Mistletoe Mischief (Falling in Mistletoe #2)

Chapter Twenty-six

I can’t wait to kiss you again.

Pike’s text to Ryler came through after she and her friends had just finished dinner and everyone was relaxing in the living room, watching a movie.

Ryler texted back. I am looking forward to a little bit more than that.

Pike fired off a reply. Well when do you think you can get out of there and tell me all about it?

Ryler had been trying to escape for twenty minutes, but she hadn’t been able to come up with an excuse that wouldn’t lead to somebody wanting to come with her.

I’m trying to come up with something that will get me out of here, but I’m afraid if I say I wanna go to the store and get ice cream or go get a drink somewhere that someone or everyone is going to want to come with.

Pike sent back a ?? followed by the suggestive, Depending on who shows up I guess we could open up the welcome wagon.

Ryler made a face. No this is between you and me. There will be no ABC ED.

You sure? Cause I already got the D ??

Ryler tried to smother her laughter, but Neil heard her, shooting her a questioning look, his brow furrowed. “Who are you texting?”

“No one,” Ryler said, ignoring the burning in her cheeks.

“Then why are you blushing?” Kit asked.

“I’m commenting on funny memes on Instagram,” she said, tapping on the app quickly in case somebody got the big idea to snatch her phone.

“Why is that making you blush?” Neil asked.

“Because it was a dirty meme. ”

“You should send it to me,” Neil said, his gaze flicking briefly to Alia and back to Ryler. “I need a good laugh.”

Alia was curled up in the recliner, staring at the TV and not contributing to the conversation. Ryler had noticed her cousin barely ate anything for dinner and that she’d been pale and sluggish today. With this consistent stomach bug for almost a week, Ryler was seriously considering making her a doctor’s appointment and having her checked out. It would suck if she had gotten some kind of parasite in Bali, and they let it go for weeks or months.

“Alia, are you still not feeling great?” Ryler asked.

Alia shook her head. “Just queasy.”

“Maybe we should make a doctor’s appointment,” Ryler said.

“I’ll be fine,” Alia said, wrapping her arms around herself. “It’s just a bug.”

“You keep saying that, but most stomach bugs go away in twenty-four hours,” Ryler said.

Alia got up from the couch with a huff. “God, it’s my body and it’s my bug, so why don’t you just back off and let me deal with it?”

Ryler’s jaw dropped as her cousin stomped out of the room and slammed the bathroom door. Ryler looked from Neil to Kit. “What was that about?”

Kit shrugged.

Neil just kept staring at the TV.

“Does anybody know what’s going on with her?” Ryler asked.

“That time of the month?” Neil offered.

Ryler’s eyes narrowed. “You know that blaming a woman’s period for every mood swing is a good way to get yourself kicked right in the nuts.”

“Well, you’re the one talking about how she’s been off for a week, and isn’t that how long it lasts? Seems like simple logic.”

“Careful,” she said. “I love you, but I will not hesitate to throw you out that window and watch you fly through the air.”

Neil chuckled. “I’d love to see you lift me.”

Ryler’s phone beeped again, and when she checked out the message, it was a picture of Pike shirtless, lying on the bed with Jo.

I’m just lying here waiting for you.

Ryler slipped her phone into her pocket, her heart thudding excitedly. “I’m thinking we need something sweet and maybe some ginger ale for Alia. ”

“There’s Oreos in the pantry,” Kit said.

“I don’t feel like Oreos,” Ryler said, climbing off the couch. “I’m going to head to the store.”

“Hey, will you grab another case of Gatorade?” Neil asked. “The blue one.”

“Sure, anything else you guys need?” Ryler asked.

“I want those taffy cookies,” Kit said.

“I thought we had Oreos?”

“Yeah, but the taffy ones sound better. And you might want to get a bag of Jolly Ranchers for your cousin. I heard sour candies help with nausea.”

“How do you know that?” Ryler asked.

“My brother’s wife. When she was pregnant, she used to suck on them all the time. It made her feel better.”

Ryler paused with her purse over her shoulder, glancing toward the hallway where the bathroom door was. Could Alia …

Ryler shook her head. No. There’s no way that Alia was pregnant. If they were just hooking up, neither one of them would risk it by going bareback, and things had ended with the last person she’d dated three months ago.

