The Christmas You Crash (Going Rogue #2)

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“Ryder?”

The condo is dark and quiet. Ryder was supposed to pick up Thai food on the way home from practice, but I figured he’d be home by now. Pulling my phone from my jeans pocket, I shoot him a quick text.

ME

You almost home? I miss you.

My phone doesn’t vibrate with any notifications. He must be stuck in traffic.

Shrugging, I kick off my shoes and pad toward our bedroom. It was a long day, and I’m tired. If Ryder’s not here, I might as well lie down for a few minutes. I strip as I walk, tugging off my sweater, then unzipping my jeans, leaving a trail of clothes behind me.

“So tired,” I grumble as I take a few steps into our bedroom. “Just a little nap.”

The door slams behind me, kick-starting my heart and instantly erasing my exhaustion. I start to spin around when strong arms wrap around my body, pinning my hands to my sides. Catching sight of a black ski-mask over my shoulder, I scream when a muffled voice whispers in my ear.

“You’re mine, now.”

Oh, hell, no.

“Eat shit, asshole,” I scream as I drag my heel down my attacker’s shin before slamming it down on the top of his foot. I grin viciously when a sharp elbow to the gut makes him let out a surprised puff of air, and then I turn to ram the heel of my palm into his nose.

“Shit, Oscar, stop. It’s me! Fuck, baby, stop.”

My palm is half an inch away from breaking Ryder’s nose when my brain catches up with my racing heart and I fall still. Blinking slowly, certain I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing, I ask the only logical question.

“What in the fresh hell do you think you’re doing right now?”

Ryder Hanson, my sexy, sweet fiancé, tugs the knit ski-mask off his face and smiles sheepishly. “Uh, you told me about that kinky romance you read last week where the guy chases his girl through a forest and then they fuck like rabbits when he catches her, and I thought it sounded fun?”

Oh. My. God.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I take in the all-black attire that reminds me so much of what Ryder was wearing the night we met. Then I catch sight of a few ties strewn on the bed and my lips twitch. “Let me get this straight. You thought it would be fun to dress up like a fucking serial killer without telling me so we could act out a kink scene from a book I read, even though I had no idea that was your plan?”

Ryder rubs the back of his neck and grimaces. “Well, when you put it like that, it sounds really stupid.”

I can’t help it. I throw back my head and laugh before closing the distance between us and wrapping my arms around his waist. “You said it Handsome, not me.”

“Right. Shit. Sorry. This was a dumb idea.”

My eyes stray to the neckties on the bed. Was he planning to tie me up? I could be down with that. Heat pools between my thighs and it’s clear my vagina agrees.

We are so down with that.

“Maybe it wasn’t entirely dumb,” I say as I grip the hem of his hoodie and tug it up. “Jumping out at me was dumb, but kinky sex where you tie me up and have your dirty, dirty way with me sounds fun.”

Ryder’s eyes hood, and just like that, he’s ripping the sweatshirt over his head and gracing me with a view that will never get old. Not even when he does. Seriously, my man is sexy as hell.

“You want me to tie you up, Oscar?”

My eyelashes flutter. “Mmhm.”

Ryder’s hands go to my hips and flex before he takes a step forward, herding me back toward the bed. “You want me to have my dirty way with you?”

“God, yes.”

His lips quirk into a salacious smirk. “Oh, Oscar. I hope you’re hydrated, because I’m about to fuck you until you’re hoarse from screaming.”

Oh, damn.

One second I’m standing, the next he’s picking me up and dropping me on the bed with a bounce. Strong hands tug at my clothes, plush lips trail over my body, and warm breath tickles my flushed skin. I gasp when Ryder ties the first necktie around my wrist and secures it to the headboard. The fabric is sumptuous and soft, but he doesn’t allow much give. A wanton moan falls from my lips when he secures my other hand.

Ryder stands over me once I’m tied to the bed, naked and writhing. His beautiful ice-blue eyes are heavy lidded and full of desire as he catalogues every inch of me while I do the same.

“Take off your pants,” I whine, staring at the growing bulge in his jeans.

“You’re not in charge right now, Oscar.” Ryder’s smirk grows as he palms himself through those stupid jeans.

Oh, damn. This shit is hot in romance books, but to experience it in real life? Pretty sure there’s already a damp spot on the sheet beneath me. My sweet, thoughtful fiancé is acting all tough and broody and dominant and I don’t hate it. Not here, while we’re in the bedroom, about to get freaky.

“Sorry, sir,” I reply coquettishly.

Ryder’s eyes widen. He runs a hand through his dark hair and groans, “Fuuuuck, baby.”

