Reckless Abandon (The Cave Series Book 1)

by Teri Kay

  Twisting her around, I was able to kiss her beautiful lips. God, I already am addicted to kissing these lips. “I need to hurry up and get you clean,” I growled as I tilted her head back under the water and kissed all the way down her neck.

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, “what’s your hurry?” She began to run her wet, soapy hand up and down my already extremely hard dick.

  “Because I need to fuck you, baby,” I practically growled on her tits.

  Ryann placed her fingers under my chin and pulled my eyes down to meet hers. “Be honest with me, Nathan. Are you clean?” I nodded yes. I didn’t even remember the last time I had sex with anyone. “So am I,” she said.

  “Are you on the pill?” I asked.

  Looking down, I could tell she didn't want to answer. Holy fuck. No way would Ryann be one of those women trying to trap me in a pregnancy for my money. And if she was she couldn’t be that stupid to tell me before we had sex.

  “No, I’m not on the pill,” she admitted. It was hard to tell with all the water, but it appeared as if she was crying. “I can’t have kids, Nathan. That’s why Lucas left me. He didn’t just leave me out of the blue. He left me because I am broken.”

  “You're fucking kidding me right?” I almost screamed at her.

  Ryann shook her head. “No, and I understand if you want to leave.”

  I lifted my girl up by her perfectly rounded ass and she wrapped her legs around my waist. “Look at me,” I demanded. “Why the hell would I want to leave you, Ryann?”

  “Because I can never give you what you want. So why would you want to start anything with me? Because I’m…broken,” she whispered so softly I could barely hear her. “My butterfly tattoos are for my two babies that I lost.”

  “Oh, Ryann, you are not broken. What we have going here isn’t about whether or not you can have kids. This is about us. You and I enjoying the fuck out of each other. And right now...I am going to enjoy fucking you again.”

  Gripping her fingers around my neck, Ryann pulled herself just slightly up, and carefully slipped my cock inside her pussy.

  “Holy shit, butterfly. You are so wet. You have no idea how damn good it feels to be inside you.”

  “I think I do,” she said as she kissed my lips. She began to bounce faster on my dick.

  Feeling her slickness coat my dick was almost too much for me to bear. Each time I was with Ryann, it was better than the time before. But this time, feeling her, with nothing separating us was fucking great. I was ready to cum again almost as soon as she put my dick in. But do I cum in her or do I pull out? Not that I didn’t trust Ryann, but I was worth a lot of money so I take my precautions seriously. Fuck it, even if Ryann hadn’t explained to me that she couldn’t get pregnant the only place I would want to be cumming is inside my girl’s pussy.

  We both laid there that night obviously restless in our thoughts. I was planning on telling her about Ella before she arrived the following week, but really what was I supposed to say now? Sorry you can’t have kids, but hey I have a nine-year-old daughter. Something about that seemed just a bit coldhearted. Instead I pulled Ryann in closer and held her tight

  “Butterflies represent pregnancy loss. I have two angel babies and my tattoos are for each one,” Ryann quietly confessed into my chest. I pulled her in tighter. “We lost the first baby eight weeks into the pregnancy. That’s why this one is pink and blue,” she continued and pointed to the top butterfly. “And the day we were to find out the sex of our second baby, we found she had also already gone to heaven. That’s the pink one here.”

  “Thank you for sharing with me. I have a serious question. Now that I know the meanings, is it still ok that I call you butterfly? The last thing I want to do is upset you, beautiful.” I asked her.

  She leaned up and began to place kisses along my jawline. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  I pulled Ryann on top of me so that we were face to face, bodies pressing tightly against each other. “Ryann, I'm going to do everything I can to make you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I hate that asshole forever making you feel like you were broken. I'm going to fuck you again just to show you how not broken you really are.”

