Guys like Ryker Russo don't notice girls like Jenna Armstrong.
Constantly on the move, Jenna doesn't want to settle down anywhere. As long as her latest motel room has a television, wi-fi, and a vending machine, she will make do. It isn't just Jenna's curves that make her self conscious. Beneath her clothes she hides a secret, one that she is running from.
But when her car breaks down, leaving her without a mode of transport to get to the next town, mechanic Ryker seems to show an interest in her. With his muscles, tattoos, and piercings, Ryker has trouble literally written all over him. Jenna can't understand why he would want to be seen with a fat girl like her, and besides, she needs to keep moving. Time is running out and she's terrified if she stays in one place, her past will catch up to her.
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Ryker turned to her, the laughter fading. She caught the look in his eye and it wasn’t one of humor. She bit her lower lip in mock coyness as his eyes raked up and down her body. He took a step toward her, pushing her back into the wall behind. His movements were rough and urgent, grabbing at her clothes to yank her t-shirt over her head while she fumbled at the button of his jeans. He pressed her body up against the wall with the length of his own, kissing her hard, his fingers laced in her hair. His kisses were hard enough to leave her lips bruised, but she returned his urgency, their tongues meeting and sliding together. The silver ball of his piercing grated against her tongue, sending shivers of desire through her body. She wanted to get her hands on his naked skin, and she needed to do it right now. She couldn’t stand the idea of any clothing separating them.
They broke the kiss just long enough to pull t-shirts over their heads and rid each other of their jeans, Ryker losing his shorts with the denim. He grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinning them above her head against the wall behind her, while his other hand delved down, into her panties.
Held against the wall like this, helpless and at Ryker’s mercy, she moaned as his fingers slid through her pubic hair and down, between her inner lips. He pushed a finger inside her and then added another, curling his digits inward to find the secret spot on her inner wall that made her whole body throb. She cried out with pleasure. He kissed her neck, and across her shoulder, slipping her bra strap down and exposing one breast. His mouth closed over her nipple with a wet heat, his teeth grating.
Jenna’s breathing became more frantic. Only his hand holding her wrists and his fingers insider her held her up, or her legs would have given out, leaving her in a crumpled heap on the floor.
Her arousal started to build in a tightened coil deep in her belly, building higher and higher as he increased his movements inside her. She tried to tug her hands away, wanting something to grab hold of, but he held her firm. His teeth gently sank into her nipple, sending a sharp jolt of pain directly down between her legs and she unraveled, crying out her pleasure louder than she meant to.
Ryker slipped his fingers from her and used his body to hold her up as she collapsed against him. She panted, her forehead rested on his chest, looking down. His arousal was evident, bobbing up to meet her gaze.
She wanted to repay him.
Jenna dropped to her knees and held his length in her hand, steadying him. Ryker gazed down at her, his lips slack, his eyes hooded with need. He reached out and put his palms flat against the wall, steadying himself.
Jenna parted her lips against the shiny, smooth end of him, inhaling the musky scent that was purely Ryker Russo. She licked the salty drop of his desire and then sank her mouth down over his length.
Ryker gasped above her and she glanced up to see his eyes closed, his lips parted. She swirled her tongue around him and increased her pace and suction. He grew even harder in her mouth and she reached out to gently cup his balls and squeeze.
His eyes flew open, locking her gaze with his. “Fuck, Jenna,” was all he managed before he reached down to drag her back up again and tore her remaining underwear from her body.
“Wait,” she said, forcing herself to be sensible. “We need protection.”
“It’s okay, I’m clean.”
“Yeah, so am I, but that’s not the only thing to worry about.”
“Jenna, if you happened to get pregnant, I would be the happiest guy in the world.”
She kissed him. “You’re crazy. But this isn’t the most stable place I’ve been in my life, so get us some protection.”
He gave a smirk. “Whatever you want.”
He grabbed the condom from his drawer and quickly sheathed himself.
She held her arms out to him and gave him a wicked grin. “Now come here and do me.”
He slammed her hard against the wall, and hooked one of her legs around his hip, opening her up to him. His hard length pressed against her most intimate part and with a forceful thrust, he pushed up inside her, filling her. Jenna cried out, her head falling back against the wall. Ryker’s mouth was on her throat, grazing her skin with his teeth, as he thrust again and again. She gripped her nails into the muscles of his shoulders, her body jerking with every movement, her heel digging into his taut ass. One of his hands grabbed the curve of her bottom, while the other roughly held her breast. She didn’t care that their love-making was rough and brutal. It was as if he was trying to claim her for his own, fuck her into submission.
Jenna’s orgasm powered through her, grasping tight to Ryker as he let out a guttural groan and held himself deep inside her.
They clutched each other, their breathing gradually returning to normal. Ryker dropped a kiss on her shoulder and then pushed her hair away from her face with one hand.
“I fucking love you, Jenna. Don’t ever leave me, okay?”
She pressed her lips together. “I love you, too,” she told him.
But she couldn’t promise she would never leave.
Marissa Farrar has always been in love with being in love. But since she’s been married for multiple years and has three young daughters, she’s conducted her love affairs with multiple gorgeous men of the fictional persuasion.
The author of seventeen novels and numerous short stories, she has successfully self-published for the last five years. She predominantly writes paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but has branched into contemporary fiction as well.
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