Ryker Fox

Lakeside Apartments

I had a total girl moment before I left the house and couldn't decide what to wear. I wasn't that nervous up until this point, but I now found myself about to jump out of my skin.

I finally decided on black slacks, a white buttoned top, and a black overcoat with brown shoes and a brown belt. I did a quick look over of my clothes as I tried to control my breathing while I waited for someone to answer the door.

I was starting to realize how long it had been since I went on a proper date, and this one was really important. I wanted it to go well, but I also had the unfortunate honor of telling her what I found out from Dexter  this afternoon. The apparent reason why Sheila planted that camera. Once Emma found out, it could potentially change everything. I didn't want things to change, I liked the way they were going.

My plan was to just try to relax for now and enjoy this night with an incredible woman. I'll worry about telling her later. For now, I have to try to put it out of my mind.

I was startled to finally hear the front door swing open. Emma's  friend Gina  stood on the other side, beaming from ear to ear. She looked me over, seeming to approve.

"Well look at you, Mr. Fancy Pants! Get your ass in here." She gestured for me to come inside and I gave her a friendly smile as I stepped into the living room.

I liked Gina. I didn't know her too well, but she gave me a good vibe. She seems like a good friend to Emma. I liked that she had someone who would genuinely watch her back. I certainly didn't mind watching Emma's back myself, but that's another story entirely.

"Let me just go see if she's ready." There was a giddy excitment to her voice as she skipped down the hallway. I chuckled to myself, taking note how shaky my voice sounded.

I had been out with women before obviously. Some celebrities, even. But this time was new and different. I never felt like this before with anyone, so it felt like more was riding on this to go well. From the moment I saw Emma Riley  she drew me in like a moth to a flame. That's never happened to me before. Sure I had seen women I thought was attractive, but it was like I needed  her, and needing someone was a scary feeling to me.

I lost my train of thought completely as Gina walked in with a grin on her face, she stepped away to reveal Emma shyly standing behind her. She looked as nervous as I felt.

My mouth dropped open as I looked at her up and down. Goddamnit. God fucking damnit. Every single delicious curve stood out in her tight little mini skirt and short lace top.

I could feel myself harden as I took note what easy access it would be to devour all of those curves. I shoved my hands into my pockets, trying to hold myself back. My hands wanted to explore underneath that skirt. My face wanted to be buried in that generous clevage.

My eyes made their way to her beautiful face, and she was blushing. She seemed to notice me staring at her incredible body as she tried adjusting her shirt to cover more of her breasts. But it was a lost cause. She could never hide those puppies in a million years, and I wasn't mad about it.

"Fuck..are you trying to kill me?" She looked up from adjusting herself to my face, and she nervously bit her lip when she recognized the hungry look in my eyes. Oh, I was hungry alright. I was starving, in fact.

"You look very handsome." She gushed as she took in my appearance and took a deep breath, her chest heaving up and down. Mmm. Ryker Junior is very pleased.

"Why thank you, Emma." I could hear the hunger in my voice as I flashed her a flirty smile. I said 'Why thank you, Emma.' But what I was really saying was 'Sit on my face so I can make you scream, Emma.'

We stared at each other for a moment, with smirks on both our faces. Her eyes burned into mine and something in them made me want to throw her over my shoulder and take her to bed.

We had almost forgot Gina  was in the room until she spoke up and broke the intense silence. "Okayyy..so you two are totally going to end up ripping each other's clothes off." Emma  broke our eye contact and shot Gina a dirty look, silently telling her to shut up. I couldn't help but laugh, I found Gina's  blunt honesty hilarious. She wasn't wrong either. All goes well and I'm marking my territory with my tongue.

Emma  rolled her eyes at Gina and turned her focus back to me. She tried and failed to hide her nerves as she realized I was still staring at her, just a little too intensely.

"So..where to?" She shrugged and pressed her lips together, waiting for me to respond. Oh, right. In my mind the date had passed and we were in bed already.