  Lifting her small body up, I lowered her onto my rock hard dick. I fucking loved having Ryann on top. From this angle, it was the most beautiful sight. I could see my dick sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. When she lifted herself up, I would see her juices glisten all over me. Each time she moved, her tits would bounce in my face. I fucking loved her tits. But the best sight of all was her gorgeous face. My butterfly could not hide the pleasure on her face, showing me she loved this as much as I did.

  We collapsed onto each other, both out of breath and exhausted. I knew I should get up and get something to clean us up, but the thought of her with me inside her caused me not to move.

  “What are you doing for the 4th of July?” I asked her.

  “Working. Rose says its hella busy,” Ryann laughed knowing all too well that I hated that word. It irritated me.

  “Yeah. The Red, White and Boobs party. It’s a fun time. But before that? Do you want to go to a barbeque at my sister’s place with me?”

  “Oh…meeting the family already, huh?” she cooed.

  “Yes, but just my sister and her son. Her husband is currently overseas, and my parents live in Los Angeles,” I explained.

  “Sounds like fun,” she answered. We continued to kiss until we fell asleep.

  I decided not to go to the club for the next couple nights. I knew Ryann needed the job, and I didn’t want to do anything that would make her feel uncomfortable. What I really wanted to do was tell her I made plenty of money to take care of her, and she could come over each night so she could be my own personal stripper. But that made me uncomfortable just thinking about it. I couldn’t even imagine saying that to her.

  I used the free time to get Ella’s room ready and set myself to a normal sleeping schedule. Playing poker and owning a strip club were two occupations that definitely keep you up all night. Then again so will a nine-year-old little girl. This year before she came I decided to give her entire room a makeover. Jordyn told me how well Ella did in school and how much she was growing up, so I thought I would do something special for her. I converted her room from little girl princesses to what was more for my young lady. No matter what, she would always be my baby girl.

  I also couldn’t stop myself from thinking about the discussion Ryann and I had the other night. The fact that jerk of an ex-husband left her because she couldn’t have kids was horrible. I would always look at my wife as a blessing, and if we were lucky enough to have kids that would be a bonus. A marriage should be about choosing to be with a person because you loved them not because of what they could give to you.

  By Friday night, I didn’t want to stay away from The Cave, my friends, or Ryann anymore. Plus, I heard that G was back in town. I trusted Ryann, but I didn’t trust him as far as I could throw him. I decided to sit at the main bar rather than hide up in my booth, especially when I saw that Jeremy, Rose’s husband, was there.

  “Hey, buddy. Haven’t seen you around in a while,” I said, grabbing a bar stool next to him.

  “Yeah, strip clubs are usually not my thing. But Rose and I are going out tonight so I decided to come down here and hang until she gets off,” Jeremy told me.

  “Hey nuts, missed ya,” Ryann said in her sultry Vaughn voice. People knew we were hanging out together, but we figured it was best not to tell people at the club about us being a couple. If that’s what we were. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I pulled her in close to me. I wanted so damn bad to be possessive of my girl. I saw Jeremy look Ryann up and down. Since they've been best friends since they were seventeen, and Ryann being his best friend’s wife, It must be weird for him to have seen her tits. Tonight, Ryann wore a pink G-string, a see through net skirt, and a matching pink net top. Only problem was Ryann had nothing on under that top. Her nipples were perfectly poki
ng through the net.

  “Hey, Vaughn,” Jeremy smirked. “Come give me a hug. I haven’t seen you in while.” Jeremy pulled Ryann in tight, almost too tight. I glanced over at Rose to see if she noticed but she was busy helping customers. Maybe Ryann hadn’t told Rose about us yet. Jeremy just seemed to hug her a little too tight for my liking.

  After they separated, I bluntly put my arm around Ryann’s waist and pulled her back into me. “You booked for the next hour?” I asked her.

  “Nope. Just working the floor. No VIP rooms for me. Bosses orders,” she made sure to look at me and wink.

  “Now you are,” I grabbed her by the arm, pulled her across the dance floor, and into one of the private rooms.

  “C’mon, Nathan. We’re really are busy and I need the money before summer break is over.” She tried to escape but I blocked the door.

