Chapter 48 "Where are we going?" I ask, following Ryker as he leads us through the hallways of Pembroke. His hand tightens around mine as he continues to guide us through a part of the club I haven't seen before. "Somewhere private," he responds. He looks over his shoulder at me, and before I can get another question out, he's pushing me up against the wall and pressing his lips to mine. I laugh as our lips connect. I should be concerned about the public display of affection, but I just can't seem to care. I never thought I'd be the person openly making out in a hallway of a busy country club, but I also have never felt this way about anyone before. I've never felt happier than I do in this moment. I don't care that I just quit my job and I don't know what's going to happen next. I don't care that my dad may never talk to me again. All I care about is that I'm with the man kissing me with so much passion it makes my toes curl. "Say it again," Ryker whispers against my lips. "Say what?" He pulls away and looks at me with an intensity I haven't seen in his brown eyes before. "That you're falling for me." I smile, my fingers tightening around the fabric of his shirt. "I'm falling in love with you." It still shocks me to say those words out loud, but it just feels right with him. Now that I've fully let him in, I don't want to pretend that I don't have strong feelings for him. How could I not? It's Ryker. He groans as his gaze heats. His eyes pull from mine as he looks around the hallway. Instead of responding, he pulls me toward a closed door. He hastily opens it and yanks me inside the room with him before closing the door behind us. I look around. It's some sort of storage closet. On the shelves are rows and rows of folded-up napkins and towels with the Pembroke logo stitched on them. "What are we doing in here?" I ask, trying not to moan when Ryker's lips find my neck. His large hands find my waist as he trails kisses along my tender skin. "I'm falling in love with you too," he says, his lips moving against my neck. I smile because it feels so good to hear him say those words. I've spent so long feeling like I was unlovable that it makes my heart soar to hear that I was wrong. I'm not unlovable at all. I just hadn't met the right person yet. His fingertips drift underneath the fabric of my shirt. "Ryker," I warn, loving the feel of his fingertips against my skin. I felt his touch everywhere on my body early this morning, but that seems like a lifetime ago. After everything that's transpired since this morning, I'm starving for his touch. I just didn't expect to be getting it in a closet at the club where anyone could walk in at any moment. "I need you." He pulls his lips from my skin and meets my gaze. "I can't wait. Not after knowing how you feel. I need you now, baby." I can't help but give him a smile. He's just so perfect and I can't believe he's mine. "It'll take us ten minutes to get back to your house." He smirks. "That's ten minutes too long. You know all the things I could do to you in ten minutes?" Wetness pools between my thighs at his words. "We shouldn't. What if we get caught?" He slips his fingers into the waistband of my shorts. "We won't get caught. You just have to be quiet." I close my eyes when his fingertips trail over where I need him most. He doesn't waste any time. He circles my clit in a way that has my entire body relaxing into his touch. "How does that feel?" he asks, his voice hoarse as he continues to tease me. "You know it feels good," I respond, opening my eyes to find his gaze hot on me. "But we're in public. Anyone could find⁠-" He stops my words by kissing me and I moan when he slips two fingers inside me at the same moment his tongue meets mine. I can't pretend I don't want this. The thought of him stopping the delicious torture he's started is worse than the thought of someone catching us. Plus, I understand his need. Now that the feelings are out in the open, I need him in a way that I can't even explain. This man. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Fuck, baby, you're soaking wet," Ryker points out, pulling his lips from mine and going back to kissing my neck. "It's what you do to me," I confess, my cheeks heating. He lets out a groan as his fingers pick up speed inside me. He presses the heel of his hand against my clit, making me moan even more from how incredible it feels. "You're mine," he declares, desperation in his tone. I nod because it's all I can do at the moment due to the overwhelming amount of pleasure overtaking my senses. It's the way he fills me and plays with my clit at the same time, the heated look in his eyes and the desperate tone to his words, paired with the idea of getting caught, that makes everything about this moment one of the hottest I've ever experienced. "Say it out loud," he demands, his eyes hot on mine. "I'm yours," I tell him. I don't know how I could ever be anyone else's. He owns my heart. He always will. A growl rips from his throat the moment the words leave my mouth. I don't know if I've seen him this desperate. If I knew telling him I was falling for him would turn him into this, I might've told him sooner. Although the events from today are the ones that made me finally realize the feelings I had for the man in front of me. "I'm always going to be yours," he says, the pace of his fingers picking up inside me. It feels too good. It's too much. He's going to have me coming against his fingers before we have time to do anything else. "You better be," I respond, my words hoarse and hurried as I near an orgasm. He leans in to kiss me once again and it doesn't take long for him to send me over the edge. I moan, but he swallows my sounds, muffling them so no one can hear us. The orgasm seems to last forever. His fingers continue to push in and out of me as I ride out every last wave of it. Finally, I grab his wrist and stop him once my body relaxes and I regain my bearings. "Ryker," I breathe, not knowing what else to say. There's an intensity between us now that we've confessed our feelings. That orgasm was everything, and I know it won't compare to the one I'll have when his dick is inside me again. "You're so perfect," he marvels, his eyes scanning my face. I smile because this man makes me smile more than anyone ever has before. "Can you be quiet?" I ask, an idea popping into my head. I bite my lip, watching him carefully. He cocks his head to the side. "What?" I drop to my knees, wanting to make him feel as good as he just made me feel. I look at the obvious bulge in his shorts as I lick my lips in anticipation. "Cami." My name comes out pained as I undo the button of his shorts. "It's my turn," I point out. I look at him from where I'm on my knees, loving the way he looks down at me. I've never felt so powerful in my life. He's been great at voicing how he feels about me, but even if he hadn't, I would already know. It's in every look he gives me, in the way he always needs to touch me. He's mine. And I want to make my man feel good. I lower his briefs and free his dick, finding a bead of precum already on his tip. "Remember to be quiet," I tell him, wrapping my fingers around the base of him. I don't give him time to respond before I'm wrapping my lips around him. He lets out a growl as I move up and down his length, making sure to keep my tongue flat as I try to fit as much of him in my mouth as possible. His fingers wrap in my hair as I continue to work him in and out of my mouth. I keep my fingers wrapped around his base. He's too big for me to fit every inch of him, so I try to make it as good as I can with a mix of my hand and mouth. I love the sounds he makes as I continue to give him a blow job. He moans. He groans. He repeats my name over and over again with the sexiest rasp that fuels me to keep going until he comes. "I'm going to come," he hurriedly gets out. He tries to push my head away, but I suck my lips around him tighter. He tries again, but it's too late. His dick pulses in my mouth and then he comes. I swallow every drop, reveling in the fact that I'm the one who made him feel this way. "Cami, Cami, Cami," he rasps, saying my name over and over again like a plea. I keep my mouth on him until I know he's done. When I pull away, I look up at him with a smile before wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand. Ryker shakes his head. "Fuck, baby, that was..." "I'm not sure you did very well at being quiet," I point out, standing up. This makes him smile. He tucks himself back into his shorts. "With your mouth around my cock like that, it's impossible for me to be quiet. That was so fucking hot, princess." "Good." "Now I want to fuck you." This makes me smile. "I want that too." He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his body. "Let's get back to the house. Next time you come, I want to hear you scream my name."