Sit down, Ryker Junior. You'll get your turn. Tonight is about getting to know Emma, and I had to admit to being excited about that. I realized I knew very little about her or her past. I wanted to know her, on more than just a sexual level. God, she's just so damn fine though. Rawr.

"Follow me and you'll find out." I held my arm out, inviting her to take it. She eyed me suspiciously, obviously irritated I didnt give her a straight answer.

"For God's sake, stop being stubborn and take the man's arm." Gina's  voice sounded persistent as she urged Emma  to go for it. Another thing I liked about Gina. She inspires her to be brave and go out of her comfort zone. Whether Emma  likes it or not.

Emma  looked annoyed at being told what to do, but she complied and took my arm. It was a strange thing to say I suppose, but even the way she touched my arm felt amazing. My body automatically reacted to us being this close, and if Gina  wasn't present I'd be tempted to ravish her right here.

"Hey, pretty boy." Gina  pulled me out of my delicious train of thought by snapping her fingers, demanding my attention. Both Emma and I  looked away from each other and to her, startled by the sudden intensity of her voice.

"Before you take off into the night with her, we have to go over a couple of things." Gina  folded her arms and stared me down. I smiled as I realized, this was the 'break her heart and I'll break your balls' talk. This redhead was a definite firecracker.

I smiled and nodded for her to continue. Emma seemed nervous about what her outspoken friend was about to say. She was trying to send her silent signals to watch her mouth, but Gina's  focus was on me.

"See this beautiful woman right here?" Gina motioned to Emma, who flushed a bright pink. I grinned and stole a glance at Emma. Oh, I saw her alright.

"This is my best friend. But she's more than that, this girl is family." There was a protective edge to Gina's voice that I really appreciated. "I'm trusting you to show her a good time, and above all to respect her. I'm telling you..this woman has been through enough to get hurt again." There was something serious in Gina's voice as she exchanged knowing glances with Emma, who looked down at the ground.

It made me wonder what all she had been through. It scared me, because if I ended up hurting her I'd hate myself forever. But at this point, I couldn't promise that wouldn't happen. Not after I tell her about Sheila.

"I'm trusting you, Ryker. Break my trust and I swear to God." Gina waved her index finger at me, her brown eyes intense. "I don't give a damn how famous you are. I'll make it where no one will ever find your body. Not ever." Something in her voice told me she absolutely meant it, and I swallowed nervously. I had to admit, she was a little frightening.

"For God's sake, Gina." Emma  covered her face, looking embarrassed. I laughed, and squeezed her hand.

"It's okay, Emma." I turned my intention onto Gina,  who was still glaring at me. "I will take good care of her, you have my word." I meant it, too. Hurting Emma was the last thing I wanted to do, and I was going to do everything I could to make sure I didn't.

"Well, alright then. As long as we're clear." Gina seemed to accept this answer, and gave Emma a teasing wink. "Have fun you kids."

Her grin took up her entire face as she watched me lead Emma out the front door. Emma was still blushing, and did everything she could to avoid eye contact both Gina and me.

Emma Riley

Ryker  led me out to the parking lot and my jaw dropped when he walked towards a 2019 Lincoln Navigator Black Label  in a Chroma Blue Crystal exterior, silver rims and leather Coastal Blue interior. It was beautiful.

Ryker  took a set of keys out of his pocket and pushed a button that turned off the car alarm. He turned around and look back at me puzzled when I had stopped walking.

"Is something wrong?" He finally asked. He saw my eyes fixated on the car with my mouth still open, and he looked confused.

"That..." I motioned towards the car, still a little stunned. "...is the most beautiful car I've ever seen." Not to mention probably costs three times my yearly salary. It's definitely making my white Dodge Durango look a lot sadder in the parking lot.

He did a double take from me to his car and finally laughed. "You're overexaggerating. But thank you." He finally shrugged, and motioned for me to come closer.

