Lust & Trust: She thought he was worth the risk... Her friends didn't.

by Amanda Cain

  "So that was a yes on the monogamous thing?"

  She was blushing. I was having a difficult time fighting back an erection just watching her expressions as she talked.

  "Yes." I nodded.

  "Are you lying to me now about agreeing to be monogamous?"

  "No." Why would I want anyone else?

  "I don't want to know what you lied to me about. Keep it to yourself and keep lying about it."

  Is she for real?

  "Just don't lie to me about anything else. Ever."

  I sat there, staring at her in disbelief. "You do understand that if you don't know what I've lied about, then you won't know if I lie about something new?" I emphasized each word to make sure she understood.

  "Yes," she said, "I do, but if you say you won't tell me any new lies, I am choosing to believe you."

  "No new lies, I promise." A promise I intended to keep despite any consequences.

  "Is what you do for a living legal?"

  "What the hell? Yes, Emma, of course."

  "Good." She finally exhaled and let herself breathe again. "That's it. That's all I'm going to ask. I would like to ride this thing out until it is no longer fun or we start hurting each other, deal?"

  This night had taken a turn I hadn’t expected. I wanted to be honest, but I wasn’t ready to take a chance on losing her. I had no idea what happened in her life that made her commitment phobic. Why would she agree to keep seeing me when she knew I’d lied to her? She also had no idea how much my secrets could affect us.

  I searched Emma's eyes and knew it didn't matter.

  I should leave, she should leave, but neither one of us could. Whatever this was … it was pulling us both in. I guess she was right. All we could do was ride it out until it wasn't fun anymore.

  "Deal,” I finally said.

  Chapter 9

  Ryan

  "I promise not to make a habit out of this, especially after what you just did for me, but right now I need to be in you, to feel you." I took off her clothes. Removing my boxers, I entered her as deep as I could. I held her hands above her head and took her, hard and fast. I didn't care if she came. I'd make it up to her. I needed her, to engulf her, be in her, be a part of her. Claim her.

  When I woke up, the sun was shining in the windows, and we were tangled up together, holding each other.

  Lying there, watching Em, I was relaxed and content. One day at a time, I reminded myself.

  She stretched. "Morning," she said, her eyes only half open. "Coffee. I need coffee."

  I pulled her back down as she was getting out of bed and held her close to me. "I'll be there in a minute. Mind if I shower?"

  "No, go ahead. I'll make coffee and take a quick run."

  Emma seemed a little nervous. I assumed she was afraid I would bolt while she was gone. I held her tight to me to reassure her. "Don't worry, I promise this will not be a repeat of last time. We are spending the day together. In fact, I think we should spend the evening in Boulder. We could hike some trails."

  Emma's face lit up. Her hair was a mess, she wasn't wearing any makeup, and I swear I had never seen anyone so beautiful.

  Em and Sierra left for a run. I made a few calls to set things up for our trip. Then I made a call home to check on my daughter, who sounded like she was doing much better.

  "Your mom taking care of you?"

  "Yeah, Dad, it's all good."

  "Melissa?" I pressed.

  "Stop worrying. Everything's cool."

  "I'll be back soon. I want you to stay with me for a week when I return."

  "That would be great. Do you think Mom will let me?" She lowered her voice to a whisper.

  "I'll handle your mother. Don't worry. See you soon. Love you."

  "Love you too, Daddy."

  Emma came back from her run, cheeks all red and looking absolutely fuckable.

  "If you are going to walk around shirtless all weekend, it will be hard to leave the hotel,” she said.

  "Oh, it will be hard alright." I walked toward her, my dick starting to rise. I tended to lose interest in most women after a few days, but with Em I couldn't even go a few hours without wanting her.

  She ran to the bathroom, giggling. "Don't even think about it! I need a shower."

  I was trying to do a little work on my laptop when she came into the kitchen wearing nothing but a towel. "Just getting a cup of coffee."

  "Oh hell no." I walked toward her. “I know I said I wouldn’t make a habit of this, but I’ll make it up to you in Boulder,” I promised. Her towel fell off as I carried her to the bedroom. That was all it took. I was lost deep inside her seconds after laying her naked on the bed.

