Razing Ryker (Dissonance Book 1) (9 page)

“How hot is your bath?” she asked, the sound of swirling water echoing through the phone.

He shifted, laying out and getting more comfortable in the jetted tub that he left silent and still. The better to hear her with… “It’s hot. My skin is turning red. You?”

“Kind of cold, actually.”

Images of her full breasts floating on the surface of the water, her chilled nipples tight and peaked, made his dick come to life.

“Too bad you’re not here,” he told her.

“Sarah would love that.”

“God, don’t mention her. You’ll kill the relaxing mood we’ve got going.”

“I’m not that relaxed.”

“Yeah,” he answered thickly. “Me either.”

“Jace?”

“Yeah?”

She hesitated and he nearly groaned with impatience. “I have my hand on my stomach.”

“Do you?”

“I do. And I have a choice to make.”

“What kind of choice?”

“I need to decide if I should go north or south, but I’m terrible with directions.”

“Well, with those fucked up eyes I can see why.”

She laughed, breaking the intensity of the moment and he found himself smiling, his own hand making its way to his thigh.

“North,” he told her confidently. “You should go north.”

“Really?”

“For now. The mountains are beautiful this time of year.”

He could hear her smile in her voice. “North it is then.”

He listened to her breathing, closing his eyes as her breath hitched in her throat and the trickle of water dripping from slippery limbs drifted into his ears. “How’s the view?”

“Stunning,” she whispered. “How about from where you are?”

He looked down his body and frowned at his lack of breasts. “Flat. Boring.”

“You should head south.”

“You should go with me.”

“I’m already on my way.”

He ran his hand up his thigh to trip his fingertips over his dick. It jumped in response, eager for affection. He listened to Greer breathe in deeply, then let out a shuddering breath.

“Where are you?” he asked.

“The valley.”

Goddammit.

“Are you with me?” she breathed.

“Yes.” He stroked his dick up and down, savoring her hiccupped breaths and her faint, low moans.

“You’re inside me, Jace,” she told him, taking the lead and making his balls seize with excitement. “Your fingers are on me, but you’re inside me. Deep and slow.”

“You’re so hot,” he murmured, gripping his dick hard, “and so fucking tight.”

“I’m wet.”

“Yes.”

“And you’re so hard. Your dick is hard and deep and so, so thick. It hurts.”

“But you love it.”

“I want it. I want it to hurt,” she whimpered. “Make it hurt, Jace.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, picking up the pace of his hand sliding up and down his erection. The sound of water thrashing over his arm as he plunged in and out of her in his mind mingled with her whimpers and cries, and he could feel it. He could imagine what it would be like to be with her and it was incredible. It was better than anything he’d ever felt. “You feel amazing. You’re beautiful. Perfect. Your body is so fucking perfect the way it hugs me.”

“Make me come, Jace,” she pleaded. “Make me come on you.”

“I will, babe. I will. I’m licking your tits and I’m tweaking your clit and I’m inside you, Greer. I’m rock hard inside your soft pussy. Can you feel me?”

“I feel you. I feel you everywhere,” she cried. She was getting close.

“I’m in there and it hurts. I’m hitting so hard it hurts us both but you’re begging for it and thrashing on me.”

“I’m riding you. I’m riding you fast and deep. Oh God, I don’t want to stop but I have to come. I have to.”

“I’m bare. Nothing there but you and me, your wet, hot body so slick and ready.” His hand jerked violently on his dick, pulling and plunging and fucking so hard he splashed water onto the floor but still he pictured her riding him like mad. “I’m going to lose it inside you and I won’t even be sorry. I’ll want you again the second I come. I’ll never get enough of you.”

“I’m burning. I’m burning alive,” she squeaked, her breath ragged and her tone desperate.

“Do it, babe,” he urged her on, feeling it bearing down on him as well. “Do it. I’m with you. Yeah, shit, I’m with you!”

He bit down on his grunts and groans as he shot his load into the tub, his body going rigid and limp all at once and leaving him dizzy. He silenced himself as much as he could so he could drink in her cries. Her throaty moans, her mewls. They were music to his ears.

“Greer?” he asked, his voice low and rough. Used.

“Yeah?” she answered breathlessly.

“I’m really glad I gave you that phone.”

Greer smiled all the next day. All through rehearsals she smiled and giggled at the slightest provocation. She felt giddy and strange and every time she touched the phone he’d given her, she looked for a message from Jace.

He didn’t let her down.

He wasn’t able to make it to rehearsals for the rest of the week but he sent her messages throughout the day. The best were the ones with pictures. Various photos of him hiding in the strangest places. Behind a fern in a waiting room, through a fish tank in his hotel lobby, behind a menu at a fancy restaurant. Always only portions of his face with wide scared eyes that made her smile. She’d send back pics of herself peering around doors or looking up into the camera posed in a cupboard. She looked but she never found him.

But he always found her.

He called her each night and they talked until the phone started to die and it chirped at her angrily. Last time he laughed and scolded her that she needed to charge it. She rolled her eyes, searching for the damn cord.

The next day another package arrived. It had seven chargers in it. One for every day of the week.

You’re hilarious,
she texted him along with a picture of the opened package.

You’re hopeless. I bet your phone is dying right now, isn’t it?

She glanced down at the screen. At the flashing red bar in the corner.

“Shit,” she muttered.

Nope. Full strength!

Liar,
he accused.

Prove it.

I wish I could. I’ve never wished I was there with you more than right now.