I slowly took the few steps towards Ryker, having trouble keeping my eyes off his car. "Are you kidding, Ryker?! It's gorgeous." I exclaimed. I was almost afraid to sit in it. It was too  pretty. I felt poorer just standing next to it.

I looked at Ryker  to find him staring at me, a thoughtful look on his face. "No. You are gorgeous. This..is just a car." His voice was quiet and distant as if his mind was elsewhere. He took his hand and brushed a stray curl out of my face, before allowing his eyes to travel downward..to my body.

I started to feel a bit awkward and exposed. He wasn't just looking, he was staring. As if he was fantasizing. My mind started going to the gutter and I had visions of him fucking me silly in the backseat of that car.

Oh my God, did I really just think that? Ugh, I'm such a pervert. I could feel myself get hot and I covered my face, knowing well enough to know I was blushing.

I was afraid to look at him, but I could feel his eyes on me. I peaked through my hands at him to find a huge grin on his face.

"Something on your mind, baby?" His deep voice seemed to curl around the word baby and I took my hands away from my face just in time to see him coming closer.

Oh, God. Something about the look in his eyes made me feel like he was a predator and I was his prey, but I didn't want to run. I wanted to submit to him and let him do what he will with me. His six-foot-three stature towered over me as he backed me into his car.

I gulped. My lacey top did very little to protect me from the coldness of the car door on my back. His blue-gray eyes were locked onto my eyes, seeming to be silently commanding me to not look away.

He closed the space between us and sandwiched my body between the car and him. He rested one hand on the car beside my head, his other hand rested on my hip.

I stood frozen in place, as he brought his lips inches apart from mine. My lips naturally parted in response, eager to invite him in.

"You look like you have something on your mind." His bass voice was a purr and gave me shivers. I bit my bottom lip, which drew his eyes towards my mouth.

"Tell me what you're thinking about." It sounded like a command, but his voice was barely above a whisper.

His hand that was on my hip moved to my stomach just below my breast. He lowered his head and let himself get an eyeful of my clevage. With this obnoxious push-up bra Gina  made me wear, my boobs were practically spilled out on his chest.

Somewhere in me, the small part that could still manage to think logically, remembered the fact we were in public right now. There didn't appear to be anyone around or paying attention, but someone could walk out and see us at any moment.

"I-I was wondering where you were taking me." I lied. He grinned, as if he didn't buy it. I couldn't help but note his breathing was a little heavy, and with him pressed up against me I could feel he was rock hard.

"Are you sure that's what you were thinking? For a second I thought you were being naughty." He buried his face in my neck until he reached the spot he knew was sensitive and took my skin between his teeth.

"Ryker, we're in public--" my sentence caught off when a moan escaped my throat as I felt his hand grip my ass while he was biting my neck.

"Why are you so damn hot, Emma?" He growled the sentence into my neck before forcing himself to back away. He let out a frustrated grunt as he grabbed a handful of his messy dark hair.

I stood in the same place, still frozen. My chest heaving, I did my best to catch my breath. Part of me that was afraid someone would catch us was thankful he backed away. I wasn't going to be able to control myself a moment longer. But there was also a part of me, that wanted to tackle him and ride him right here in the parking lot in front of God and everybody.

He exhaled a deep breath and shut his eyes, as if trying to will himself to focus. "I apologize. I have a hard time controlling myself around you." He sounded genuinely sorry, afraid he came on too strong.

"It's..It's okay." I finally squeaked out, my hand on my chest while I still had a hard time breathing. I could still feel his mouth on my neck. His big, meaty hands on my body.

He smirked at me, and it made me realize I had been checking him out. He walked towards me again, only this time to open the door for me to get in.

"Dinner first, dessert later." There was a very suggestive tone to his voice and his eyes traveled down to my chest at the word dessert. He winked at me, and there was no mistaking what he meant.

He motioned for me to get inside the car, and I felt like I was going to pass out. "Shall we?"

Ryker Fox

On the way to dinner, there was a tension in the air that was suffocating. My penis was still throwing a fit, and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes on the road.

