Ryker Fox

Ryker's Bedroom

Some time later, don't ask me how long exactly..Emma and I laid there trying to catch our breath after our rather intense love making. We were both sweating like a cold beer at an Irish pub.

"That was pretty impressive the way you could fit your whole head in my vagina like that." Emma still sounded exhausted, but her sarcasm was in tact as usual. I found myself laughing so hard I almost cried.

"Which head are we talking about, exactly?" I wiggled my eyebrows and she rolled her eyes in my general direction. Personally, I thought it was a fair question.

"Alright well..time to get up." Emma  sat herself up off the bed, temporarily stumbling and almost losing her balance. I sat myself up in bed, watching her. I had to admit, I felt slightly offended she was ready to move on with our day so quickly.

"Hey! What if I was ready for round two?" She turned around to face me and I pouted my bottom lip out, trying to look pitiful.

"You already had round two like an hour ago, remember? In fact, there might have even been a round three in there somewhere." She started searching the room gathering her clothes and I groaned in frustration.

"Well, if you can still move around like that, I didn't fuck you good enough." My voice was playful and flirty, though I wasn't joking. She gave me the side-eye and I patted the empty spot beside me on the bed, urging her to come back.

"As much as I'd love to, we can't spend the entire day having sex." She slipped her bra on and I kicked my feet in frustration throwing a fit like a little kid, which made her laugh. "I'm serious, Ryker."

"Why the fuck not?" I challenged, stubbornly folding my arms over my chest. She continued to get dressed, and I didn't particularly appreciate it.

She slipped on her crop top and sighed in irritation. "Because you're supposed to be preparing for your audition, remember? It sounds like a great opportunity to expand your career." I smiled at the fact she cared so much about my career, but if Ryker Junior  had eyes he would be rolling them right now.

"Now you sound like Dexter." I shuddered and she giggled and shook her head, but I wasn't joking. Although, I knew she was right. I was out of time and I needed to prepare.

"That's another thing. It's shit like this that makes Dexter not approve of me. You spend your days with me while you're supposed to be working." She sounded like she felt guilty, a sort of bittersweet look on her face. I sat myself up and walked over to where she stood, feeling the need to comfort her.

"First of all, don't take it personally. Dexter doesn't approve of anyone. Not even himself." I smiled and she laughed, though that was actually not far from the truth. Dexter  always has the best intentions, but he's probably one of the most negative, stressed out people I've ever met.

I tried to think of a time that I saw him relax and enjoy himself and I couldn't. It almost made me feel bad for the guy, and I suppose I haven't helped much.

I definitely think he might be due for another bonus, and I made a mental note to find a way to make things better for him. Maybe he just needs to get laid? I definitely can't help him with that personally, but I can find somebody who could.

I reached out and grabbed Emma's  hand and she looked up at me, the green color of her eyes temporarily making me forget what I was saying.

"Second of all..I know what you're doing, and don't do it. Don't blame yourself because I've been slacking. I'm grown." I said the words in a calm, friendly tone hoping they would ease her mind.

I saw something in her eyes change and a smirk spread across her face as she looked downward. "You certainly are grown..aren't you, Mr. Fox?" Her voice was low and seductive, making me harden. A knowing grin spread on her face and that's when I remembered, I was completely naked.

She looked me over very lightly running her fingers up and down my bare arms and chest. She licked her lips, and I realized she was teasing me. Not that I minded. In fact, she was driving me crazy in the best possible way.

"You like it when I touch you, don't you?" She suddenly grabbed onto my hardened shaft and a gasp escaped my throat. She gave me a trail of kisses on my neck, giving me chills. I bit down on my lips as a way to restrain myself. The dominant side of me wanting to bend her over and show her exactly how grown  I was.

But there was something about her being the aggressor that really turned me on. So I stood still, waiting to see where she takes this.

She tightened her grip and I growled in response, my head throwing back as she grabbed a handful of my hair with her free hand. "I asked you a question, Mr. Fox. Do you like it when I touch you?" Her voice sounded breathy and I could tell she was getting turned on, too.

