Blake Hunt

"I have a confession," saying it as I drew shapes on his toned skin with my fingertips.

"Anything I should be worried about? I've already met the crazy ex," he joked. We laughed together before he rolled towards me, giving me his full attention. "So, what is this confession?"

"I already have an apartment lined up for when I get to Pittsburgh."

"When are you supposed to move in?"

"When I'm done here."

"Do you have pictures?"

"I can pull up the site," I said as I leaned back and grabbed my phone from the side table.

Pulling up the site, I handed my phone to Ryder. He scrolled and swiped in silence.

"How do you feel about getting... not this?" He asked.

"You don't like it?"

"I do, if it were your place, alone. If you're serious about us moving in together, though, then lets get a little more space."

"I am!" Nearly insulted by the thought that he thought I wouldn't be serious. "What's wrong with this apartment?"

"Too small, plus, you're still thinking single. We aren't single anymore, are we, Blake?"

Flutters erupted in my belly as I took in his handsome features. His green eyes gleamed as his mouth morphed into a crooked smile.

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that we are going to be living together, we aren't just friends. Although I'm assuming, we aren't going to have separate bedrooms. So-"

"So, will you be my boyfriend?" My eyes widened and I chewed on my lip watching his reaction.

"I was going to say we needed more closet room, but it seems you just took my next question from me." The corners of his mouth twitched.

"I don't want to be your boyfriend, but I do want to be your girlfriend and I agree, we will need more room for our things."

He poked my side, I crumpled into a fit of laughter.

"My answer is yes," he said as he guided my chin to look up at him. "I want you to be mine. I want to be yours."

Heat blasted through me as his eyes locked onto my mouth.

"Mine," I said in a low and seductive tone.

"Mine," he repeated. His voice was husky and full of need.

His hands slid over my curves and pulled me into his warmth. Our lips whispered mindless promises of the things to come.

Wrapping my arms around him, I opened my mouth to him. Tongues dancing, hands roaming, seductive passion sending tremors from one body to the other, and the unspoken words that were declared through the gentle handling of each other was a welcome, yet foreign, feeling for me.

Separating only to check that the door was still locked and to find a condom, we could hear the house come to life as guests began to arrive.

Completely different from every other time that we'd come together, this time had been different. I felt worshiped and cherished with the way he moved and moved me.

Slow and full of passion, we made love well into the evening.

Breathing heavy, hair glued to my face, he kissed down my spine. The aftershock of pleasure sent shudders through me. His dark chuckle vibrated through me as he wrapped his arms around me and cuddled closer.

"We need a shower," I suggested.

"Who says we need to shower?"

"If we want to go down for the party, we probably shouldn't wreak of sex."

"Your wish is my command." Scooping me up, I wrapped my legs around his middle.

Ryder's steps faltered when I dragged my tongue up the column of his neck. His salted taste mixed with the spice of his scent and it made me wild.

I gasped as my back slammed into the frigid tile wall of the bathroom. Moaning at the feeling f his hardened length pressing against my slit On instinct, I moved my hips against his.

"If we don't stop, I will fuck you all damn night!" His fist buried in my hair, yanked my head back to expose my neck to him, and he scraped his teeth teasingly.

"Do it," I moaned.

The sound Ryder made was animalistic, feral as his mouth ravaged my neck and chest.

His free hand gripped at my tit roughly, forcing his name from my lips n a breathless pant.

Our bodies came together with raw need for pleassure.

His hips pushed into me and I felt him stop short as his tip entered me, unsheethed. His eyes met mine, wide with shock.

"Should I-"

"Don't stop. Please don't stop," I pleaded with him.

His jaw clenched as he drove deep.

The sensation was intense. Without protection, he seemed larger. Thick and throbbing, Ryder groaned as my body adjusted and gripped his.

"Fuck, Blake. Perfect fucking fit. You feel so damn good." His hips jolted. I could feel him twitch inside me. Using his shoulders and the wall, I leveraged myself to ride him.

Ryder pressed his face into my chest as I took control. Pushing and pulling him for the intoxicating friction our bodies were creating.

