Don't Poke the Luna (Xena and Ryder)

Chapter 62 Xena's POV "No, I think you'd consider it a trivial matter. An Alpha heir can easily ride a motorcycle down the highway at midnight without a second thought," I finally replied after a moment of silence.

"Oh?" Ryder raised an eyebrow, those intense green eyes fixed on me.

I ran my fingers along the cold metal of the wrench, feeling the weight of my thoughts.

"Women always face more rules and restrictions... I have so many hopes and dreams, and even though I try to be a good person, will they ever ctrue?" I gave a bitter smile, unable to meet his gaze.

"What hopes and dreams do you have?" His voice dropped lower, the curiosity genuine.

"Askagain on Friday." I deliberately changed the subject, not ready to reveal those vulnerable parts of myself. "What are you planning to wear?" "Black suit, probably with a blue tie." I silently approved, imagining how striking he would look in a tailored black suit, his light blonde hair a perfect contrast. "Good choice." "The installation is complete. Now I need to adjust the new suspension." I pulled out my notebook first, recording the initial data.

"Weight?" "176." "Do you want comfort or sport tuning?" "What do you think?" Ryder chuckled softly, looking atwith that devastatingly charming smile.

Damn that charm, I cursed internally.

"Preload adjustment first," I murmured to myself, my custom C-wrench fitting perfectly 1/4 Chapter 62 into the adjustment slot at the top of the shock absorber. I had Ryder sit on the bike to measure the ride sag-54 millimeters, about 35% of the total travel, slightly on the soft side.

"Two more turns tighter.' I rotated the adjuster clockwise, each click distinct and clear, like a mechanical heartbeat. "Ryder?" "Hmm...?" "Why were you sulking this morning?" I gathered my courage to ask, my hand pausing momentarily on the tool.

"I spent the night with you, then saw your legs wrapped around another man's head. How do you think I felt?" His voice carried unmistakable jealousy.

My heart raced, but I pretended indifference. "So you don't regret last night?" Ryder looked at me, his gaze unwavering. "Stop questioning that. I will never regret the twe spent together." Irritation flashed in his eyes that I would even ask such a question.

"Okay," I responded quietly, returning to my work.

Without warning, Ryder placed his hand on my thigh, his thumb gently rubbing the inside. I felt a current run through my entire body but fought to maintain my composure.

"I didn't realize you were so sensitive," he said softly.

"I'm not sensitive," I replied, slightly annoyed.

"You are. You're just good at hiding it." "If I hide it so well, how would you know?" "The vulnerability you showed last night, plus the details that slip through when you speak-these aren't things you easily reveal. The truth is, you can't even tell Ama you love her." He'd hit a nerve, and I could only deflect. "Yeah... well... you cin your shorts." What a weak, childish comeback.

Chapter 62 "There's a first tfor everything," Ryder sighed.

"When did you leave my bed for your own?" I changed the subject.

"Around 4:50 AM. I wanted to go for a run, and I'd just gotten back when I heard the cheering outside." "Ah." "How did you sleep?" he asked.

"Exceptionally well. Best night's sleep I've ever had." "You're welcome," Ryder murmured.

I teased him deliberately: "Must have been the mattress." A low groam escaped from deep within him. "Is that so?" "Seems you'll have to try harder next time." A mischievous smile played on my lips as I met Ryder's gaze.

His hand moved to my inner thigh, his fingers slipping inside my underwear. At the sam time, his other hand adjusted my chair, pullingcloser to him for better access. All he could do was tease my sensitive spot.

"Continue your work," Ryder pressed down gently,, makingshiver involuntarily.

Following his request, I tried to focus, but it was nearly impossible. His fingers moved fa then slow, making my breathing labored. Completing the next adjustment took over two hours, twice the usual time, because whenever I approached dimax, he skillfully slowed his pace, eliciting soft whimpers from me.

"Okay, it's all done," I said in a trembling voice..

Just then, Ryder's phone rang. He answered with one hand, keeping his other arm around my waist. "Hello?" | tried to wriggle free, butt Ryder refused to let go. "She's finishing the modifications on my motorcycle. We'll be there soon." He hung up.

