Very Bad Things (11 page)

Sucking her lips in to stop herself from speaking, she
picked up her drink. She blew over the top of the drink to try to get it to a
comfortable temperature.

He moved around the kitchen holding out pans. Ryker,
like always, looked completely in control. Nothing fazed him at all with what
he was doing. He moved toward her to start putting food on her plate. Fiona
sipped her coffee, wishing there was something she could do to fill the sudden
silence that had fallen upon them. He placed bacon, eggs, tomatoes, and toast
onto her plate and onto his. She noticed his plate had more on it.

Ryker sat opposite her, bringing his coffee with him.
“I thought you’d like a breakfast like this.”

She smiled. “I do.
Erm
, what
is all of this about?”

“
What do you mean?”

“
This is really nice and sweet.” She shook her head. “You know what,
never mind.” Fiona picked up her fork and started to cut into the food on her
plate. She didn’t know why she was nervous about the reason for him cooking
breakfast.

They didn’t know much about each other, and she needed
to keep reminding herself that she hadn’t been in his life for long. Last night
he’d given her a chance to leave, and instead of taking it, she’d stayed behind
for him to fuck. Was she looking for trouble?

No, she hadn’t been looking for trouble or for
anything. Ryker had given her an option that she’d not wanted to take. The last
thing she wanted to do was leave Ryker. He meant so much to her, and she didn’t
want to lose what he’d given her.

He reached over the table to still her hand from
eating more food.

“
I made you some breakfast, Fiona. I wanted to do something special for
you.”

“
Why?” She frowned. Why the hell was she questioning him when he was
doing something nice for her?

“
Last night, I loved every second of what we had together. I didn’t go
easy on you. From the moment we first met I’ve not gone easy on you.” Fiona
couldn’t tear her gaze away from him. “I wanted to show you another side of me.
I’m not just a monster who kills people. There is a lot more to me than that.”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Here he was
doing something nice for her and she questioned it.

“
Ryker, I don’t need you to do something nice for me,” she said.

He squeezed her hand gently. “This is what I wanted to
do. I’m not just a monster, Fiona. There’s more to me than a gun.”

Chapter Sixteen

“
I’d like to take you somewhere today,” he said, holding her gaze with
his own. They had finished eating just a few moments before, and she still
looked uncomfortable because he had made her breakfast. He couldn’t blame her
for feeling a little off kilter about his actions. This certainly wasn’t how he
acted the majority of the time, and in fact he hadn’t acted like this for
anyone in his life. But there was something different about her, something
special that shook his perfectly controlled world, and eased the darkness in
him.

She was his perfect masochist that yearned for the sadistic
monster he held deep inside of his body, one that refused to give up control.
He’d never change, not even for her, but it was clear she didn’t want him to
change. He didn’t know what this was between them exactly. It wasn’t something
that could easily be classified in terms of a label, but that wasn’t what
bothered him. Would she freak as time went on, realize that the man she wanted,
the one right in front of her, was indeed an evil bastard that hurt people to
ease his monster inside, and also make a living?

“
Where do you want to take me?”

“
I thought you could use a little time away and enjoy some solitude after
all the hectic shit that had happened in the last forty-eight hours.” He stood,
grabbed her plate and empty coffee cup, and took them to the sink. He wasn’t
the domestic kind of man, and he felt weird as hell for doing this for her. But
truth was he needed to show her that he wasn’t all hatred and violence, that he
could be the kind of man that she could be with, could trust.

“
And where would that be?” she asked, and he could hear the slight
amusement in her voice.

Turning and facing her, he smiled, feeling so strange
because of the emotions that filled him. “I’d like to take you to a spot that I
have gone to try to clear my head when the shitty things in my life refuse to
leave.” He held his hand out, and when she stood and walked toward him, slipped
her hand in his, and smiled, he knew there was a chance she could see past
everything and be with him for good.

****

They had been driving for the last twenty minutes and
were well outside of the city limits, but Ryker wanted her all to himself, and
this place would offer them solitude. “You doing
good
,
baby?” he asked, and reached over to grab her hand.

“
Yeah,” she said, and he heard the solace in her voice. They were going
to the small lake that Ryker had gone to on more than one occasion to clear his
head. It was out in the middle of nowhere, deep within the forest that
surrounded the city, and it would offer her a chance to clear her mind, too.
This spot was quiet and the perfect place for them to spend some time together.
He wasn’t about to talk about the past or the violence that he lived anymore.
Now was the time that they would start over, and move forward.

He drove through the small back road trails of the
mountains, down into the valley, and finally pulled off to the side and cut the
engine. He was out of his vehicle first, and moved around to help her out of
the passenger side. For several seconds all Ryker did was
hold
her. He then moved away and grabbed a blanket from the back of the car, and
reached out to take her hand again. Ryker led them down the path that took them
to the lake, and then laid the blanket on a smooth, flat large rock in front of
the icy water. They sat side-by-side, neither saying anything, and both
focusing on the water.

“
It’s freezing out here,” she said and wrapped her arms around herself
further. She wore a pair of his fleece pants, a sweater, and he had given her
an oversized coat. She looked ridiculously adorable in them.

He turned and faced her after a few seconds, just
staring at her. “I know, and we won’t stay out here long, but I wanted you to
try to clear your head of all the shitty things that have happened so far.” He
lifted his other hand and cupped her cheek. He ran his thumb along her skin,
and she lifted her hand and placed it over his. It was strange to be able to
feel someone’s emotions as strongly as if they were his own.