I found myself wanting to study her every reaction. I couldn't help but notice, she seemed a bit uncomfortable. "What's wrong?" I finally asked. I was afraid it was me.

She breathed in, and awkwardly looked around the car. "I just feel really out of place. You..this car..it's all so fancy." She nervously fidgeted with her clothes and brushed her hair out of her face.

It made me feel sad that she didn't know how beautiful she was. She still had this mentality that she was somehow lesser than. I knew enough to know part of that came from her relationship with her pathetic excuse of a man ex-boyfriend...but was that the only reason? How do I casually ask her something like that? Come to think of it, I didn't have much experience with this whole 'getting to know you' thing.

There was a thousand questions I wanted to ask, many things I wanted to know. But I wasn't sure what would be out of line to ask, or what wouldn't be "appropriate" date conversation. I didn't want to say something that upset her.

I gripped the steering wheel and noted that my hands felt sweaty. The nerves were definitely starting to get to me, and I had to find a way to calm down. This date was my idea, and she's expecting to follow my lead.

She broke the silence, and I could hear in her voice she was searching for something to say, too. I wondered if she was having the same nerves that I was. Knowing her habit of overthinking everything, I'm sure the answer was yes. There was something about knowing I wasn't the only one who was nervous that was comforting in a way.

"This is much nicer than my Durango, that's for sure." She finally mumbled, and it took me a moment to realize she was talking about the car.

I swallowed hard and prayed my voice wouldn't give away my nerves. "Your Durango isn't that bad. It gets you where you need to go, right?" I looked at her from the corner of my eye, and she shrugged as if not impressed by the thought of her Durango.

"I suppose it does. Most of the time, at least." She rolled her eyes and looked out the window. "I'll just be glad when I can get something that's actually mine." She sounded sad, and it made me wonder what she meant.

"The..Durango isn't yours?" I couldn't hide the confusion in my voice. Surely I misunderstood her. She looked at me from the corner of her eye and began to fidget in her seat, as if she didn't want to tell me.

"No, it's mine. I mean..yeah. It just doesn't feel like mine anymore. A lot of bad memories are tied to it I suppose." Something in her voice sounded serious and quiet, like her mind had drifted somewhere else. To a place darker, and more painful.

I felt like if she wanted to elaborate further, she would have..and while I didn't want to upset her, I had to ask. What bad memories could be tied to a car?

"Is it forward if I asked what memories you were referring to?" I tried to make my voice sound as calm and as non-threatening as possible. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, as if she was afraid I was going to ask that.

"That's..not very good first date talk." She finally said as I pulled up to the restaurant. "Let's start with something smaller and work our way up." We made eye contact and she smiled as me, but her smile looked weary.

Something told me this woman has been hurt even more than I thought.

Emma Riley

I felt grateful that Ryker  seemed willing to drop the subject. I rarely talked about that part of my life, and I wasn't sure I was ready to get into it before the date got a good chance to even start. No point in revealing all my emotional baggage in one setting.

I noticed we had stopped, and so I took in my surroundings. When I realized where we were, I gasped very loudly. Ryker  looked at me, seeming startled.

"Is that Del Posto?!" I pointed to the building, not believing my eyes. He did a double take from me to the building that clearly said 'Del Posto'  like I had asked him a trick question.

"Is that..a problem? Because if you don't like Italian, we can go somewhere else." He sounded nervous, and I realized he had misread my reaction.

"Are you kidding? I always wanted to come here..but it's so expensive." I felt a little guilty that he was going to spend that kind of money on someone like me.

"Ryker..I wasn't expecting anything this fancy. Really, I'd be cool with taco bell." I was being serious, but he cracked up laughing.

"Baby..you're looking way too goddamn fine for Taco Bell." His eyes traveling up and down, scanning over my body. His tone was playful and flirty. I couldn't help but smile, because Ryker always made me feel good about myself. It was a brand new feeling to me.