His hands gripped the flesh of my ass, encouraging and supporting my movements.

I was starving for more of him.

My orgasm was building quickly and before it hit, I craved another one.

"I need more," I huffed my confession.

"You have all of me," his voice was as rough as mine had been.

With that, he pushed me back to the wall, restraining my movements and slowly pushed into me with his thighs meeting my hips.

A silent scream passed through my lips. Buried so completely inside of me, I clawed at his back.

A tremor then a shake. I quickly came apart in his arms. He wasn't done. His hips paused for a moment, relishing the clenching of my muscles, then with a thunderous pace.

My back hit the tile over and over with the force of his thrusts. Screaming out, my body exploded around his again as he got his finish. His hot cum mixing with mine, dripping down my ass and sounding on the tile below.

Wrenching my face to his, he swallowed my screams, quieting them into shuddered moans.

Both of us fought to get breaths between kisses and breathless passionate moments.

"Fuck, Blake! You're going to milk me fucking dry!"

With a laugh I said, "And I could do this all day with you!"

"Exactly my point!" With a grunt, he withdrew his cock and replaced it with his thick fingers.

"Again," I ushered him.

Hoisting me higher, his mouth clamped down on my nipple. Sucking, scraping his teeth, and biting; building my pleasure into a feverish need.

Then his fingers found it. The spot within me that made me cry out, cling to him, shudder uncontrollably, and convulse as my vision went white and I came all over his hand.

Breathing hard, I collapsed on his shoulder.

"I don't think I can move," I whispered into his soft skin.

"Then don't" He moved us to the shower and slowly ran the water over us. Washing each other and admiring each other's bodies in the process.

I floated through the process of getting dressed, putting on makeup, and feeling party ready in a blissful cloud of happiness.

Descending the stairs together, there wasn't a single thought about the eyes we knew were on us. We found space on the home-made dance floor with people milling around us.

Locking each other in our arms, we swayed and moved to the rhythm of the music as it pounded through the house.

With my head on his chest during a slower song, his body went stiff before I overheard the commission coming from behind me. I knew it had to be serious when Ryder stopped dancing to reach for my hand and follow him.

Standing in the kitchen were a few people, but the commotion was between Cole and Troy in a heated exchange.

"I saw you!" Cole stood his ground against Troy.

Troy shook his head and continued to make a mixed drink in a red plastic cup. "You must have been hallucinating, my friend. I didn't do shit."

"The fuck you didn't I just watched you add something to her drink!" Cole said, pointing an accusing finger at the drink Troy was missing.

"Of course I added something to it, it is a mixed drink." Troy rolled his eyes and went to hand the drink to the pretty brunette standing beside him.

She eyed the drink and then Cole, ask with her eyes if he was sure.

As Troy turned to get himself a beer, Kayla was there, taking the drink from the girl he was with. "Gim'me this for a moment, sweetheart. We can check."

"I don't understand where all this is coming from," Troy said, not noticing Kayla. "Is this all because Blake claims," he air quoted the word, "that I did something to her? I didn't. She was always loyal to me and willing to make me happy. Sorry you can't accept that she'd want to suck my dick, bro."

He had aimed the comment at Cole and it was clear he had gotten the desired effect. I quickly slipped from Ryder and pushed in front of my brother. Things would get bloody if he wasn't stopped.

Cole's fist was cocked back, ready to strike as I pulled his attention to me. "Stop, Cole. He isn't worth it."

He locked eyes with me with rage and was repulsed by the entire situation. His face pinched, almost asking me if I was sure I wanted him to stop. I knew he would beat the hell out of him if I gave him the go-ahead.

Behind me, Troy taunted, "Look at you being held back by a small, weak, female. You really need your sister's permission to throw a punch, Cole?"

My jaw tightened and I closed my eyes as I turned to face him. "You're not worth it."

Over his shoulder, the girl who he had made the drink for was watching Kayla.

"Blake," Kayla said as she showed me the back of her phone. A small sticker was split color and I knew, instantly, what it meant. "You're full of shit, Troy." She said, still looking at me as she poured the contents of the cup down the drain.