  “Butterfly, tonight I'm a paying customer. I miss you. And I hate to say it but, I miss strippers too. So I figured I could spend an hour with my favorite girl and get both fixes taken care of.” I sat down on the bench seat and pulled her down on top of my lap.

  “Wow, you could get your fix of me in only an hour, huh?” she teased.

  “Baby, I don’t think I could ever get my fix of you,” I told her as I went to lean in for a kiss. She put her fingers up to stop me and started to back away.

  “Nope. For the next hour you're a client. You don’t get these lips until we get home tonight. Unless that’s how you want me to treat all my clients.”

  I tried to persuade her to spend the rest of the evening with me, but she kept insisting that she didn’t want to take money from me and this was her job. Since we were sleeping together, I saw her point that taking money from me made her feel like a hooker, but isn't that what couple's do? Share money. She still didn’t see my point. We made our way back to the bar, where I watched as Vaughn started making her way around the room. Honestly, thinking of her as Vaughn while we were at the club was the only way I could keep myself sane. Here she was Vaughn, and at home she was my Ryann. I will admit, I loved to watch my girl dance. The way she moved her hips was so fucking sexy. But it’s different from when I used to watch Jordyn dance. With her, it turned me on to watch her dance for other men. With Ryann, it makes me jealous as fuck. Watching her on stage is a whole other story. The stage dance she does with Vanessa sends a raging hard on to my dick every time I see it.

  As the night started to wind down, all I wanted to do was get Ryann home to “Netflix and Chill”, have her lay her head in my lap as I run my fingers through her thick hair. By the exhausted look on her face, I think she was going to be more into watching Netflix than the chilling I wanted to do.

  “I’ll ask Vanessa for a ride home tonight since you rode the Harley here,” Ryann told me.

  “Don’t. Meet me out back as soon as you’ve changed,” I demanded.

  What Ryann didn’t know was that I bought her own helmet this week. I needed her on the back of my bike with me, to feel her arms tightly holding around my waist as we rode through the streets of Las Vegas. Nothing sexier than a hot woman on a beautiful bike.

  A few minutes later Ryann walked out the back door. “What’s going on Nathan? I assumed you’d bring the truck tonight since we decided to stay at my place.”

  I handed her the box and could see the surprised look on her face. “What’s this?” she asked.

  “Well, usually when someone hands you a box to open, it’s a gift,” I said sarcastically.

  “Nathan, really?” she said almost sounding disappointed.

  “Just open it. It’s honestly more for me than you anyways.” That caused her to lift her eyebrows at me.

  She opened the box and found the sleek red helmet just for her. I saw the instant smile appear on her face. “Really? For me?” she asked.

  “Nope. It’s for Damon. I just thought I’d show you first,” I joked. I took the box from her hands and placed it on the ground, pulling her in close to me. “Of course it’s for you, butterfly. I want any excuse to have your body pressed up against mine. You are sexy as hell. This bike is also quite sexy.” She laughed. Not being able to control myself, I lowered my lips onto hers and kissed her sexy mouth. “And together the two of you are going to make me fucking crazy.”

  “Sounds hot,” she whispered back, and leaned down and grabbing her helmet. She walked over to my bike, threw one leg over and climbed to the back. That right there was the best fucking thing I saw all night. Instant hard-on. “Well are you going to take me for a ride?” she asked.

  “Do you want to go straight home?” I had an idea up my sleeve if she wasn’t too tired.

  “Not anymore,” she replied.

  I climbed on my bike, started the engine, and felt Ryann’s arms cling around my waist. I seriously wanted to fuck her right then and there. But I decided it probably wasn’t the best thing do in the parking lot of a strip club. Instead we made a quick stop at a local coffee shop, filled up my thermos, got some muffins and took off. We rode for about thirty minutes until we hit my quiet spot out in the desert.

  “Okay… Middle of the desert wasn’t really what I was expecting this morning,” Ryann said as she pulled off her helmet.

