Evergreen

by Jessica Florence

  “Look at me. Tell me what you want. I want to hear it come off those sweet lips.”

  I knew what he wanted me to say. “Make me come, Ryder. Ride me until I scream.”

  His hips surged forward, filling me completely. We groaned together. He felt perfect.

  “So, sweet, I’m gonna move now. Are you ready for me to make you scream as my cock drills into you?”

  Moans came out as I moved my hips toward his as my answer. He pulled his hips back and surged forward again, claiming me. He moved pelvis faster and faster. I wrapped my leg over his ass bringing him closer. He leaned down on one elbow and gripped my leg with his other hand, pulling me toward him with every thrust. Our panting and the ocean breeze were the only sounds I heard. My hands went to his back and clawed him desperately from the pleasure coursing through my body.

  “Oh, Ryder,” I moaned. I was getting so close.

  “I feel your sweet pussy beginning to quiver, baby. You’re so close to screaming. I want you to come on my cock. I wanna see your face as you clench around me.”

  I felt the quakes begin as he quickly rolled us over so I was riding him. He gripped my hips just as I’d wanted before. With his hips drilling upward into me, I had no choice but to hold on for the ride. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I screamed out from the sheer magnificence of it.

  “Oh fuck,” Ryder hissed as his hips moved sporadically. With one last thrust he seated himself deep inside me as he found his release.

  Our pants started to slow. A light sheen of sweat covered his moonlit skin. He was pure man. I practically purred with pleasure. My body collapsed on top of his.

  Then the dogs descended.

  My babies had kept themselves occupied during our little beach fun, but now they wanted our attention. I eased off of Ryder and fell onto the sand. Nothing like a sandy butt to keep the romance going.

  “Vince! Turnip! Go on, boys!” I tried to be stern, but they were licking me to death.

  At some point during the attack, Ryder had gotten up and was all buttoned. He held a hand out to me, the other one holding my jeans.

  “Thank you,” I said as I grabbed his hand.

  “Thank you, cupcake.” His voice was low and hoarse.

  I felt myself getting hot again. His voice. Especially his after-sex voice. Yum.

  Okay, I’m pantless still. Focus.

  “Here.” He handed me my pants.

  “Thanks.” I fumbled as I put them on in the sand.

  “Um, do you want to take a shower? I’m pretty sandy. Unless you have to go.” I wanted more of him; I was so hoping he was going to take my offer. Maybe we could shower together. Shivers ran over me while images of us doing dirty things in the shower came to mind.

  “Shower. I’m not done with you yet, Andi. I’m not a liar. I said I would take my time tasting every part of you.” He leaned in closer, his breath teasing my lips. “Every inch of you. Your soft tits, your tight, slick heat. I bet you’re already wet for me. Imagining my tongue on you.”

  I grabbed his hand.

  “Come on, puppies!” I yelled to my dogs and pulled Ryder, making him run with me toward the house. Desperate? Nope not me.

  We made it back to the house pretty quickly. Once inside I turned toward him. He looked like he was fighting back a big smile.

  “Um, follow me. I’ll get the shower going for you. I have to take care of my boys, and then I’ll join you.” I walked toward the bathroom, Ryder close on my heels.

  One of the things that had sold me on the house, besides the kitchen, was the bathroom. It had a big shower that had no walls and was just in the middle of the bathroom. It was a little lower than the floor, so things wouldn’t flood, and the spray never made a mess. It was like a waterfall. And then there was the tub. I was a true girl at heart and loved taking baths. Bubbles, candles, the works. I turned the shower knob for water.

  I felt Ryder’s breath on my neck. “Hurry.” It sounded like a command.

  I turned, winked at him, and went to feed my babies.

  Vince was already sitting in his chair waiting for his bowl. He always looked so cute sitting in the chair I’d had built for him. Turnip looked so sweetly pathetic staring at his bowl like it would magically fill with food. I pour the food in their bowls and waited till they were done, then helped Vince get out of his chair. Now it was time to get my freak on.

