with desire.
“Fuck,” I moan out loud, unhooking the front clasp of my bra, allowing it to fall off my shoulders and falling down to the floor. The thought of Ryder’s thick cock pressing against me has me yearning to feel him again. With those thoughts going through my mind, I know my date with B.O.B. is going to happen sooner than expected. I head to my nightstand and I pull out the drawer. A girl can never have too many options, and I’m definitely that girl. I know exactly which one I’ll be using too. I pull out my purple one—it’s smooth to the touch, but when you turn it on, it creates the most intense sensation imaginable. I climb on top of my bed, not needing any form of lubricant, not with the way my wetness is dripping down the inside of my thighs. If only Ryder were here right now. I’m pretty sure I would do anything I could to get inside his pants.
My imagination takes over. I turn my vibrator on to the lowest setting, rolling it around my pebbled nipples. I can imagine Ryder walking in, seeing my body on full display, my skin covered with goose bumps, legs spread, his name falling from my lips as my vibrator finally meets my clit.
“Oh God, Ryder,” I purr, heaviness in my body. After teasing myself, I finally push the vibrator inside my slick center, my body locking up as I do so, and I know this orgasm is going to come hard and fast.
The heavy vibrations, the way my hips meet every movement, it won’t be long before I’m falling apart.
My head is thrown back, my back arching, my legs locked. And with the way the vibrator’s attachment touches my clit, the suction amplifies the sensations running through my body and causes me to fall apart, and I didn’t even put my full imagination to work. The thought of Ryder watching me do this alone, him licking that full bottom lip, standing stoically while entranced the entire time, it was all it took.
“I am so screwed, and probably in the best way possible,” I mumble out loud, my body already feeling much better. I clean everything up, my bed calling me the entire time. “I’ll just take a small nap, then get up and make dinner.” I yawn before sliding into bed and letting sleep pull me under.
Six
Ryder
True to my word to Sienna, we spent the afternoon picking up groceries from the local market, ingredients for a dessert, and then we made an early dinner. It wasn’t long after that it was time for her to go home to Melody and for me to stop at the restaurant. I already know what’s going to happen—I’ll somehow get roped into helping with this or that. Which is fine normally, but not tonight. No, tonight is definitely the night I’m going to call a certain schoolteacher and have my own fucking naughty fantasies of her, especially now that I know her on a more one-on-one level.
Melody gives me that knowing look when I drop off Sienna. I just smirk. She’s not wrong, but I don’t allow her to talk about it either. I circle my keys around my pointer finger, letting her know I’m not sticking around. I hug them both, and Sienna says, “Love you, Uncle Ry-Ry. Be nice to Miss Jennings. I really like her,” sucker-punching me in the gut.
“Love you, Si. I promise I will. I like her too.” I wink at her and then head to my truck. My mind is on getting shit done, going home, and making a phone call. I’m hopeful as hell everything is running smoothly at Melody’s Steak House. Most don’t know I’m a silent partner, and I don’t flaunt it around town, nor do I want to. What would be the point in being a silent partner if that were the case? When I finished culinary school, and Melody somehow managed to finish her business degree while fooling around with Joseph, of course, when she was ready to open up the restaurant and I had a few years under my belt as a head chef, that was also when Melody found out she was pregnant.
I had money stashed away, waiting to invest in something, but for the time being, it was sitting in the bank doing nothing. It was common sense to invest with Melody, except I did not want to deal with the numbers side of shit. I