by Marie James
Any shame I was feeling about wanting this after everything that has happened fades away. The guilt and sorrow are no longer in the room. It’s only him and I and our desperate need for each other, and what a relief that is.
He devours my flesh, licking and nipping and moving his head between the two globes like he’s afraid one will get jealous of the other. He grows impossibly bigger between my thighs and becomes increasingly harder to ignore.
Who am I to receive such pleasure and not return the favor?
My hands wander down the rippling plains of his chest and abdomen, and I celebrate the ability to touch him with more than comfort in mind. Arching his back to put distance between our torsos without taking his mouth off my skin, he gives me all the permission I need to let my hands roam lower.
He’s virile, ready, and hard as stone, the tip of him glistening when I pull the elastic of his boxer briefs away from his body.
Whimpering with need when I stroke my finger over his wetness, Ryan buries his face between my breasts.
Not wanting to lose contact with him, I stand, keeping my feet against his thighs. How I’m cognizant enough to keep my head lowered so I don’t get smacked in the head with the fan is beyond me, but I manage. I shove my sleep shorts down along with my panties, but before I can lower myself, Ryan takes advantage and nips at my naked hip. I didn’t stand above him to end up like this, but I also don’t shy away when he swipes his tongue up the center of me.
“Oh, God,” I moan when his tongue explores, splitting me open and attacking the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.
He’s ravenous, his talented mouth quickly bringing me to the brink of an orgasm that’s sure to leave me spent and useless.
“Ryan,” I hiss when my knees grow weak.
He must sense my instability because he wraps his arms around my thighs. His mouth never stops working me over, and I have to clutch his shoulders, rounding my back and leaning over him to keep from falling.
A long-suffered moan rumbles from his chest when I start to convulse against his mouth, and it echoes in my core like a delicious treat that feeds my orgasm, strengthening it until it threatens my vision.
“So perfect,” he praises as he guides me back down to straddle his lap.
He doesn’t line himself up like I’d hoped, and when I finally regain some of my composure, he’s looking at me with so many emotions on his handsome face that it’s impossible to sort them out.
“Thank you,” I tell him with a soft smile.
“The pleasure was all mine.” His fingers brush my cheek, and I can’t help but lean into the touch.
He’s huge and covered in tattoos. He’s scary to anyone who doesn’t know him, a force to be reckoned with, yet his touches are feather-light and amazing.
I press my lips to his, tasting myself on his mouth as I shove the elastic of his boxers down his hips. Without pulling our mouths apart, he lifts his hips so the fabric can fall free of his legs. He moans when I wrap my fingers around him, but his tongue commands my mouth the exact same way he controlled my body while I was standing.
All it takes is a simple shift of my hips to position him at my entrance, and as much as I want to sink down on him and take him inside of me to the hilt, I need one last assurance from him, so I pull my mouth from his and look down into his half-lidded eyes.
He doesn’t give permission with words. He simply grips my hips and urges me down on him. We don’t break eye contact as my body takes his cock inside of me. My mouth forms an O from the sheer pleasure of feeling him stretch me, and as his eyes flutter closed, I know he’s enjoying it as much as I am.
“Mia,” he hisses when I settle on his thighs with him fully inside of me.
I’m so wet from the arousal I’ve felt since I climbed out the cab hours ago and my recent orgasm that the glide is smooth and perfect. In fact, I’ve never felt such perfection, such unadulterated pleasure before in my life.
“You have to move, baby. God, you feel so fucking good.”
When he leans forward to take my mouth, I do exactly what we both need. I use my legs and lift my weight before letting myself fall right back down. I do it over and over and over, building a frenzy between us that’s going to leave us both unable to move, breathe, or speak.
With his mouth still on mine, Ryan grips my ass and helps when my legs begin to tremble.
“God, baby, you’re getting tighter,” he groans into my mouth. “So, fucking tight.”
He nips at my lower lip before arching so he can take my nipple in his mouth, and it’s over. My body detonates, the orgasm starting in my core and radiating to every other inch of my body. My rhythm stutters, and I feel every muscle in his body tense as he takes over, holding all of my weight and maintaining the rhythm until my release wanes.
“Hold on,” he tells me, and I manage just enough before he flips us over.
He settles back between my legs, lowering his entire body until he blankets me. I expect him to pound into me, to chase after his own orgasm since it’s his turn, but his hips roll slowly with expert precision. His thrusts are measured and hit me exactly where I need him, and before long, another orgasm threatens.
“Ryan,” I pant, unsure if my body can handle another release.
“Come for me,” he whispers against my mouth. “I want to wring every ounce of pleasure from your amazing body.”
“Ryan,” is all I can manage when he repositions, and his cock strikes that perfect spot inside of me. The relentless stimulation forces me over the edge, but this time when I contract around him, he swells impossibly bigger inside of me, and his own rhythmic convulsions mirror my own.
My heart pounds, and my breathing mimics a winded runner after a marathon, and my body feels used in the best ways possible.
