Filthy Rich Santas

16. Ryder

16

RYDER

I stare up at the dark ceiling as the quiet sounds of the night surround me, one arm under my head and the other curled under Lana where she’s breathing softly next to me. But that’s not what I’m listening to right now.

Every single one of the hot little moans she made earlier tonight is burned into my memory now, and I stifle a groan as they replay in my head on a loop that has my cock aching to be inside her sweet mouth again.

After she went down on all three of us, we got her cleaned up, put away the leftover food in the suite’s compact little kitchen, and all piled in bed together by silent agreement. Not to fuck, unfortunately, since the trip, the sex, and hell, probably all the emotional sharing we did tonight too, seems to have knocked everyone but me out for the night.

I definitely could have kept going, the free pass we agreed to awakening a deep, insatiable hunger for her that I’ve spent years trying to deny. But she needs her rest after all the orgasms we just gave her. And while those alone probably would have worn her out anyway, this is also her first real experience with kink. The high can be intense, and I’ve got no doubt it took just as much out of her as the actual sex.

Which, let it be noted, was fucking phenomenal.

I grin in the darkness, my cock thickening as I let every second of that replay in my mind too.

I’m tempted to slide out of bed, head into the bathroom, and do something about my hard-on. Or, hell, just take care of it right here. But instead, I close my eyes and inhale cherry blossoms and honey, the soft weight of Lana’s body next to me both soothing and arousing in equal measure.

Actually, that kind of sums up everything about Lana in a nutshell.

On the other side of her, I hear Tristan grumble in his sleep, then the bed shifts a little as either he or Beckett—who took the edge of the mattress on Tristan’s other side—changes position.

Probably Beckett.

I frown a little, my libido cooling for a minute, because something was off with Beck tonight. He agreed to this, clearly enjoyed the hell out of it, and I know he would have said something if he hadn’t wanted to be a part of everything that happened.

But he was also holding himself back. I could tell.

If I had to guess, Beckett doesn’t want to let Lana get too deep under his skin, which is why he didn’t even let her touch him. It’s like he was being careful not to completely let himself go.

I huff a breath, shaking my head as I grin up at the ceiling again. Honestly, he’s probably not wrong to be cautious. She’s definitely addicting. But holding back would defeat the whole purpose of indulging ourselves like this, as far as I’m concerned.

Besides, the deal we made sets clear boundaries—this all ends when we get Lana to her parents’ house in New Hampshire—so there’s no actual danger of any of us getting too deeply involved. We’ve already agreed on that.

I close my eyes again. It’s probably four or five in the morning by now, and even though I still feel wound up from our recent activities, I should probably try to get some sleep before we hit the road in the morning.

But next to me, Lana stirs. Then she quietly climbs over me, slipping out of bed.

I open my eyes again, rolling onto my side and propping myself up on one elbow to watch her. I can tell by the careful, quiet way she moves around the room that she doesn’t notice I’m awake.

She slips the plush robe she was wearing earlier back on, grabs her phone, and leaves the bedroom.

I’m out of bed before the door closes, padding silently after her. I find her bent over in front of the open refrigerator, looking too tempting to resist.

“Good morning, love,” I murmur as I come up behind her, stroking her hips.

She startles, gasping as she straightens up and whirls around to face me, catching herself with a hand in the center of my chest.

I capture it and hold it there, and she smiles, laughing softly as she murmurs, “Don’t do that.”

I shrug, grinning down at her. “Can’t help it.” I nod toward the open refrigerator. “Hungry?”

“Your fault.” Her eyes gleam as she teases me. “But yes, I woke up starving. We have leftovers, right? Because I really need a midnight snack.”

“You’re a few hours too late for that,” I tease her back. “I think the sun is about to come up.”

Her fingers curl against my chest. “I think we still have time.”

I nod, grinning. “Oh, there’s always time for a midnight snack. Tristan and Beckett may not always understand that, but I’m a believer.”

The three of us bought a house together when we opened the club, and my late night snacking habits are something they give me shit about on a regular basis. Lana clearly understands the importance of it, though. She pulls a few takeout containers from the fridge, hands me one, grabs forks for both of us, then leans back against the counter and devotes her attention to last night’s leftovers like a woman truly after my own heart.

I follow suit, groaning at how good it tastes.

“I know,” she says as I make another sound. “Mm, this tastes even better cold.”

I bump her fork with mine. “Maybe it’s the company.”

She grins up at me. “Maybe.”

I like how relaxed she seems, but the Dom in me still has to check. “How are you feeling, love?”

She raises her eyebrows, slowly sliding the fork out from between her plush lips as she looks up at me. Then she clears her throat. “Still a little hungry, I guess? Why, do you want to trade?”

She holds out the takeout container she was eating from, and I swap hers for mine. But the first rule of good kink is good communication, so I’m not going to let her dodge my question.

“I mean after last night,” I clarify.

