Page 38 of Desperate Pucker (Denver Bashers #6)

Maddy

Iwake up cuddled in Ryker’s arms. I smile to myself, feeling so warm and cozy.

The room is still dark. I lean up to grab my phone from the nightstand, but Ryker’s arms tighten around me, hugging me against his chest.

My tummy does a somersault. He’s not even awake and wants me close to him.

For a second, I settle back into his embrace. This is one of my favorite things in the world, waking up and feeling completely content because of who you’re next to.

That fluttery feeling in my stomach drifts up my chest, all the way to my heart.

When I was with Sergei, we didn’t wake up like this. I liked cuddling, but we never fell asleep that way. He always stuck to his side of the bed, and I always stuck to mine.

And when I woke up next to him, I never felt the way I do now. So content and comfortable.

That fluttery feeling burrows deeper inside of me. It feels a lot like joy. I’ve never had a friends-with-benefits situation before, so I’m not sure what it’s supposed to feel like…but I wonder if it’s supposed to feel like this—better than when I was in a relationship.

Ryker stirs and mumbles something I can’t understand.

A second later, he stirs again. “Spaghetti sounds good to me.” His voice is rough and sleepy.

I hold back a laugh.

“Softer. Not too fuzzy though,” he mumbles.

Oh my gosh. This gruff and burly hockey player talks in his sleep, and it is so damn cute.

His breathing turns heavy and even, signaling he’s back in a deep sleep.

By now, my bladder is screaming at me, so I scoot out from under his massive arm and slide out of bed. I tap my phone screen and see that it’s just after seven in the morning.

I quietly pad to the bathroom, pee, wash my hands, and turn on the shower. While I’m waiting for the water to warm up, I catch a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror.

I study my figure, how it’s changed since I was a professional figure skater. I’m still fit. I can still see definition in my arms and stomach and legs. I’m softer now, though.

I take in the curve of my hips, turning to the side so I can see my ass. It’s a little bigger than it was. I’ve definitely gained a handful of pounds because I’m not starving myself or working out eight to ten hours a day like I used to.

In the past, when I noticed I had gained weight, I’d feel instant anxiety. My brain would run through a panic spiral, and I’d go into fix-it mode. I’d plan out extra workouts and think of all the food I’d cut out.

But the anxiety never comes. Instead, I feel happy. I smile at my reflection. I like the way I look. I’m a little softer. I have actual curves now. But I’m still strong. I can still skate well.

I think back to how Ryker goes wild for my body. I think about how he cooks for me, how he wants me to eat until I’m satisfied. I think about how he never, ever says anything critical about the way I look. I think about how hard he gets just looking at me.

I step into the shower and stand under the spray. The bathroom door creaks open. I look up and see Ryker walk in. His hair is messy from sleep, and his eyes are puffy. He scrubs a hand along the side of his face, eyeing my body. His sleepy gaze turns fiery.

“Morning,” he growls.

“Morning.”

He opens the sliding glass door and steps behind me. He rests his hands on my waist and pulls me against him, his hard dick bumping against my ass.

He drops a soft kiss to my shoulder and runs his thumb along the base of my spine. I shiver at how divine it feels.

“How’d you sleep?” I ask.

“Good. You?”

“I slept well too.”

He drags his mouth along the slope of my shoulder, all the way up the side of my neck. The soft heat of his tongue combined with the scratch of his beard sends goosebumps all over my body.

“Do you know you talk in your sleep?” I ask, my tone breathless.

His mouth stretches across my skin in a smile. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. It was cute.”

I sink into him. It’s like we’ve done this a million times before. His touch is so confident and sure, and my body responds instantly. I’m comfortable and aroused, my body tight and aching with need.

My breathing kicks up, and I start to feel dizzy. He spins me around to face him.

“Do you want—”

He crashes his mouth against mine, cutting me off. I tug a hand through his wet hair, pulling hard as his tongue gets filthier and filthier.

He drags his mouth along the hinge of my jaw, kissing and nipping at the side of my neck.

“Not much of a talker in the morning?” I ask.

He looks at me and shakes his head. I bite back a smile until he drops his hand between my legs. When he presses his palm against my clit, I gasp.

