Ryder Mathis

Blake had disappeared into her room and hadn't come out. When I noticed Kayla leave her, I tried to see if I could sneak in, but Blake had locked her side of the bathroom. She hadn't responded to my text, either.

By that evening, random people filtered through the house. It wasn't until deep base shook the house that I realized what was going on.

Before I fully stepped into the hall, I could hear Kayla and Cole at the other end with their hushed voices.

"No. This... Whatever this is, is over," Kayla fumed.

"What? Just because I brought Troy here?" He gave her a humorless laugh.

"Yes!"

"You fucking him too?" His tone went serious.

"Are you seriously that dense or is that your go-to insult? You know why I'm pissed." I could hear her footfalls before they stopped abruptly.

"Oh yeah? Why?"

"Because you fucking idiot! He nearly-"

The walls practically moved as bass dropped. I couldn't hear anything else. She came storming by me.

When she reached Blake's door, she turned and bent her finger to me to come over. Leaning on the wall of the hall outside Blake's room, I heaved a heavy sigh.

"You keep an eye on that bastard, understand." She pointed a finger at my chest.

"I don't even know-"

"You don't need to know, just watch out for our girl tonight, alright?"

"Of course."

She gave me a stiff nod before disappearing into the room.

The house was filled with people I didn't know and the scene brought me right back to college. All the girls of the house disappeared except Emily, who spent most of the night in Jamison's lap.

Grabbing myself a beer, I situated myself in the living room so that I had a clear view of the main points of flow of the house. I watched as people came and went, drinks were poured and spilled, and the crowd ebbed.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I went for another beer. One look and my direction changed.

Outside was quieter and the treble from the music died as I reached the dock. All that remained was the rhythmic thumping of the base and the occasional laugh from the porch and pool.

The boathouse seemed quiet, but I was willing to wait. I sipped on the water I had snagged from the counter on my way out.

"Ryder?" Her voice was soft and I searched my surroundings for her. "In the boat."

"Blake?" As I stepped into the boat my eyes adjusted to the dark. Huddled, wrapped in a blanket, Blake was in the far corner of the bench seat. "Hey."

"Hey yourself," she said quietly.

"You doing okay?" I sank down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

Laying her head against me, she nodded. "I just needed the quiet."

The boat rocked gently in the water as we sat in silence. Eventually, the sound of the water around us dulled the sounds coming from the house.

"Will you talk to me about what happened earlier?"

She heaved a sigh and sat up. She stood and turned her back to the house, shrouding her face in shadow. "Can I ask you something first?"

"Of course."

"I'd really like you to be honest with me. From the moment your door closed, the first day here, I felt like there was heat between us. What made you stop?"

"Honestly? I have a sister who I am protective over. When Cole made it clear that he was protective of you, I wanted to respect him; respect you." I paused trying to find the right words to say. "No matter who the guy is, no matter how good of a guy he could be, that guy will never be good enough for my sister. That is how I saw Cole's aggression towards me."

She tilted her head to one side and light illuminated enough of her face, I could see her smile. With another deep breath, she seemed to brace herself for what she had to say.

"Troy is my ex," she said with a shake in her tone. "He and I dated for two years at the end of high school. Cole and Troy had grown up together, through one sport or another, they always ended up playing together. By high school, we all ended up at the same school. By that point, Cole was always at Troy's or Troy was at our house."

Remembering what Scott had told me, I didn't know their families had been close. Thankful for her opening up about it, I kept my mouth shut and let her talk.

"Troy always flirted. Cole always tried to put his foot down, but Cole stopped caring so much and Troy and I kind of just fell into a relationship." She fell silent, playing with the fringe of the blanket she was wrapped in. "Everything was great until he realized I wouldn't put out."

In the darkness, I locked eyes with her. There was something that I hadn't seen in her before, concern and worry. Not for sharing the story, but more for how I would react.

She shook her head and looked to the floor of the boat, continuing on, "At the time, I had been interested in guys, but the whole sexual aspect just wasn't something I wasn't ready for. He started getting bolder and openly would flirt with anyone in a skirt. He did it just to push me to react, but I never let it phase me. I guess it all kinda added up."

"What do you mean?"

"After we graduated, he started acting differently. He stopped wanting to go on dates or hang out. He even cut Cole out for a while. Then out of the blue, he invited me to a party at his place. I didn't fully trust his motives, so Kayla came with me. Trying to be smart about it, we worked out a buddy system where we weren't alone for too long."

