Ryder Mathis

With a quick text to Blake, Scott and I knew how everyone wanted their steaks. She shot us another text when she was about 10 minutes out so we could get things started.

Jamison came in from the pool and offered to take over making the sides including homemade mashed potatoes and a salad. I wasn't much help on either front, but Scott offered conversation and insight on grilling.

As Scott spoke about seasonings and temperatures for cooking, my phone chimed.

Trouble:

Meet me?

I looked out at the dock, but the boat wasn't in yet.

Me:

You're not back

Trouble:

Yet...

Smiling down at my phone, Scott caught me.

"You better get that smile off your face before Cole sees." He lay the next steak on the grill. The excited hiss from the meat touching the hot metal hid the footsteps coming up the stairs of the deck.

"Damn, that was a good call. Those smell good already and they barely got started," Cole said as he wrapped the towel around himself. "What else are we having?"

My phone chimed again and Scott responded before I could. "Salad and mashed potatoes."

Cole grunted and gave Scott a curt nod. Glancing at me he said, "Aubree still trying to make amends?"

"Everyday," I told him truthfully.

"Maybe you should invite her for the last bit of our vacation. I'm sure she would get on her knees to get you back," he said with a sneer.

I shook my head and stared back over the rail. The girls were back. I focused on the boat as it docked and ignored Cole's lude comments.

The sliding door closed and Scott came up to stand beside me. "Does Aubree really try to win you back, still?" I could hear the disbelief in his voice and I wanted to tell him no, but that wasn't the truth.

"Every day. You'd think she would have gotten the hint already."

My phone chimed again and Scott tilted his head to see.

"Trouble? Is that Aubree?" He asked, but when I didn't answer and stared down at the girls making their way to the house from the dock, he said, "Oh, clever Ryder. It is fitting. She definitely is trouble. Thankfully, she is the good kind of trouble." He laughed as he went back to add a few more steaks to the grill.

Taking a moment, I checked my phone.

Trouble:

So?

Aubree:

Call me...

I ran my tongue along the edge my teeth as the girls came up the stairs, briefly making eye contact with Blake as she passed.

When the girls disappeared into the house, Scott turned to me as if he were reading my mind and said, "If you need to go, I'll cover for you."

I looked at my phone before nodding and headed inside.

I'd forgotten her name, but the brunette who liked to get loud when she drank was sitting on the counter of the kitchen as Jamison chopped vegetables for the salad. He looked up as I passed and gave me a wink. If they weren't together yet, they would be by the end of the trip.

When I got upstairs, I entered Blake's room and shut the door behind me. She peered out of the bathroom and giggled.

"I hoped you may join me," she said as I heard her wash her hands.

She stepped from the bathroom in just her suit. The same neon one she had been wearing when I'd first met her. My eyes leisurely swept down her body and I leaned against her wall.

"How was the boat?" I asked.

"Hot."

"I bet." Shamelessly I stared at her chest and the tan lines that peeked from the edges of the small suit.

"Help me out?" She turned and her long fingers played with the strings on her back.

Pushing from the wall, I made my way over to her and skimmed my hand up her back. Goosebumps popped along her tan skin. With one tug on the knotted end of the string and she was free of her top.

As she turned, my phone rang. I knew who it was and I wasn't about to waste my time answering it. Reaching into my pocket, I silenced the call before throwing it onto the small table in her room.

"Hope that wasn't important," Blake said as she removed her top and turned.

My breath caught and I took a good look at her. More than a handful, her tits were gorgeous. With a groan, I imagined laying her on the bed and squeezing my dick between them. I'd fuck her chest until I covered her in my pearls.

"Mmm, I hope you're thinking dirty thoughts with that noise you just made," she teased.

With a look of determination, she gripped the sides of my shirt and pulled it over my head. As soon as the shirt was gone, our mouths found each other. Cupping the back of her head, I drew her to me.

I couldn't get enough of her. The taste of her mouth was addictive. I wanted everything from her.

My other hand drifted down her collar, to the swell of her breast. Pressing my hand into her soft flesh, she moaned. Swallowed by my mouth, I pinched and played with her nipple making her arch into my hand.

*beep da beep... beep da beep...*

"Damnit," I huffed as my phone went off again. Chancing a glance, I saw the name and turned back to continue with Blake but she brought both hands up to my face and stopped me.

"Who is Aubree?" Her eyes searched my face as she waited for me to answer her.

"Fuck," I huffed as I pulled her with me and sat at the edge of the bed. I lay my head against her chest and breathed her in as her fingers combed through my hair. "She is my ex."

"Ex as in over? Broken up?"

"Yeah."

"Are you two still friends?" She asked cautiously.

A humorless chuckle shook my chest as I finally met her eyes. "No. Absolutely not."

With a tilt of her beautiful face, she asked, "Then why is she still calling?"

