Page 37 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I

TWENTY-SIX

RYKER

“Where are we, Ryker?” Francesca asks, a furrow between her brow as she wanders through the five-bedroom, two-and-a-half-bath, ranch-style house on the outskirts of Silver Spoon Falls. It’s empty now, but it won’t be for long. At least, I’m hoping it won’t.

“We’re home, sunshine,” I murmur, leaning back against the wall in the primary bedroom.

Large double doors let out onto the back porch, and there’s a small pond in the distance.

Francesca is in love with the view. I can already tell.

She keeps drifting back to it. “At least, we are if you agree to move in here with me.”

She spins to face me, her mouth open in a little “O” of surprise. “But you’re going back to DC in two days! Your job!”

I push away from the wall, strolling toward her.

Once I’m close enough, I reach out, pulling her into my arms where she belongs.

“I am going back to DC in two days,” I agree, brushing my lips across her crown.

“But I’m not going back to stay. I didn’t come to Silver Spoon Falls to visit, sunshine. I’m moving here. Permanently.”

“You’re moving?”

“I am.”

We haven’t talked much about what happens after I leave. I’ve been putting it off until I had everything in order so I’d have answers for her, but I know it’s been weighing on her.

The last week has flown by. We’ve spent every possible moment together. As soon as she gets off work or gets done with her classes, she’s racing up to my room. I meet her at the door. I usually have her naked and pressed against it in a matter of minutes.

We’ve gone out a few times with Razor and Adalynn, or to see Jules and Dillon.

We even went to dinner with Amelia once.

But mostly, I spend every single minute wrapped up in her.

I’m crazy about her, and I know she feels the same way about me.

But the closer it gets to the end of my trip, the quieter my sunshine grows. It’s driving me fucking nuts.

When I left the morning after we fucked for the first time, it wasn’t for work. It was to deal with someone trying to outbid me on this place. Luckily, I got word last night that they pulled their bid. The house is ours.

First thing this morning, I loaded Francesca up and drove her out here to see it. She should have a say in where she’ll be spending the next sixty years. I want her happy. If this place doesn’t make her happy, I’ll find somewhere else. Whatever she wants.

She’s struggled long enough in life. She won’t be doing that shit anymore.

It’s time for her to rest easy knowing I’ve got her.

She won’t have to worry about what she can afford or what the future will look like for her or her mother anymore.

I may not be as well off as my brother, but investing in his career paid off, and I’ve been stockpiling my yearly salary for, well, years. I’m not hurting for cash.

“Ryker,” she whispers, tears welling in her eyes as she stares at me in awe. “You’re really moving here? You aren’t just telling me that?”

“I told you that you’re mine, sunshine,” I growl, cupping her cheeks to brush away her tears.

“I didn’t mean for a little while. I meant permanently.

You’re mine. Your perfect ass is mine. That tight little cunt is mine.

That smart fucking mouth is mine. Your grumpy little attitude is mine.

All of that sass is mine. You. Are. Mine. ”

“Fine, then I guess I’ll let you be mine, too,” she says, sassing me because she just can’t help it.

Even when she’s crying, she’s got a smart mouth and fire in her soul.

“I suppose your annoying bossiness is mine. And your dirty mouth. And your obsession with stupid locks. And your spanking kink. And that thing you do with your tongue that–”

I cut her off by kissing the shit out of her.

Her laughter turns to a moan as I lick into her mouth to steal her breath.

By the time I let her up for air, she’s trying to climb my body, as horny as ever.

My girl is insatiable. Unfortunately for her, she’s going to have to wait for the spanking she’s itching for.

I slow the kiss and then run my lips across her cheek to her ear. “I love you, sunshine,” I whisper. “But we’re not fucking in here until I sign the paperwork. They have cameras up to keep an eye on the place.”

“Darn it.”

I press my face to her throat, chuckling. We stay just like that for several long moments before she pulls back to stare up at me, her eyes bright with happiness.

“You’re really moving here?”

“I’m really moving,” I confirm, tucking strands of hair behind her ears. “That’s the entire reason I flew out here. I’m fucking tired of DC. The whole city gets on my last goddamn nerve.”

“What about your job? There isn’t much spying to do in Silver Spoon Falls.”

She’d be surprised. There’s always spying to do, especially this close to the border.

“I’m transferring to the Houston office, sunshine.” I’ll be riding a desk, sifting through Intelligence reports. Doing fieldwork while my family is this close isn’t a risk I’m willing to take.

“The CIA has a Houston office?” Her eyes widen.

I chuckle. “They have offices everywhere.”

“Cool,” she whispers.

“I’ve got a month left in DC, and then I’m all yours,” I murmur, laying my forehead against hers. “One month, sunshine. Think you can behave for that long?”

“Uh, no. You’ll be too far away to do anything about my smart mouth, Ryker.” A teasing smile dances at her lips. “I definitely won’t be behaving while you’re gone.”

“Fine.” I quirk a brow, smirking. “But you won’t be sitting down for a week when I get back here with all my shit. And you’ll be lucky if you can walk.”

“Promises, promises.”

“I don’t feel very secure right now, sunshine,” I growl, scowling daggers at her. When I get my hands on her, I’m spanking her ass. And then I’m fucking her into next week.

“Oh, you’re very secure,” she says, smiling brightly. She holds up a small silver key. “There’s no way you’re going anywhere without this little bitty thing.”

I tug on my wrists, confirming her assessment. The little minx handcuffed me to the bed while I was asleep. Now, I’m pissed and hard as a fucking rock because she’s naked and I can’t do anything about it. I don’t even know where she got handcuffs. I bet Dillon gave them to her, the asshole.

“You have five minutes to do whatever you want to do. And then you’re taking these off.”

“Ten minutes,” she says as if this is a negotiation. It’s not.

