“When I was younger, though, I wanted to get a dolphin.”
“Why a dolphin?”
I shrugged. “Because they’re free, they swim in packs, and they’re friendly.”
Bringing his lips down to mine, he smiled. “If you were an animal, you’d be a White Tiger. Not a dolphin.”
Pulling my head back, I smiled. “Really?” I questioned surprised by his words.
He nodded with a smirk. “Yeah, beautiful, fierce, and protective. But most importantly…rare.”
My heart fluttered at his choice of words. “You think I’m fierce?” I asked with a smile.
He rolled his eyes. “If I didn’t have my dick in you every second of the day, I wouldn’t think you were a woman. How did you skip beautiful and go straight to fierce?” He smiled through shaking his head.
I absently glanced over his shoulder. “Oh, I guess I didn’t think of that. That’s really nice, though. Thank you.”
“You’re fucking special, Phoebe. Never forget that.”
I looked into his eyes, rubbing my thumbs across his cheeks.
“I won’t.”
Sliding his hands down over my ass, he slipped my bikini bottoms aside, swiping through the slit of my cleft. My body instantly alerted my pussy clenching in need. He dipped his finger inside me moving it in a circular motion, a moan slipping out between my lips, throwing my head back, and grinding against his fingers. Popping his hand out, he pulled my bikini top down exposing my now sensitive nipples, the crashing waves massaging them like an ice-cold popsicle, and the salty, sandy water pinching them to life like an electrical current. He drew in each of my nipples, tugging them between his teeth before letting them go with a pop. I’ve learned that Ryder likes things a little on the rougher side, but I hadn’t complained at all.
“You gonna spank me in the water?” I asked over arched eyebrows.
He laughed. “Baby, when I spank you until you cry, it’s only to fuck you until you feel better.” My eyes widened at his words, my insides contracting with pleasure. When I squirmed, he noticed my change of expression.
His eyes turned dark again. “Not yet, Phoebe. I want you here and now, we can do that later.” He pulled his shorts down, sliding me slowly over his thick length. Gripping his hair, I ground up against him slowly, while luxuriating in our lovemaking. He walked us through the water and back to the edge of the shoreline until we were lying down on the sand, pushing into me in the way I’ve grown to love immensely. With the waves crashing, the smell of salt water surrounding me just adding to my need of letting go. The sand pinched into my back, but I didn’t care about anything but letting Ryder have every single piece of my being in this very moment.
Bringing my eyes up into the deepest, sexual eyes I’d ever seen and my tummy flips while my clits swells in the build-up of what’s happening between my legs. He slowed it down a bit, thrusting into me deep, hard and slow, working my body over lazily, sweat dripped from his forehead, sliding down onto my lip, I draw out my tongue, licking the wet saltiness off me. When a hurricane began to form deep in my core, I clenched down on his muscular back and arched mine, before I let go and allowed him to take over, my body racking in jolts of seizures as I began to breathe myself back down to reality.
“Ryder, holy fuck!”
He pounded into me a couple more times before pulling out and pumping himself all over my tits and stomach. The view of him clutching his dick in his hands was enough to gear me up for round two.
I laughed, propping myself up on my elbows. “Ryder!”
He smiled a cocky, proud smirk at me. “What?”
Swipping some of his cum off my nipple with my index finger, I sucked it off slowly, letting my tongue circle around the tip of my finger. “Yum,” I replied smugly.
His cheeky smirk turned dark instantly as he realized I just one-upped him.
“Room. Now,” he growled, raising his eyebrows. I knew that look. My heart skipped a beat, my throat clogging. I quickly jumped up from my position and began running toward the house screaming with him hot on my tail.
Running past Ryker and his new whore for the night looking cozy in the living room, and Tommy and Leo with their girls, I ran up the stairs double-stepping with Ryder chasing me, my heart beating a perfect beat in my chest, the chase turning me on more.
“Oh! That’s cum on her tits,” Ryker exclaimed loudly.