Another deep breath and I said, "We didn't end well. She definitely regrets it and has been trying, relentlessly, to get back together."

"Does she have a chance?"

"Fuck no!" I flinched as soon as I'd realized my volume was louder than necessary. "Sorry. Aubree," I paused as I decided how much I wanted to tell Blake. "Aubree cheated on me and rubbed it in my face."

"What!"

"Yeah," I sighed. There was a good chance that she would hear about what happened from someone else, so I told her. "While I was studying for exams, she had gone to my place. I'm not sure if she forgot, but I wasn't home. She ended up calling me while she was fucking my roommate."

"Shit Ryder, I'm sorry."

I slowly shook my head, "It's not your fault." I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed the top of her breast. "I think the worst part about it is she didn't realize she had called me. Too pissed to study, I went back. She was leaving and told me they had been studying. That he had helped her with some of the work she didn't understand."

"And you confronted her?"

"I told her to get her shit and fuck off. She looked totally oblivious and then my roommate even came to her defense." I could feel my body heat with anger. "I confronted them both and when she started to cry, he went to class and I shut her out. She gathered her things without a word and left."

"Wow," Blake wrapped her arms around my head and held me to her.

I went to stand when my phone went off again, but Blake stopped me with a smirk and said, "How do you feel about giving her a taste of her own medicine?"

"What do you have in mind?"

She climbed off my lap and retrieved my phone. "Answer it." When I didn't take the phone right away, Blake sank to her knees in front of me. Repeating herself, she said, "Answer the phone, Ryder."

I took the phone from her hands and pressed the green illuminated button. Holding it up to my ear, I didn't say anything. Watching Blake, she slid her hands up my thighs to my crotch.

"Ryder? Hello? Oh my God baby, thank you for answering! I know there is a lot I need to apologize for and I'm so happy you picked up," Aubree said through the phone.

Blake locked her eyes with me as she began to rub. My lip curled and my body reacted to her touch. I felt like I could rip my shorts from how hard I was.

"You should probably answer her. It will be no fun if she hangs up on you," Blake whispered.

"Ryder? Baby?" Aubree's voice oozed through the phone like syrup through a sieve.

"What do you want Aubree?" I made no effort to hide my agitation.

"It is so amazing to hear your voice, baby. God, it has been way too long since I've heard from you."

"Yeah, there's a reason for that," I said as I tunneled my fingers into Blake's hair. Her hot mouth pressed open against my shorts. Teasing my cock through the fabric, I became painfully aware of what Blake was aiming for.

"I know. I know and all I'm asking is that you hear me out. I want to..." Aubree droned on with her sad excuses.

Tossing the phone on the bed, I stood up and shoved my shorts and briefs to the floor.

"Someone is eager," Blake said as her delicate fingers wrapped around my girth.

A shuddering breath pushed from my lungs and my shoulders hunched.

Aubree's voice came in and out of my head. Not giving her my attention while Blake stroked me was oddly gratifying.

"Does that make sense Ryder?" Through the phone, I could hear Aubree's question, but I had no clue what she was asking about.

"Does what-" I started to say. Blakes hot velvet mouth stopped me. My words turned into a long guttural moan.

"Baby you okay?"

"Yes," I hissed.

I pulled Blake further down my shaft and she willingly complied. Fuck! She was everything I had been needing. Looking down at her with my cock in her throat, I shuddered with pleasure. Jerking her head on my cock, I needed release.

Aubree kept on talking, not slowing to proceed to tell me what she felt was so damned important, but all fucks that I had given about the phone disappeared.

My patience had run out. Pulling Blake up from her knees, I claimed her mouth. Tugging on her bottom lip, tongues dueling and searching as I learned which spots made her moan.

Spinning us, I pushed her onto the bed. Snatching a small bag from under her pillow, she revealed a condom. With a muted giggle, Blake grabbed the phone and pushed the speaker. Laying the phone on her chest, she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Ryder? Is someone there with you?" Aubree's voice came through the phone.

Remembering how Aubree had worded it, I said, "Oh you know, I'm with friends." I shrugged and proceeded to remove Blake's shorts.

"Sorry. That's right, aren't you with Cole this week? You know he invited me to come up and hang with you guys?" Aubree asked.

I sighed and shook my head at the ceiling. "Of course he did." It wasn't surprising that Cole would try to put someone between Blake and I.

Blake sat up and steered my head down to look at her. Mouthing, fuck me, I was happy to obey.

Holding my hand out to her, palm facing her, I stuck my tongue out. She got the message. Gathering spit in her mouth she licked my hand from palm to finger tips.

Sliding her suit to the side, I palmed her bare pussy with the hand she had moistened. Her eyes rolled up and her chest pushed out. She was soaked already and not from her spit. Rolling the condom on, she gave me a daring smile. Without any other hesitations, I positioned my tip at her entrance and eased in.

