Page 53 of Running Risk

CLAYTON: EPILOGUE

“Ry, are you sure we’re mixing this right?

” I yell through the open garage door into the kitchen, where Rylee can’t stop staring at her almost finished kitchen.

The only thing left are the countertops, and I swear, they’re going to be the bane of my existence.

Avery smirks as I add more water to the concrete mixture before turning on the drill again to mix it in the bucket.

Avery peers into the bucket. “I’d make pancakes out of that.”

I send him a glare. “Shut up.”

“What?” He shrugs. “She said it had to be that consistency.”

“I leave you two for five minutes, and you can’t handle the job I gave you without supervision?” Rylee walks into the garage with her hands on her hips. “When we start pouring, we’ll need to do all of the bags fast. There’s no time for you two to argue.”

I hand the drill to Avery and walk toward Rylee. Grabbing her by the back of the neck, I kiss her hard and all-consuming before breaking away. “Love it when you’re bossy,” I whisper in her ear, and her face flushes.

She clears her throat. “Just bring that bucket inside when you’re done, so you can mix the next, and I can start leveling it in the concrete forms on the cabinets.

” She turns, walking back inside, and I give her a swift spank on the butt.

She sends a glare over her shoulder as she continues walking.

“Alright. There’s no way it’s getting more pancake batter than this.” Avery removes the drill mixing attachment, placing it in a spare bucket.

I take it inside and pour it toward a corner where Rylee wants to start, and take the bucket back to start mixing another batch.

The entire kitchen’s counters take us all day to get right. We got all the air bubbles out by tapping the sides and also by pressing a sander on the outer forms to vibrate the bubbles to the top. We make sure the tops are completely smooth, and now, we wait.

Rylee sighs, looking at the next step in her kitchen remodel finished.

She chose to make them white, and I know it’s going to look amazing with her wooden cabinets and brick floors.

She’s still installing all the open shelving on the walls, and I can’t help but be proud of everything she’s accomplished.

I wrap my arms around her, kissing her temple. “Looks amazing, Ry.”

She smiles, leaning back into my arms. “It does.”

Avery looks at his phone and says, “Trish wants to go to Jimmy’s. Want to meet us there?”

I nod, and he leaves, allowing us to be alone. She turns in my arms, looking up at me. Her hand comes up and rubs my scarred eyebrow like she usually does. I know she doesn’t like the constant reminder of what happened to me and our time apart, but I also see how proud she is of me.

I kiss her gently. “You want to get cleaned up before we go?”

She looks at me like she’s offended I had to ask, and I chuckle. “There’s no way I’m going out with all this concrete dust all over me and in my hair. ”

I scan her. “I don’t think you’ve ever looked better.”

A smile spreads across her lips. “Liar.” She shoves me and walks into her bedroom as I follow closely behind.

She goes right toward her dresser, grabbing clothes as I head into the bathroom, and turn on the shower.

Stripping off my clothes, I stand under the stream of hot water.

Showers always feel amazing after a long, hard day of working, and Rylee’s a workhorse when it comes to her projects.

Grabbing her shampoo, I scrub my scalp, then wash my body, making sure to get all the dust off, and I stand under the water again to rinse.

Her hands trail around my body to my stomach, and I move to look at her.

She stands there perfectly naked with her hair a mess from being in a ponytail all day, but she’s as gorgeous as ever.

I could never get enough of looking at her.

Her vibrant blue eyes are above her full lips that beg to be kissed.

God, the swells of her breasts rise and fall, and my hands ache to feel them.

Her curved hips connected to her perfectly toned legs.

I’ve never been more turned on by a woman than I am when I’m in the same room as her.

Wrapping my arms around her, I bring my lips to hers and kiss her.

She opens her mouth immediately deepening the kiss, and I have to fight back a groan, feeling her naked body pressed against mine.

It’s like the world could keep spinning, but I’d be happy staying here in her arms while the rest of the world kept going.

I suck her tongue into my mouth, and a moan comes from her throat.

My dick’s already hard against her stomach, and she breaks the kiss, pushing my shoulders before my back hits the tile wall.

Her eyes never leave mine as she gets down on her knees.

I almost come at the sight of her kneeling in front of me with my cock right next to her mouth.

She palms me, and I hiss, pressing my head against the tile harder.

Her eyes still pierce me as she licks her lips before taking me into her perfect mouth.

The feeling is incredible as her tongue swirls on the bottom of my shaft.

Slowly bringing me out of her mouth, she licks the tip before opening her wet lips, bringing me back in deeper.

I send out a few curses because feeling the back of her throat forces me to focus, so I don’t come.

She grabs my balls, and I pinch my eyes closed and groan.

“Fuck. I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.

” My breathing is heavy as I watch her take me in and out of her mouth.

I go to pull away, but she grabs my ass, forcing me to hit the back of her throat again, and I can’t stop the orgasm.

I spill my cum into her mouth. I breathe heavier, trying my best to stay standing as she gets to her feet and swallows. This woman always takes my breath away.

I shut off the water and pick her up, not caring how much water gets all over the floor as I walk into her room and toss her on the bed. She squeals.

I take in her sexy body, wanting to make her feel just as good. “You want your toy?” I ask, standing at the edge of the bed as she looks at me through her eyelashes. Her wet hair splayed out around her.

She nods, and that’s the only signal I need.

I open her nightstand drawer and pull out her vibrator.

She grabs it from my hands, claiming I can never keep it in the same spot long enough.

I lay next to her as she turns it on, placing it directly on her clit.

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth as she looks at me, and I kiss her.

I want to make her lose control like she just had me doing.

I lean over as her gasps become more frequent and bring her nipple into my mouth.

I lick slowly across the peak, and her eyes watch every second.

She writhes next to me, feeling the vibration along with my mouth devouring her breast. Her moans get louder, and I reach my hand around and thrust two fingers into her wet folds, and she jerks.

She moans loudly, and my dick jumps in response.

She’s getting close, and it’s sexy as hell.

Licking and sucking in time with my fingers thrusting inside her was the final push she needed for her orgasm to wash over her.

She gasps as each wave crashes over her.

I don’t stop sucking and licking until she turns off her vibrator and leans against me.

I put an arm around her, kissing her head and enjoying the feeling of having her in my arms. There’s something about watching and helping her lose control that I’ll never get enough of.

I could fall asleep just like this, but she slaps my stomach.

“My bed is soaked.”

I smile. “Worth it.”

She gets up and turns the shower back on as I get up and put on the change of clothes I brought that morning.

Minutes later, she comes out, wrapped in a towel.

I grab her by the hips and sit on the edge of the bed, bringing her between my legs.

She continues towel-drying her long hair.

I could watch her like this all the time, having her do her normal routine with my hands on her.

As we get in my truck headed for Jimmy’s, she puts her feet on my dash, and I reach for her hand and bring it to my mouth.

She looks at me with the most content features, and I know I could do this simple life in our small town forever with her.

Coming home each day to the house destroyed by her hand, only to watch and help her rebuild it.

It’s a dream that I can’t wait to start living.