Chapter 200 A Man Called Ryder {6}

Chapter 200 A Man Called Ryder {6}
Ryder had his eyes fixated on me as he ran over the story of who he was. He was a cardiologist who had been working in Louis' hospital for the past decade. He was thirty years old when his colleague, and his closest friend poisoned him. When the case was investigated, the reason for Ryder's near death was stealthy ridiculous.

Rudolph had been arrested. Though he'd denied all accusations thrown at him. Raye had been supportive in helping Ryder's lawyer, she was the only one who had been able to see Ryder after all.

It was warm to see that my parents loved Ryder O'Connell. Even Raye and Darlene hit it off after we all had dinner. Mum would never ceased to acknowledge the fact that I brought home the best suitor.

"Suitor?" The word laughed at me. She was already placing him at that level already? Wasn't she hilarious?

I was forced to take Ryder to my previous room where I stayed before I moved out. Everyone wanted to eavesdrop on our conversation, and I desperately needed to be alone with him.

We sat two inches apart, silently staring at each other until he cupped his fingers around me, dragging me to his laps. Straddling him, I gasped as his masculine cologne cut through me. He was fucking real.

My breath hitched as I cupped his face, his gaze tilted to my eyes. "With the way you stare at me, I can't keep my hands away from you." His voice was almost like a whisper.

My tongue grazed my lips, trying a thin smile to my face. "You should have told me to come around_"

"You just didn't believe me when I told you I would come, did you?" He interrupted me.

"But your parents told me you were probably never going to make it." I objected.

His jaw tightened, his brows arched. "And you believe that against my words?"

I lowered my eyes, hating the fact that he could see through me. He tilted my chin. "I would have told you to come around, but I didn't. I wanted to fight like you'd asked of me, and that was what I did," he paused, scoffing, "you were the one who believed I could have another chance at life yet you didn't believe I would come?" The look on his face had my heart slashed into two.

"I'm sorry, I _" I swallowed.

The corners of his mouth quirked, "you don't have to be sorry, Mylar. I just need you to be more trusting. Can you do that for me?"

I didn't understand why he was getting me all teared up. I should have been there for him, stayed by his side while he woke from being comatosed. But what did I do? I only forced him down here on his first awakening.

A tear coursed down my cheek. While I worried about pleasing my parents, I hadn't thought about how this would take a toll on him. I should have been there, I should have been there. My dam broke as I began to sob.

"Mylar, Mylar," he coaxed, leaning in to plant kisses on my tear-strickened face. "Will you stop the tears?"

"You're not _even proper_properly fit to leave the hospital and I forced you down here," my shoulder jerked as I cried.

"Baby, you didn't force me down here against my wish. I told you I would come. And that I did." He palmed my face as we stared on.

I burowed my head into his chest as I continued to sob. "Mylar, Mylar, what will you have me do when your tears alone rent my heart?" His hand stroke my back.

As he rocked me, my sobs subsided. I was feeling something pressed underneath me. It was hard, even as he rocked me, it spiked a series of pleasure wedging through me.

Pulling back my head, I studied Ryder's face through my messy curls. "Do you know what you do to me, Mylar?" He brushed the strands covering my face.

Again, my tongue flicked to my mouth. "I'll be a liar if I told you that restraining myself in touching you is my greatest forte. Everytime you flip a gaze, strut in or do a thing as brush your hair with your hand, it turns me on," he said.

My breath hitched, my heart beating rapidly to the sound of his voice. My lips tried to reply to what he'd just said but nothing would spill from my mouth. His words alone had killed all formed words.

He leaned in, taking in my reaction. When our lips met, I hissed instantly, gathered his hair in my hands and let his tongue sink into my mouth.

When our kiss deepened, I was stripping him of his shirt. "Your parents can come in anytime, Mylar," he rasped, slipping his hands underneath my exposed thighs.

"I don't care," I rambled, struggling to get his dick out from his trousers.

He chuckled, noting my impatience. "I bet you've been dreaming of this all day," he teased me, helping me push down his trousers.

I lifted my buttocks up slightly as he drew out the rest of his briefs. Kissing him back, my hands fished for his staff. Damn, seeing it throb in my hands felt damn good.

"I want it inside me," I ran my thumb acros the tip, that must have ignited the precum that followed.

He groaned, nipping at my left ear. "You're completely wilding, Mylar. This dick cannot wait another second, else it spills on its own accord," he pushed my panties aside and pushed me into his staff.

The intrusion had us staring at each other momentarily. The entrance was mind blowing, that it had me leaning into him, else I erupt.

"Doesn't this wilding turn you on?" I pushed my buttocks up slowly, then slammed it back the same way.

His lips parted, his face scrunched. "Perhaps you'll be the death of me."

I let out a scoff, took his lips in a swift kiss. "I don't want you dying on me." I told him, slamming down his dick.

He grinned as he cupped my derriere, allowing me the honour of slamming down his length. His eyes circled, sticking his lip to his teeth.

"Mylar, oh, my sweet Mylar," his hands combed my torso, cupping my breasts.

As we pressed into each other, kissing and moaning, we both weren't aware of the persistent knocks on the door. When the door pushed forward, we froze. Thank goodness, I had turned on the lock.

"Mylar, are you guys in there?" Mum called out.

"Yes!" I slowed my breaths. "We'll be out there soon." I responded.

Ryder was grinning at me when I turned to look at him. "She's going to add pieces to the puzzle."

"You enjoy teasing me, don't you?" I planted a kiss to his sweaty neck, opened my mouth and bit into his neck.

"Fuck, Mylar. Do that hit again, and I'm going to skeet a hot load inside you." He warned.

I guessed I love to tease him. When I did it again, he carried me up, turned us around and started thrusting inside me.

"That is!" I said, raining hard slams into me. By the time I came, he had his hand over my mouth - fucking me thoroughly till he was far spent.

"I think I'm going to have to stay here awhile," he dropped his weight on me, kissing me.

"I don't think that's a good idea," I reminded him to which he scoffed, pushing his tongue to curl against my tongue.