Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79440 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Ryder moans, and my orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I writhe beneath him, only for him to move at lightning speed and tear my jeans off the rest of the way.
“I thought I could wait, but fuck that. You ready for me, sweets?”
I nod. I will forever be ready for this man for anything and everything he’s willing to give me. With his cock in his fist, he guides himself inside me. “So tight,” he mumbles.
“We have to be fast.”
“You want me to fuck you, sweets?”
“I want this to be fast, so I can get myself together and go back to join your family and pretend it didn’t happen.”
He laughs. “Hold on tight, baby.”
I do as he asks, and he fucks me hard and fast just as I asked him to. He’s relentless with every push of his hips into mine. “Touch yourself, Jordyn. I’m not going to last.”
“Just… come for me.”
“Fuck,” he groans as his body stills and he releases inside me. “That’s not how that’s supposed to go. You go first.”
“I got mine, Ry.” I smile up at him as I run my fingers through his hair.
“Twice. You go twice before me.”
“We’re both walking out of here satisfied. That’s a win, Ryder.”
“I’m far from satisfied, Jordyn. I’ll never have enough of you. Never.”
“Well, that’s going to have to hold you over for now. Now, go shower.”
“Wait for me. I’ll be quick.” He slides out of me and rushes off to the shower. I lie on this bed, smiling up at the ceiling like a fool.
Have I ever been this happy? I don’t think I have. Before I left, I was happy with Ryder, but now, knowing what life is like without him, it’s a different kind of happy. It’s a deep-seated contentment in my soul.
It’s home.
Pulling myself from the bed, I step into the bathroom and clean up. By the time I’m finished, Ryder is out of the shower and drying off. I wait for him to get dressed and together, hand in hand, we head back to his family.
As soon as we reach the living room, everyone starts to clap, and I feel my face flush. “I’m deducting points for speed,” Maverick calls out.
“Told you.” Ryder laughs, kissing my lips. “You good?”
“I’m good.” We head toward the kitchen and make ourselves a plate of the hodge-podge collection of food that everyone brought over.
“You know,” Palmer says, coming to stand next to me, while Ryder gets us something to drink, “that ovation you just received? That means they like you. We all do.” She bumps her shoulder into mine. “He’s missed you, Jordyn. We’re all glad you’re back. We not only get you back, but we get our Ryder back too. Thank you for that.”
“I love him,” I blurt.
She nods. “You wear that love on your sleeve, my friend.” She grins, rubs her pregnant belly, and makes her way back to Brooks, who wraps his arms around her, resting his hand on her bump.
My face hurts from smiling, but that’s a small price to pay for this moment. Life has a funny way of working out. We have a plan, and that plan will stop my mother, and bring me more happiness than I ever could have dreamed of. A normal life surrounded by love.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Ryder
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
“Can I have a hint?”
“Nope. We’re almost there.” I glance over at Jordyn. She’s sitting in the passenger seat of my truck, staring at the front window with a smile on her face. It’s as if the stress of our situation has been lifted from her shoulders. We haven’t made a move against her parents yet, but we have a plan, one we’re all certain will fix the issue.
It’s so damn good to see that smile on her face.
We talked as a family last night, and we’re going to do it next weekend. We’re all going to get together at the Willow Manor, an event venue in Willow River that Kennedy helps her grandmother run. Kennedy said there’s not an event booked on Friday night, so we’re going to bring food and have an open space that’s not anyone’s house for when we go live.
One more week, and this is over.
“The animal shelter?” Jordyn asks, sitting up a little straighter in her seat. She glances over at me as I park. “What are we doing?”
“You once told me that you got to volunteer at an animal shelter as a part of a charity event your college was doing. You said that you loved every minute of it.” I shrug. “I thought we could spend our day volunteering.”
“When did I tell you that?” Her brow furrows as if she’s trying to remember.
“Right after we met.”
“And you remember that?”
Reaching over, I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I remember everything about you, sweets.”