Page 52 of Running Risk

RYLEE: NOW

Getting out of the shower, I wrap a towel around myself, use another to dry my hair, and walk through my bedroom toward the kitchen. “Clay, what time do you need to leave?” I toss my hair over my shoulder as I walk, continuing to use the extra towel to scrunch my hair as I walk past the front door.

“Five minutes ago, but he takes so long to get his hair just right,” a deep voice says from my living room couch.

I spin around, making sure not to drop my towel wrapped around my body. “Avery! What the hell?”

He chuckles as he stretches out to relax. “Now, if I had known I’d been getting this view this morning, I would have rushed over sooner.”

I glare at him, feeling a blush creep up my neck. “Where’s Clay?”

“Oh, he’s not in there with you?” He rubs his chin. “Then what were those lovely moans coming from your bathroom moments ago?”

“Clay?” I yell. I do like Avery, but sometimes he gets under my skin, and after spending all day yesterday finishing the floors in my kitchen and all night with Clayton, I have no tolerance for him and his jokes when I’m running this low on sleep.

Clayton comes in the door from the garage and pauses when he sees me in a towel, and then glares at Avery, who is still scanning me. “Get the fuck out.” He storms toward Avery just as Avery jumps off the couch, holding his hands up.

“Take it easy.” Avery walks backward out the front door, and Clayton slams it in his face.

I cross my arms over my chest and look at him, raising an eyebrow. “And why was he in my house?”

He rubs the back of his neck and takes a deep breath to calm himself before walking closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I let him in because he was going to pick me up today. I only left to go in the garage because there was a loud crash in there.”

“What?” I try to break from his arms, but he holds me in place.

“I let out your intruder on four little legs and a black mask before I came back inside.” He smirks and presses a kiss on my cheek. “How was I supposed to know that you’d walk around in a towel?”

“I’m in my own house, you know?”

His eyes darken as he glances over his shoulder toward my bedroom. “Oh, I know.”

I scoff. “Avery is waiting for your little man's date to go fishing.”

He shrugs and bends down, picking me up and over his shoulder. “He can wait.” He walks toward my room as I squeal, and his hand spanks me firmly on the butt before tossing me on the bed.

“You don’t have time for this.” I laugh.

“Guess we’ll have to be quick.” He raises his scarred eyebrow in challenge, and I slowly open my towel to lay bare before him, and a groan comes from his throat.

He removes his shirt, only briefly taking his eyes off me to pull it over his head.

I can’t help but bite my lower lip as I watch him unbutton and remove his jeans and boxers in one fell swoop.

Getting on his knees on the bed between my legs, he lies on his forearm while his other hand pulls me closer.

His lips are on mine in an instant, and I wrap my legs around him, wanting him much closer.

He pulls away, laying his forehead on mine, and groans.

“Please tell me, you have a condom. I used all I had last night.” His words come out almost painfully, like he wants me just as much as I want him.

I nod, urgently. “Nightstand.”

Reaching over, he grabs one from the box in the drawer, ripping it open with his mouth.

I can’t pry my eyes away as I watch every movement.

His muscles contract above me. His brown eyes get darker with each second he scans my body.

I can’t help but breathe heavier, waiting for him to be inside me.

Memories of having him as more than just friends with benefits come to mind.

But looking back, he didn’t treat me that way; it was only one-sided, but even my side was clouded.

His hand trails down my stomach, and I gasp the moment his fingers trace my entrance. “Already ready for me?”

“Always.” My fingers rake into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging him closer.

I kiss him, pouring my heart into the kiss, and wanting his tongue to explore my mouth.

His fingers continue pumping inside of me, and I gasp through the kiss.

His thumb presses on my clit, and my inner walls clench around his fingers. “I want you,” I plead.

“You have me.” He kisses his way down my neck to my breasts, taking one in his mouth.

“Fuck.” I watch him lick, nip, and suck on each breast, making it harder for me to stay in control.

I need him inside me. I also know someone is outside, and I don’t want to be disturbed.

Clayton seems to be getting greedy with the time he has left because he doesn’t seem to be in any rush.

I grab the hair on the back of his head, making him look at me.

“No, I want you inside me, now ,” I nearly bite out.

The wicked gleam in his eye tells me that he likes it when I’m a little bossy and know what I want.

He pulls out his fingers, and I can’t help but whimper from the loss.

He brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, and I know I won’t get enough of this man anytime soon.

He lines himself up before pressing into me, and I almost see stars.

I’d do just about anything to hear him groan again.

“God, you’re perfect,” he mumbles into the side of my neck.

His thrusts are steady and achingly firm.

Pushing against his chest, he flips us, putting me on top, and he’s leaning against the headboard.

I grind on him as he uses his hands and his mouth to caress and lick my breasts.

I can’t get enough of watching him. It’s like he could do it without ever being bored.

He takes a nipple into his mouth as his hands grip my hips, helping me with the pace.

The friction and feelings are too good, and my orgasm builds.

He doesn’t stop, and I don’t slow. I clench around him, and his breathing gets heavier, more frantic, along with mine.

His fingers dig into me, and I grab the headboard.

“Fuck, Ry.” He tucks my wet hair behind my ear.

“You’re so beautiful.” As he looks at me, he releases his orgasm, and I find mine while watching him.

The intensity in his gaze is far too great.

He lets me ride my orgasm until I’m limp against him.

He kisses my shoulder and holds me close until my breathing returns to normal. “Think we have time to go again?”

I laugh, pushing against his chest and lying on the bed next to him. “You better get going, or he’s going to come inside again.” I give him a look, letting him know that’s not something I want to happen.

A smirk plays on his lips. “I’d like to come inside again.” He wraps his arms around me.

I squeal, pushing him off. “Not right now, you’re not.” I laugh.

He groans as he gets off the bed and disposes of the condom, but before he goes into the bathroom, he leans over and kisses me.

Even after everything we just did, it still makes my heartbeat increase.

I dreamed that we could be this for each other.

I had guesses as to why my relationships never worked, but I couldn’t ever voice them until now.

I’ve been waiting for him. I’ve only ever wanted Clay.

No matter the risk, I would always fall for him.