“Oh.” She flushes. “Um, good. I don’t think I’ve ever come that many times in a row before.”

Hearing that is hot as fuck, but also somehow sweet, just like Lana. She’s got an innocence to her that has nothing to do with her sexual experience or how new to kink she is. It comes from inside her, and combined with how eager she is to explore her interests, it’s sexy as hell.

She rests her hand on my chest again, her expression softening. “You know, that’s not the only thing I enjoyed about last night, though.”

I grin. “I’m all ears.”

“It was nice just spending time with you all. I mean, it’s been nice during this whole trip, but I really liked sharing things.” She pauses for a second, trapping her lip between her teeth. “But you know, I never really thought about why you spent so many holidays at our house growing up. You even celebrated a few birthdays at our place, didn’t you?”

I shrug, the reminder dampening the playful, intimate mood a little. Not that they’re bad memories, but I feel a bit exposed.

Lana smiles gently. “I guess I figured it was because you and Caleb were so close, but it was because your folks weren’t around, wasn’t it.”

“Can’t it be both?”

I’m joking to lighten the mood, and Lana laughs softly but doesn’t let it go.

“I didn’t realize things with your parents were that bad. Not back then. And I’m sorry about that. But thank you for opening up last night. It means a lot.”

I almost make another joke, but maybe I actually don’t mind that she’s not letting it go.

“It did kind of suck that they weren’t ever around,” I surprise myself by admitting. “Not that I hated spending holidays with you guys, of course.”

She laughs. “Of course not! But I get it.” Her voice softens. “They were your family.”

I nod. “Yeah, and I would have felt ungrateful if I’d complained about it since it wasn’t like I had a rough life. They gave me whatever I wanted.”

She cocks her head to the side. “You mean material things. But that’s easy with the kind of wealth they have.”

It’s my turn to laugh, although I’m basically laughing at myself. Because of course she doesn’t let me get away with downplaying my feelings. Not when she’s been so brave about her own.

And maybe I don’t really mind her pushing me on this, either.

“Right,” I agree. “Material things. But all I really wanted was…”

“For them to be around,” she finishes for me quietly.

“Yeah.”

She holds my gaze, the warm blue of her eyes making it easy to get a little lost in them. It’s peaceful, the quiet of the night around us broken only by the gentle hum of the refrigerator.

“They didn’t deserve you,” she says quietly.

“I’ve got money in a trust from them.” I’m not sure why I’m telling her this. “Enough that even if the club failed, I’d never have to work again.”

She smiles at me. “But you haven’t touched a penny of it, have you?”

I’m not sure how she knows.

“Never. And I never will. You know what the best feeling in the world is?”

She blushes again, making my cock stir. “I think I might have some ideas about that.”

I grin at her. “I’m happy to give you a few more. Anytime, love. But I actually mean the feeling of knowing I’ve fucking done it. That I’ve been able to succeed in this world without their money, you know? Without having to take anything at all from them.”

“You should be proud of that,” she says fiercely. “Your family doesn’t know what they’ve missed out on.”

“Maybe, but I’m good without them.” I lift her hand from my chest and press my lips to her knuckles. “I built a family of my own.”

“Tristan and Beckett,” she whispers.

I grin. “Hey, just because we don’t see each other as often anymore, don’t leave Caleb out.”

A tender look passes over Lana’s face, and it hits me that I just claimed her family as my own, connecting us.

“Can I kiss you?” she breathes.

“Are you asking if that’s part of our arrangement?” I tease, cocking a brow even as heat surges in my blood.

She nods, her breath hitching as her pupils dilate.

“Yeah, love,” I murmur, tugging her closer. “Kissing is allowed. For as long as we’re doing this, everything is allowed.”

She rises up on her toes and presses her lips against mine, and they taste so fucking good that I lose myself all over again.

“Fuck,” I groan against her mouth, gathering her closer so I can get a little more. “I know you asked for help discovering your kinks, but I think I’ve just found a new one of my own.”

“Yeah?” she asks, laughing breathlessly. “What’s that?”

I fist my hand around her long, thick waves and tug her head back so I can drag my lips down her throat.

“Kissing you,” I murmur against her impossibly soft skin.

She arches against me. “Does that really count as a kink?”

I smirk, slipping my hands beneath her robe and filling them with her lush curves. “What do you think?”

“I think I want to know all your kinks. What else do you like?”

“Hmm. Well, I liked knowing Tristan and Beckett were watching you get on your knees for me earlier,” I murmur in her ear, slipping one hand between her legs and sinking my fingers into the wet heat there. “I like being watched.”

“Exhibitionism?” she whispers, moaning as she spreads her legs for me. “I, um, I think that might be one of mine too.”

“Yeah? You liked having their eyes on you while you sucked me off? Liked knowing I was watching when Beckett told you to touch yourself?”

A sound gets trapped in her throat as a gush of wetness coats my fingers.

