Page 11 of Longing for More
I felt my cock twitch and harden in my slacks, though attempted to maintain my composure.
We panted as we stared at each other, dazed.
I had to get through this first part.
Truth be told, if I didn’t have a goal in mind for the night, I probably would have fucked her right against the door, too. And the truck. Probably the wall to our bedroom before I even got her in bed, if we were being honest with ourselves. I would have let the neighbors hear how loud she moaned for me—how greedy she secretly was—and I wouldn’t have batted an eye over it.
She took a deep breath, blushing as her gaze settled behind me and on Lucas, though it didn’t stop me as I continued peppering kisses down the side of her throat. The blush on her face paired well with the lipstick on her mouth, and even better with the Santa hat that still rested on her head.
And frankly, I wasn’t ready to give her away, just yet.
Looking back for a second, I rolled my eyes at the asshole who only stared at us, smirking.
False bravado for a man who was holding the steering wheel, shaking.
“So, uh,” Aspen started, breathy, when I returned all of my attention back to her. “Erm—hi.”
I chuckled. “Hi, baby girl.”
“You should behave, you know. We have company.”
I groaned. Normally, in any other scenario, I probably would have. I would have never disrespected her in such an erotic, cruel way. But at the moment, I couldn’t have cared less. And I doubted he did, either. “He’ll be alright.”
She gasped as I began sucking on her neck lightly, and I felt as her legs shifted closer together.
I knew my girl. I knew what she liked. I knew all of her sweet spots. And fuck, if I wasn’t going to undo her before the night had even begun.
She panted, staring at Lucas with confusion. “Ryder, baby. You gotta stop.”
“Shhhh,” I muttered against her, releasing the small amount of skin on her neck. A deep sense of satisfaction hit me at seeing her marked up for me. She always looked so pretty with my bruises on her skin, and she moaned even prettier when I made them. “I said, he’ll be alright.”
“Wha—what is going on right now?” she panted as I moved lower down her neck, licking and sucking lighter now. She was already starting to smell like sex to me, and fuck if it wasn’t the most delicious thing.
Lucas cleared his throat once again. I knew we had to break the tension in the room somehow. Taking a deep breath and craning my neck towards him, I muttered, “Wanna go pour us all some shots?”
He nodded before walking away. “You got it.”
Aspen looked at me with utmost confusion as I leaned over her again on the door frame, though this time, focusing on the strands of her hair flowing from under the hat, rather than marking up her pretty flesh. She broke the tension herself. “What did you mean by what you said when you were Santa? What’s happening?”
I forced a smile on my face and rubbed a hand over the stubble that had grown since returning home. “You want a baby? Maybe even a couple of babies. Yeah?”
She blinked. The change in topic from the atmosphere was a lot for her, I figured. Paired with the drinks she had consumed at the event and the way we always seemed to get drunk off eachother, I watched as she processed the information slower than usual. “I mean—yeah. Yeah, of course. You know that. But we can’t. And, plus, isn’t this a conversation for when Lucas isn’t in the next room?”
Moving my hand away from my facial hair, I moved forward and cupped her cheek. Her eyes melted as she stared up at me, nuzzling into my hand. “You know I would do anything for you, right?”
“Ryder, what is going on?” she asked softly, vulnerability poking through.
I decided to rip the Band-Aid off, right as Lucas was walking back into the room, carrying three shot glasses of clear liquor. “I want to share you with Lucas tonight. And him…give us that chance.”
The room fell dead silent. Enough so, I could have sworn I heard a neighbor slamming their car door from houses down.
I watched as her gaze settled on Lucas behind me, her eyebrows pinched closer together. A nervous laugh shook her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I heard you right. You want to?—”
Lucas interrupted her, firm and heavy. “Share you with me.”
Her mouth snapped shut. I watched as her eyes bounced back and forth between the two of us, bewildered. The room felt unbelievably heavy—enough so that my dress uniform grew itchy against my skin—but I didn’t move an inch away from her.
“You’re joking,” she deadpanned. “This is a joke.”