She stopped and stared out across the water. When she didn't continue, I walked over and wrapped my arms around her. She tucked herself into my chest and shivered.

"Do you want to go back in? Get warm?" I suggested.

Shaking her head, Blake lay her head on my chest. She wound her arms around my waist and clung to me.

"I don't know what happened at that party," she admitted.

"The one Troy invited you to?"

"Yeah. I didn't drink that much, but there are so many holes in my memory of that night."

"What do you remember?"

"When we got there, we grabbed drinks. I had a beer, but the Kayla chose soda and booze. I remember dancing with her and then Troy found us. He and I danced and made out a bit. Kayla had gone to the bathroom and Troy got me a drink. I remember he disappeared to check on a beer run, but from there, things got fuzzy. I ended up waking up the next morning at Kayla's and a text from Troy saying that he didn't want to be with me anymore."

"Was Kayla able to fill in any of the holes?"

"Yeah..."

"And?" I asked it without thinking. She didn't respond. I leaned back and cupped her cheeks, urging her to look up at me. Tears streamed down her face as more threatened to spill. "I'm sorry I asked," I said as I pulled her back into my chest and held her.

With a whimpering sob, she pushed against me and looked up at me. "Kayla thinks he drugged my drink. She told me I'd disappeared and when she went looking for me, Troy had-" Another sob wracked her, but didn't stop her. "She thinks he drugged me."

My blood boiled.

Holding still, I kept my outward appearance void of the emotions that were rising to the top.

"Please say something," she pleaded.

"Why does she think that?"

"When she found me, I was naked in his bed. She said I was super out of it and he was taking off his clothes when she came in. They argued, she ended up punching him and kicked him out of the room. She got me dressed and took me back to her place."

"What about Cole?"

"He didn't believe that Troy would do something like that. Still doesn't."

Troy's smug face came to mind and all I wanted to do was punch him.

"Ryder." Her thumb on my chin brought my attention back to her. "Please don't do anything about this. I want it to stay in my past."

Cole doesn't, I thought. I kept my thoughts to myself and held her tighter. "I don't know that I can promise you that," I told her honestly. "If he tries anything while we are still here, I'm not sure I'll be able to ignore it."

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to hers. I didn't want to talk about Cole or Troy anymore and I knew better than to tell her lies.

When her body relaxed into mine and she began to kiss me back, I rolled her into my lap. She let out a small moan as she wrapped her arms around me.

"Please," Blake said quietly. Pushing her forehead against mine and separating our mouths, she closed her eyes and whispered, "Please don't do anything? I just want to keep having a good time with you."

"I cannot, honestly, tell you that I won't do anything. Knowing he took advantage of you makes me beyond mad. The fact that your brother doesn't believe you or Kayla, makes me ten times madder. All I can promise is that I will not instigate anything."

"You can't just promise that you won't-"

"Won't what?" I sat back and made her look into my eyes. "Won't sit by if he tries something with you again?" I snapped.

"What?! No, I just want-"

"Blake," I cupped her face, "I will not sit by while someone takes advantage of you. Hear me?" Her eyes went wide as she realized what I had said. "It is not who I am, Blake."

A moment passed and she nodded. "O-okay. Thank you, Ryder."

The worry in her eyes quickly melted into something much darker. Heat rose and she shifted her weight. Sliding one leg and then the other, she straddled my lap. With a roll of her hips, she rubbed against me.

Torturously slow, she teased me while holding my gaze. The anger subsided into hunger.

In a firestorm of passion, she gripped the back of my head and claimed my mouth. My hands were everywhere on her, memorizing every soft curve her body had to offer me.

"I want you," she breathed into my mouth.

"You sure, Trouble?"

"Yes," she panted into my ear.

I know I wasn't gentle as I plunged my hand into her sweatpants.

"Is this soaking wet pussy for me, Trouble?"

There were no words, only a beautiful sound from the back of her throat.

Gliding my fingers along her slit, she rocked against my hand as I brushed over her clit. Pushing deeper, I palmed her sensitive bud as I slid two fingers into her tight pussy.

"Oh fuck," she huffed into my neck.

"You like that, Blake?"

"Fuck yes, but-"

Setting the pace, I plunged in and out of her as my palm moved against her soft flesh. Clawing against my back, she gasped for a full breath.