"No. I love it when you touch me." I corrected her, my voice no more than a whisper. She pulled my head to hers and planted her soft lips on mine. I am man enough to admit that I might have melted, just a bit. Okay..a lot.

Just as I was about to lose control completely, she pulled away and took a few steps back with a shit-eating grin on her face. My mouth dropped open in both shock and disgust, which made her laugh. I on the other hand, was not feeling humorous. I could almost hear Ryker Junior's sobs. Poor thing just wants to be held. Aww.

"Oh fuck no, you don't. You wouldn't." I shook my head in disbelief, she couldn't be doing this to me. Only someone who punches kittens for fun would think this is funny. She pressed her lips together trying not to laugh again. I can't believe this. Neither can Ryker Junior. That's it, we're protesting. Justice for RJ. Quick, someone make a hashtag.

"Don't get me wrong, baby. I want to..real bad." She empathized the word bad, her voice still seductive and teasing. Damn, she's good at this. Too good.

This woman has me wrapped around her finger. At this point I'd give her one of my kidneys if she'd just put her hand back on my dick where it belonged. How sad is that? God, men really are pigs.

"I want to." She continued. "But there's that pesky little script to think about, and well..I'm afraid I just won't be able to concentrate." She smiled, knowing she had me exactly where she wanted me. She waited for me to respond, folding her arms across her chest. Her beautiful chest. Her beautiful, juicy--goddamnit this isn't fair. Sniff. Hashtag justice for RJ.

"This is sexual blackmail, you know that right?" I glared at her, both extremely annoyed and extremely horny.

She shrugged, as if saying 'tough shit.' "I'm doing it for your own good...and for mine." Something in her smile told me she had a hidden meaning about that last part.

I raised my eyebrows, intrigued. "How is it good for you, exactly?"  I licked my lips as she once again took a few steps closer. Yes, that's it. Come to daddy Ryker. That's a good girl.

She took her index finger and lightly trailed down my chest, and even lower..to my stomache. Oh yeah. Ryker Junior  likes where this is going.

"It's good for me, because then I'll be free to do all the naughty things to you that my body is aching to do." She gave me a light kiss on my neck, and I could barely breathe.

I was used to being in control, and being puddy in her hands made me a bit nervous, and uncomfortable. My dick however, had no complaints at the moment.

I was violently thrown out of the trance she had put me under when she playfully slapped my shoulder. "So suck it up, buttercup! If you want to nail me, you better concentrate on nailing this audition first."

With that she walked out of the room, leaving me alone and naked. Ah, shit. Would it be overdramatic to say I feel like crying?

Emma Riley

Ryker's Kitchen

It was a struggle to get Ryker  to actually concentrate on the script at first. But once he did, I could see why he gets paid to do this. It was amazing.

For a split second while he was reading the lines, he wasn't Ryker Fox  anymore. He was the character he was portraying. His posture, his demeanor, even the way he spoke was somehow..different. I've never seen a professional actor in his natural habitat before, it was fascinating.

"Ah, shit. That was terrible, wasn't it? I'm a big boy, be honest." He pushed his sleeves of his shirt up and fidgeted with the script in his hands. I found it adorable that at his level of success, he still got nervous. But it also made me question his sanity.

"Uh, were you listening to the same thing that I was? That was amazing!" I shouted, sounding a little too excited. I blushed, realizing I was being a total fangirl right now. But I really was impressed with his talent to catch onto a character so quickly.

"You're sweet, but something isn't connecting. I can feel it." He stared at the script in his hands, his mind seeming to be in another place. It was nice to see that even though he had been distracted lately, he still had a fire behind his eyes as he did what he was born to do.

I certainly wouldn't feel right being the reason he lost it. I don't need to be his entire life, I just want to be an important part of it.

Just as he looked like he was going to hurt himself from concentrating so hard, I spoke up. "I don't know much about acting, but I have seen what it's like to live with cancer, like your character. Would you like some advice?"

He perked up and nodded his head, almost excited to hear my input. I had to laugh at the irony. I was about to give Ryker Fox advice on his acting performance. That was kind of like giving Tiger Woods  advice on his backswing.

