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Hothouse Flower (Calloway Sisters #2) Page 58
Author: Krista Ritchie

“Sure thing, honey.” She leaves, and I cut my steak into large slices, not wanting to waste any time. My brain is screaming eat, eat, eat!

I take my first bite and shut my eyes. Delicious.

Magic.

I love food. After four more bites, I sip my water and say, “Told you, steel stomach.”

He chews, and his brows rise again, not as optimistic as me.

33

DAISY CALLOWAY

Theory disproven.

One hour after we left John’s and the steak forced its way back up in my throat, knotting my stomach. I even passed on the dessert back at the restaurant, already feeling queasy at that point, but I didn’t want to make a scene. I just mentioned that I was “full” from the sirloin and skipped it.

For Ryke, that must have been the first sign that I was going to be sick. The second, he said was me not moving in the back of the car. I was painfully still.

And then I puked.

On the side of the road thankfully, not in the car.

I’m less upset that Ryke was right, and more bummed that I can’t gorge myself on sweets and savory foods. I hate taking things slow. But my stomach is obviously not made of steel. More like plastic.

Not fun.

Many hours later, my stomach has completely settled, and we’ve crashed at a motel in the mountains, no Hilton or Holiday Inn in sight. Just a quaint little place called Big Cove Motel with yellowed wallpaper, kind of moldy bathroom tiles, but fox-printed quilts that look clean.

We checked into two rooms. One for me and one for them. Lo wanted to be nice by giving me some privacy and alone-time, I guess. I’m not used to being around Lo without Lily, and I think he’s uncomfortable by a lot of things. Me around his brother. Me around three guys and no sisters. Me on the road in a confined space.

But he doesn’t realize how paranoid I get when I’m alone. Even still on pain meds, I was wide awake when Ryke snuck in here at 2 a.m., and his presence just shifted the temperature in the room, lighting me on fire.

And then we kind of went at it.

We’ve been fooling around for the past twenty minutes, all fingers and kisses. He stares down at me, his lips raw. I only wear a shirt, Ryke’s favorite of mine. A baggy one that says: f**k you, you f**king f**k.

My eyes linger on his erection that stirs new feelings in me. It’s hard to wait. Especially since I feel like we’ve been waiting for years, not just a few weeks. If our relationship began normally—not secret from his brother and my sisters and basically everyone—we would have had sex that day in the stairwell. We’re both a little impulsive.

And I wonder if tonight will be the night.

I hope so.

“How big are you?” I already kind of know the answer. His thin pants leave very little to the imagination.

He leans me back against the mattress, and I counter by propping my body on my elbows. He towers above me on his knees, slowly lowering his pants. I sit up again, wanting to be closer to him.

His c**k springs out. Fully erect. And I unconsciously file through all the guys I’ve been with, all the dicks I’ve seen, and my heart thuds. He’s bigger than anything that’s been inside of me. And I have a flash of Connor’s  p**n  tape. Oh God.

My brain wants to fry the knowledge, but it’s here to stay. I think they’re around the same size. I only caught a glimpse of Connor, but yeah, it’s kinda weird I know this at all.

I focus on Ryke’s c**k though. The one in front of my face, begging for my attention.

Ryke holds my jaw. “You’re going to be insanely f**king wet before I push into you, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t want to hurt me. He cups my heat, and I think he’s going to f**k me with his fingers. “I want to get you off,” I say bluntly. “Or I want to watch you get off. You’ve seen me come twice. It’s only fair that I see you.”

I really want to try and suck him—the challenge really alluring, but I have a feeling he’s been postponing showing me his dick for that very reason. Knowing I’d want to and knowing he may choke me.

He doesn’t say much, not that I expected him to. Ryke is a guy who speaks through his dark eyes. The heavy silence tightens all of me. He takes off his pants, completely naked. I rake his body with my gaze, every single muscle defined and cut hard. He seems unreal. And I’ve been with models.

I tell him in a raspy, needy voice, “I want to fit you all in my mouth.”

“Fuck…” He says the word in a heavy breath, his eyes on my lips. I have good practice in blow jobs, so I know I can pleasure him as well as he has me. I just wish he’d let me try.

And then, suddenly, he rises to his knees, the mattress undulating beneath us. I’m too excited to wait for him, so I scoot off the bed myself and lower to my knees on the carpeted floor.

He gives me a look. “We can do it on the bed, Dais.”

“I know, but I like this way.” I want to be able to look up and see his face. And it’s easier in this position. His eyes grow dark and heady and he sits down on the edge of the bed, his legs hanging over. He reaches out and combs my hair out of my face, and then he holds the back of my head, guiding my mouth to his erection.

I smile before I lick the length of him. His abs sharpen, and I rest a hand on his muscular thigh that flexes beneath my touch.

Right before I take him, he says, “Remember this isn’t a f**king contest.”

I nod with a brighter smile. I open my mouth as wide as I can, and he grips the base of his cock, helping me. He can’t hold back the low groan that leaves his lips.

The deeper he slides along my tongue to the back of my throat, the closer I am to his body. Ryke moves off the bed so he can stand up, and his length immediately deepens into me. I put both hands on his ass and tilt my head back while the last two inches of him remain. I can’t even describe how full of him I am. I wish I had the visual that he does, of his c**k around my lips.

“Fuck,” he groans. I reach the base of his shaft, all of him in my mouth. And I look up into his eyes, and he stares down at me, engraining this image. His ass tightens beneath my hands, and I gently ease out of him by an inch. He thrusts forward, easing me back in. We repeat the motion, and the spot between my legs pulses again. Especially as I watch his face break in hot pleasure.

He grabs my hand off his ass and he lowers it as much as he can. “Touch yourself, sweetheart.”

I’ve never been successful touching myself before, but in this position, with him na**d right here—in my mouth, I’m already incredibly sensitive everywhere. It doesn’t take much to start a routine that he’s done before, the circular motion and the interchangeable speeds from fast to slow. It immediately heats me up.

I can’t believe I’m going to come for the third time in one night. I never thought this was possible.

I feel like I’m on the brink, and maybe he is too. Right when I think the fireworks are about to explode in my head, I hear the door open from the adjoining room.

And those fireworks transform into sudden hysteria, and I react on impulse.

I pull away at the worst possible moment.

Because as soon my mouth leaves his dick.

He comes.

On my face.

34

RYKE MEADOWS

What.

The.

Fuck.

I can’t stop looking at her face. Normally, this is something that might turn me on, my cum all over her cheeks, on her lips, even on her eyelids. Fuck, it’d make any guy harder than rock. But not now. Not when Connor Cobalt stands in the room, closing the door as Daisy tries desperately to wipe it from her face.

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