Oh, he likes that.

Emboldened by his reaction, I stick out my lower lip in an exaggerated pout. “Please, sir, I want to see you naked.”

He almost ruins the illusion of the big, tough, dominant act by tugging off his clothes so quickly I’m worried he’s going to give himself rug burn or something. But then he collects himself, wipes the eager smile off his face, and gives his dick a few strokes while his eyes feast on my naked body.

“This what you wanted, baby?” Ryder’s gravelly voice does bad, bad things to my insides.

“Yes. God, yes.”

Ryder smirks. “I can tell. Look at your pretty pussy. Your dripping for me, Lexi.” He crawls onto the bed and pushes my thighs apart to get a better look. “Fuck, baby. You need my cock, don’t you?”

“So badly,” I admit breathlessly. “Please fuck me.”

His head tilts to the side, tongue snaking out to wet his lips. Ryder reaches down and runs his fingers down my slit, coating them in my arousal before he uses them to circle my clit. My hips buck off the bed, desperate for more. Ryder obliges, rubbing circles over my sensitive bundle of nerves before pushing his fingers inside of me.

“Oh, god. Please, Handsome, please.”

Ryder’s lips curve. “So sweet when you beg, Alexis.”

When he withdraws his fingers, I whine. I need more. I need him.

“You want my cock?”

All I can manage is a frantic nod, and then he’s lifting my right ankle, bending my leg so it rests on his shoulder, and pushing into me with one punishing thrust.

“Oh, fuck,” I scream as he bottoms out, balls slapping against my ass. “Ryder!”

“Shut your pretty mouth and take my cock like a good girl,” he rasps.

Pretty sure my soul leaves my body because, hot damn, this version of Ryder is doing things to me. Don’t get me wrong—I would be so annoyed if he talked like this regularly—but in bed? Sign me up.

With each punishing thrust, Ryder pushes me up the mattress until I’m bracing myself on the headboard, Ryder’s ties biting into my wrists. The slight pinch of pain only serves to heighten the pleasure building in my body. They dance together in such perfect balance I know I won’t last long.

“You feel so good.” Ryder’s dark hair falls over his forehead, sweat beginning to bead along his brow. His eyes flutter shut, and he grunts as he fucks me harder and harder. “I’m not going to last long.”

“Good,” I say through panted breaths. “Because I’m not either.”

My back arches off the mattress as Ryder’s thumb presses down on my clit and his big dick stretches me. He’s an expert at playing my body. No one has ever given me the kind of pleasure Ryder Hanson does. And no one else ever will because he’s mine forever, and I am his.

That thought has pleasure coiling tighter in my lower belly. Forever with Ryder. It’s everything.

“I love you,” I moan as he leans forward, opening me up wider. “I love you.”

The tenderness in Ryder’s perfect blue eyes is everything. “I love you too, Oscar. Always.”

And then he surges. Held open like this, the crown of Ryder’s cock is hitting the most delicious places, and, combined with his expert fingers, I’m crying out with pleasure. It builds and builds in me, coiling tight and expanding to fill each cell in my body. I’m desperate for release, so full of him that all I can do is chant the word please over and over again.

“Gonna fill this pussy up,” Ryder grunts, his fingers pressing into my thigh as he holds my leg. “Gonna fill you up with so much cum then watch it drip out of your tight little cunt.”

Oh. My. God.

“Yes, yes, yes. Please, Ryder, please.”

My fiancé presses his thumb against my clit again, rubbing quick circles, and that’s it for me. I’m done. I scream, as my body tightens before exploding in pleasure. My toes curl, my back arches, and I throw my head back.

“Fuck yes, baby. Strangle my dick.” Ryder’s rhythm becomes erratic as he pumps into me, his thumb still circling my clit. “Milk my cock, Alexis.”

I’m a gasping mess of pleasure as my pussy flutters around Ryder, and in two more thrusts, he’s roaring with his own release. Heat lashes my inner walls as he comes inside of me. He fucks me through our orgasms before releasing my leg and collapsing on top of me with a deep, satisfied sigh.

“That will never get old.”

“No,” I agree, “it won’t.”

Ryder’s plush lips press against mine and he kisses me the way he always does. Like I’m everything to him. Like I’m precious, and beautiful, and perfect. When we break apart, he kisses the tip of my nose, my forehead, and my cheeks before rolling off of me and settling at my side.

“I love you, Oscar. I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

“I love you too, Handsome. I can’t wait until we’re officially family.”

He sighs deeply at that. It’s a contented sound that warms my chest. “We’re already family, Lex. Forever.”

I smile. “Forever.”