"Well, your character was this smart, successful guy until he gets cancer and his entire existence gets turned upside down. A guy like that is probably used to being in control and in charge, now suddenly he's vulnerable. Chemo is brutal. God when my mom.." my voice trailed off as I thought about what my mom went through. Ryker  grabbed my hand and interlaced my fingers with his. There was a sympathetic look in his eyes and he smiled shyly.

"If this is too close to home, honestly it's okay. You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to." His voice was quiet, and understanding.  It still amazed me how sweet Ryker  actually was underneath the flirty and sarcastic exterior.

"No, it's okay. I want to help. The thing is, your character ends up going through chemotherapy right?" He nodded, listening intently to what I was saying. His hand still held mine, somehow comforting me.

"It's different for everyone I think. But when my mom went through chemo..it was a lot more than just losing her hair. It was nausea and vomiting. It was having trouble breathing. Sleepless nights, and always being exhausted. She was this empty shell of who she was." Ryker  looked deep in thought as he processed my words. I had no idea if this was helping him with his role,  but I kept going.

"She said she felt like everyone was just sitting around watching her die, and as it turns out..we were." I took a deep breath when I heard my voice crack. My mother and I's relationship was complicated, but it was really hard seeing her go through that.

"That's hard on anyone but someone like your character who is used to being this large and in charge kind of guy, it would be devastating. The way I read it personally, he seems stuck." He seemed slightly confused, and motioned for me to continue.

"Stuck between being terrified, but not wanting anyone to feel sorry for him. You just have to figure out the best way to portray that." I felt relieved when I finally finished, wiping sweat off my brow. I studied his face, and at first it was unreadable. He finally took in a deep breath in, his chest moving in and out.

Finally a thankful smile spread across his face. "Thank you, Emma. That actually helped me understand the character a bit more." He read over the script again, this time looking more optimistic.

"Really? I actually helped? You're not just saying that?" I tried to sound indifferent, but the thought of helping him with this in some way was exciting to me.

"You should know by now that I don't say shit unless it's true. I'm serious, I actually feel pretty good about this now. That thing you said about being stuck? I think if I ever went through something like that, that's how I'd feel, too." He sounded sad, probably thinking of what it must be like.

Suddenly he sat up off the table with the script in his hands, with determination in his eyes. "Let's go over it again."

Ryker Fox

After studying and discussing the script and my character multiple times,  I actually felt really good about it. I was excited at the idea of playing the role. It was probably the most challenging role I've ever went after, compared to the more light-hearted, feel-good roles I was used to.

But now, I was a lot more nervous about the audition tomorrow. Because I really wanted this part and if I didn't get it, it was going to really suck. I had to admit to being more than just a little concerned they won't take me seriously for a role like this.

It almost felt like when I first started out and nobody knew who I was and had a lot to prove, except this time maybe a little bit worse. My name had been in the media a lot recently, but none of it because of my acting ability. Dexter  was right, I need a role like this to re-establish myself as a serious actor. I just hope they are willing to give me that chance.

"Thank you again, Emma. I couldn't have done it without you." I looked over my shoulder to Emma sitting at the kitchen table. She smiled sweetly at me while I stood at the counter dishing our plates of the lunch I had made for us.

"Yes you could. You just underestimate yourself. You're totally going to snatch all of their wigs off tomorrow, trust me." She sounded certain, and she once again melted my heart with her faith in me. I was beginning to wonder how I ever survived without her.

When I walked over to the table and set the plate down in front of her, she looked startled. She looked at the plate and looked up at me, and I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

"Ryker, what is this? I didn't know you were going to go through this trouble! I figured you'd make a couple sandwiches or something. This looks fancy!" She dropped her jaw as she admired the dish, and I found myself laughing. She always gets so shy about being made a fuss over..it was so damn cute.

"It's not that fancy, really. It's just chicken scampi. Bell peppers and red onions sauteed with chicken tenderloins in a creamy scampi sauce served over angel hair pasta. No biggie." She stared at me bewildered and I laughed again while I went back over to the counter to get my plate.