Chapter 33
Scooter
I have died and gone to heaven. If it weren’t for the scrape of Mia’s fingernails down my back as her arms fall helplessly to the mattress, I’d think I was dreaming. Sheer perfection doesn’t even begin to describe what just happened.
I let her take control, and she did it magnificently. Just the brush of her clothed body against my hard dick was nearly enough to bring me over the edge. It had been so long, so many nights of feeling her against me when there was nothing I could do about it. The days spent in silence, the ones where she wouldn’t make a peep unless it was to cry or whimper when she was scared, were different. My head didn’t conjure up anything sexual, but eventually, she began to talk and let me in. Her soft voice and those infrequent smiles were hell on my body, but I endured, and her gift just now was more than I could’ve ever hoped for. The bliss was never-ending and utterly splendid.
But the during, the thrill of being inside of her isn’t what concerns me. She enjoyed herself, coming three times before we were done, but the after has always been my fear. The regret she legitimately didn’t think she would feel.
I remain silent, letting her work through her own thoughts as I lie down beside her and pull her to my chest. If she wants to distance herself from me, she’s going to have to work for it.
It doesn’t take long before my worst fears come to fruition. Quietly, Mia pulls away from me before climbing off the bed. The click of the bathroom door is like a bomb going off in the middle of a cave. It rattles around in my head as it echoes around the room.
My heart doesn’t have the chance to settle down. It ramps up again. Only this time, it isn’t racing as a side effect of the most amazing sex I’ve ever had in my life. It’s pounding against my ribcage in fear. That trepidation makes me bolt off the bed and rush to the bathroom door, but before I can lift my hand to knock, the door swings open.
Mia looks up at me sheepishly.
“Mia, I—”
“You came inside of me,” she whispers, her cheeks a bright pink.
“I did,” I confirm, gallons if I go by the number of times my cock jerked inside of her.
“It’s messy.” A shy smile plays across he
r pretty face, and I realize I read the entire situation wrong.
I bite the inside of my cheek as I look down at her. I don’t bring up the obvious consequences of what we did, and neither does she. We both know what could happen, but I don’t think she’s ready for me to tell her that the sight of watching her belly grow with my child is something I’m eventually going to want.
Just imagining how heavy her tits would be, filled with the nourishment for our child, makes me groan, and my cock begins to thicken again.
“Do you hate messy?” I ask, a half-assed attempt at distracting my dick.
“I don’t want to sleep in a wet spot,” she says, and her eyes grow bright and full of the same emotion I saw on her pretty face when she first climbed out of the cab earlier.
Unable to go a second longer without knowing for sure, I curl my finger under her chin so I can fully look in her eyes. “Are we okay?”
“I’m perfect,” she answers. “It was amazing.”
She slides past me to climb back in the bed, and I take the opportunity to piss and wash up a little before joining her under the covers.
Amazing.
My sentiments exactly. Being with her was phenomenal, better than I could’ve ever imagined.
I don’t waste a second pulling her to my chest when I climb back in the bed. She didn’t bother with clothes, so neither do I.
My body still yearns for her, my cock taking notice of her naked flesh against my own, but I ignore it. I know one time won’t be enough, but the ball is in her court, and it will be so long as I even think there’s a chance she isn’t ready for all I have to offer. My needs are secondary to hers, and they always will be. I want to shower her with every affection I was never able to show any woman prior to her.
She releases a breathy sigh of contentment, the warmth skating over my chest, and I hold her tighter.
“No regrets?” I ask because I’m dying to know. She isn’t showing any outward signs of being upset over what we did, but I have to make sure.
“None whatsoever,” she says, and I feel her lips pull into a smile.
My heart is absolutely full, brimming to the top and overflowing. It should make me feel like a pussy, like a silly sap for being content with holding her, but those emotions don’t even touch me.
“No guilt?”
She’s not as quick to respond this time, and the silence says more than words ever could.
I press my lips to the top of her head. “Please, never feel guilty for doing what you want, for taking pleasure, for enjoying something that was once used against you as a weapon.”
Her hot tears roll down my side, and as much as I want to lift her off me to stare in her eyes and repeat those words until she believes them, I just hold her even tighter.
“You may have to remind me of this sometimes.”
“Every day for the rest of your life,” I vow. “You’re precious, Mia. A gift I’ve always needed and never thought to ask for.”
“I could say the same about you.”
My hand works up her spine and back down again, the action familiar and soothing to both of us. Tonight was a big step, and one I hope happens again very soon, but I’d be a fool to think that she’s healed completely. There will be setbacks and days when she can’t see past the grief and anger. Days when it’ll take everything I have to keep reminding her that she’s amazing and perfect, not in spite of what happened to her but because it did.
Not many women could come out on the other side with hopes and dreams and goals to work toward, but I have this feeling deep inside of me that Mia Vazquez is going to surprise every single one of us. Her abduction might have broken her, but she’s still a force that will overcome and conquer. Hell, she’s already turned my rugged ass into a love-sick fool, a man dependent on her touch.
“I hope my brother and Jasmine didn’t hear what we did.”
