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as I watched Ryker flirt with various women around the bar as they draped themselves all over him. He caught my gaze more than once, giving me his seductive grin every time and causing my stomach to tighten.
    “You ready to go, baby?” Bryce whispered in my ear as he trailed his fingers over my thigh. We both had a nice buzz going, making us overly touchy and affectionate. His mouth trailed down the side of my neck, pressing kisses as his hands began to roam over my body.
    “Yes,” I nearly moaned as I tilted my head to give his lips better access to the sensitive skin of my neck.
    Bryce disentangled himself from me before helping me out of the booth. As he led me to the exit, my eyes locked with Ryker’s once again. His deep eyes were hardened, his smirk absent from his beautiful lips as he took me in. He paid no attention to the slutty blonde draping herself all over him as he watched me walk away. I couldn’t fight the guilt and disappointment creeping into my stomach as we left.
     

     
    I followed Bryce back to his condo. As soon as the front door shut, I was on him instantly. I tugged at his clothes, needing them off so I could feel his skin against mine. I needed to feel something other than the emotions plaguing me constantly, needed his touch to drown out everything else.
    Pushing him down the familiar hallway to his bedroom, I freed his body from his shirt. Even his toned form had nothing on Ryker, whose immaculately chiseled muscles bordered on perfection.
    Stop thinking about him!
    As we burst through the bedroom door, I fumbled with the belt on his jeans before unbuttoning them as Bryce’s lips claimed mine. Our hands urgently worked together to take the rest of each other’s clothes off as we fell onto his bed.
    Bryce rifled through his bedside nightstand until he pulled out a condom. He eagerly ripped open the wrapper before sheathing his hard length, pressing it against my entrance within seconds.
    Ryker’s face came into my mind when my eyes fluttered shut as Bryce slowly pushed inside me, groaning as he filled me.
    God, I wish it were him inside me right now.
    Thrusting at an almost perfect pace, Bryce knew exactly how to please me, knew exactly what I wanted. My eyes closed in pleasure as Bryce’s hands threaded in my hair and tugged lightly, pulling my head back to expose my throat.
    My lids snapped open as I roughly remarked, “Bryce.”
    Apologizing, he immediately let go, “Sorry, Ky. I forgot.”
    Not responding, I tried to focus on the sensations of Bryce stroking inside me. Increasing his pace, he continued to plunge in and out of my slick, hot sex. I could feel my climax approaching as his large cock pounded against my walls. Almost there.
    I pushed against Bryce, notifying him that it was my turn to take over. I always controlled when I came, needed to have that power over my body. No one will ever take that power from me again.
    Bryce rolled us until he was on his back and I was mounted on top of him. Beginning to rock against him, I closed my eyes as I pictured Ryker. A moan escaped me as I thought of his luscious mouth, visualizing his tongue ring tracing over every intimate area of my body.
    I imagined his rough, tattooed hands caressing my skin as his cock filled me, thrusting inside me over and over, our bodies intimately tangled in hot, sweaty ecstasy.
    It didn’t take long for me to find release. Normally, it took a while for me to relax and let go of everything, but thinking about Ryker filled me with hot desire. My body trembled as Bryce gripped my hips and thrust upwards, groaning out seconds later as he came.
    Once we caught our breath, I lifted myself off Bryce and began to gather my clothes.
    Bryce watched me from the bed as he questioned, “Why don’t you stay the night?”
    I almost ignored the ridiculous question—he knew my rules. Then, I remembered we both had a lot to drink, and it might have slipped his mind.
    “You know I can’t.”
    “No, you just