Page 154 of Wallflower

Shifting slightly, I turn to lock his gaze. Ripley places the chain over the front of my neck, a wary look in his eyes as he waits for a safeword that won’t come. I’m so down for whatever the fuck he’s picturing in this moment.

Taking the chain on either side of my throat in his grip, he rocks his hips, slowly picking up speed as he plays with my ability to breathe.

My gasping breaths spur him on as they are threaded through with my garbled moans of pleasure.

“Ripley! Please!” I cry, teetering on the edge of a euphoria he controls.

He hauls me back against his chest, hold still tight on my binding. With his free hand, he brushes the hair back from my face. “Let me see that pretty fucking face, flower. I want to watch you bloom for no one but me.”

I jerk a nod. “Yes,” I whisper, attempting to move but Rip doesn’t offer even an inch of wiggle room. I’m at his mercy.

“Watch,” he whispers against the shell of my ear as he cups my jaw, guiding me to face our reflection in the mirror. His confident touch slides down between my breasts as I squirm on his cock. Ripley’s hot mouth blazes a path of hungry kissing along my skin as his touch descends my abdomen to my swollen clit.

He circles slow, applying just the right amount of pressure as he sets a mind-scrambling rhythm.

I lose myself chasing the sensation, voice pitching like I’m being murdered by dick when my orgasm rips through me.

Riley drops the chain, arms coiling around me as he follows me off the ledge with a roar that echoes my name.

Rip’s phone is ringing off the hook, violently vibrating itself right off the nightstand that’s too far away to care. He doesn’t so much as stir, and I’m ready to throat punch him so he does something about it.

I’ve been awake since it started buzzing twenty minutes ago, but I’m a stubborn bitch who doesn’t want to get out of bed.

The phone Rip gifted me starts buzzing under my pillow. Inwardly, I scold myself for bringing it to bed, but I needed something to drown out Ripley’s snoring—the volume of which could easily rival whatever his favourite daily dinosaur is—and my comfort show does just that. It easily smothers all other sound as soon as the intro song starts. I get sucked in so fast I can’t help but clap along at that one part, startling my bedmateevery time. My brain knows every upcoming line, and because I recite it in my head, I forget all things around me while devouring Kyle’s hidden tub of ice cream.

Knowing I won’t recognize the number calling me, I slide my hand under the fluffy pillow, silencing the vibrations. I don’t know who has my number other than Ripley, so I refuse to answer. A single buzz rattles against my palm as my irritation grows. Who’s fucking texting me?

Unknown:

It’s Bucky, Glitch had her babies.

I add his number to the contact list as my annoyance quickly disperses, then send a reply.

Rose:

That’s great! Send pics?

Bucky:

Sure, but you have to come see them, they’re adorable.

Attachment.

The little hairless sugar gliders aren’t near as cute as I expected. I can actually see why Rip calls them rats now.

Rose:

I’ll let Ripley know when he wakes up. You at Bleakcrest?

Bucky:

Yep. The gang’s all here. Kyle, Shantel, and I did a rotating shift to watch Glitch last night.

Excitement tingles through my veins.

Rose:

We’ll be over as soon as possible.