“Fuck up, Ryker,” I replied, flipping him the bird over my shoulder before I dashed into the master bedroom, trying to slam the door shut but failing miserably when Ryder pushes it out of the way like my strength was equivalent to that of a two-year-old child. Squealing, I jumped up onto the bed with him laughing and kicking the door shut behind him.
“I’m sorry,” I said nervously, but my smile stretched wide.
“What are you sorry for?” he asked around a smirk.
“I’m sorry for licking your cum off my tits.”
“HOLY FUCKING HELL! Phoebe’s a fucking kinky bitch! Tommy! Tommy, check this out,” Ryker yelled from up against the door.
“Fuck off, Ryker!” both Ryder and I said in unison.
“Oh, don’t be sorry about that baby. That was the sexiest fucking shit I’ve ever witnessed. That image is tattooed on my brain for life.”
“Then why are you going to spank me!” I asked my voice a little squeaky.
“Because, I need to punish you for ruining all expectation in every other woman, even more than you already have.”
Shit, should I think into that comment and ruin this night, or should I just carry on. We never gave each other any promises.
I laughed, throwing my hands up in defeat. “Okay! Okay! Okay, fine…” I was trying to act as if it was a chore being spanked, but the grin on my face was displayed by an excitement I couldn’t hide.
“Bring that sexy little ass down here, now.” He warmed up his hands with a grin.
“Oka—”
Shocking me, he dived toward me, lightly tackling me down onto the bed, flipping me over, gripping onto my hips and arching my ass into the air. Pulling my bikini bottoms down, he caressed my ass softly. “Three times, because I need to be balls deep into this sweet little pussy as fast as possible.”
My breathing picked up, the smile still on my face as I waited for the first connecting point. The first whack slapped over skin in one swift movement, and I smiled through the sting, enjoying every bit of it. He rubbed the spot he hit softly, then his hand connected with my cheek again, a little harder this time. A soft moan left my lips, with the vibration of his slap buzzing over my entrance, heat pooling between my thighs. Dipping his finger into my wet folds, he circled it a couple times before rubbing his now wet finger over my clit softly. Bringing his hand back to his mouth, he sucked me off his finger before slapping me again, this time he hits under my ass closer to my entrance and I lose it, groaning out loudly in pleasure, lost in the euphoric land of getting my ass slapped.
Who would have thought…
Fuck, I could do this forever.
Snapping the arch of my back, he pushed into me in one hard thrust. Before reaching over he squeezing my nipple. Wrapping my hair around his fist, he yanked my head back forcefully before then letting go to grip onto the front of my neck. With his cock slamming into me so hard, it wasn’t long before I felt myself clench around him and my orgasm rips through me like a burst of thunder exploding under my skin. My legs shook from being overwhelmed with what just happened. I felt paralyzed and I was completely okay with that. Both our sweaty bodies collapsed onto the bed, him pulling me into his chest.
“Sleep baby.”
My eyes closed, as sleep took over me. I hadn’t felt this exhausted since I ran cross country at school.
The next morning, I smiled and stretched out my arms. My limbs tender as if the past two weeks were catching up with me. Hearing a sound come from the bathroom, I wrapped the sheet around myself, making my way to the bathroom and ready to jump Ryder’s bones again. Swinging open the
door, I dropped the sheet with a smile on my face. My smile quickly evaporated when I saw an older woman cleaning the toilet bowl.
“Shit,” I said, quickly pulling up the sheet.
She waved her hands. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, sweetness, at least not around here.”
Swallowing down my embarrassment, I asked, “Where is Ryder?”
She stopped what she was doing, toilet brush in hand. “They left this morning, around three I think. Ryker called me to do the cleaning.”
“They left?”
“Yes, they left.”
I turned around, walking to the bedroom, scanning the area. Dropping the sheet, I threw all my clothes on, gathering up the rest of my stuff on the way. My phone charger, my toothbrush, and an overnight bag that had lived here for the past two weeks, before I made my way downstairs.
Surely, he’d left a note? He wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I walked into the kitchen and searched the counters. After seeing there was no note, I went into the living room to check in there even though I knew what had happened. I was hoping I was wrong.
