Chapter 33

*RYKER*

Why does she keep calling me? I slammed the phone down on the table. I had walked out of the bedroom thinking Deacon was calling, I didn't want to wake up my girl. I heard giggles, and then humming in my ear. Why is she doing this? Why now? I searched and searched for her. I sat down at the bar and poured me a drink. I can't sleep like this, I can't relax, and my mind won't stop racing. Why does she keep calling me? The phone rang again, "If you are going to call me bitch, at least have the balls to say something to me!" I screamed out. "Boss?" This time it was Deacon. "She called again, didn't she?" He said quietly. "Why does she keep calling me?" I asked him the impossible question I had been asking myself. "I don't know Ryk, I will find out." He said seriously, telling me he was just as upset by it as I was. He remembers, How dark I got when she disappeared. I thought it was my fault. I thought I had put her in danger. It sounds like she wasn't in danger at all. She left, without a trace, and now she is haunting me. I need to know why. I looked up from my drink after hanging up with Deacon. She stood there, staring at me, in a t-shirt. I could see her nipples trying to escape the fabric. I sucked in the air and stood up from my chair. She smiled at me and started to say something but I told her to stay quiet. I needed this distraction, I needed to feel her skin. I walked over to her grabbed her messy bun from the back pulling her head back to expose her neck to me. I ran my fingers down before sinking my teeth into her and pulling her into me. She moaned loudly. I licked and sucked my way down her neck onto her collar bone running my other hand up her thigh and grabbing her ass into my hand. I thrust myself into her so she could feel how hard she made me. "I want you," I said into her ear as I gripped the hem of the shirt pulling it up and over her head. I stood back and stared at her. Her skin, the shapely mounds of her breasts, the curve in her hips, and the light patch of hair between her legs called for me. I wanted to devour her whole. She bit her bottom lip and looked at me coyly.

I grabbed her hand and spun her around so I could see all of her. She was perfect. I walked her to the bar, placing both of her hands firmly in place and got behind her. I started trailing kisses and nibbles from her shoulder blade down her back to her ass. I kissed her cheeks and bit them softly. When she would jerk or move I would smack her ass to give her a startle. "Stand still. Let me enjoy you." I growled. I ran my hand down her legs and back up spinning her around and picking her up. I placed her on the table. I was going to bury myself in her, mentally and physically. I ran both hands roughly down her chest, squeezing her breasts, and moving down to her hips. I pulled her to the edge of the table and spread her legs apart giving myself a full view. "You are so fucking perfect," I said hoarsely while I forced my shorts off. She watched me, her lips parted slightly, and a look of pure carnal need in her eyes. "Are you ready baby girl?" I asked while I lined my shaft up with her warmth. She nodded. "I need to hear you," I said this time sounding a little more desperate than I liked hearing. "Yes, Daddy!" She said breathlessly. I pushed myself slowly inside of her, enjoying every inch of her. I took my time moving, being selfish with my strokes, taking pleasure in feeling the fountain I created inside of her. Her moans almost sounding impatient, like she was begging me to take her. I braced myself on the table and told her to wrap her legs around me tightly, and I lost it. I had never gone this hard before, I had to, I had to make her feel me, the real me. She was screaming, but I didn't hear any safewords coming out so I kept going as fast and as hard as I could. She had tears in her eyes, and her eyeliner was running. When she exploded I felt it, like a burst inside, and I went right along with her. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't speak, I just shook. It almost scared me how good she made me feel. Something I had never felt before. I grabbed her carried her to the loveseat, and collapsed with her on top of me. We both lay there together, entangled, naked, and sweating.

"Are you okay?" I asked when I finally calmed my breathing and my mind. "I am." She said looking up at me. "Are you okay?" She asked in a small voice. I looked down at her, lying right beneath my collarbone, knowing how sore she would be because of what had just happened. "I am now," I said running my fingers down her cheek. "You aren't." She said a little louder this time. "I wasn't, but I am now baby girl. I feel much better. Being inside of you calms my mind." She gave me a half smile before closing her eyes. I had worn her out. I lay there staring at her until I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.

"No stop, Please, I'm sorry.." She was shaking and crying, but she was still asleep. I jumped up, shaking her. "Iris, wake up! You are okay, you are with me, baby. Wake up!" Her eyes fluttered open, but tears streamed down her cheeks. "What happened?" I asked her suddenly furious at whatever was terrorizing her dreams. "I'm sorry, I had a bad dream." I noticed she was subconsciously covering herself. I grabbed the throw off of the back of the loveseat and threw it over her. She wrapped it around her as she sat up slowly. She still seemed confused, shaken from her dream. "What did you dream about?" she looked at me and parted her lips but stayed quiet and looked down at her hands. "Iris?" She looked up at me again, this time shaking her head no, "I don't remember." She lied to me, I could tell she knew, but I didn't push it. "Okay, well let's go get some clothes on and get into an actual bed for a few more hours," I said pulling her up off the couch. She smiled at me, relieved I didn't push the subject. I walked to the bedroom, and she followed. I gave her a T-shirt and put on a pair of shorts. we crawled into bed and I wrapped my arms tightly around her. "If you ever want to talk to me about the nightmare, I will be here baby," I whispered in her ear, feeling her tense up. Something has happened to her, something is haunting her as well. I got a sick feeling, angry that I couldn't fix it, and sick to think of someone hurting my perfect girl. I tried to shake it off, closing my eyes, and replaying the table in my mind. I couldn't. I grabbed my phone and asked Deacon to find whatever he could about her past. I will find out who hurt her. I will take care of this. I felt a tinge of guilt looking into her deeper than I already had, but I had to know what was haunting her, and she wasn't going to tell me. I laid my phone back down and closed my eyes, again, this time falling back to sleep.

I woke to an alarm on my phone. I reached the other side of the bed finding it empty. My heart started to pound. I could smell something flowery coming from the bathroom. She must be in the shower. I walked to the door and could see the T-shirt lying on the counter. She wasn't there. I turned on some water and jumped into the shower. She must be making breakfast but I needed a hot shower to start the day. I stood there for a solid 5 minutes before washing anything. Once I was clean I stood there again. When I got dressed I headed to the kitchen. She wasn't there either. My heart started to pound again. "IRIS?" I yelled out, but no one responded. I looked throughout the house, thinking maybe she went exploring again. Nothing. I couldn't breathe. Where the hell did she go? I called security and Deacon answered. "Have you seen Iris? She is gone. I can't find her?" I said frantic. "Oh, boss. She left." He said sounding like he was filled with pity. My heart sank, which made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't want my heart to do anything for anyone. "Why?" I said firmly, trying not to allow my emotions to take me over. "She was angry. She said she left you a note." I looked around the kitchen, finding the note on the table.

Dear Ryker.