her clit. When I think she's used to the one finger, I double up to two. I keep this going until she's absolutely full with three of my fingers, and she's already come at least one time.

"Rye! Fuck!" She screams and grabs hold of my wrist.

She's right on the edge of another climax, and I'm nearly as desperate as she is to get her there. I suck my breath in, only wanting to hear her noises. Everything around me goes silent for a second, that is, until I hear the one sound I don't expect.

Breaking glass.

"What's that?" Bee jerks up in the bed and slides back, so I'm no longer knuckles deep inside of her.

She heard it too. I turn my head in the direction, trying to figure out if it's coming from inside the house or not. It sounds far away, but not far enough away that I don't have to be concerned about it. I hear another loud breaking glass, and it's only then that I realize where it's coming from.

The bar.

"Fuck! Stay here!" I order her and quickly jump out of the bed and slide some clothes on. I don't even bother with shoes.

I barge out of the house and quickly run down the stairs that lead to Rye and Barley.

I get down there just in time to see three men jump into a car and speed off into the night. I've seen the car before. It's Evan.

He's come back.

This time he didn't just leave, this time he destroyed my place before he did.