“Five.”

She sets the key on the nightstand and scurries toward the bed, her tits bouncing with each hurried step. She clambers on, straddling my legs. My dick points toward her like a divining rod.

“Are you ever not hard?” she asks, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip when she sees it. Her eyes grow dark. Good. She won’t last long. She’ll end up working herself up just as bad as she does me.

“Not when you’re around. Four minutes, sunshine.”

She shoots forward on my legs six inches, dragging her wet cunt up my calf. Fuck me, she’s already soaked. How long has she been sneaking around this morning, trying to get me into these handcuffs?

Her hands glide up my thighs, not stopping under her fingertips bump against my balls. I growl her name. And then growl it again when she wraps one small hand around my shaft. She leans forward on my legs, blowing her hot breath across the head of my cock.

“Goddamn,” I snarl, rattling the headboard in an attempt to get my hands on her. I’m going to rip the fucker clean off the bed frame.

“Behave, or I’ll stop,” she says.

“Suck my cock, or I’ll turn your little ass red,” I counter.

“Is that any way to speak to the woman who has the keys to the cuffs, Mr. High and Mighty?” she sasses, smirking at me. Oh, she’s in so much trouble. She wants a spanking. The little minx is practically begging for one.

“Now, sun… shit!” I shout, my hips lifting from the bed when she plunges down on me suddenly, taking me all the way to the back of her throat.

My damn eyes roll back in my head, and my fucking toes curl.

Ah, hell. She’s good at that. Way too good.

I’ve only just started teaching her how I like it, but she’s already mastered it.

My girl learns quick, and she’s merciless.

She flicks her tongue out, running it around the underside of my cock as she bobs up and down on it.

Her triumphant eyes meet mine, watering as she drives me fucking crazy with that hot little mouth.

What she can’t fit, she works with her hand, jacking me off.

As soon as I’m on the edge, she backs off, releasing me from her mouth. The little tease knows exactly what she’s doing.

I pant, staring at her through slit lids. “Two minutes.”

“You’re still counting?” Amusement tips her lips up. “I guess I need to work harder then.”

If she works any harder, I’m not going to survive it.

She licks the head of my cock, fondling my balls. And then her tongue runs down the shaft. I lose my breath when I feel her lips against my sac. She licks and sucks there too, leaving me shouting a string of nonsense into the room.

I shout again when she takes me back into her mouth, sucking me deep. Her cheeks hollow, her face reddening with her efforts. She never takes her eyes off me. She doesn’t let me come, either. She teases me, dragging me right to the edge again… and then releasing me from her mouth with a pop.

“Time’s up,” she says, smirking at me as she reaches for the keys to the cuffs. Her tits hang in my face as she leans over me to unlock them, releasing my arms.

I wait until she’s got them both undone to strike. I don’t give her time to fight me off or even process what I’m doing. I simply attack. One minute, she’s straddling my hips, the next, she’s on her knees beneath me, her round ass in the air.

“Ryker!” she shouts, rocking forward as my hand comes down on her ass in a sharp smack.

“That’s for handcuffing me,” I growl and then smack the other cheek.

My handprint blooms across it, my palm stinging.

“So is that.” I thrust my free hand between her legs, playing with her clit.

Once she’s crying out for relief, I slam into her, not stopping until I’m nine deep.

And then I smack her ass again before soothing it with my palm. “That’s for fucking with me.”

She shouts my name.

I spank her again. “That’s for being so goddamn sexy.” My hand comes down on her ass a final time. “And that’s so you remember who this pussy belongs to while I’m gone, sunshine. Now, fuck me back before I fuck you through this bed.”

She sobs my name as I pound into her, fucking her hard and deep. The bed rattles beneath us, tapping against the headboard. We moan together, both lost in a riptide of pleasure that only grows stronger. I work her hard, racing to get her off before I come.

Within seconds, she’s screaming my name and coming all over me.

I follow her over, groaning her name as I come so fucking hard my damn balls hurt. My heart pounds against my ribcage, tapping out her name in a frenetic rhythm.

“Where’d you get handcuffs?” I demand when I can finally breathe, flipping her over and dragging her back down into the bed beneath me.

“I borrowed them from Dillon.” She snuggles up against my chest. “Well, I borrowed them from Jules, who borrowed them from Dillon.” She laughs quietly. “I don’t think he knows she borrowed them in the first place.”

“Well, he isn’t fucking getting them back,” I mutter. “We’re keeping them.” And by we, I mean me. I’m keeping them. Because she will not be handcuffing me to the bed again, but I will absolutely be cuffing her to the bed whenever the hell I want.

She laughs quietly and then sighs. “I’m going to miss you.”

Fuck.

I drag her on top of me, thrusting my hand into her hair to crane her head back.

Her gorgeous eyes meet mine, sadness lurking in their depths.

I fucking hate that I have to leave her at all.

Had I known I’d fall head over heels in love with her, I never would have planned to go back.

I would have done shit completely differently.

But I can’t go back and change it now.

“I’ll miss you, too, sunshine,” I murmur. “But we can do this. It’s only thirty days. And then you have the rest of your life to drive me crazy with that smart-ass mouth of yours.”

“Fine, but I’m getting a dog while you’re gone.” She thinks about it for a minute. “And maybe some chickens, too.”

“You want chickens?” I smile at her, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip.

“No. But I kind of want to see you chasing chickens all over the place in your ridiculously starched button-downs every day. I think it’ll be a lot of fun for me.”

I growl and roll her beneath me, making her squeal with laughter. “Twenty-eleven.”

“Ryker!” she laughs. “That’s not even a real number!”

“Trust me, sunshine,” I breathe, prowling down her gorgeous body. “You’ve earned every damn one of those spankings so far.”

“Yay for me,” she whispers.