Ryler walked down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door. “Hey, Alia. I’m going to the store and was going to pick you up some ginger ale. Do you need anything else?”

“Yeah,” Alia said quietly.

“What is it?” Ryler asked.

“I’ll shoot you a text,” Alia said. “I have to think about what it’s called.”

Ryler almost sighed, thinking about how complicated it was going to get now that all of them were shooting out suggestions on what she should buy at the store. At least having to buy multiple things gave her plenty of time to drive across town to Pike’s place.

When she got out to the car, she sent a text to Pike. What is your address?

Her phone beeped a few seconds later with his address, and she popped it into her GPS. The directions sent her across town, and as she made the drive, her phone kept beeping with messages, presumably from either Pike or the Excursions crew. She didn’t bother checking them, anticipation coursing through Ryler as she drew closer. She imagined crossing the threshold of his home and immediately dropping to her knees, relieving him of his pants and underwear to suck him into her mouth. She could imagine the sounds he’d make, and her pussy throbbed, her panties growing wetter as her GPS announced, “In one thousand feet, take the next left.”

She pulled into an empty parking spot that wasn’t covered and climbed out, crossing the parking lot. Before she even reached the sidewalk, Pike threw open the door, holding on to the top with his hands. He was shirtless and barefoot in just a pair of sweats. Ryler licked her lips as her eyes glided from his feet all the way up to his smiling face.

“What took you so long?” he asked.

“I had to find a good enough reason to leave,” she said.

“Getting laid is not a good enough reason?” he asked.

“I thought we were going to be discreet.” Ryler placed her hands over his chest, the hair tickling her fingers. Pike circled her waist with his arm and hauled her inside, slamming the door behind her with his foot. Someone above them knocked on the ceiling and yelled, “Stop slamming the door!”

“Your neighbor sounds like a peach.” Ryler sighed.

Pike cradled her face in his hands and kissed her, his tongue thrusting inside. Ryler opened wider, giving him better access, and the kiss deepened. Her knees trembled as he sucked her tongue, his fingers tangling in her hair. When he finally pulled away, he murmured, “I’ve been waiting all day to do that, and I don’t give a fuck about that asshole upstairs. All I wanna do is strip you down and feel your tight pussy around my dick.”

Ryler never thought she’d be one for dirty talk, but Pike’s guttural need spurred her into action, and she whipped her shirt over her head, roughly tossing it to the side.

“Where is Jo?”

“She’s in her crate. But the minute she sees you, she is not gonna be happy there.”

“Then maybe she shouldn’t see me,” Ryler said, pushing her yoga pants down. “Your couch looks comfortable.”

Pike grinned, dropping his sweats to his ankles. “We should probably sit on it and find out.”

Ryler reached out, wrapping her hands around his thick, hard cock, reveling at the softness of his skin, and smiled .

“All this for me,” she teased.

“Absolutely,” he said, picking her up by her thighs and lifting her against him, carrying her to the couch. He sat down with her straddling his lap, and Ryler leaned forward, positioning herself over his cock.

Pike took his dick in hand, rubbing it against her labia, pressing inward. Ryler felt him at her opening, the pull of her muscles welcoming him, and fuck, he was warm. She whimpered with need and he cursed. “Fuck, I need a condom.”

Ryler shuddered, realizing she’d been so caught up in her lust for him, she’d almost let him take her bareback, something she’d never done with anyone. She was always so careful, and yet here she was like an out-of-her-mind teenager, ready to roll the dice.

“I’m not on the pill, so that’s probably a good idea,” she said.

Pike kissed her hard and fast before moving her off his lap and onto the couch. He got up and went to a side table across the living room, and Ryler enjoyed watching the globes of his hard ass move.

Pike pulled out a condom from the table drawer, and Ryler laughed. “You just keep them everywhere around your apartment?”

Pike grinned. “You never know where the mood might strike.”

Ryler unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms, freeing her breasts as he swaggered back to her. She loved watching his eyes darken as he stared at her chest. She could tell by his reaction that Pike was definitely a boob man and was happy he appreciated her attributes.

“I’m starting to think you’re a bit of a man-whore,” she said.