  “Last time I tried to take you somewhere it backfired on me, remember?” Grabbing the thermos and the food , I motioned her to follow me. We climbed up the back of a large rock and made ourselves comfortable. “I found this spot a few years back on a ride. I just needed to get away. It was about sunrise when I stopped to have a smoke. I climbed up here and watched the sun rising and thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.”

  “Smoke?” she asked quizzically.

  “Yes, mom,” I once again replied in my smart ass tone. “Once in a while I smoke a joint to relax. Like now.” I pulled out the joint I had thrown in the muffin bag without Ryann looking. She scrunched up her face and gave me the cutest disapproving look. “I will take that as you do don’t smoke,” I laughed.

  “I did a little in college, but not since. Wasn’t really my thing. But I'm not necessarily against it,” she defended herself.

  “I'm going to take a few hits. Would you like some?” I wasn't a pusher but I'd definitely offer. I could see the look of contemplation in her eyes.

  “Why not,” she said with a shrug. “Reckless abandon has been my motto this summer.” We took a few hits, drank our coffee and ate breakfast almost silently as we watched the sun come up. Well, Ryann watched the sun come up. I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her. I wanted to ask her about her show and what her plans were after the summer hiatus but I figured she would tell me when she was ready. I thought this might be a good time to tell her about Ella.

  She interrupted my thoughts with her question, “Have you ever brought any other girls to this spot with you?”

  “Just one,” I answered.

  “Jordyn?”

  “Hell no. I didn’t find this spot until long after her. No. Ella Marie is the only other girl I have brought here.”

  “Are you ready to tell me about the tattoo?” she asked.

  I nodded. “Ryann,” I took a deep breath. “Ella is my daughter.” I watched the surprise play across her face. “She was the only good thing that happened from Jordyn and me. She’s nine. She’s beautiful. And she will be here next week.”

  “Well, okay then.”

  “Please tell me you are okay with this,” I pleaded.

  She cupped my face in her hands. “Nathan, I will admit it’s a bit of surprise at six a.m. when I'm slightly stoned to find out you have a daughter. But I'll be fine. We will be fine.” I hated that word fine.

  “Let’s go to my place and get some sleep for a few hours before I meet your family,” she suggested, standing up and leading us back to my bike.

  As soon as we got back to Ryann’s place, she crawled in bed and fell right asleep. I could see the exhaustion in her face, and now I’ve just hit her with another ton of bricks. Maybe I should have waited to tell her about Ella un
til after she met my sister since I knew how nervous she was about that. But something told me I needed to tell her this morning, and I wasn’t going to lie when she asked me if I had brought any other girls to my sunrise rock. Ella is my world and always will be. I wanted Ryann to be a part of my world but it had to include Ella.

  The shower was already going, when I woke up late that morning. Ryann was in there quietly singing some country song on the radio I didn’t recognize. God even her voice was “Good morning, butterfly,” I said as I snuck in her bathroom.

  “Hi, handsome. You going to join me?” she seductively asked.

  “Well, only because you asked so nicely,” I quipped back.

  Ryann wrapped her arms around my waist and began kissing my chest. “I’m sorry for getting all funky this morning.”

  “Why are you sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for. Me telling you I have a daughter was something huge.”

  “I just didn’t expect you to say you had a kid since you've never mentioned her before. But seriously I'm fine. Plus, I was a little stoned,” Ryann laughed.

  “With you and me, beautiful, there is still a lot to learn.”

  “I know something I still want to learn,” she whispered.

  “Oh yeah? What’s that?” I asked. Hoping my assumptions were correct.

  “How you taste,” she said looking directly in my eyes.

  Dropping to her knees, she took my cock in her beautiful mouth and ran her lips up and down my length, using her tongue to swirl my tip. It felt fucking fabulous. Every once in a while, she would look up and our eyes would meet. The connection between us was intense. I had no desire to look away while my woman was anywhere near my dick. I reached down to play with her bouncing tits. Everything about Ryann drove me over the edge.