Still no note.
I got my phone out of my bag and dialed his number only to have him not pick up. I dialed again and it went straight to voicemail.
“Fucking prick,” I spat out through clenched teeth. I got it, we were never anything more than a fling, but he could have said goodbye. I thought I would have at least meant that much since he apparently had never had a girl around as he’d had me around. His girls were usually one nighters, where he took them out to party, fucked them, and then left, all under the radar and he would never see with them ever again.
Then it hit me, that’s exactly what we were doing. We were discreet. He still wasn’t pictured with me because we stayed indoors.
“That motherfucker.” All this time I thought I was different. Giving me all this White Tiger bullshit. I dialed Melissa’s phone and she picked up on the second ring.
“Hey, lover girl. What’s happening?”
“Melissa. Come and get me. And bring Jose Guervo.”
Present Day
That’s how our two weeks of what I thought was epicness ended. It took me longer than what we spent together to get over him. I drowned my feelings in vodka, for the most part, in the comfort of my bed.
The shaking of the turbulence brings my body to consciousness, jerking at the feeling of it under me. Can’t say I enjoy flying, after watching ‘Snakes on a Plane’ I half expect Samuel L. Jackson to pop out somewhere and yell, “I’ve had it with these motherfucking snakes, on this motherfucking plane!” Glancing around, I see the seat belt light ding back on.
“Everything good?” I asked Belinda and she nods her head.
“Yeah, everything’s fine.”
Looking down at my time, I see eight hours have passed. Damn body clock. I feel her watching me looking at my time. “We scheduled it so we land at nine in the morning their time. It’s a good thing you got that big sleep in. We only have three hours left then we’ll be there.”
I lean back into my seat. “Okay. Now to last four weeks,” I state mumbling under my breath.
She looks to me, lowering her voice. “Is there something going on that I need to know about?”
I shake my head. “No, why would there be?”
Leaning back into her seat, she kept her eyes locked on mine. “I don’t know. The atmosphere just seems…a little tight.”
I shrug, attempting to play off her suspicion. “Probably just from the long flight.”
She smiles. “Yeah, probably.” The disbelief in her voice, evident.
I unbuckle my belt as soon as the symbol is off, needing to go to the bathroom. Standing up, I pull my headphones out, leaving Breaking Benjamin ‘Crawl’ blaring out of my headphones. I purposely don’t make eye contact with the group of eyes I can feel on me as I pass them to go to the bathroom. My cheeks heat, but I keep my eyes on the door. Entering the little confined space they call a toilet, I shut the door behind myself, sliding the lock across until I hear it click in success. Leaning on the sink, and taking multiple breaths, I try to calm my nerves.
“Shit,” I whisper out to no one. I’m going to be traveling around the world with my two-week fling who showed me the best time I could have asked for then left me. I didn’t even know who the real Ryder was. I had a different Ryder. The Ryder I knew, wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye, and the Ryder I knew wouldn’t have just sat there with a blank look on his face when he first saw me. My chest contracts at the shame I feel for falling for his shit talk.
Fucking White Tiger, my ass.
Calming my breathing even more, and making sure it’s under control, I gather up my strength to go back to the safety of my seat. Un-sliding the lock, I swing the door open and begin making my way back while silently praying that we don’t hit turbulence on my way and I dramatically fall on his lap. That would be just my luck. Keeping my eyes on my seat, I continue my walk toward the safety of that little squishy seat. Don’t look down, don’t look down. I look down. Locking eyes with Ryker, who’s sitting opposite Ryder, so he’s facing me on my walk back. A slow smirk crawls up on his face, showing me his pearly smile, reminding me of Ryder.
God, what I would give to see that smile on Ryder’s face again.
No. You’d give nothing because he’s not worth it.
Rolling my eyes with a smile, his grin gets wider. Ryker is a pain in my ass, but the shithead grows on you. He and I had established a different sort of friendship. It’s no secret that Ryker doesn’t make friends with anyone, especially women. He sleeps with them then throws them out like Wednesday’s trash. I think I had the privilege of seeing a glimpse of the real Ryker. He was still a pain in my ass, though.
