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nightstand drawer. Guess it’s too fucking obvious.” He stalked off to the bathroom.
    The Horsemen screwed so many women that they needed a flunky to fill up their condom stash?! Evidently, he wasn’t the only slut in the group. She sat awkwardly on the bed, suddenly very glad she’d asked him to wear a rubber.
    He returned triumphantly a moment later with a little plastic packet in hand. “We’re in luck and its even ribbed for her pleasure,” he murmured. He stood between her legs once more, settling his hands on her thighs and squeezing them slightly.
    His eyes drifted to her sex again and he licked his lips. “Tell me you want my big hard cock in your pussy,” he goaded. “I want you to say the words.”
    She could feel herself flushing again. Dirty talk had never done anything for her before, but his rough words excited her and she got even wetter. She needed him. Now. She splayed her legs on either side of his hips, wide open for him. He rolled the condom over the length of his cock as she watched, mesmerized. “I want… I want your cock in my pussy.”
    And then he was on her.
    He prodded her with his head, glided it against her inflamed sex until she gasped. “Christ, you have a silky pussy, all hot and wet.” Then, he plunged the tip inside her, creating a maddening friction. Pleasurable, but not nearly enough to quench the ache it created. He sank into her fully then and she cradled him with her thighs, wanting him in as deep as he would go. She could feel his balls settle against her ass as he lunged into her.
    She circled her hips, meeting his thrusts. It had never been this intense for her. He slammed into her hard, claiming her body and it seemed to submit him without question, moving with his rhythm. With a grunt, he lifted her legs up to his shoulders and rocked even deeper inside her. She gasped at the further intrusion.
    Then he began to pump ferociously, wilder than she could have imagined. Ryker’s scorching gaze slid over her body. He ran his hands along her thighs, which were pressed tight against his chest. “Mine,” he growled. “All mine.”
    And that’s exactly what she felt like. His.
    He angled his body a bit, so his pubic bone abraded her clit with his every thrust. She moaned at the contact. Soon, she couldn’t take it anymore and neither could he. With a howl, he came and she followed him down. Into oblivion.
    ***
    After they both recovered, he’d scooped her up against his body once more and kissed the top of her head. “Damn, that was amazing,” he muttered.
    She laid her head on his chest, closed her eyes briefly. She hadn’t felt this good in months, so relaxed and sated. “I completely agree.”
    Minutes later, he smacked a hand on his stomach, rubbing. “I’ve worked up one hell of an appetite. What about you?”
    “ Yeah, a bit.” She smiled at him, but she felt awkward once more.
    “ Excellent. I’ll make us some breakfast.”
    “ You cook?” Her eyes rounded, because she couldn’t quite picture him in a kitchen.
    “ A bit, although one of my club brothers, Voodoo, would tell you I don’t cook worth a damn. But I got some skills. I’m a single man and my momma raised me right.” He stood up, pulled on his jeans from last night and grabbed a clean black T-shirt from a nearby drawer. He grabbed up the gun and tucked it into the waistband of his jeans, felt like part of his morning routine. Like shaving or strapping on his watch.
    She thought about saying something, but decided against it.
    He smiled at her ruefully. “Unfortunately, I missed the lesson on grocery shopping. All I have is beer and a frozen pizza in my fridge, but Perdition is fully stocked and I feel the need for some bacon and buttermilk biscuits.”
    She scrounged her dress from the floor, feeling more than a little conspicuous, particularly because he had ripped the back of it. She didn’t want to go back to the bar, wearing her clothes from last night. “Oh, I can easily grab a