  I walked back to the bathroom and paused when I entered the door. Ryder was standing under the spray. His head tipped back and eyes closed as the water hit him. His naked body was covered in water droplets. My mouth salivated, wanting to lick the water off his body. Every muscle of his was lean. He looked like a freaking god. His arms lifted as he ran his hands through his hair. I moaned at his display. His eyes opened, and his gaze snapped to me. His eyes flared with hunger.

  “Strip.”

  The command was simple. But I felt frozen staring at him.

  He growled again. “Andi, take those clothes off that sweet body before I end up ripping them off you.”

  I shivered at his words.

  Slowly I lifted my shirt above my head without taking my eyes away from his. His jaw tightened. I reached behind me and undid my bra, letting it fall down my arms to the floor. The shock of the air made my nipples harden. Another growl came from him. It was so hot when he did that. It was so carnal, possessive. I loved it. I decided to work it a little and brought my hands to my breasts, lightly running my hands around them.

  “Andi.” His voice was a warning.

  My hands trailed down to the button of my jeans, and I pushed the denim and my panties down and stepped out.

  Ryder’s jaw was clenched; his hands were curled into balls. “Come here,” he said in a steady voice.

  Finally I got my feet to move toward him.

  CHAPTER 8

  Ryder

  I had never seen anything sexier than Andi. She had me so on edge, I was barely holding on. She finally was close enough that I wrapped my arms around her and brought her naked body with me into the water. She titled her head back and let the water run down her face. I watched her blissful expression. It was as if life couldn’t get any better for her. I could think of a few ways it could.

  I let my hands go and grabbed her body wash, squirted some in my hands, and started to wash her body. I took my sweet time running my hands over her. Her breasts were soft, and I was right. They weren’t quite a handful, but they were perfect with rosy pink tips. She arched them into my hands. I bit back a smile and continued washing her down each leg, getting just close enough to where she wanted me most. Her hips flexed toward me, begging me. Finally I let my fingers slide between her folds. She was soaking wet, and not from the shower. My dick became even harder than it was a few seconds ago. She let out a whimper as I teased her.

  I withdrew my hands and washed the suds off, then turned her around so her back was to my front. My lips found her neck, giving her open-mouth kisses. Once I made it up to her ear, I gave her lobe a tug. She moaned. Her hands reached up and took hold of her breasts. I intertwined my hands with hers, and we kneaded her tits together.

  “You are exquisite.” I went back to kissing and sucking along her neck and then switched to the other side.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” she purred.

  Untangling one hand, I brought it down between her legs to her hot sex and lightly made circles over her clit. Her hips bucked back into my hard-on. I pressed my dick against her, grinding her from behind. She arched her back into me. If she were only a little bit taller, I could have slid home. Everything seemed right in the world while I was touching her.

  “Mm.”

  Her moans were making it harder for me to remain in control; I pressed a finger into her.

  “You’re soaking wet,” I said as she whimpered for more. My finger curled, touching her just where she needed it. Her hips moved as I added another finger and started to thrust in and out.

  “Oh, mm. Oh, please.”

 
I was a greedy man. I wanted her orgasm on my dick. I wrapped my arms around her, and we moved together toward the wall. She put her hands on the wall and arched that sweet ass toward me. With the water running down her back, she looked perfect. I bent my knees slightly, then lined myself up perfectly, and slowly seated myself to the hilt inside her, a mixture of moans and groans coming from our lips.

  She was so warm, slick, and tight. The feeling of her overwhelmed me. Her hips started to sway, begging me to move. I let out a hiss and gripped her hips to halt her movements. Finally I felt in control again and eased myself out, then tightened my grip on her hips and slammed back into her. Keeping the same slow rhythm, driving us both mad. She just felt too fucking good. Her fingers were digging into the wall, trying to grip something. I remembered those fingers on me earlier, the bite of pain mixed with pleasure.

  Oh hell.