Seriously? This is when you want to be live and in person? Not last night around two am when we went on that meandering road trip…

Ah, the Grand Tetons. They’re a national treasure.

I’m pretty partial to Chimney Rock myself.

God, topography has never been so hot.

Will you be at rehearsals tomorrow?

Nothing could keep me away. I haven’t seen your eyes in days and it’s killing me.

You want a picture?

I want
you.

She smiled, staring at those three words and biting her lip to keep from making some ridiculous girly sound. It was so surreal. All of it. She couldn’t believe the man on the other side of these texts and phone calls was one of the hottest stars in the world. And he wanted
her.
He simply fucking wanted her of all people. And he was so real! So amazingly sweet and funny and kind. She was falling for him hard and fast in the scariest and most exhilarating way. She wanted to talk to him every second of every day and when she couldn’t she was thinking about him. Dreaming of him. And he was real. He was real and he could be hers. She could belong to someone.

The thought made her lightheaded.

Runaways don’t belong to anyone. Not even themselves. Family is nothing, friends are fleeting, and even the love she felt for Cameron couldn’t compete with the idea of being claimed by someone the way she wanted Jace to claim her. The way she wanted to claim him. It was wrong how big this felt so fast but it was what she wanted. What she needed.

I want you too.

Fuck, it was hard to concentrate with Greer there. He’d never even kissed her but he had vivid images of her in his mind; wet, soapy, breathless, calling his name. Her tits in his face, in his mouth, on his tongue and she was riding him like she was trying to break him. And dammit, he wanted her to.

She was in the mirror right behind him and he had to focus on the others to keep from watching her work. She really was a phenomenal dancer, too good for the chorus. He watched her move behind him and wondered what it would be like to always have her there. Could he hire her and bring her with him? It was crazy and rash, but she made him feel that way. She made him feel alive.

She smiled at him now, her face flushed from the dance and he smiled back. Not grinned or smirked, but smiled. He’d laughed that day and not just at her. He laughed because things were funny. Because he was having fun.

When was the last time he’d felt that way?

“That’s lunch, everyone!” Bryant called, clapping Jace on the shoulder. “Let’s thank Ryker for his time today. He made a special point to be here with us this morning since we only have another week until we head to Washington for the show. Oh, speaking of,” he continued before anyone could speak, “we have your plane tickets. I’ll hold onto them but grab a flier off the table with your flight information on them. Be at the airport
early
, people! No screw ups. We can’t spare to lose anyone in transit. If you miss your flight, pack yourself UPS and get your ass there, you hear me?”

They laughed and agreed, nodding their heads and making their way to the table for a flier. Jace stepped in front of Greer, keeping a discreet distance but smiling down into her eyes.

“Will you be flying with us?” she asked hopefully.

He shook his head. “No. I have to head to California first to take care of some things. I’ll meet you there.”

“You’re flying private, aren’t you?”

He smirked. “It’s the only way to fly. You want me to book you a private flight?” he teased, knowing she’d never go for it but secretly wishing she would. He’d love to spoil her if she’d let him, but she wasn’t the type. Money made her nervous.

“I’m good. I’ve never flown before so anything will be impressive for me. If I take a private jet, I’ll be ruined for life.”

“Fair enough. Offer is on the table though.”

“Okay.”

He stepped closer, playing with fire and feeling its heat radiating from her body and in her eyes. “I wish I could fly with you,” he whispered. “I’d love to be there for your first time.”

“Would you hold my hand at take off? Give me your peanuts?”

“I’d even buy you headphones.”

“Easy, money bags. What’d I just say about ruining me?”

“What if I want to ruin you? What if I want to destroy you?”

What if I want to make you mine?

Her face fell serious, her eyes going guarded in that tight way they did when she was scared. “You easily could,” she breathed.

“Sam!” Cameron shouted, jogging after her as she hurried away from him. “Sam, just stop and listen!”

“No thanks, asshole,” she replied bitingly.

“Oh, come on! I said I was sorry.”

“I heard you.”

“I admitted I was wrong.”

“Really noble considering that you were in fact wrong,” she shot back, not slowing. “What’s next? Your groundbreaking reveal that you like a finger in your ass during sex?”

“Whoa!” he cried, glancing around to see who was listening. Everyone. Everyone was now listening. “Sam, can you—“

She turned on him, coming to face him and making him screech to a halt. “Tell me I’m lying,” she challenged quietly. “Say it. Tell me I’m wrong.”

He licked his lips, painfully aware of the eyes and ears all over the park tuned in. Someone even had their phone up to videotape their argument. “You’re not… fuck, you’re not wrong.”

“I’m sorry, what? What was that?”

“Is this really necessary?”

She shrugged, turning to leave. “Guess not. Later, asshole.”

“Fine. Fuck it, fine!” he called after her, throwing his arms out wide and spinning to face everyone. She turned to watch, her face impassive. “I like it when that woman right there, that gorgeous woman with the body that just won’t stop, puts her finger in my asshole as I come. I love it! It makes me crazy.” He pointed at her. “
She
makes me crazy.”

The crowd burst into a smattering of applause and he bowed slightly, going to stand in front of Samantha. She was fighting a smile and losing.

“Are you happy now?” he asked.

She let the smile loose. “A little.”

“Am I forgiven?”

“No. But we’ll get there.”

He watched her walk away, the words she’d given him after he’d fucked her wild ringing in his ears. In his blood. 

And he wanted her more than ever.