  After I came, I felt guilty for not taking the time to please her first, until I saw her expression. She was staring at me in a way that unnerved me. Everything about her, her very essence echoed that she needed me in her as much as I needed to be in her. I loved that look.

  "Damn," I said as I continued to stare into the warmth of her endless blue eyes. She groaned as I pulled out, clamping down on me, her pussy begging me not to leave.

  I pushed her hair out of her face, "Soon, baby, I promise."

  Smiling contentedly, she kissed my cheek and stretched as she got up and went into the bathroom to finish drying her hair.

  "Throw some clothes in a bag, including your swimsuit," I said through the door when the hairdryer stopped.

  Waiting for Em, I looked around the living room. The furniture was light. The room itself was small but had a cozy, inviting feel to it. Just like her.

  The backyard had a large trellis with a string of lights around it. There were a couple metal benches for sitting and an old-timey porch swing. I laughed when I saw hummingbird feeders scattered about. I counted five, including the one she bought when we met in Estes Park.

  "There are some inexpensive cabins in Boulder that will allow pets," I heard her yell from the other room. "I hope you don't mind bringing Sierra. She would never forgive me if I went without her. I'll make some phone calls and get us in somewhere for the night," she offered, walking into the living room.

  "No need. I booked us a place when you went for a run. Any chance you can call out on Monday?"

  "Should be okay. I don't think there is anything major happening at work," she said. "The hotel you booked, will they allow Sierra?"

  "It's more of a cabin than a hotel. I had checked first. Bringing Sierra won't be a problem."

  She gathered a few things together for Sierra, and the three of us piled into the truck. I felt like a family. Like I had known Em for way longer than I had. Then my mind drifted back to reality. If Em and I ended up really caring for each other, what would I do about Lindsey? My face must have shown my concern.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Nothing, why?"

  "You seemed pensive, like you were somewhere else."

  "No, babe, I'm here, completely here. I'm yours, you're mine, and the next two days belong to us." I leaned over and kissed her to reassure her.

  Chapter 10

  Emma

  We arrived in Boulder, and Ryan pulled into a King Soopers Grocery. "Be right back. Any requests?"

  "Some bottled water to take with us on the hike and some chardonnay."

  "Got it. Be back in a couple."

  My eyes followed him as he walked into the store. No one should look that good! Ryan was confident and a little cocky, but he didn't possess the typical self-involved jerkiness that most overconfident men exhibited. I laughed to myself at the double entendre. Oh, he was more than a little cocky! I blushed as I thought of his huge cock.

  I gave Sierra some water and took her for a quick walk. "Sierra, we are in so much trouble. I hope in the next forty-eight hours I can get this guy out of my system and be ready to move on." She shook her head, and I swear she was laughing at me.

  Char rang while Ryan was still in the store. Unsure of what to say to her, I decided not to answer.

  Ryan came back with several bags.
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  "What's all that?" I asked.

  "Supplies."

  I turned to rifle through the groceries, and he swatted my hand away.

  "What's in there is none of your concern. Now, let's go find our cabin."

  We pulled up to a large secluded house. The inside was incredible. The décor was elegant rustic—if there was such a thing. Complete with a game room that housed a pool table, air hockey, and ping-pong. The kitchen was large with an island that you could fit a family around. I ran from room to room like a little child opening doors, but two of the bedroom doors were locked.

  "Two of the doors are locked," I shouted. Ryan was standing in the kitchen. "How did you find this place? This is too much! How much did this cost?"

  "The cost is none of your business, but I'm glad you like it. The locked doors are extra bedrooms. I was able to get the house so quickly with the agreement that we didn't use the spare bedrooms."

  I helped Ryan put away the groceries. I was about to open one of the bags when Ryan swooped in, grabbing it from me. He took the bag with him down the hallway.

  "Weird. I guess he is shy about his toiletries," I said to Sierra, who was hoping there was something in one of the bags for her.

