like seeing you feisty and ballsy. But I should have worn compression shorts under this stupid tux. Being hard most of the evening is not really a comfortable state in well cut pants.”
I pushed my hips to his. My eyes flew wide. “Damn, hero. We might need to find a room.”
He growled as he leaned forward and bit my lower lip.
“Mr. Penn,” a smokey-voiced female said from behind me.
Ryker jolted.
I turned around. Eyed the woman who said my man’s name like a lover would. Ryker wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“Ms. Chastain.”
She blinked a couple times. “I haven’t heard from you in a while. I was beginning to worry.
I fisted my hands. “Yeah, you need to stop worrying about him. He’s mine.”
She opened her mouth, a bitchy smile on her face.
I raised a hand. “That wasn’t a suggestion or an opinion. Say his name like that again, even in your head, I’ll tear you open so fast your brain will be dead before it registers the pain.” I leaned forward. Looked her right in the eye. I lowered my voice, put my lips to her ear. “And then I’ll dance in your blood as I hang your entrails like party streamers from my balcony.”
I eased back, put a finger under her jaw, closed it softly. “Run along now. Tell all your skanky friends that Mr. Penn is taken. From now into eternity. Even his ghost is claimed.” I spun her around, gave her a sharp tap on the ass. “Run along. Go back to the idiots who care about your welfare.”
I spun back around, glared up at Ryker. “Seriously? Skeletor was your preferred bedmate?”
His green eyes were bright and hard. “We need to find a room. And yes, before you whine about it, you get to come.” He braceleted my wrist, hauled me in a straight line across the ballroom.
My mother, who had been walking towards us, stopped. Her eyes narrowed as I waved at her. I shot her a wink.
Soon, we were out in the hall. He was trying every possible doorknob. One finally opened. He shoved me inside.
What turned out to be a cleaning closet. I snorted. “Well, at least we’ll be able to wipe up the blood.”
He snorted and backed me against the wall. He was careful not to muss up my hair. “That was the single sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m hard enough to drive nails. This is going to be hard and fast. And yes, we’ll clean up whatever blood with the supplies in here.”
He bent down, lifted the ‘hem’ of my dress. He reached up, pulled down my panties. He draped them on a broom handle.
I snickered.
He reached back up, grabbed the string of my tampon and gave a sharp yank.
My cheeks heated with embarrassment. I knew I had nothing to be embarrassed about. It wasn’t like a woman having her menses was weird. But it was weird for me.
He tossed it in the trash. He pulled a condom from his pocket. Flashed me a devilishly sexy smile. “I brought this for your sensibilities. I have no problem barebacking while you’re ragging. Up to you. But for the love of the goddess, decide fast.” His eyes widened.
I nodded. “Yes. I don’t want to…” I waved my hand awkwardly. “Just yes.”
He chuckled, unzipped his pants, rolled the condom on. His dick was rock hard. Watching him handle himself was so fucking hot. I’d never known peeping on dudes was such a turn on.
I was going to have to get up the nerve to ask him to jack off for me sometime. The whole idea got me even hotter. I got the familiar deep tingling ache deep inside me.
Grabbing him by the lapels, I pulled him towards me. His mouth attached to mine like we were opposite poles on a magnet. He thrust his tongue in my mouth as he lifted one of my legs around his hip.
Luckily my dress had a slit in it high enough to need its own altitude. He lined up and pushed deep in one swift move. We both groaned.
I thread my hands up through his hair, pulled on the strands as he started fucking me in earnest. I wasn’t sure if it was the extra sensitivity of being on my period, but everything felt bigger. Like BIGGER!
Mewling sounds came from my throat as his hands circled my hips. He pushed up inside me so fucking fast it felt like we were about to rocket