“She usually has a high alcohol tolerance, so you guys must have really gone wild,” he says, shaking his head.
“Oh yeah. We lost a bet, but Tee had an extra few drinks. For fun,” I say with a snort.
“Oh I bet she did,” he says, rubbing his palm across the stubble on his chin. He looks even sexier with that scruffy stubble. I tell him so.
“Well perhaps I should keep it, then,” he suggests. I nod, my eyes wide.
“So, do I need to carry you to bed, too?”
“Oh, I sure hope so,” I say, putting down my now empty plate. Ryder just gives me a devastating smile as he clears up the plates and cups from the table. After he rinses and puts everything in the dishwasher, he lifts me up in his arms and heads to the guest room.
“Can I sleep in your bed?” I ask whilst nuzzling his neck. Ryder stills for a moment before turning to his room. This is the first time I’m inside his room, but I’m still tipsy and can’t think of anything else besides Ryder and bed. Ryder lays me down on his thick black bedcovers and I sink in with a sigh of contentment. He carefully removes my shoes, then leaves the room and comes back in with something in his hands. A makeup wipe from the bathroom. He really is adorable. He starts to wipe my makeup off for me, but I put him out of his misery by taking it from him and wiping it off myself. I jump up, slightly wobbly, and pull off my shorts, my shirt, and my bra. I glance over at Ryder to see his eyes dark, the darkest I have ever seen them.
“Do you have a T-shirt I could wear?” I ask huskily. Ryder nods, but doesn’t move for a moment. He finally reaches into one of his drawers and pulls out a soft, worn gray T-shirt. I put it on and quickly head into his bathroom. I spot a new toothbrush and open it, and then brush my teeth. I walk back into the room and give Ryder a giddy smile. He’s laying on his bed, arms crossed behind his head, his eyes on me. He scoots upwards and his body tenses and flexes with the motion. He's so damn sexy. His tattoos are pieces of art, and they give him a dangerous edge. My eyes stray to his nipple ring once again and my breath hitches. I climb into bed with him, slipping under the sheets. When I lean over and give him a hungry kiss, he pulls away just when things are about to get serious.
“Not tonight, Lexi,” he says.
“Wait, what?”
“Not tonight, you’ve been drinking. Just sleep now,” he soothes, pulling me close to him and rubbing his hand up and down my spine. I huff, but a few seconds later, I pass out.
*****
I wake up with a headache and groan out loud. I haven’t had a hangover in such a long time, and I sure as hell didn’t miss them. I hear a chuckle and glance over to see Ryder, his eyes peering lazily at me through his thick black lashes.
“I made you breakfast in bed,” he says, gesturing to the tray on the side table next to his bed.
“Why are you yelling?” I ask in a rough voice, lifting the sheets over my head.
“You should know by now to never try and keep up with Tee. I’m pretty certain she could drink me under the table,” he adds with a chuckle. Well, someone is a morning person.
“Try Tee and Kade. I think those two should be banned from seeing each other,” I croak.
“Coffee?” I ask hopefully.
“Right here, darlin’,” he says, and I lift the sheet off my head and sit up, greedily accepting the coffee.
“Thanks, Ryder,” I say, taking a sip. The liquid goodness slides down my throat and I moan.
“So good,” I bite out, before taking another sip. Ryder’s lips curl into a grin. It suddenly hits me that here I am, in Ryder’s bed, wearing nothing but his T-shirt and my panties, and he's right next to me wearing only a pair of pants. I choke on my next sip of coffee, and cough a little.
“You okay there?” he asks. I nod and put my coffee down on the side table. I glance over at Ryder and our eyes lock. The air suddenly gets thicker, and I see Ryder swallow hard, his throat working with the motion. I push the sheet down off my body and sit up on my knees, facing him.
“What is this?” I whisper to him.
“I don’t know,” he responds, his gaze raking over me. Suddenly feeling bold, I lift up his T-shirt off my body, and throw it on the floor. I hear his sudden intake of breath, and my pulse starts to race. His eyes stray to my br**sts, and I watch as he nibbles on his lower lip.
“Are you sure?” he asks in a husky low tone. I nod, which is all the answer he needs, because he's on me in a second. He grips my ass with both of his hands and lifts me up to straddle his thighs. He's sitting on his knees in the middle of his bed, and he groans as my br**sts rub against his chest. Our lips connect in an instant, and Ryder’s lips devour me, his tongue tasting and playing with mine. I run my fingers through his messy chocolate brown hair, and he groans slightly, his own fingers digging deeper into the flesh of my ass. I sense Ryder’s impatience when he moves from my lips to my jaw, trailing wet kisses down my neck, and across my shoulder.
Ryder lifts me up and pushes me back on the bed, instantly lying on top of me. He takes one of my ni**les into his mouth, suckling gently as his hands slowly pull down my lace panties. He pulls away from my br**sts and I take the opportunity to lick his nipple ring, and gently tug on it with my teeth. Ryder hisses out a curse and pins me down to the bed, capturing both of my hands in one of his, lifting them up over my head so I can’t touch him and he's the one in total control. I watch as he leans back, my arms still pinned, and use his free hands to pull down his track pants. I groan. He is huge; thick, long, and beautiful. But even better than that, he's pierced. I moan and lick my lips.