He backs me against the shower wall. Heat pools between my legs as he gently teases his fingers over my clit. This is what he does with his tongue when he goes down on me—soft, steady pressure.

My breathing kicks up. “You don’t wanna make small talk with me?” I tease.

A wicked half-smile appears on his ruggedly handsome face. “You can talk. Tell me if you want it faster, harder, slower.”

My eyes roll back at the roughness of his voice. I grip my hand around his wrist. “A little faster.”

“What’s the magic word?”

I look up at him, my entire body trembling. “Please…”

He works his fingers faster. Pleasure flashes through me like hot flames. A minute later, I break.

I come with a scream. It bounces off the shower walls, echoing in my ears. My legs give out completely, but Ryker’s free hand grips my waist, holding me up easily.

When I start to come down, he sinks to his knees, slides his thick fingers into my pussy, and softly flicks his tongue over my clit.

My jaw unhinges. “Oh god oh god oh god…”

I prop one leg on his massive, sculpted shoulder and grip my hand through his hair. Heat pools between my legs. My clit is so sensitive that I know it’s not going to take long for me to come, especially with his fingers buried in my pussy, making me feel so full.

“Scream my name when you come, princess.” Ryker’s growled command makes my head spin. As if I wasn’t aroused enough already. When he’s bossy like this, it turns me on like crazy.

A dozen seconds later, I come screaming his name. I’m so loud, my throat aches. My voice is going to be hoarse from this, I just know it.

The pleasure pummels me, like out-of-control waves crashing against a shoreline. My entire body thrashes between the shower wall and Ryker. My brain shatters into a million pieces. I can’t see straight.

I’m not sure how long it is before I start to come down, but when I can see again, Ryker is standing, a smug grin on his face.

“You good?” he asks.

I let out a drunk-sounding laugh. “So good.”

He starts to reach for the bar of soap on the ledge of the wall, but I catch his arm in my hands.

“Your turn.” I wrap my hand around his rock-hard dick and jerk him slowly.

His head falls back as he plants a hand against the shower wall, right next to my head.

I press a soft kiss to his chest, then gently bite him. He growls. I kiss the hinge of his jaw, then his mouth. He kisses me hard, like he can barely take how good it feels for me to work him in my hand.

His breaths are getting more ragged by the second.

I lean back and look at him. “How close are you?”

His eyes are hazy with arousal as he stares at me. “Really fucking close.”

I glance down at his cock, at the precum leaking from the head. Then I look back up at him and smile. “Come anywhere you want.”

There’s a flash of something feral in his bourbon eyes. He lets out a breathy, rough sound.

“Holy hell, princess. If that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” His throat bobs as he swallows. “Can I come on your tits?”

I nod, giddy at how much he likes finishing on my chest. I lower to my knees in front of him. He takes over jerking himself, and a second later, he comes all over my breasts. Hot come splashes over my skin as he groans above me.

He mutters a string of curse words before he trails off, panting hard. I gaze up at him and run my tongue along my bottom lip. Water splashes around me. I feel like a goddess getting him to lose his composure like that.

Ryker blinks, and his gaze focuses as he stares down at me. He shakes his head, like he’s in disbelief. “You’re unreal.”

I grin, over the moon at how much he likes me like this. He reaches down and helps me up, then kisses me.

“You are so fucking gorgeous with my come on your tits,” he grits out. I moan.

“Hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he mutters before kissing me again. Then he grabs the soap, lathers up, and washes me.

We both get cleaned up and step out of the shower. Ryker wraps me in a towel before he goes to dry himself off. Tingles flash through my tummy at how attentive he is. How much he dotes on me. How he goes out of his way to prioritize my pleasure, my wants, my needs.

I think about how I couldn’t stand him when we met. And now he’s the guy who makes my heart beat faster. He’s the guy who makes me hot all over.

He cradles my face in my hand. “You okay?” he asks.

I smile and try not to think about how my friend with benefits gives me more butterflies than my ex-boyfriend ever did.

“Yeah, just hungry for breakfast,” I say.

“Then let’s get you fed, princess.”