Relaxing back into my seat, which is opposite Belinda, she points to my phone. “Good playlist.” Handing me the AUX cord that’s connected to the side speakers next to her seat.
“Thanks, and here, you can do it.” I hand her my phone and she takes it with a smile, rummaging through my playlist.
She smiles. “I haven’t heard this song in a while.” The next thing I hear is Red Jumpsuit Apparatus ‘Your Guardian Angel’ begin playing throughout the whole plane. I inhale in a breath, swallowing roughly past the memories this song bought with it. I don’t know why, but this song always reminded me of Ryder. My eyes find Ryder’s instantly, like a magnetic pull, pulling our gazes together. The beat picks up, bringing the guitar into the song, the music massaging my nerves, his eyes penetrating my stare. I get lost in his deep blue gaze, the rest of the world surrounding us disappears and suddenly it’s just him, me and my deep breathing. With my cheeks heating, and my skin prickling a scorching heat, I’m the first to pull away from the stare down we are having.
What was I to do? He’s staring right at me with the same blank, emotionless expression on his face, as though I’m a stranger. I wince slightly, making his stare falter before he looks away too. Dragging my eyes back to Belinda, she has one eyebrow arched and an expression that doesn’t show interest in a nosey way, but in a way she knows what’s going on.
I smile, shaking off my nerves. “Not long now?”
She shakes her head. “Not at all.”
“Are you going to talk to her?” Ryker asks over his bottled water. I run my hand over my jaw, keeping my eyes locked on hers. If the past two years have done anything for her, they’ve made her more fucking beautiful. I didn’t think she could get more beautiful than she was two years ago, but two years later and she’s stunning.
Pulling my eyes away from hers, I bring them to my brother. “Nah, not yet anyway. It’s best I stay away from her.”
“Why?” Tommy asks, bringing his eyes up to meet mine. I get it, she had an impact on the guys as well, but I need to keep her at a distance.
“Because he doesn’t trust his dick, that’s why,” Ryker responds with a sly smirk.
I raise my eyebrows casua
lly. “Something like that.”
“Ha! I fucking knew it,” Ryker shouts, pointing to me.
I whack his hand away, making sure no one heard his big mouth. “Shut up, Ry. Knew what?”
“That you still have feelings for the little T,” he responds.
“Is that not obvious?” Leo answered from his seat. “Come on, Ryker. How many women do you know that Ryder has—” I kick Leo’s leg when Belinda walks over to us.
“Hey.” She kneels down to our level, peeking over her shoulder at Phoebe briefly.
“Is there anything I need to know?”
“No, nothing that you need to know,” I say accentuating the word ‘need.’
She looks between all of us then nods her head. “Okay then, but if I lose that girl because one of you couldn’t keep their dick in their pants, I won’t be happy.”
I scout’s honor her and she turns around to make her way back to Phoebe, who’s fixed on her phone with her headphones in her ears. I wonder what she’s listening to, and if her taste is still as eclectic as ever. Probably. I exhale a breath of air as my thoughts begin traveling back to the day we left her. God, I didn’t want to do that to her, but I also couldn’t lead her on. I couldn’t give her what she needed, I still can’t.
Two Years Earlier
This girl is incredible.
“Sleep, baby,” I whispered into her long thick blonde hair that smelled of cherries and pears. The smell was as unique as she is. I’ve done a lot of thinking since she’s been here, and I know what needs to be done. I can’t see her after this...ever. I can’t be the man that she needs as much as I wanted to try, it was just not in my cards. Running my eyes over her sleeping peaceful form once more time, I leaned down and kissed her on the head. Her hair swiped across my lips like a band of silk, and I was one second away from calling off our plan. Stepping my leg out of the covers, she began to stir, her arm finding mine like a magnet as she pulled herself into me tightly, throwing her leg over the top of me.
“Fuck,” I whispered to myself.