“
I know this is going to sound crazy, but, Fiona, baby, I want you in my
life.” He let go of her and faced the lake once more. It seemed like ages that
they sat there in silence, but it was a very comfortable, easy quietness. “The
shit I’ve seen and done sometimes keeps me up at night, and so I come here,
just close my eyes, and try to focus on nothing.” He faced her again. “But
since you’ve come into my life, even after only a couple of days, I’ve realized
that all the dark shit I’ve done doesn’t compare to the pure feelings I have
for you.”

She smiled and glanced down at his lips. “Honestly,
talking about all the bad stuff that happened doesn’t make me feel any better.”
She faced the lake, and closed her eyes. For long moments they didn’t speak,
and the content feeling that surrounded them was peaceful. “You’re right. It is
very peaceful, and my thoughts are clearing.” She looked at him again. She
pressed her lips to his, and then moved off of him. He was surprised at first,
but when she started kissing him harder, with more passion, he knew he wouldn’t
be able to stop.

Standing, scooping her up, and grabbing the blanket,
he strode to the car again. The SUV was massive enough in the back that when he
set her on the ground and spread the blanket down
they
could lie comfortably. Once she was sitting in the back of the SUV, he went to
the front, started the engine, and cranked the heater. Then Ryker was in the
back with her, kissing her hard and possessively, and not stopping until they
were both so sated they couldn’t breathe.

He backed away long enough to remove her clothing, and
arousal started to cover her expression. When she was naked in front of him it
took him only a couple of seconds to get undressed, too.

“
God, it’s so cold.”

“
I can warm you up, baby,” he said right beside her ear, and then in the
next instant he had his arms wrapped around her waist and they were both lying
on the blanket. Goosebumps popped out along her flesh, and he nuzzled her neck
trying to warm her.

 
“
I just want to
start over with you.” She pulled back and looked up at him. Ryker stared at her
for a few seconds before he leaned down and claimed her mouth. For long,
drugging minutes all they did was kiss. He was so fucking hard against her
belly, and a wave of arousal slammed into him, stealing his breath and making
him want her with desperation.
 
And then
Fiona shifted so that she was straddling his waist, and cupped his face with
her hands. The vehicle started to heat, and the
goosebumps
vanished from her flesh.

“
I need you, baby. I need you like a drowning man needs to breathe.” He
stared into her eyes, breathed in deeply, and exhaled just as forcefully. He
kissed her again, and again, and when she went to reach between their bodies he
stopped her and pulled back. “Being mine means that you.
Are.
Mine.” He stared hard at her. “Do you understand me?”

She nodded.

He kissed her again, and the desire to be with her, to
show her how much she meant to him rose swiftly inside of Ryker. “I’ve claimed
you already, baby, devoted myself to you because you
are
my world now.”

“
I need you, too, Ryker.”

On the outside he was the epitome of what everyone
thought a killer was. But with her he was hers.
Only hers.

She cupped his cheeks again and leaned down to kiss
him this time. “I’m done talking about the bad stuff, Ryker. I want to focus on
us now.”

He kissed her again, and soon that soft, gentle kiss
turned frantic as they pressed their tongues together, moved them around in a
sexual manner, and repeated the action over and over again. His pulse raced,
and he felt how wet her pussy was as she slid against his dick. It was like a
lead pipe between his thighs. He was clenching his fingers on her hips and
started to take on a faster, more demanding pace.

For a second all she did was look at his chest and run
her hands over his skin, and he was growing more frantic with his need for her
with each passing second. “You keep looking at me like that, baby, and I’m
going to fucking devour you.”

“
I want you to devour me.”

He felt more moisture leave her when he cupped her
breasts, squeezed the mounds rhythmically, and leaned in to suck her left
nipple into his mouth. He made this deep-rooted noise in the back of his
throat. For long drugging moments he bit and sucked at the turgid peak, and
then alternated to her other side. He felt the blood rush to the surface as he
tormented and teased her, and soon she was grasping the short strands of his
hair and moaning out for more. All he wanted was Fiona, right here and now, and
for them to put everything behind them and only focus on each other.

“
I am so fucking hard for you.” He murmured the words against her breasts
but didn’t stop sucking on her flesh. “Can you feel it?” He lifted his hips
slightly so his cock rubbed along her folds.

“
Take me, Ryker. Fuck me right here.”

He turned around and had her on her back on the
blanket with his body over hers seconds later. He placed his hands on her inner
thighs, wrenched them open, and stared at her pussy like he was starving and
ready to devour her alive.

“
You’re so wet for me, baby.”

She gripped his shoulders and pulled him closer. They
kissed again and again and once more until she was lifting her hips, as if
seeking his hardness. His hands were everywhere on her, touching her pussy,
rubbing her slick, bare folds until she was muttering unintelligible words.
With his mouth still on hers, he reached between their bodies and placed his
cock against her pussy. He rubbed the length up and down her cleft.

He had her on her belly and positioned her so that her
lower body was off the ground now. Ryker had his hands on the mounds of her ass
before she could even blink. “Fuck, baby, the things I want to do to you.” He
palmed her ass. “The dirty, hard, and rough things that would make you scream
out my name as you
came
so hard you couldn’t even hold
yourself up anymore.”

She curled her fingers into the blanket.

“
We have all the time in the world for me to show you the darker side of
pleasure, the ones where I give you so much of it that you gasp out my name and
beg me to never stop.”