"You literally sound like you got that from a restaurant menu. What the actual fuck, Ryker. Stop being so perfect, it's getting ridiculous." I walked back over to the table with my plate just in time to see her still  looking at her plate in awe.

"Did you want a fork so you can eat that or would you like to get to know it a little better first?" I joked as I set silverware down on the table. I sat down with my own plate and she finally managed to pick up her fork, too.

"This is really nice, Ryker. Thank you. But you know you don't have to--" I cut her off when I began to hear her protest again. She shyly tucked her hair behind her ear and twirled the pasta with her fork before stabbing it through a piece of chicken.

"Yes. I do have to, Emma. Because you deserve the best, always." I was speaking honestly, though part of me knew it probably sounded cheesy. Something about the way she was smiling at me made my face feel hot, and I realized I was blushing. How annoying.

"Can I ask you a question?" She finally said,  narrowing her eyes as if studying my face. I nodded as I took a bite of my food, surprised she even had to ask at this point. I decided to just this once not  be a smart ass and point out that technically she just did ask me a question.

"Did you mean what you said earlier? Before...when you took me in the room and.." Her sentence trailed off and she avoided my staring eyes as her cheeks flushed a bright pink.

"What is it that you're asking, Emma?" I asked straight out, not being able to hide my smile. She looked nervous, and I was pretty sure where she was going with this. But I wanted to hear her say it.

"Did you mean it when you called my your girlfriend? Or..were you just playing around?" Her insecurities showed as she seemed to actually not believe I'd want her to be my girlfriend. How can such an intelligent woman be so blind?

I got up out of my chair and leaned towards her, resting my hands on both of her chairs arm rests. She nervously sat back in her chair, and I moved my face to be inches away from hers. I could feel her breath on my skin.

"The thought of any other man having you drives me insane and I haven't been able to even think of anyone else since I met you. Frankly, I'm a better man with you than I ever was without you. As far as I'm concerned, you've been my girlfriend for a long time now, Miss Riley." I put my hand to her face and stroked her cheek, my thumb finding it's way to her lips. She bit her bottom lip in response, as if to tease me. A smile spread across her face as I continued. "That is of course, if you'll have me."

Instead of answering with words, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me in for a kiss. I'm not sure how long we spent devouring each other but however long it was, it wasn't long enough.

"Let's go to bed." I finally said, out of breath but wanting desperately to claim every inch of her. She blushed and smiled at me, but pulled away. Nooooo, not again. Ryker no likey.

"Let's eat the lunch you made first. You spent too much time on it for it to get cold, and it looks really good." She picked up her fork to continue eating, but gave me a loving wink. I wanted to point out that the food looked like shit compared to her. But I sat back down in my chair to finish eating the food, so I could have her for dessert.

I don't think I've ever eaten that fast.

Emma Riley

Some time later
Ryker's Bedroom

After a very exhausting but very satisfying love-making session with my boyfriend, we fell asleep. It wasn't really intentional, we were cuddling and before I knew it I woke up sometime later still in his arms.

My head was on his bare chest, his chest was moving up and down and his breathing was steady. Aww, he's still sleeping. I looked up at him, noting how adorable he looked when he slept.

I still couldn't believe it though. Ryker Fox  was my boyfriend. What?! How did that happen? If you would have told me I'd be laying here in his arms so happy I could cry, I wouldn't have believed you.

I was startled by the sound of a ringing phone.  I didn't recognise the ringtone and quickly realized it was Ryker's  phone. The sound was coming from the floor by his side of the bed, as if the phone had dropped.

I reluctantly decided to wake him up, in case it was something important. I lightly tapped his arm, and he slowly opened his eyes. A content, still sleepy smile came across his perfect face when his eyes fell to me.

"Ryker, your phone is ringing." I said quietly, wanting to wake him up gently. He still looked disoriented as he seemed to notice the sound of his phone for the first time.

He turned himself over attempting to reach for the phone, accidently falling off the bed and landing on the floor in the process. "Son of a bitchhhh!" I heard him shout from the floor, the sound of his phone muffled like he had landed on top of it.