  I brought my suitcase into the master bedroom, which was stunning. There was a beautiful four-poster bed and French doors that opened to a deck with a hot tub that overlooked the mountains. Everything was high-end from the Egyptian linens to the marble countertops in the master bath.

  I started unpacking. I felt Ryan's body behind me as he encircled me with his arms.

  My phone went off.

  "Shouldn't you answer that?"

  "I'm sure it's Charlotte checking up on me again, and I have to figure out what I'm going to say to her first."

  "You can't keep avoiding her." Ryan grabbed my cell off the dresser. His jaw stiffened as he scowled at the name flashing on the screen. "It is someone named Michael," he said, handing me my phone. "Should I leave?"

  "No need to leave," I said, as I swiped the screen to answer. "What's up?"

  "I'm sorry, but I'm kind of busy today. Yes, I know, but I don't want— Please stop pushing." I walked out to the deck, hoping Ryan wouldn't follow.

  Michael and I had been talking in the past few weeks. He had been pushing for us to start dating again. I cared about Michael, but I wasn’t in love with him or ready to think about marriage. The conversations Michael and I had about the possibility of dating again had all occurred before Ryan and I decided to become friends with benefits.

  I finished talking to Michael and walked back into the bedroom where Ryan was standing.

  "My turn to ask a couple of questions," he said.

  "Alright, shoot."

  "Old boyfriend?"

  "Yes."

  "When was the last time you saw him?"

  "Last week."

  "Sleep with him?"

  "No."

  "Truth?"

  "Yes, truth."

  "We are staying monogamous?"

  "Yes."

  "Don't see him again."

  "Okay." I was trembling a little.

  "Thank you."

  He offered me my glass. "Why are you trembling?"

  "I don't know."

  "I hope you're trembling with desire, and I am the one causing it … not him."

  "Take me."

  "You read my mind."

  "Remove your clothes."

  "What?"

  "I want you sitting on the bed minus your clothes when I return—which will be in two minutes," he warned as he left the room.

  I felt like I did on our first night, a little intimidated and very vulnerable. Well, that night worked out, so I undressed. I was sitting naked when Ryan walked back in. He had a grocery bag in his hand.

  "Wow," he said, staring at me. "I get why Michael doesn't want to let you go. But until you tell me otherwise, you're mine. Now, please stand up and turn around." He grinned playfully, melting my heart. The sound of his voice permeated my insides.

  I followed his request. Ryan pulled something from the bag and tied it around my eyes, blindfolding me. He turned me around and sat me back down on the bed.

  "Are you okay?"

  I nodded my head, but I was still trembling a little.

  "I'm going to lay you on the bed and tie your hands to the bedposts."

  I nodded my head again.

  He laid me down and took what I assumed was a necktie and tied each hand to a bedpost.

  "You good?"

  I nodded once more.

  "Now I'm going to tie each leg to a bedpost."

  "Ryan, I'm not sure …"

  "Trust me."

  With one final nod of my head, Ryan tied each of my ankles to the bedpost. I couldn't tell what he used, but it didn't feel like the same material he used to bind my hands. The material binding my legs had more give, and I could move my legs if needed.

  I was feeling self-conscious and was thankful for the blindfold.

  Leaning over me, Ryan's soft lips traveled down my neck toward my nipples, teasing me. He sucked my nipple, bringing it to full attention.

  But then, freeing my breast, he moved away from the bed, leaving me frustrated. I could hear the slight creaking of the wood floor as he walked out of the room. Anxiety crept over me. Where was he going? How long was he going to leave me lying here like this?

  My apprehension must have distracted my senses as I had not heard Ryan come back into the bedroom.

  I gasped as I felt the sudden coldness on my nipple. Beads of cold water were left behind as the ice traveled over my belly and between my thighs, tickling my skin and causing goose bumps.

  "I want you to think of me watching your naked body squirm. Think about me looking at every part of you, wanting you." His voice was a low, soft whisper.

  "Touch me, Ryan, I need you to touch me," I whispered hoarsely, my voice shaky.

  Using his fingers to open me slightly, he inserted the remaining ice. My hips thrust upward, begging for more while the freezing, prickling sensation of the ice continued to arouse me.

