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  ‘Wait Baby,’ he whispered. ‘You’re tight. I don’t want to hurt you.’

  His words bred her whimper because she wanted him, the fear was gone, her hips undulated against his fingers until he didn’t move at all. Sliding up and down his digits, she wriggled against his thumb, and her short little pants were punctuated by his kisses.

  ‘My god,’ he sighed, and she knew it wasn’t for her but she pushed hard up against him as the blast of pleasure burst inside her. On a gasp, she said his name, and pushed up again but he stroked her over the edge again doing the work her body was spent from.

  Flopping back against the mattress she didn’t want to open her eyes, she didn’t want this divine moment to end. Remaining beneath him, she wriggled down but his hands clamped her hips in place. Reluctantly opening her eyes, she saw that brutal intensity again. His kiss was harsh, punishing, but so complete he reached down inside of her and stole her soul. His hands massaged her breasts like they were his, like it was his god given right to have his hands on her anywhere he pleased, anytime. But that was what she wanted, and at another whimper he breathed into his mouth he slid down her sampling her, licking, sucking, nibbling, every part of her, learning the routes and stops he’d need from here on in.

  The sharp drag of his teeth on her nipple drew a yelp but her body spasmed up again in desperation to have him have her, but still he did not. His mouth moved lower and lower and when his hands gripped her inner thighs, the sting of his strength was salved with his tongue. He circled her entrance lapping the juice of her previous release, and tasted his way up to her centre. He kissed, and licked her, and she struggled to stay still because she wanted to move against him, to use him to pleasure her except he was doing it, taking all control by holding her firmly in place for his consumption. Her body fought against his hands now not out of displeasure but in a desire to get closer; to mate, to be one, to move each moment on to the next. Sucking her into his mouth she screeched, he salved her briefly only to pinch at her with his teeth, she bucked again, and as his tongue dragged around her, again she screamed out his name. ‘Ryder! Oh god!’

  The pounding in her chest was matched by that in her head and in her loins. Pleasure like this should be illegal. The experience was so heady that stars flashed in front of her. Her whole body tingled with the endorphins he’d poured into her then stirred up into a frenzy.

  ‘You ok?’ he asked.

  Only now did she realise that he was at her side again, he stroked her hair and kissed her shoulder and her neck. ‘I’ve never... I mean this is...’

  ‘Hey, it’s ok.’

  He rose up above her again but the agony in his eyes had her coming up short. Her hands leapt to his chest but as he brushed her cheek she realised she was crying again.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ she said swiping at her cheeks. ‘I’m ruining it, and it’s perfect Ryder; you’re perfect, everything’s so...’

  ‘Perfect?’ he asked and she nodded appreciating his joke. ‘I want you to be happy. I want you to have pleasure, and I want to be the one delivering it.’

  ‘I’ve never... Like this, with someone I... not like this, nothing has been like this but—‘

  ‘You’ve never had an orgasm with a man,’ he said, and she shook her head. Stroking her again he kissed her hair. ‘You won’t have to worry about that anymore now, will you?’ She shook her head again. ‘I’m doing ok?’

  Her laugh was half sob but she nodded. ‘You’re doing more than ok.’

  ‘I know,’ he said with a cheeky glint. ‘You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever... you’re just the hottest thing.’

  Though he lay on his side next to her as naked as she was – and despite all they’d just done – when his eyes slid down her body she suppressed an internal shiver.

  ‘You’re big,’ she said speaking her mind with him as had become her custom.

  The statement didn’t garner a response. His hand slid down from under her breast to her abdomen, and she knew where it was headed so she grabbed it to stop its journey.

  ‘You’ve played with me enough tonight,’ she said. ‘You’ll ruin me.’

  ‘I plan to,’ he said. ‘Over and over again.’

  He tried to take his hand from her grip but when she held fast he desisted. ‘What’s wrong?’

  ‘I want your dick in me.’

  ‘Whoa Baby, now that’s about as straight talking as it comes.’

