Free Ryker's Baby by Lauren Hunt Page A

fluttered open and he smiled at me. “I could get used to waking up to such a beautiful face every morning.”
     
    I couldn't help but blush and snuggle in the crook of his arm. Every muscles in my body was sore beyond belief. Is this what orgasming does to you? If we did it again, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed for days.
     
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked.
     
    “I'm so sore I can barely move.”
     
    “Don't worry, your body will get used to it. And it better because I'm going to need to fuck you at least a few times a day.”
     
    A few times a day! How many was a few? Three? Four? Holy fuck, four times a day. I'd need to start exercising more just to keep up with him. I placed my head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat pound like a drum. My fingers traced the intricate tattoo of a cobra snake on his left arm, its fangs bear, hood open, ready to strike. “What does this represent?” I asked.
     
    Ryker looked down at his bicep. “That was my first tattoo. Ian made me get it when we finished boarding school. Hurt like a son of a bitch. Ian told me I needed to be like the king of snakes, ready to unleash my fury at any moment.”
     
    This man was taught from a young age to use his rage as fuel. Did he ever learn to love? My feelings for him were moving so fast that I didn't know what to think. I needed to slow down, process all these emotions.
     
    Ryker got halfway out of bed and yawned, outstretching his large arms over his head. “I don't want to kill the mood but there are still a few bodies out there.”
     
    I had totally forgotten about the corpses. My night with Ryker was so amazing that the nightmare was wiped clean. “What do we have to do?” I asked.
     
    “We can bury the four of them out in the backyard.”
     
    I watched as Ryker put on a white wife-beater. “Shouldn't we wait until night? Somebody might see us.”
     
    “Not likely. This cabin is in the middle of nowhere.”
     
    “What if more of O'Malleys' henchmen come looking for them?”
     
    “They won't. I'm the only one left that knows about this place. Nobody will ever know to look for them here. We'll be safe. Trust me.” He put on his black boxer briefs that looked way too good on him.
     
    I sat up and let the sheets slip and uncover my chest. “Let's get to work then.”
     
    Ryker stared at my tits, not even hearing what I said. I could see his length grow hard in his underwear. “We need to take care of this first,” he said, tearing off his boxers, and stroking his shaft.
     
    A few times a day kept running through my mind. It was only the morning and we were about to have the most insane sex. Was I really lucky enough to get more of him today?
     
     
    –
     
     
    After taking a shower to wash all of Ryker's cum off my chest, we were finally ready to clean this place of the crimes we committed. Even if the cops somehow found us, we had a pretty convincing argument for self-defense. But why take the chance? We could bury the bodies and never have to worry about it again. As long as nobody found this place. Which Ryker assured me wouldn't happen.
     
    I trusted him.
     
    I came into the living room to find Ian and Russel wrapped in plastic sheeting. Their lifeless eyes stared at me. Blood stained the wood floors where they were killed. As I approached, the smell was already unbearable. Plugging my nose did nothing and I had to bend over to gag.
     
    “Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Just breathe through your mouth,” Ryker said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
     
    I did as I was told and inhaled through my mouth. The stench of rotting flesh began to subside. “I think I'm okay.”
     
    “This your first body?”
     
    “Why? Just because I was a virgin means that every experience I have has to be my first?”
     
    Ryker put his hands up in defense. “Of course not. It's just that most people have never been around one before.”
     
    “Well this is my first body.” I tried to keep a