"But what, Blake?"

"I want-"

I smoothed a hand down her chest, feeling her body react to mine. She was bare beneath her shirt which made pinching her nipple through the thin fabric more enjoyable. Her hips bucked and her words were lost in a breathy moan.

"Yes?"

"Fuck! I want your dick!"

I chuckled as she threw her head against my shoulder and bit into my collar. Suppressing her cries, she panted and whimpered as I continued my assault.

Her inner walls tightened and I withdrew my fingers. Crying out, she grabbed hold of the rail behind me as she used it to rock hard against my hand, eager for more friction.

Amused by her impatience, I pulled her head back to look down at her.

"How bad, baby?"

"What?"

"How bad do you want me to bury my dick in that sweet little pussy?" At my words, her body shook.

"Like I need my next breath," she trembled.

"Then we shouldn't wait another moment longer. Take your pants off, Blake?"

The corner of her mouth curled and she slid from my hands. The blanket slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her heels.

She hooked her thumbs into the band of her pants and dragged them down her legs. Shifting her weight, she freed one leg at a time as I stared in awe.

"Fuck, you're sexy," I ground out between clenched teeth.

She slinked back to me, swaying her hips seductively. As she climbed back into my lap, my hands smoothed over the soft skin of her perfect ass.

"I think you're still wearing too many clothes, Ryder."

"Easier access than your clothes were." I reached between us with one hand and quickly undid my belt, button, and yanked the zipper down.

A naughty grin played on her lips as she slipped her hands under my shirt and started lower. When her fingers reached the band of my boxers, I shuddered.

"Off," she growled in my ear.

Wrapping a strong arm under her ass, I lifted her, stood, and shoved my pants and boxers down. When I sat us down, I lowered us to the seat and found her bare pussy against my cock.

Tilting her hips, she closed her eyes and rubbed her slick heat on me. We both moaned and talking became irrelevant.

As needy as she was, I didn't want to wait either. I lifted her slightly and my dick raised to follow her. Angling at her entrance, I pushed her down and around my cock; driving all the way into her.

Her back lulled back and her fingers dug into my shoulders. She tightened around me. Breath leaving my lungs, I cursed with the exhale.

She moaned my name and my blood surged. I needed release and it needed to come from her.

Her hips moved and mine followed. Chasing the rhythm until we collided and made the pleasure burst. The soft sounds she made turned into melodic moans in my ear.

Blake's body tightened around me and I picked up the pace. Hammering into her, her legs shook as she slowed her pace and allowed me to take over.

"Arms around my neck, Blake. I need to fuck you harder." I stood and she did as I asked.

Standing in the center of the boat, she anchored herself to me. Excitement rushed through me as I repositioned, sliding my arms under her knees and gripping her ass.

Bending my knees, I bucked my hips up into hers. Slowly working up to a hurried pace, her breathy meawls drove me wild.

With a clench from her, I swelled.

"I'm so close. Fuck!" She cried.

Dropping to my knees, I plunged deeper. Bracing a foot by her side, I pushed hard into her. Her back left the floor and she screamed in pleasure.

With a final push, I went over the edge. Spilling into her, I felt her core squeeze and her legs shake.

Cupping her face, I watched her eyes roll back as she gasped for a breath. Rolling to her side, I held her to me as her orgasm wrecked her.

Blake breathed a sigh of content when she finished. Still buried inside her, I held her close.

It was only then that the cool air off the lake was felt, she shuddered as she tried to cuddle closer. When that didn't warm her, she withdrew and pulled on her sweatpants before she wrapped the blanket over both of us.

With a chuckle, I whispered into her hair, "I have a better idea." I kissed the top of her head and stood up. Fixing my pants, I watched her as a slow smile caressed her lips.

Scooping her up, I walked us back to the house. Without a single complaint, she lay her head against my chest. Up the stairs of the back deck and through the kitchen, then living room. I'd made it to the stairs before Cole called out.

"What the fuck are you doing with my sister, Ryder?"

Standing near the entryway with a blond under his arm, I took a glance and saw Troy on the other side.

I wasn't going to respond, but Blake did. She didn't move from my chest, but clear and loud, she said, "Go suck an egg, Cole."

Partygoers 'oohed' and stared as Cole and Troy stood there, not knowing what to say or do. With a cocky grin, I continued up the stairs, past her room and straight to mine.