  At the thought of her scratching me, my pace quickened, and I pounded against her. The slap of water and skin surrounded us. Her moans became loud, and I relished in them. Her orgasm came fast. Her sweet sex clenching me in waves, I gritted my teeth and held on. I took her bare and couldn’t unleash inside her, even though I wanted to more than anything. She started to come back down, and I eased out of her and turned the shower off.

  I grabbed a towel from the rack and started drying off her, then myself. Her face was flushed, and she had this dreamy look in her eyes like I’d blown her world.

  Damn right.

  I bent down and picked her up and put her over my shoulder. She let out a little yelp of surprise. I smacked her ass just because. She giggled.

  Once I hit the bed, I lightly threw her down and was on top of her in seconds, bringing my mouth to hers. Her kisses were demanding; she wanted everything I had. My lips left hers and began to explore other places. Her neck, her collarbone, those sweet breasts with puckered pink tips. I blew on one nipple then the other, making them harden even more. Then I teased each with flicks of my tongue, love bites, and sucks. She was writhing underneath me, but I needed more. I continued my travels down even further, until finally I reached where I wanted to go. I took in her scent of arousal.

  “Intoxicating,” I said.

  I looked up and saw her on her elbows, watching me. Keeping eye contact as I put my mouth to her. Her eyes closed briefly, then went back to keeping my gaze. It fueled me to make her feel so good. I licked and sucked her like my life depended on it. I could have done it all night; she was delicious. Her chest was heaving with pants. Soft moans escaped her.

  “Ryder, please,” she moaned.

  “What do you want, sweetness?”

  My words against her made her moan again.

  “Take me, please, make me yours.”

  I growled against her sex, making her scream as she came.

  Her words affected me just as much as mine affected her. I felt a primal urge to claim this woman, to make her forget every man she had been with, and to make her never want another. Weird feeling, but—damn!—if I wasn’t inside her and making her mine soon, I would cease to exist. I got up, reached for my jeans, and grabbed protection. Tomorrow I would have to talk to her about that; now that I’d had her bare, I wanted it more. None of this latex crap.

  Once covered, I crawled up her and slid into home. She moaned, and her sweet pussy clenched. I started moving hard, pounding her with every thrust. Her hips rose to meet mine with every pump.

  “So greedy, maybe I should make you wait.” I slowed down so that I was barely moving.

  She wiggled beneath me. She got this look in her eyes, a look that said it all: Move or you are a dead man.

  I continued my slow pace, teasing her. She reached up and grabbed behind my neck and pulled me down to her lips. Her kiss was demanding, needy. She bit my lip almost hard, making my dick jump. She was playing dirty. Every nerve ending in my body was firing, wanting me to hurry the hell up. But I wanted her to remember this: never wanting anything but what I was giving her. One of her hands wrapped around my back, the other on my head.

  Her nails bit into my skin, and I was done for. She wanted it faster; she fucking got it. I drilled into her with determination. Her kissing came to a halt as she started screaming to God. I lifted up and brought her knees over my shoulders. Her screaming got louder while I reached her deeper, hitting her just right. She was so close, that sweet quiver making me on edge.

  Soon, we were both falling into oblivion. She dug her nails into my arms, making me lose it completely.

  “Feels so good.” I kept riding out our release.

  Her screams settled down to little whimpers of satisfaction. I had to kiss this woman. This amazing, sexy woman. Her legs fell to the sides; she no longer had the strength to hold them up. I leaned down and kissed her. Showing her the gift she had given me tonight was the best moment of my life. Wasn’t sure how she’d done it, but something in me was changing.

  I think she got it, because her lips melded with mine with the same passion I had for her.

  I eased our kissing and pulled out slowly.

  “That was incredible,” she said through a yawn.

  “Very incredible,” I agreed.

  I went to dispose of the condom, and by the time I got back, Andi was sleeping peacefully. Wasn’t sure what to do at this moment. It had been a long time since I’d found myself in this situation, where I wanted to go back to bed with the sleeping woman.