Together we moaned as her muscles clenched around me.

"Wait... Oh my fucking... Are you? Are you seriously...?" Aubree shrieked as she started putting together what was going on.

"Hey Aubree, this is my friend. Say hi, friend," I said as I eased out of Blake just to slam deeper than before.

With a sharp inhale Blake said, "Hi... Ooh, fuck yes!" She threw the phone to the side and clung to me.

"You stupid fucking..." Aubree's insults were drowned out by my heart hammering in my ears and the soft cries from Blake.

I'm not sure when Aubree hung up, but when Blake and I finished, my phone was dark and the call had ended.

"We should probably get downstairs for dinner," she said as she caught her breath.

"I always did like having dessert before dinner." I kissed her again before getting off the bed.

I headed downstairs before her so that we could dispel any suspicions.

"Where's Blake?" Kayla directed at me.

"I heard the shower running," I said with a shrug as I grabbed the plates to help set the table.

"Mhmm," she hummed as I passed her.

Smiling as I finished setting the table, I could hear when Blake joined her friends. Hushed voices followed by giggles.

Dinner with everyone went well. The food was good, conversation flowed, and Cole was surprisingly in a good mood.

When steaks were devoured, we all scattered. Cole and Kayla had gotten dish duty and the rest of us relaxed.

I had just laid down and shut my eyes when a warm body slid into bed with me. When I turned, I was met with her icey blue eyes. With the light of the moon and the contrast of her dark hair, her eyes glowed.

"Hey," I whispered as I pulled her smaller frame into mine.

"Hey," she whispered back with a smile. Sliding her arms around my middle, she snuggled into my chest.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," she said as she looked up at me. "Just didn't want to sleep in my bed tonight. Is it okay if I'm here?"

Massaging the base of her neck, I breathed her sweet scent into my lungs. "There's no one I'd rather have in my bed tonight."

When she started to respond, I stopped her. Tracing her supple lips with my thumb. Exhaustion was taking over and my head spun as I lowered my mouth over hers. Relishing the sweet mint of her toothpaste and smiling.

"No more talking," I said in a low grumble before gently claiming her mouth again. Kissing her slowly as my hands roamed her soft curves. I realized how little she was wearing and knew she could feel how my body reacted to hers.

Exhaustion took us under and I woke to her fingers drawing patterns on my chest. Before I opened my eyes, I buried my face in her thick hair and inhaled deeply. Sunlight soaked the room in a pink glow and my eyes adjusted to the light.

"Mmmm," I trailed off enjoying the feeling of her wrapping her arms around me.

"Morning," she said against my chest. With a giggle, she said, "I've heard of morning wood, but damn, Ryder!"

Moving her hands to my crotch, I groaned as she wrapped her small hands around me. Pushing her forehead against my chest, she created space between us. Watching herself as she stroked me.

My head swam with the flood of pleasure she was stirring. I quickly realized I didn't want her attention, not like that. With a small shove, I rolled to my back.

"Ryder?" Completely confused by my rejection, I played it off.

"Hm?"

"Not in the mood?"

"Quite the opposite, I am in the mood."

"Okay?"

"Sit on my face," I said, making myself comfortable and removing one of the pillows from beneath my head.

"Um," she said and then stopped. When I looked at her she had a curious smile.

"You heard me." I didn't wait, lifting her with ease, I pulled her on top of my chest. Pressing her hands to my shoulders, she looked down at me in disbelief. When she didn't move, I said, "Fine. Let me help."

Doing a shimmy, I scooted down on the bed beneath her. She had to make the final shift.

"Don't keep me waiting, sweetheart. I'm starving."

With a final huff, I watched as she bit her lip and mounted my face. Her lip tucked between her teeth, I watched her reaction to the flick of my tongue.

Her body shook as she gasped. Lazily flicking my tongue over her sensitive bud of nerves, she reached up and gripped the headboard.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I held her locked to my face. Burying my head into her sweet flesh, I moaned, closed my eyes, and delved deeper. Her hips jerked and I held her tighter.

Sweet mewling noises escaped her as her body fought to distance itself from my attack. There was no relenting. A gush of her sweet cream coated my chin and I chased it with my tongue. Dipping into her core, I pushed in and out of her.

Gasping my name, she fueled my hunger. With every action, I wanted to know how her body would react to mine.

Sliding a hand over her, I toyed with her clit as I fucked her with my tongue. Using the bed to help her, she rocked against my face and I hummed in approval.

I nipped at her clit as I nuzzled my head deeper. Holding it between my teeth, I flicked my tongue wildly as she bit down on her hand to quiet the scream that nearly escaped.