I withdraw them and hold them to her mouth. “Lick.”

Her tongue darts out, her eyes never leaving mine.

“You know what I was thinking about earlier, before you woke up? How much I wanted to sink my cock into you, love. Awake or asleep.” I lean down to whisper in her ear. “But it would be really fucking hot while you’re asleep.”

Her breath catches. “That’s… that’s a kink?”

“Fucking you while you sleep? Playing with these amazing tits of yours while you’re all soft and relaxed, your body mine for the taking? Getting you wet while you dream of me, then sliding my cock inside you so you wake up already coming?”

She gives a sexy little whimper, her skin flushing pink.

“Yeah, it’s a kink, love. My kink. It’s called somnophilia. Kind of goes along with one of my other favorite kinks. Free use.” I push the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool around her feet and running my hands over her body when she offers it up to me. “Being granted unlimited access to fuck my partner, or use her for my pleasure in any other way I want, whenever I want.”

“Ryder,” she whispers, licking her lips. “I, um…”

“You what? You want me to keep touching you?”

“ Yes .”

“Worshiping you?”

She makes a sexy little sound of surprise, and I lift her lush breasts, one in each hand, then bend down to suck one of her nipples into my mouth.

She moans, grabbing on to the back of my head when I release it, then gasping when I take the other one in my mouth. I could do it all day, but I want more.

And I can tell Lana does too.

I play my tongue over the tight little nub, then drag it up her throat and suck on the hummingbird-fast pulse fluttering at the base. “I want to fuck you.”

“ Please .”

I straighten up, sliding my hands around to her ass, and lift her up against me.

“Ryder!” She laughs, clutching me while also trying to squirm out of my arms. “Wait! Stop. I’m too heavy!”

“Liar,” I murmur, kneading her soft curves. “You’re not too heavy at all. Want me to prove it?”

She blushes again but wraps her legs around me, her warm pussy cradling my cock with only the thin material of the boxers I pulled on to sleep in between us.

“I want you to, um, to do anything you want.”

“Good girl,” I praise her, indulging in one of my other kinks as I set her on the counter. “That’s what you are, aren’t you? A dirty, perfect little thing, just waiting for someone to show you how filthy you can be. Now spread your legs.”

She does, and I kiss her again, my cock nudging between her legs.

“Green?” I murmur, swallowing her moan. “Do you want my cock inside you, love?”

“Yes. Green. Please .”

“I can’t fucking wait to get inside you,” I growl, teasing us both by sliding my shaft through her slick folds. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

I start to step back and she grabs on to me. “Where are you going?”

“Just gonna grab a condom.”

“No!” She wraps her legs around my hips, using them to urge me closer. “I, um, do we have to? I don’t… I don’t want to use one.”

Fuck . My cock is already wet with her arousal, and the feel of it sliding against her soft inner thighs has me groaning.

Lana bites her lip. “After Wade, I got tested. Negative for everything, and I’m on birth control, so…”

My balls draw up tight, heat racing down my spine and swelling my cock until it aches.

“Fuck,” I mutter, tightening my grip on her ass and resting my forehead against hers as I try to calm it down.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, looking embarrassed. “Of course we can use one. I don’t know what I was thinking, I— mmph .”

I shut her up with a kiss, devouring her as I fight for and finally regain control.

“Yeah,” I rasp, resting my fingers over her plump lips when they open again. “We can do that. I get tested regularly, love. Is that what you really want? You want me to fuck you raw? Fill you with my cum? Use your hot pussy to sheathe my cock, and take you bare?”

I’m a serial dater, but I’m smart about it. I’ve never gone without a condom, not for anyone. I’ve never even considered it.

But with Lana?

Fuck yes.

It’s not even a question. I need to feel her, skin-to-skin, more than I need air.

Her breath starts coming hard and fast, and she makes another one of those sexy sounds that make me feel like a fucking caveman. Then she nods. “Please. Fuck me, Ryder. Take whatever you want.”

I don’t know whether I’m more stunned that she’s asking for this, or that, despite having all but perfected the art of not getting close to women, at every point when I would normally push her away and keep my distance, all I want to do is bring her closer.

But then again, this is Lana. Everything is different with her.

I want everything to be different with her.

And until we get to New Hampshire, it can be.

“Lie back on the counter, love.”

“Why?” she asks breathlessly, already doing it like the natural sub I’m pretty sure she is.

“That’s it. Good girl.” I ease her back and arrange her lush body the way I want it, then run my hands up her thighs and push her legs apart. “I want you just like this, so you’re splayed out all pretty for me. I want to see all of you. I want to watch you take every fucking inch of me.”

“Anything,” she whispers as I rub my cockhead against her piercing, then slot it against her hot, wet entrance. “Anything. Green . Take everything you want.”

I groan. Everything I want?

She’s a total fucking dream, and she couldn’t have made her consent any clearer.

So I do.