Max’s room is on one side of mine and Mia’s on the other. A wicked grin crosses my lips.
“It would only be payback,” I mutter. “You wouldn’t believe the shit I’ve had to listen to the last couple of weeks.”
She huffs a laugh against my chest.
“I never knew how fucking bossy Tug was until a few nights ago. He commanded them like a general even while being in South America.”
“South America?”
“That’s where the guys are right now, but you’d think he was in the same room with them rather than thousands of miles away. His voice echoes through the walls as he got very specific on what you’re damn brother needed to do to their woman.”
I won’t tell her that it turned me on. I still feel a little guilty for lying in bed and taking care of how my body responded to the way Tug told Max exactly how Jasmine’s pussy should be treated.
And now I’m getting hard again. Damn it.
“Doesn’t surprise me,” Mia whispers. “They were so loud when they were in high school. My headphones were practically glued to my ears to try and drown out their noises.”
“Well, turnabouts fair play, I guess.”
“I need to talk to him.” I know she’s talking about Max.
Her brother has tried numerous times to comfort her, but I think she’s holding onto a grudge for him faking his own death all those years ago. It would hurt anyone, but after what she went through, I think it hit her even harder.
“I think he’s ready for that conversation,” I tell her.
I tilt her chin up and press my lips to hers, but it isn’t a prequel to anything but a goodnight.
“Sleep, Sweet Mia. It’s been a long day.”
She grins against my lips before dropping her head back to my chest and sinking down further on the mattress.
Yep, this is heaven.
Chapter 34
Mia
Before I even open my eyes, I know Ryan is gone.
The same fear that engulfed me after he left me alone when they got back from Venezuela threatens to rear its ugly head again, but I shove it down and take stock of my surroundings.
His leather cut, the one he never leaves the clubhouse without is still tossed over the back of the chair in the corner. His boots are to the side of the TV stand, and the sound of water can be heard from the bathroom.
He hasn’t left at all, and I feel foolish for thinking he would after last night.
Even though he isn’t gone, I still question whether or not I should join him in the shower, but my body begs for warm water and a good scrubbing. I cleaned up as best I could last night, but the pull of him was stronger than the urge to bathe, and it finally forced me out of the bathroom and into his arms.
Telling myself to get out of my head, I climb out of bed and go to him. At first sight, I think something is wrong. His head is dropped low as the water shoots between his shoulder blades, and I immediately realize how easy it is to see him through the opaque shower curtain. We spent the better part of a week with him standing guard, with his back turned while I showered. At any given second he could’ve looked over his shoulder and gotten an eye full, but even though I didn’t always focus on him to make sure he kept his distance, I know deep in my soul that he never once tried to get a glimpse of me before I was willing to give it to him.
Ryan Gabhart is an honorable man, and I’m not fool enough to let him go anytime soon.
“You just going to gawk at me, or are you going to join me?”
His rough voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I give him a smile. I should feel out of place standing naked in his bathroom with his eyes drilling holes in me, but I don’t. My feet move, carrying me to him. He holds the curtain open, uncaring that water is dripping from his arm to the floor as I climb inside. Cold droplets and mist from the water hitting his body force a wave of chills over my skin, and I know without looking down that my nipples have turned into tight buds. They don’t miss his attention either, but he doesn’t let his eyes linger.
There’s a dirtiness in his gaze, but it’s nothing like the men who hurt me before.
There’s not one single thing about this man that is reminiscent of those evil people. That salacious look in his eyes makes my body thrum with anticipation, not the urge to cower away and protect myself.
I step closer to him until his thickening erection hits my stomach. With my eyes on his face, the brush of it on my abdomen startles me.
“Ignore it,” he commands in a husky voice.
I bite the inside of my lip before a coy smile can take over my face.
I’ve never been a wanton, needy woman before. I’ve never wanted to spend countless hours in bed, completely wrapped around a man. Sure, Jason and I spent a lot of time vegging out, but boredom was quick to settle in. I get the feeling that Ryan and I can spend the next twelve months in his room only leaving for food, and it still wouldn’t be long enough to satiate myself with his body.
“Ignore it?” I ask, my eyes still on his.
It takes all my willpower not to look down at the part of him that was inside of me last night. I felt every thick inch, but never really got a good look at it. I was afraid seeing it would make me think it was a weapon exactly like he spoke of last night before letting me fall asleep in his arms.
“Yeah.”
“Is that what you really want?” My eyes rake down his body. He is absolutely magnificent, his body a work of art and a well-trained machine. In the full light of the bathroom, I take my time, letting my fingers trace every ripple and dip on his chest and stomach. The muscles bunch under my touch, and when I get a few inches from his protruding cock, it too seeks my touch.
“I didn’t invite you into the shower to—ah fuck.”
My hand slips past his eager erection, and I fondle his heavy, potent sack.
“Mia, Jesus,” he pants.
His arm goes out to hold some of his weight as he leans to the side, and I take it as my cue to ease his discomfort. My hand circles his cock, the water making it easy to glide up and down the length of him.
“Yeah, baby. Grip it tighter.”