  ‘It’s what I want,’ she said letting her fingers curl around his length, gauging his size with a squeeze. His breathing grew shallow, and his hand moved back to her breast testing her flesh it seemed as an anchor to combat the motion of her hand. ‘You’re big.’

  ‘I’m not going to hurt you,’ he said. The elbow he’d been propped on gave out so he could nestle her in closer, but when she squeezed tighter, he hissed out a breath.

  Lacie released him and urged him to his back so she could roll on top of him; her shoulders were narrower than his chest, but she’d always been little. Her breasts pillowed her ribs from his, and the crush had her wriggling them against him enjoying the rasp of his hair against her engorged nipples. His blunt head nudged her when her legs slid down on either side of his. Sitting up she sandwiched him between her folds and undulated back and forth. His solidity gave her resistance against her nub that encouraged her own panting. Holding her hair up, away from her neck, she ground up and down, back and forth, rolling her clit, squeezing it between her pubic bone and his erection. Her juices coated him reducing the friction but giving her increased speed. In the melee of her gratification, she’d almost forgotten what her pleasure was attached to until two huge hands came over her breasts and pinched her nipples. Instantly she shattered, the cascade hit her again and she clawed at his hands, begging him closer before she collapsed over him, and let out a long sigh.

  ‘Now that was something,’ he said moments later stroking her hair.

  Shame flooded her and she pushed her hands to his chest keeping them apart so she could look at him. ‘I didn’t mean to do that. I’m sorry, I—‘

  ‘Would you stop apologising to me,’ he said testing the weight of her breasts that hung between them. ‘That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life. I want to be your sex toy, day and night, whatever you need Baby, I’m there.’

  ‘One of the hottest things?’ she asked dropping down trapping his hands between her breasts and his chest so she could kiss him again.

  ‘Right on a par with you walking out of that bathroom buck naked – that’s the image I’ll replay on my deathbed.’

  Nudging him she laughed at his mischief, and kissed him one more time. ‘Should we use a condom?’ she asked him.

  ‘I’m clean,’ he said. ‘Last physical was just two weeks ago. But if you’re more comfortable—‘

  ‘I’m on the Pill,’ she said.

  ‘I know. They’re in my jeans somewhere.’

  ‘So, you don’t mind if I...?’

  ‘Ride me bareback? Not at all Baby, knock yourself out. I’m here for whatever you need.’ With a show of male pride and aloofness, he stretched his arms out then linked his fingers behind his head.

  ‘You’re big, it might take me a minute to—‘

  ‘Hey,’ he said suddenly all serious. ‘We don’t have to—‘

  She covered his mouth with her hand, and her weight. ‘Shut up. I told you what I wanted.’

  Their eyes locked and they just watched each other. Her hand slipped away and her mouth dropped to his. They kissed for an age, slow, fast, nibbling, passionate, from one extreme to the other learning each lilt and crevice. His hands held her rear, and he rolled them to their sides holding her against him, her arms looped around his neck. Then the lesson cleared and the raw union of their naked bodies wanted more than the tangle of their tongues.

  Her legs stretched around him locking at the small of his back, he rolled her taking control of the mating of their mouths, and shifting one of his hands between them to rub her, and test
her opening. The humidity built and when their eyes met again, the light had become shadow, and the moment so intimate, her heart opened to welcome his. She knew when his finger slid free the next occupier would stretch her, and she throbbed with expectation.

  With a fist around himself he pressed into her, the first inch made her hiss. He stilled with obvious panic on his face, and he wasn’t one to panic. Lacie took the opportunity to caress him; with a smile she kissed away his concern. When he relaxed her body did too which let him bob that first inch in and out to get her accustomed to the invader. His intention wasn’t veiled for long, he pushed in another inch, and she swallowed her breath pushing up to take him deeper. Never had she been stretched like this, her limit was reached and surpassed, but she was determined to take all of him. They kissed, and fondled, rocked together then his whole body went rigid, and the glaze in his eyes wouldn’t let him blink them from hers. The impact of that intensity filled her; he was inside her, all of him. The sting of her tissues brought an ache that made her want to pull back but the sheer gratification of being so completely pushed to the limit was hedonistic. He filled her, stretched her, made way inside her for his occupation. He remained static; like his body was teaching hers what was required. This was him; and this was what she had to yield. His body wanted this space inside of her, and he’d take up residence to prove it.

