Ryker (Hope City #6) - Kris Michaels Page 0,79

Dimitri? He's been talking to Dawn for almost an hour now.”

“Reeeaaaallly...” Tara drew out the word. “That should upset the scales.”

“What? What are you talking about?” Brie leaned forward and looked around the bush that hid the table where Dawn and Dimitri were sitting.

“You really haven't been around lately, have you? Blay and Dawn are like two magnets that are trying way too hard not to get together if you ask my opinion.”

“Blay?” Brie laughed. “No way. Blay is a player. They probably are discussing schedules. Blay sometimes picks up Gage and watches him when he's not working.” She shook her head. “I saw Blay the other day, and he was heading to the Celtic Cock to meet some woman from work. You're way off base.”

Tara took a drink of her wine and sighed. “I think those two would be fantastic together.”

“Stop. You sound like the moms,” Caitlyn groaned. “Please don't turn into a matchmaker. You remember how much you hated it, right?”

Brie raised her hand. “I hated it and I found someone without my mother's help, thank you very much.”

“Speaking of Ryker, when are you getting married?” Bekki croaked the question, still coughing a bit.

“This spring. I want to get married here in the backyard when all the flowers are blooming.”

“Oh, man, the moms are going to freak. I can see it now. Our get-togethers will be scheduled around making centerpieces and flowery shit.” Erin rolled her eyes.

“As long as I can drink, I can work a glue gun.” Brie held up her almost-empty glass. “Thank you in advance for the slightly lopsided centerpieces, the fact that you'll all have to find and wear dresses in shades of yellow, and deal with Hover Mother and her sidekick, Glarin' Sharon.”

They all raised their glasses in unison. Brie took a sip and glanced at her watch as Ryker's brothers stood. He motioned for her to join him and she smiled. They'd say goodbye to the brothers and then she was going to take her man home and make love to him. Now that his arm was gaining strength, the nights were becoming more... animated.

Tara leaned into her and whispered, “I know what that smile means.”

Brie glanced at her friend. “Did I hear grandma has Colleen tonight?”

“Oh, yeah.” Tara wiggled her eyebrows. “Should we go snag our men?”

Brie stood and offered her friend a hand up. “Let's go.”

Brie smoothed her brush through her hair and stood back away from the mirror. The new lavender camisole and boy shorts were nothing but lace. She smiled at the way they fit. A small dab of expensive perfume on her wrists and she was ready to play a little game with her man. She was probably going to make a damn fool of herself, but whatever.

She called through the door, “Ryker?”

“Yeah, babe?”

She drew a breath and pushed down the nerves. “What are you doing?”

“Laying down. Do you need something?”

“Yeah, would you come here for a moment?”

She grabbed her phone and connected it to the wireless speaker in the bedroom. She pushed play and opened the door. At the first beat of Mother Freedom, she started dancing.

Ryker froze, standing gloriously naked beside the bed. His eyes widened and his mouth opened. She'd taken dance lessons when she was little and more recently pole dancing classes at her gym. It was so easy to sexualize the moves she remembered. She weaved closer to him and shimmied away when he reached for her, his shell-shocked expression still very much in place.

With each drop of bass she unfastened one of the small hooks in the front of her camisole. Ryker finally blinked and sat down on the bed. She smiled and moved forward. She'd never seen a lap dance, but...

“Holy fuck.” Ryker's hands fell on her hips as she straddled him and gyrated against him, keeping her moves in beat with the music. She held his hands to her hips and bent backward. He tightened his grip, which was exactly what she needed. She stretched her arms above her head and arched back while sitting on his lap. Her hips kept beat with the song. She straightened and popped the last two hooks holding her cami together. The lace split open.

Ryker's hands rounded to her ass, and he moved her closer. The dance and the music faded into oblivion when his lips found her breast. He laid back on the bed, bringing her with him. He feasted on her breasts, pushing electrified shards of sensation to her core. Their