I pressed my lips trying real hard not to laugh until I knew he was okay. "Are you alright, Ryker?" I called out, not doing a very good job hiding my amusement.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Ryker Junior broke my fall." He called back as he rolled himself off his phone to answer it. He groaned in pain as he tried sitting himself up with his still ringing phone in his hand. "Ugh..RJ did not appreciate being woke up like that." He seemed to be talking to himself more than me. All I could see is his head poking out from behind the bed as he sat on the floor. His hair was a million different directions.

He glared at me, not amused as I started to laugh uncontrollably. Hey, at least I waited and made sure he didn't break his neck first.

He stood up, slightly wincing as he studied the name on his phone. His eyes damn near rolled in the back of his head. "All that and it's only Dexter."

I got myself out of bed, still trying to stop laughing. But something told me that I would be laughing for a long time about that. "While you talk to him, I'm going to take a quick shower." I began to walk towards the bathroom, smiling when he called after me.

"Make sure to save some of that hot water for your boyfriend."

Ryker Fox

After an interesting wake up call, I finally managed to answer my stupid phone. I could hear Emma starting the shower, and the thought of the hot water running down her naked curves was making this call from Dexter  annoying already. Yes, I'm a pervert. No, I'm not sorry.

"Dexter, what's up?" I finally answered as I sat myself down on the bed, still feeling dizzy from my fall.

"Were you sleeping?! Oh my god, Ryker. You didn't go through that script at all, did you? Let me guess, you've spent the entire day in bed with Emma Riley." Dexter's  voice was stressed and irritated as usual. I could almost hear him start to panic immediately, and I had barely even said anything yet.

"For your information, I wanted to spend the day with Emma in bed. But she's the one that insisted I prepare for my audition. I actually feel pretty good about it." I knew my voice sounded defensive, but I hated when he made it seem like it was Emma's fault I had a tendency to slack.

"You actually listened to her and worked?! Wow, what's her secret?" He sounded flabbergasted, and maybe even a tad jealous over the fact he had been trying to get me to listen for ages now to no avail.

I decided telling him she sexually blackmailed me probably wouldn't be helpful as of now. So I changed the subject, instead. "Was that the only reason you called?"

He sighed a sigh I recognised, and now it was my turn to panic. Because that was the sigh he did when he was about to say something he knew I wouldn't like.

"Sheila wants to meet with you. Face to face, and without me there." He sounded offended by that last part in particular, and I rolled my eyes so hard I almost lost them.

"Why would I do a silly thing like that? You already knew the answer before you said it, Dex." I honestly was annoyed at the subject of Sheila  in general, let alone the thought of having to see her.

"I know, Ryker. I understand your concerns. But if this woman really is having your baby, and that's a big if..you have to deal with this. Right?" Dexter's voice was sympathetic, but firm.

My happy mood went to shit as I was reminded of my past indiscretions and mistakes. But umfortunately he was right. I did have to deal with this. That being said.."I'll meet her, but I don't want it to be alone. I don't trust her. You go ahead and tell her I said so, too."

He started to hedge, but seemed to decide there was no point in arguing. "It's not going to go over well, but I'll call her back and tell her."

Yippee. Looking forward to it. "Thanks, Dexter. For everything." I was being honest as I thanked him, realizing I didn't do it enough. "This is a lot easier to deal with, knowing you have my back."

He seemed embarrassed and surprised by my sudden sincerity. "Well, that's okay. I'll um, I'll give you a call back a little later. Good job on preparing for the role by the way. I'm proud of you."

He hung up before I could respond. Dexter  wasn't a very mushy guy, but hearing him say he was proud made me smile.

I was thrown out of my train of thought when I heard a phone go off..only this time, it wasn't mine . It was Emma's.

I curiously walked over to her phone that was abandoned on a charger, and glanced at the contact name. 'DO NOT ANSWER'  is what it read.

Could this be that dumb ass ex of hers again? Never being good at following directions, I was overwhelmed by the temptation to answer it.

Should I, or shouldn't I? Where's a shoulder angel and devil when you need them?

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