  The indulgence eased her tension, and she pushed up at the moment he pushed down, and immediately each and every stretched pore screamed for him in that climax of anticipation again. He growled, and braced her down but her muscles clamped around him then relaxed, clenched again, and she was panting his name.

  ‘Ryder,’ she said. ‘Oh my god!’

  ‘Baby,’ he murmured. ‘You’re coming all over me and I haven’t even moved yet.’

  Her apology never left her tongue when she saw the glee on his face; male pride, and possession mixed with such utter longing she shuddered again.

  ‘You fit,’ she whispered. ‘Just.’

  ‘You’re god damn right I do,’ he said and pulled back only to slide back in with delicious slowness.

  Her insides gave to his will; he widened her as he extended himself within her. When he pulled out she sucked him back in and with each tug he gave, each push, she yielded. Their synchronistic motion fused with the thrum of their simultaneous pleasure. The pace gathered, he was in her, out, in, her body wanted to explode, she couldn’t breathe fast enough but she wanted more now, all of him.

  ‘Yes!’ she hollered. ‘Oh god Ryder!’ She gasped and he hit her deep making her scream he slowed for a moment but she dug her nails into his shoulder. ‘Don’t stop!’ she begged.

  He hit hard again, and that button pushed her over the edge screaming for him as she clawed to take him within her. He growled, and tensed thrusting deep within her as she milked every drop of him, taking his seed inside of her, wanting every bit of him and then some more.

  His weight came down on top of her and they lay together in the fog of their own humid panting. She stroked up and down wanting to soothe and care for the man who spoiled her. She kissed his shoulder, and he rolled to his back keeping her in his arms but slipping out of her body, which left her feeling oddly bereft. Now that he’d occupied her, she didn’t want to be deprived of his habitation.

  ‘Do you want me to get a blanket?’ she asked kissing his chest.

  ‘What for?’ he asked burying his face in her hair.

  ‘We might get cold when we’re asleep.’

  ‘Sleep,’ he said. ‘What gave you the idea we were going to sleep?’

  Lifting her head to witness the grin in his voice, she wasn’t sure if he was serious or not. ‘We’re done... aren’t we?’

  He swept her up into his arms, and she clambered to keep hold of him when with one motion he pounced onto his feet to stand in the centre of the bed.

  ‘Done? That was the prologue. Now we do it in the shower... we’ve got a lot of bases to cover tonight Baby. I told you that you wouldn’t get any sleep in my room.’

  He leapt off the bed with her still in his arms, and she wasn’t sure whether to scream or laugh so she did a bit of both. Apparently, he was an ideas man, and she couldn’t fault him for that. This had already been the ride of her life, and she had a feeling it wouldn’t end any time soon.

  Chapter Six

  ‘Give me it,’ he said reaching for her bag but she pulled it away.

  ‘I can carry my own bag,’ she said. ‘It weighs nothing.’

  ‘Neither do you and you can be difficult when you want to be.’

  ‘We were supposed to be out of here an hour ago,’ Lacie said. ‘Sorcha will be worried. She doesn’t know where our room is.’

  ‘You were the one who insisted on having all that sex this morning.’

  Contrary to what he’d said they had slept last night... for a couple of hours. ‘Uh, I woke up with your mouth...’

  ‘My mouth what?’ he asked with mischief in his eyes.

  ‘You know exactly what you were doing,’ she said swinging her bag out his reach again. ‘You started it.’

  ‘I did,’ he said. ‘But you didn’t have to come into the shower with me this morning.’

  Heat suffused her cheeks. ‘I was saving water.’

  This behaviour might bring a blush to her cheeks because she was still new to it, but she didn’t shift her eyes from his. In fact, she let a smile touch her mouth, and it was just cheeky enough to have his smile fall to a smoulder.

  ‘No!’ she asserted rounding her eyes but he was already upon her.

