I grab another bottled water for Riley and a beer I see hiding behind the milk for me. Might as well. I’m going to need it. When I turn to head back outside, the slider opens and Riley steps through it.
She closes the glass door and stares at me from where she’s standing on the other side of the counter, telling me she’s sorry with her eyes and her frowning lips, but she’s saying something else too. I know that look. Goddamn, I know it. That heat in her eyes, blue flames burning `cause she needs me and doesn’t care where we’re at right now or who could possibly catch us.
Her chest starts heaving.
Mine goes fucking tight.
Riley doesn’t say a word before she starts moving. She takes off down the hallway, sneakers smacking against the wood, and as soon as I set the bottles down on the counter, I’m following close behind. I don’t even look to see if anyone’s coming in the house. I don’t care.
We climb the stairs. I don’t know where the fuck she’s taking us. I’ve never been up here. I’m letting Riley lead.
She stops at the first door she comes to when she’s finished climbing, puts her hand on the knob and glances back at me—for encouragement, for me to stop her, I don’t know. If Riley’s expecting me to be the one to have sense in this situation, she’s shit out of luck. I want her. All the time and right now, so fucking bad. I’ll take her right here if she doesn’t get us somewhere private.
Reading that on my face or deciding for herself, Riley twists the knob and steps inside.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers when I grab her face and kiss her hard. I kick the door closed and slam her against it. She gasps and moans, purring deep in her throat. Her leg curls around the back of my thigh. “CJ . . .”
“I don’t want him touching you,” I growl. Riley starts whimpering I know I know I know. She’s breathless. “I don’t want him looking at you, thinking he has a chance. Thinking you’re fucking his to take.” I shove my tongue inside her mouth, slant her head with my hand and kiss her deeper. “I can’t sit there anymore and act like I don’t give a shit. I can’t. You’re mine, Riley. You’re fucking mine. He needs to know that. I want him knowing, you hear me?”
“Yes . . . yes,” she pants.
My other hand works frantically between us while Riley kisses the shit out of me—sucking on my tongue, my lips. Biting. Licking. Acting like she’s never been this turned on before and just hearing me say she’s mine is getting her there. I undo my shorts and free my cock. Her hand slides down my stomach and wraps around me, squeezing hard. We both groan.
“Fuck.”
“CJ . . .”
“Are we doing this?” I ask while I pop the button on her shorts, while I shove them down her legs and pull them past her Chucks. I don’t give her time to answer and she doesn’t ask for it. Riley jumps up, hitches her legs around my hips, grabs hold of my neck with one hand and pulls her panties to the side with the other, slanting her pelvis to take me.
“Yes,” she whispers, nodding quickly. “Please, do it. Please now please . . .”
I stare at her begging lips and those big blue eyes and fuck, I can smell her. How wet she is. How much she’s wanting me. Wanting this to happen, right here and now, where anyone can find us.
I forget about consequences—getting caught. Reed finding out. This shit exploding in our faces. I forget about the condom I have inside my wallet or the fact that we haven’t even bothered to lock the door. I only feel—Riley’s nails digging into my neck and her legs tightening, drawing me closer. The precum beading up on my dick. I don’t think. I don’t fight this.
I grip her ass, hoist her up higher on the door and push in, groaning as her tight walls grip me.
“I’m bare,” I tell her, kissing her hard. Growling. Jesus fucking Christ. “Fuck, Riley, if you don’t want this . . .”
She moans when I bottom out, loud enough I have to cover her mouth with my hand to keep anyone else from hearing her.
“Baby.” I lean back to get my answer. I need to know . . .
Eyes wide, she looks at me, nodding frantically while her breaths burst hot against my palm. “Please,” she mumbles. “I want this with you. Fuck me, Cannon.”
Pure adrenaline slams into me. My name, goddamn, when she says it . . . If there was anything stopping me from continuing on with this, one shred of sanity or clear thinking, that shit just went right out the window.
I cup her ass harder and drop my head beside hers, keeping my hand on her mouth. “I want to be all over you, darlin’,” I say, sliding my cock through her pussy, in and out. Tiny thrusts that drive her wild. She gasps in tempo. “I want you fucking smelling like me when you go back outside. He wants to lean close to you, I want him knowing I’ve been here.”
Riley whimpers against my hand.
I thrust up harder, steadily pounding into her. Her pussy is so wet I can hear it and feel it dripping onto my balls. “I want everyone knowing what we were doing,” I rasp, pressing my lips to her cheek. “What we have. What you’re giving me. `Cause you’re giving it, baby, aren’t you? You’re giving me this sweet pussy to come in.”
“Yes,” she moans, eyes pinching shut. Nostrils flaring with her breaths.
Heat spreads underneath my ribcage. Hearing Riley tell me she wants me to fill her with my cum, Jesus, I’ve never . . . I can’t hold back.
Muscles flexing, I buck into her like a wild animal, slamming her ass and the back of my hand against the door. Thwap. Thwap. Thwap. I’m grunting. Sweat beads up on my brow. My face is buried in her neck and I’m telling Riley how good she feels, how much I want her. Need her. “So much, baby. So fucking much.” And she’s crying out and whimpering and panting against my palm. Her heels digging into the back of my thighs and her nails cutting deeper, deeper, deeper. So deep.
“Fuck,” I pant. My legs burning. “Riley, I need to come . . .”
She moans and starts tightening around me, as if she was waiting this whole time, waiting for me. Her eyes roll closed. Her pleasure moves through her. I feel her lips open against my palm and then . . .
The doorknob rattles and something pushes against it, but with our weight pressing in, it won’t open.
“Hey,” a little voice mutters.
Nolan.
I lift my head and turn it, gaging the room we’re in for the first time since we stepped inside. Dragon posters cover the wall. There’s toys on the nightstand. A twin-sized bed . . .
Jesus Christ. We’re in his fucking bedroom.
Riley squeaks as her body tightens up. Her eyes flash open and meet mine in panic but she’s coming, she can’t stop it. Nolan’s calling out for Mia and rattling the knob and Riley’s crying out against my hand, saying my name and soaking my dick.
I gasp and slam her body against the door. Pleasure grips onto me like a vise, and I thrust two, three times before I’m groaning into Riley’s neck and coming deep inside her.
We’re both panting, her against my palm and me into the soft skin of her shoulder. Chests heaving and hearts racing and mine, fuck, mine holding so much love for this girl. More than I’ve ever felt. More than it’s held for anyone.