Winston Brothers Box Set - Stacey Lewis Page 0,156

hands to try to attach myself to him. He laughs, and so do some of the other people standing nearby.

“You’re a jerk,” I pull back to inform him.

He’s completely unconcerned, and still grinning, grabs the back of my neck with one hand since I’m now clinging to him like a spider monkey. His lips hit mine and I totally forget any anger I might have towards him. Ryker’s kisses are the best thing ever…well, the best public-friendly thing ever.

After he scrambles my brain with his mouth, he turns around and walks out of the water. I expect him to put me down, but he keeps walking until he reaches our stuff. Instead of letting me stand now, he grabs the tote bag I packed earlier and continues making his way back to the huge hotel we’re staying in this weekend.

“Um, where are we going?” I look down at him, and all mirth is gone from his face.

Ryker’s eyes bore into mine. “To take care of a problem.” His hand slides down my back, stopping right above my ass and pressing me against his stomach.

“Ohhh.” The problem is obvious. He’s hard. So hard against me I can’t help but be immediately turned on too. I try to control myself but can’t keep from rubbing my pelvis on his.

“Ava,” he growls, his eyes narrowing into a glare. “If you don’t stop, we won’t make it back to the room.”

Leaning forward, I lick his neck, starting from the spot where it meets his shoulder, licking a straight line up to his ear. I bite down on it gently, then whisper, “I’m okay with that.”

“Goddammit,” he mutters. Ryker changes course, heading down a hallway just inside the doors instead of going for the elevators on the other end of the lobby. His hand leaves its spot on my back to open the first door we come to, but he shuts it with a muttered curse when he sees the shelves full of towels. Striding over to the next, he pulls that door open and says, “Thank fuck,” before walking us both inside. We’re in a small, dark, what looks like a closet. I only see a glimpse of it before the door shuts behind us and he spins around.

My back hits the wall at the same moment his mouth lands on mine. He doesn’t give me a chance to protest, pressing his body all along mine. I hear the tote bag drop to the floor and then both hands are on my breasts, squeezing and plucking the nipples until I’m writhing against him.

“Do you see what you do to me?” The way his voice sounds when he asks this question makes it sound like he’s pissed, but I know that’s not at all the case. If anything, he’s frustrated that he can’t control how much he wants me. It’s the thing I like the most about him.

Ryker doesn’t wait for me to answer. His hand slides down my stomach and straight into my bikini bottoms. I swear, the second his fingertip slides across my clit I almost come. “Ryker,” I moan, trying to arch my back to get closer. I can’t. His body has me pinned completely. I’m at his mercy, and I never want that to change.

As soon as he feels how wet I am, his hand leaves my bottoms and I can feel him adjusting his shorts to free his erection. “Hurry…please” I urge him, wanting this more than my next breath.

I feel his fingers pull my bikini to the side, and once the fabric between us is gone, he thrusts inside me. “God, you feel good.” My only response is a loud moan. The movement of his hips consumes me and all I can do is hang on for the ride. I can tell by how quickly he’s moving that this is going to be fast for both of us. All it takes is a few thrusts and one more swipe of his finger over my clit for me to detonate, my pussy clenching around his cock rhythmically.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, continuing his thrusts through my orgasm. I’m just beginning to come down when he starts to speed up, his thrusts becoming erratic. Ryker buries his head in my throat, groaning his orgasm into my flesh.

My body is trembling with aftershocks and I’m not sure I could stand on my own if I tried. Thankfully, he continues to hold us both out as he slides out of me. Kissing me