Pike opened the condom with his teeth and sat down next to her, rolling it over his turgid cock. “I have experience.”

“Oh, so I am not off the marker, then,” she teased.

“Does that upset you?” he asked.

“Would it upset you if I said I’ve had dozens of lovers?”

Pike shook his head. “Sex is a natural occurrence and something that our bodies crave.” Pike picked her up and moved her over to him again, taking his dick in hand to rub it along her seam, circling her clit with his tip. “Besides, practice makes perfect, and I want to make sure you never have to say ice cream is better than sex again.”

Ryler’s laugh was cut off as Pike thrust inside her, filling her easily despite their lack of foreplay. The anticipation of being with him had made her wet and ready before she even got out of the car, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the fullness of him inside her .

Pike took her breast in his mouth and sucked, and she bounced on him, rolling her hips. Every time she pressed forward, there was a delightful zing that shot up to her stomach. A current that spread through Ryler’s limbs, tightening her nipples as he switched his ministrations to the other breast. Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands, bringing him closer to her, and Pike’s hands gripped her ass as he moved her faster and faster, his dick sliding in and out of her in a swift, steady rhythm. She rode him at a gallop, her breath coming out in rapid pants. She’d never imagined that an orgasm could come on so fast, but as it washed over her, waves upon waves of pleasure shaking her with every thrust, she cried out in bliss. As she rode out the sensations, Pike continued to thrust, his motions becoming jerky and uneven until finally, he released her breast and groaned, his head thrown back against the couch, watching her with heavy-lidded eyes. The intense expression on his face was arresting, and she couldn’t stop staring. She always thought it was strange to watch men come, oftentimes laughing at the stupid looks on their faces, but with Pike, it was empowering to study his parted lips and hungry eyes locked on her, and she didn’t want it to end.

Ryler leaned over and kissed his lips softly, her arms circling around his neck. “So that’s a quickie, huh?” she murmured.

Pike laughed. “You’ve never had one before?”

“Not in the same sense,” she said. “Usually they’re very quick, and I’m left unsatisfied.”

Pike opened one eye. “You can’t say that this time.”

Ryler laughed. “No, I can’t.”

Pike opened both eyes and threaded his hands in her hair, bringing her mouth down to his, his tongue roving over hers slowly, deeply. The kiss was sensual and caressing, making her moan.

Pike pulled away and kissed her jawline and her neck. “Can you stay awhile?” he whispered.

Ryler moaned, her hands running over his shoulders. “I told everyone I was going to the store. They’re going to wonder where I am if I take too long.”

Pike continued kissing her, moving along her collarbone. “I wish I could keep you here.” His words lit through her like lightning, and she froze. Was he asking her to stay in Mistletoe?

Pike must’ve realized what he had said, and his hands dropped to his sides. “I just mean that I want more time with you. I’m not ready to let you go.”

Ryler relaxed, laughing. “Believe me, I’d stay if I could.”

Ryler climbed off his lap, her legs wobbly. She gathered up her clothes from the floor. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“Yeah, it’s through the bedroom at the end of the hall,” he said.

Ryler followed his directions, passing by Jo’s cage. When the dog heard the footsteps, she started whining. Riley didn’t say anything, afraid of setting her off. She ducked into the bathroom, surprised by how clean and organized it was. She giggled when she noticed that Pike had more hair and skin products than she did. It made sense though, considering how much pride he took in how he looked.

She used the facilities and then started dressing, ignoring her vibrating phone. When all her clothes were back in place, she looked at the messages from Kit, who also wanted sherbet, and Neil, who wanted a case of Mountain Dew in addition to the Gatorade. And finally, Alia. The two word text message her cousin sent hit her like a fist in the chest, making it hard to breathe.

Pregnancy test.

What in the actual fuck had happened to her easy, drama-free life?

Alia was pregnant? If she was asking for a test, she didn’t know for sure, but she suspected. What was she going to do? What was her plan?

Ryler burst out of the bathroom, causing Jo to bark excitedly. Pike came into the bedroom, frowning. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’ve just got to get going. Thanks, this was great.” She gave him a quick kiss, bolting for the door. “I’ll see you.”

“Ryler, what—” Pike called after her, but she didn’t stop to listen to the rest of his question. Her cousin needed her.