"What the fuck, Kayla? That wasn't made for you. You have no right to dump it!" Troy's ears, cheeks, and neck were red.

She came around the poor girl who would have been Troy's next victim, sheilding her from Troy and any move he would have tried to do. In a calm voice Kayla dictated, "I have every right to protect women from you. I have every right to dump that drugged drink you gave her. I have every right to lay you out on your overly entitled white ass."

He scoffed. "You're delusional. The drink was fine."

"No, it wasn't, actually." I could feel the eyes of those around us as I spoke up. "The small sticker on the back of Kayla's phone says that the drink was drugged. I'm guessing she tested it while you were getting your own drink. The spot is something we used in college after what you did to me. It detects date-rape drugs. If it changes colors, the drink isn't safe."

"Are you serious? I feel like I'm being set up. You jealous, sweetheart?" His tone dripped with his egotism as he tried to press into my space.

I backed up and turned my head away from him to avoid him. A strong hand landed on his chest, pushing him back as my back hit the person behind me.

Standing in my support, my brother said, "Back off my sister, Troy."

Before Troy could say anything more, I mumbled, "You know what, Troy?"

"Oh this 'otta be good. What sweetheart?" He got a dumb look on his face like he was trying to act better or wiser than me.

My fists balled at my sides. I said, "I don't know what I ever saw in you."

He puffed his chest and was about to speak when I swung my arm. My knuckles collided with the side of his cheek, knocking him off balance, and sending him into the counter he had fixed the drink on. Falling on his ass, he looked up at me, eyes wide as he rubbed his reddening cheek.

"Not so bad for a," I paused to look up at the ceiling before looking back at him, "small, weak, female, was it?"

Claps and cheers erupted from the crowd that had gathered around us. My brother letting out a hearty laugh behind me. My hand hurt, but I knew I had gotten him good. Cole was the one who taught me to throw punches.

"Not bad at all, sis. Now get the fuck out of our house, asshole."

Troy had no more words. He had no more power in our home. Scrambling to his feet, he ran for his room to pack his shit.

"Can someone make sure he leaves, please. I don't want to be the one to have to deal with him." Cole called out to the on lookers. Several guys followed Troy and helped him out of the house.

Cole wrapped his arms around me and whispered into my ear, "I'm sorry I hadn't believed you. I am just as big of an ass as he is."

When I turned, guilt was written all over his face. I smoothed my hand over his cheek and said, "You are an ass, but not nearly as bad as Troy. I love you. You're my brother. I always hoped you'd come around and see that he wasn't as great as he led you to believe, but it needed to be you that saw it."

"Still, I'm sorry."

There was an easy silence that settled between us as the party resumed around us. A tap on my shoulder separated or hug.

Kayla gave an adoring look from Cole to me. "Mind if I borrow my man?"

I looked to Cole who looked happily surprised and I said, "Of course. Take good care of him."

"Always have," she replied with a wicked look in her eye.

"Ryder," Cole shouted, only to turn around and find him waiting with a bag of ice, wrapped in one of the dish towels. "You! You have my permission."

"Thanks," Ryder chuckled. "Not that I needed it."

Cole arched a brow as he slung his arm over Kayla's shoulder. "Don't get cocky."

"He isn't getting cocky," I joined the banter. Tucking myself into Ryder's frame as he placed the ice on my hand. "We're moving in together when we get to Pittsburgh."

Cole's jaw hit the floor before he fumbled for words to say. He didn't get the chance to say much before Kayla whispered something in his ear and captured his full attention.

"Really?" He asked her.

"Let's go talk," she winked at me and they hurried off.

"How's it feel?" Ryder was in my ear, nuzzling into the hair at the base of my neck.

I closed my eyes and said, "Worth it."

The rest of the party faded from my memory. Ryder and I spent most of it dancing until our legs were too tired to stand and chatting about our future.

We had figured out that we would leave the way we came and meet in Pittsburgh the following week. He needed time to gather his things and make sure he could store the rest with his parents.

The summer was just beginning and at the same time, it felt like it was coming to a close. By far it would be the most memorable summer of my life.