"Besides, we're already here and I have a reservation." He continued, as he gathered his keys and started to get out of the car.

"Wait, Ryker! I'm nervous." He stopped and studied my face, a sweet smile spread on his lips. "What if..everyone can tell?" I pressed my lips together and he looked at me puzzled.

"What if everyone can tell..what, exactly?" He asked, placing his hand on my knee in an attempt to comfort me.

"What if..everyone can tell, that I don't belong in beautiful places like this?" I avoided his staring eyes and looked towards the restaurant. I'm sure I sounded silly to him, but we were way past not being honest with each other.

"As far as I'm concerned, there's no one else in the restaurant. Just you..and me." His voice was sweet and calm as he stroked my leg with his thumb.

I looked at his face and he was staring at me. "Any place that you are..is a beautiful place, Emma. One of these days..I'm going to find a way to help you see that. You belong here, with me." He smiled at me while his eyes soft and gentle. I knew he didn't mean to have his comforting words make me want to cry, but they did.

I reacted without thinking. I placed his face in my hands, and he looked at me surprised. I pulled him in for a kiss, once again inviting him in by parting my mouth.

The kiss started off soft, and sweet. He was too stunned to react at first, he was used to being the  instigator. But his excitement soon overtook him and I heard a moan escape his lips as he grabbed a handful of my hair and deepened our kiss. At this point I could let him take over, but it was way too much fun being in control.

I could see the bulge in his pants and I placed my hand just close enough to drive him crazy. He was startled and broke our kiss. His mouth hung open and some unintelligible squeak came out.

"Oh God, Emma." He began fidgeting in his seat as he looked down at his massive boner that appeared to be impossible for him to ignore any further.  His breathing was heavy and I grinned at how easy it was to drive him up the wall.

"Keep saying sweet things like that and I just might have to put it in my mouth tonight." I tried my best to make my voice sound as 'sexy'  as possible and his jaw dropped open, which almost made me ruin the moment with laughter.

I kissed him on the cheek and stepped out of the car. "Are you coming?" I asked before I closed the car door, attempting to sound innocent.

He mumbled something in response that I couldn't exactly hear, but I could take a guess.

Ryker Fox

Del Posto

I had us seated in the Gattinara. A functioning wine cellar illuminated by warm candlelight, it was arguably their most intimate and charming dining space. I wanted us to be able to enjoy each other's company away from the staring eyes and big crowds. I thought it might be less intimidating for her, too. She wasn't used to these type of settings, not yet. But I planned on changing that, if she lets me.

"God, this is so nice." She exclaimed in a loud whisper, looking around. I loved the way her face lit up. I wanted to see more of that innocent excitement of hers. It was incredibly endearing.

"It's certainly nice to be here with you." I said honestly. She blushed and looked down at the table. I meant it, too. As an actor, I was good at putting on a face. But inside, I felt like some nerdy school kid on his first date with a girl that was way out of his league.

"That was so weird though! The way everyone just immediately knew who you were. Everybody was staring at you." She said, absent-mindly playing with the tablecloth in front of her. "Do you bring all your dates here?"

I shrugged, trying to seem casual. "I don't seriously date all that much. I've only ever come here for business. But tonight is all about pleasure..isn't it?" I smirked at her, staring her down. It seemed to make her nervous, but I didn't much care. I fully intended to punish her later for the blue balls  she had bestowed me with in the car.

"I'm glad we did this, Ryker." She finally said, sounding nervous, but happy. "This place is amazing, honestly. But just being with you..it's nice. Really nice." Her smile was genuine, and sweet as she studied my face. For a moment, we just gazed at each other. Not needing to fill every last bit of silence, because we just enjoyed each other's company that much.

I was glad we did this, too. I loved being with her, possibly more than anyone ever before. That was also why I was so nervous. I wanted more of this. I didn't want this to be our first and last date.

But after I told her what I had found out about Sheila,  it very well might be..and that thought was terrifying.

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