Shifting, reaching up to support her back, I sat up with her still wrapped around my shoulders. Dropping her to the bed and embedding two fingers deep in her pussy.

She writhed beneath me as I lowered my mouth over her again. Her hands dug into my hair as her body rolled and bucked.

Sliding my fingers through her slick folds, I felt her clench. She was close. I snatched a condom from the nightstand and ripped it with my teeth, rolling it on one handed.

Launching myself up her body, I replaced my fingers with my cock.

Teasing her entrance, she begged, "Please Ryder!"

"You want me to fuck you, Blake?"

"Yes! God yes!"

"I'll fuck you, but you're not coming until I say so."

Her eyes went wide as her jaw dropped. I knew how close she was but I was riding the edge too. Pleasing her was just as fulfilling for me as it was for her.

With the taste of her still on my tongue I took her mouth with mine and thrust into her. Burying my dick deep. Her nails bit into my back and her breath slammed from her lungs.

She moaned my name as she clung to me. I needed my release as badly as I needed to hear and feel hers. My abs tightened and I felt the fray of my own release pulling.

Moving my hips with a bruising pace, she screamed. I pulled her back to me and swallowed her cries.

"You ready to unravel for me, baby?" I said into her mouth. Her inner walls tightened and she whimpered. "Words, Blake."

"Yes," she cried.

Gripping her at her neck, I whispered harshly, "Do it! Come for me."

Her back arched and she clawed at my back, breaking skin. Her reaction was wild and raw. I loved it. Watching her, feeling her orgasm from within her, sent me over the edge.

Neither of us were able to speak right away, but as the smells from breakfast wafted into the room she turned to me.

"I feel like I haven't eaten in years. I think you're burning all my calories." With a moan she slid from the bed.

"That bacon does smell good," I said as I propped myself up on my elbow and watched her.

"Probably Kayla. She has been talking about making bacon the last couple days."

"Sounds good to me."

"Are you coming down?"

"Yeah. I'll be down in a few. I'm debating a shower."

As I rolled to my back she gave me a naughty grin and kissed me upside down. She made her way back to her room and then downstairs as I showered and got dressed for the day.

As I made my way downstairs, Cole greeted me and gave me a bright smile, "Mornin'," as he went out the front door.

I greeted him back and wondered what had gotten him in such a good mood.

Kayla and Emily made breakfast, as Blake had suspected. Pancakes, bacon and scrambled eggs with cheese.

"Better be careful, there may not be enough for everyone, I could eat all of this!" Blake said as Kayla bumped her out of the way of the bacon and the two began bantering about how much bacon they each would have.

We were all chatting and serving up food when Kayla went cold. Her eyes went wide as Cole stepped back into the house with a newcomer. I watched Blake's smile fall when she followed Kayla's gaze.

"The party has arrived, motherfuckers!" The newcomer yelled. He was just as loud and obnoxious as Cole could be. Dropping a duffle bag at his feet, he held his arms wide as he made his grand entrance.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Kayla scowled at Cole and then gave a disgusted grunt to the new guy. "You invited him? Out of all people, him?!"

"What's up, Kayla? Miss me?" The man walked towards her and tilted his head to one side.

Trying to gauge the situation, I looked to the others. Kayla was at Blake's side while the other two girls were staring at them.

Scott and Jamison had tucked their heads and busied themselves with their breakfast.

"Miss you? Fuck no, I didn't miss you!" Kayla spit out.

"I'm actually not hungry, excuse me." Blake walked out of the kitchen and headed straight for the stairs. Kayla followed, shoving past the new guest.

"Hey baby," the newcomer said, trying to slide up to Blake as she passed.

Cole laughed with him and dragged him down the hall. All I could hear Cole say was, "Let's get you a room."

When they were safely out of earshot, I said, "What was that about?"

"He brought him because of you and Blake," Scott said without looking up from the platters of food.

"What do you mean?" I leaned up against the counter and looked at him.

"I almost want to tell you, but I can't. It isn't my business."

I looked around the space, Jamison and the girls had grabbed their food and went to sit and eat. "Scott, just tell me."

"Troy is Blake's ex. The rest, you'll have to get from Blake."

I reeled at the information. Troy had barely greeted Blake. Thinking about how harshly Kayla had turned on Cole, it wouldn't have been for nothing.

Scott heaved a heavy sigh and nodded towards the back porch. When he knew we were alone he lowered his voice and said, "Give her some space. Him being here is not okay. She will not be okay. Stay close and be there when she is ready to talk, but this really does need to come from her."

I looked up at the windows of the second floor and wondered what was so upsetting. The possibilities and theories raced through my mind like a bad daydream.

Knowing that Blake had heard about my ex, how bad could Troy be? There was something unsettling about the house's reaction to Troy.

As Scott made his way back in, I texted Blake. I wanted her to know that I was there to support her even if I had no idea how.