  She couldn’t refuse his mouth when he was battling with the same torment she had been this morning knowing he was in the shower alone and naked. His tongue tangled with hers, and she grabbed the back of his neck with one hand. Then he swept her bag from her other. Just as soon as he did that he broke their kiss.

  ‘Ha!’ he said holding both bags up in one of his hands.

  ‘That’s cheating!’ she cried but he just opened the motel room door and gestured for her to exit. ‘That’s cheating.’

  She passed with her nose in the air but he hooked her under his arm closing the door behind him with his bag hand. ‘I’ll make it up to you,’ he mumbled into her hair pressing a kiss to her head at the same time.

  When they got to Sorcha’s door, he knocked with the hand that was around her. ‘It’s sad,’ she said.

  ‘What’s sad?’ he asked leaning back; she assumed to try to look in the window.

  ‘It’s all over.’

  ‘What’s over?’ he asked glancing around.

  ‘Our night you know, us.’

  ‘Uh huh,’ he said. ‘What?’ he snapped clearly just processing what she’d said.

  ‘It would have been nice to spend the morning in bed; that’s all.’

  ‘Right,’ he said, his concern evaporated. ‘I thought you meant... nothing.’

  ‘What?’ she asked.

  ‘Try the door.’

  Lacie didn’t ask him why; she just opened her friend’s bedroom door and swung it back on its hinges. The bed was crumpled so it had been slept in but no one was in it now. Lacie didn’t have the time to panic because the sound of the bathroom door opening carried to them, and then Sorcha appeared wrapped in a towel.

  ‘Lacie,’ she said glancing back at the bathroom. ‘You’re early.’

  ‘Actually, I’m late,’ Lacie said stepping into the room only to freeze when someone emerged from the bathroom behind Sorcha – someone very naked... someone very Shep.

  ‘Little lady!’ Shep exclaimed.

  Lacie held up her hand. ‘Spare me,’ she said then fixed on Sorcha who at least had the decency to appear ashamed.

  ‘Am I getting my two for one,’ Shep asked cozied up behind Sorcha, who stood rigid. Ryder cleared his throat presumably to let Shep know he was there but he hadn’t ventured into the room, and Lacie couldn’t blame him.

  ‘We’ll leave you to it I suppose,’ Lacie said. ‘Just let us know when y
ou’re ready to get this charade on the road again.’

  Lacie wasn’t about to stand with them for longer than was necessary so she spun to leave remembering only at the last minute to navigate around Ryder. Then she was glad that he had her bag because it didn’t slow her down. She wanted out of there, away from the scene she’d just witnessed as fast as she could go. The coffee place set back between the motel and the steakhouse was open at this time, as it never had been on any of the nights they’d rolled up. So, she marched on in, and dumped herself at a window table.

  ‘Do you want to tell me what that was about?’ Ryder asked sliding in opposite her.

  ‘Not really,’ she said taking the laminated menu from its holder at the top of the table. ‘Are you hungry? What do you like? My treat.’

  ‘She had sex with Shep.’

  ‘Looks that way,’ Lacie said. ‘Do you know what I love about America? Pancakes. You guys make great pancakes, and they’re available everywhere... much more than at home.’

  He whipped the menu away from her hand. ‘Dusty, what is it?’

  ‘Can I have my menu back please?’ she asked but he didn’t relent so she didn’t either until the waitress came over.

  ‘What can I get you?’

  ‘Two coffees,’ Lacie said. ‘And, pancakes for me...’ Ryder said nothing. ‘We’ll share.’

  The waitress examined both of them but didn’t crack an expression then moseyed away.

  ‘Tell me what’s the matter,’ Ryder said.

  ‘No,’ Lacie said glancing around the diner at the cracked Formica tables, and duct tape stitched static stools.

  ‘Why not?’ he asked.

  ‘Because... she’s my best friend.’

  ‘I’m your boyfriend,’ he said. Lacie kept her attention on the coffee machine behind the counter and folded her arms trying to distract herself from the sting behind her eyes. ‘Aren’t I?’ he asked with authority. She nodded. ‘So, tell me.’