  CHAPTER 9

  ANDI

  It felt like a dream. Ryder was the type of man dreams were made of. He had possessed my body completely. I grew warm and tingly thinking of how he’d made me feel. I wished I hadn’t passed out when he’d gotten out of bed, but I’d been utterly satisfied—and exhausted. Now I was afraid to open my eyes and see that he had gone. I knew what we’d done didn’t mean we were going to get married or anything, but I wasn’t going to be thrilled if he’d bagged me and left.

  Crap, I had to pee. I needed to put my big girl panties on—literally because I was naked—and get up.

  I slowly opened my eyes and peeked around the bed. Nothing. A big wave of disappointment fell over me. He was too good to be true, I guessed. He had put the effort into finding me and getting off, and now he was done. I rolled out of bed and went to do my business.

  After putting on some panties and a shirt, I walked out into my living room to see my babies eating their food.

  “Morning,” Ryder said, scaring the crap out of me.

  I shrieked loudly.

  “Sorry. I didn’t want to wake you, and they were whining for food. That chair is pretty cool,” he said.

  I looked at him wearing just his boxers and sitting at my island with a cup of coffee. I was hoping the giddy excitement I was feeling that he’d stayed wasn’t showing. I took him in just as he seemed to be doing with me. The air started to sizzle with need.

  “I see how this could be addicting. You look delicious,” he said.

  I knew what he meant. I wanted more of him already. Vince barked at me from his chair; he was done and wanted out. I winked at Ryder and went to let Vince out, then opened the sliding door to the yard so the dogs could go run around. When I turned around, Ryder was there wrapping his arms around me.

  “Did you sleep well?” I asked.

  He nodded. “I did, although you snore.”

  He winked and dodged my hand coming for his chest.

  “I do not!”

  He laughed at my reply.

  “No, you don’t.” He let go of me and walked back to his seat at the island. “But you do talk.”

  I just stared at him.

  My mom used to say I talked and you could have full conversations with me. I thought that had stopped. None of my past boyfriends had said anything, but then again I’d never slept with someone as soundly as I did last night. I’d been passed out.

  “What did I say?” I was mortified.

  He shrugged.

  “Oh no, mister, cough it up. What did I say?” I wanted to know so badly.


  “You started talking about how you missed Shay. Riding him, reading with him.”

  I couldn’t hold it in after that announcement. I laughed hysterically. He gave me a quizzical brow at my reaction.

  “Shay was my horse growing up. I loved him. I would sit out and read to him for hours. We would go on trails together. One day he got spooked by something and started bucking while I was on him, but I held on like I was in a rodeo. After that my mom freaked out, and the next day Shay was shipped off to live with my aunt in the upper part of Florida. I see him every once in a while, but not like when he was mine.” I did miss that horse. Funny how that came out while I was sleeping.

  “I see. I had a hamster that died when I was six. My parents wouldn’t tell me what happened, just said he ran away. I understand.” He had a smile on his face. “I gotta say I’m glad Shay isn’t a past boyfriend of yours. Kind of a hit to the ego when the girl you just slept with is dreaming and talking about another guy.”

  I giggled some more.

  “You find that funny, huh?” His eyes grew dark; he looked like a predator.

  I took a step toward the hallway. If he came for me, I could make a run for it.

  “Well, I did used to ride Shay a lot. A lot more than you, soo…”

  I let my sentence trail off. He got out of his seat and watched me.

  “I’m feeling a challenge being thrown down.” He set his coffee on the table and got ready to pounce.

  The tension between us was thick. I started growing wet thinking about what would happen when he caught me. I moved the other way, thinking I could maybe head around the island to my room.

  “I had Shay for five years,” I countered.

  “Challenge accepted.”

  He took off after me and read my thoughts about going around the island. He scooped me up, placing me on the counter and himself between my legs.

  “God, I can feel how wet you are.”

  We attacked each other’s mouths like desperate lovers. We were. I was desperate to feel the way only he had made me feel. Euphoric. He tasted like coffee as our tongues met and melded together. His hands gripped my ass and brought me closer to him.