  As the warmth of my body melted the ice inside me, I felt Ryan’s soft butterfly kisses caressing my inner thighs. My excitement intensified as he ran his tongue over me and circled my pussy with his finger. I heard a noise and froze. Was that a vibrator? He started using it on me, running it over my clit. I was squirming like crazy, already insane with desire. This man took foreplay to a whole new level!

  "Where did you get a …" I was pretty sure King Soopers didn't sell them.

  "Shh, I believe it is my turn to give a little back."

  He put just the tip of the vibrator in me and then pulled it out and ran it over my clit again. He did this several times.

  I couldn't take it. I was tied up, spread eagle while Ryan teased me with a vibrator. Just thinking about it, aroused me.

  "Ryan, I'm going to come!"

  He stopped. "Not yet, baby." He turned off the vibrator.

  "Ryan, no, please don't stop," I begged.

  He held back a second to keep me from orgasming then circled my clit with his tongue and slipped two fingers inside me. I was in a continual state of arousal, just on the verge of coming.

  "Yes, please, please, Ryan, let me come," I begged.

  He crawled on top of me, and I felt the warmth of his cock. He teased me, entering me fully and slowly withdrawing, still not allowing me the pleasure of release. I moved my hips upward to meet him, my body just at the edge, begging for that final moment of ecstasy. He quickly freed my ankles and pulled my legs around his hips, leaning over me so that with each thrust of his hips, his warm, huge cock rubbed my love button as he entered me.

  I couldn't handle it anymore, letting go of a scream as I came. He slowed down for a second allowing me to enjoy my orgasm and then started pounding me harder until another orgasm was begging for release.

  "Ryan," I panted.

  "Just let me know when, baby," he whispered. Moments later, we exploded toge
ther. The tingling, mind-numbing sensation rushing through me left me throbbing and helpless.

  He rolled over me, freed my arms, and removed the blindfold.

  "You're still trembling." He pushed a strand of hair away from my face, a gesture that was now becoming welcome and familiar.

  "After what you just did to me, I don't think I will ever stop." I lay there a while, allowing the feeling of complete satisfaction and happiness flow through my veins.

  I know I’m heading for a world of hurt with this guy, but at the moment, it feels worth it. I smiled, too happy to dwell on the probable aftermath.

  "Mmm," I finally stirred. "I could lie here forever if I weren't so hungry!" As I got up, I saw the vibrator lying there.

  "Hey, isn't that my vibrator?" I said in horror. It was pink, so kind of hard to miss.

  Still lying in the bed, Ryan looked up at me with a sly, impish grin. "I saw it when you opened your nightstand. I figured if you were going to use it when I'm not around, I wanted you to be thinking about me when you did."

  I felt a warmth come over my face, and knew I was blushing. "Deal," I said, realizing I couldn't hide my embarrassment. But he was right. There was no way I could ever pick up that vibrator again without thinking about him.

  * * *

  For dinner, we went to Pearl Street and stopped at the West End Tavern for hamburgers. I wanted to get to know Ryan better but was afraid of asking something he wasn’t comfortable answering. We needed a safe word for when we weren’t having sex instead of when we were.

  “If you could do anything you wanted … if money was not a problem … say you won the lottery … what would you do?” Ryan asked.

  “Hmm, that’s a tough question. I’d have to think about it.”

  “Nope, no thinking. What’s the first thing that came to your mind?”

  No amount of money would matter unless you had the right person to share it with, was the first thing I thought, which was completely out of character for me and not something I wanted to share with Ryan.

  “I guess I’m lucky. I’m pretty much living a life I love. I love what I do and where I live. Although I wouldn’t mind a house in the mountains. “Oh! I know what I would do …” I said. “I volunteer on occasion at the local animal shelter; I adopted Sierra from there when she was just a puppy. If money were no object, I’d build a big ranch for the dogs, somewhere they could run and play. The conditions at the shelter suck. The dogs have no real room and are in cages most of the time. The shelter does the best they can, but in real life, money is an object.” I suddenly felt sad.