"I'm finished," I repeated, my heartbeat stilll ematic.. "Don't you want to test it?" I manage to say.

Chapter 62 "Let's go," Ryder stood up without removing his hand. Somehow, he switched hands, the other one moving into my shorts. He stood up, bringingwith him, and waited us toward the mirron. When my legs weakened, he supportedagainst him. Ryden positioned my legs while three fingers slid inside me, as I stood there, craving his troudi "Oh!" I couldn't help crying out when he found that spot, his hand squeezing my breast could feel him hard work against my back.

Chapter CamUMENT LIKE Chapter 63 Xena's POV The air in my motorcycle shop was thick with the scent of oil and steel. The dim light cast shadows across his chiseled jaw, and those piercing eyes of his locked onto mine, daringto make a move. A spark ignited deep in my chest, wild and reckless, and I couldn't shake the words echoing in my head: If you can play, so can I.

I stepped closer, my boots scuffing against the concrete floor, and before I could overthink

it, my hand darted out. My fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts, brushing against the heat of his skin. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly deliberately, feeling him harden under my touch. My heart slammed against my ribcage like a drum, each beat urgingon. This was a risk, a challenge-he'd pushedbefore, and now it was my turn to push back. "Xena," Ryder growled, his voice low and rough, a warning laced with heat. "You're playing with fire." I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze with a defiant smirk. "Good thing I'm ready to burn." For a heartbeat, we stood there, the tension crackling between us like a live wire. Then, with a sound that was half-growl, half-snarl, Ryder yanked my hand away. Before I could catch my breath, his hands were on me, tugging my shorts down in one swift motion until they pooled at my ankles. My mind blanked, a rush of shock and raw need flooding through me. My skin prickled as the cool air hit me, but the heat in his eyes burned hotter than anything I'd ever felt.

I barely registered what was happening before he stripped off my shirt and bra, leavingbare in front of him. My breath hitched, my chest heaving as embarrassment warred with desire. Then he lifted me, strong arms hoistingonto the counter. Papers, tools, even the old rotary phone clattered to the floor as he cleared the space with a sweep of his arm. He parted my legs, spreading them wide, and my eyes widened as I realized how exposed I was-how much I wanted this.

"Watch me," he commanded, his voice a dark rumble that vibrated through me. "Watch what I do to you." My gaze locked onto his hands, those rough, capable fingers that knew exactly where to 1/2 Chapter 62 touch. They moved overwith a precision that stole my breath, teasing, stroking, igniting every nerve in my body. I gripped the edge of his shorts, my nails digging in a fought to amuthor myself against the tidal wave of sensation. My heart was a runaway train, pmuntiing so hard I thought it might burst. Shflickered at the caliges of my mind, but it was swallowed whole by the pleasure crashing through me. "Oh-oh-oh!" The sounds tore from my throat, desperate and brotem, as I teetered on the entire of release. But just as I was about to fall, Ryder pulled his hand back, leaving dangling in agonizing emptiness.

I meaty sobbed, my body trembling with unmet need. "What the hell?" II gasped, my fa flushing hot as I glared at him.

Fle smirked, that infuriating, sexy smirk that madewant to slap him and kiss him a at once. "What's that, huh?" "Please," I begged, the word spilling out before I could stop it. Pride be damned-l nee him to finish what he'd started.

Ryder didn't hesitate. He flippedover, my stomach pressing against the cold counte as he buried his face between my thighs. My hips joitten, a cry escapingas his mout took! over, hot and Velentless. I rode the waves off his tongue, one hand fisting in his ha to keep him there, the other clawing at the counter. Thought melted away, drowned by the flood of ecstasy building inside me. My nuilts suraped against him, my voice reduced shattered moans. Don't stop, don't stop,, I screamed in my head, but all that cout w "Oh, Ryder, please!" His fingers joined in, pressing and circling as he sucked harder, and finally- finally-hego. The release hitlike a storm, shatteringinto a million pieces. I felt weightless, floating, my body trembling as the aftershocks rippled through me. Ryder shuddered too, his breath ragged against my skin as he pulled back, leavingsprawle across the counter, legs splayed, compiterally umiione.

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