Ryder's Surrender (Hell Yeah!)

by Sable Hunter

  Repeating what he’d told Gideon in his mind, Samson assured her. “This is all about your pleasure, love. Our pleasure is solely dependent on yours.”

  Ryder shivered as they undressed her. Two pairs of hands, twenty fingers, made short work of a few buttons and a zipper. As more skin was unveiled, she wanted to hide, to cover her nakedness. “Are you sure you want me?”

  “My God, baby,” Samson muttered. “Look at me,” he held out his hand, “I want you so much, I’m shaking for you.”

  Gideon went to one knee on the mattress, his eyes raking over her graceful curves and golden skin. Her breasts were twin mounds of perfection, topped by succulent, puffy nipples that he couldn’t wait to touch and taste.

  Ryder moaned, unable to take her eyes off the men as they pulled off their shirts. They were so incredibly handsome. One light. One dark. In their clothing, they were sexy – half-naked they were lethal. Her eyes skated over the huge bulge in their jeans. She’d never seen a man nude, except in photos on some friend’s Facebook site, but even in her inexperience, she knew they were exceptional. Big. Too big. “I don’t think you’re going to fit.” A shiver of apprehension sent chill bumps over her body.

  “You’re made for us, Ryder. When the time comes, we’ll not only fit, it’s going to feel perfect for all of us.” Unable to resist, Samson went to his knees at the side of the bed, claiming a kiss, his tongue sweeping in, taking her mouth in a kiss so passionate and possessive, it rocked Ryder to her toes.

  Gideon lay down beside her, one hand stroking her body, his lips on her neck, her chest, feathering gentle kisses over her breast. When Samson would relinquish his position to allow his brother to sample her sweetness, Gideon would claim her lips, breaching, invading - conquering. She was almost overwhelmed by his intensity. And when they took turns – Samson teasing and Gideon demanding, she was never satisfied, constantly aching for more.

  At last, Samson chose to begin scattering kisses all over her body, beginning at Ryder’s shoulder and working his way down. She tried to pay attention to everywhere he touched, but it was almost more than she could process.

  Gideon’s tongue still tangled with hers, exploring her mouth, demanding that Ryder respond with everything he craved. The man tasted like sin as he coaxed and teased her with licks and nips, cajoling her to join in his erotic play. And every time their gazes clashed, she was jarred by the hunger she saw in his eyes. Needing to touch him, she wove her fingers into his long dark hair, grasping it, holding him right where she wanted him.

  While Gideon worshiped her mouth, Samson made himself happy at her breasts, running his hands over them, circling them, tweaking and pinching her nipples. “Look how beautiful and soft she is.” Touch her Gideon, they feel so good.

  Now, Samson had her attention. Her breasts had always been sensitive. When she touched herself, her breasts were one place she loved to tease. As he played with her, Ryder’s nipples tightened, she couldn’t be still, her hands roving over his arms and chest – relishing the soft as suede male skin. Ryder arched her back, thrusting her breasts up in an open invitation.

  Gideon heeded the call, leaving her lips and letting his mouth blaze a trail to one breast while his brother suckled at the other. Writhing with pleasure, Ryder held on to them, a hand on each of their heads. She’d never dreamed of being so aroused, with two powerful sexy men feasting at her breasts. Ryder closed her eyes, melting – mewling, almost fainting with pleasure as their hands began to skate down her sides, on down her thighs, caressing and stroking.

  Samson swirled his tongue around one hard-candy nipple, feasting on its sweetness, scraping it with his teeth. “Oh, Samson!” She was coming alive in his arms, her hunger unmistakable. Knowing what she needed, he let one hand slide over her stomach to touch her mound, then delve between her thighs. Her hips bucked in silent supplication.

  God, brother, she’s so creamy. Wet. Hot.

  Kiss her, taste her, Samson. Together we can take her to the stars.

  “Open wide, love.”

  She obeyed. With her legs splayed open, Ryder felt completely vulnerable, a living breathing invitation to whatever they wanted from her. Samson ran his fingers through her soft, wet folds, seeming to memorize their texture – their heat. And while he explored, Gideon watched his brother with a heated, dark gaze. Knowing they were sharing the experience, taking pleasure in what the other was doing was fascinating to her. With their undivided and ardent attention, Ryder felt more desirable and feminine than she ever had in her life. She burned, literally shaking with need. “Please,” she keened.

  “Please what, love? Ask for what you want.” Samson’s touch was as electric as his voice while he rubbed her swollen labia, just teasing the opening of her empty, aching channel. Ryder’s mind was fevered, her lips unable to form words. As he stroked her pussy, she lifted her hips, wanting more and more. Finally, Samson used his big fingers to fill her, to stretch her. “I want…”

  She’s too innocent to know what she wants, brother. Just make her cum.

  With pleasure. Samson flashed an answer to his brother as he went to his knees between Ryder’s legs, parting her thighs even farther. Bowing at the altar of her femininity, he began to kiss and lick and suck, teasing her clit – using his mouth and tongue to drive her certifiably insane.

  Gideon heard his brother groan, he felt Samson’s excitement and satisfaction as he tasted Ryder for the first time. While his brother pleasured their woman, Gideon held Ryder in his arms, loving how she moved, how she undulated when Samson lifted her hips so he could spear his tongue deep within her. To soothe her, tempt her, let her know he was part of the process, Gideon kissed her repeatedly – her lips, her breasts, the corners of her eyes, whispering words of adoration. “You are so beautiful, baby girl. You are ours. Did you know that? You’re mine!”

  “Samson!” Ryder whimpered, then looked up into Gideon’s eyes. “Gideon, help me.” Magical sparks brushed her skin, her whole body was crying out for release.

  Suck her clit, Samson. She’s burning alive.

  Desperately needing to be a part of sending Ryder over the edge, he bent to take her mouth in a kiss ripe with erotic possession, his fingers pinching and tweaking her nipples, his erection helplessly pumping at her side. Gideon swallowed the sweet sounds of her keening, as Samson gave her what she craved. God, she was beautiful when she surrendered – arching between them – letting herself go in complete abandon.

  She cried out, the blush of sweet release flushing her body to a rosy hue. Samson thought her response was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She’d gone up in flames at their touch. Undoubtedly, she was the woman they’d been waiting for all these years.

  Trembling at her side, Gideon wanted to take her – possess her – shove his cock so deep inside of her that he’d touch her soul. But he couldn’t…not yet…not until he was sure this wasn’t going to go up in flames.

  Samson wanted her just as much. She’s so tight, so perfect. If we played with her just a little more, she’d be begging for us to claim her.

  Ryder was on the verge, the very edge of reality. “Samson? Gideon?”

  We need to give her time. There can be no regrets, Samson.

  You’re right. “We must stop,” Samson whispered.

  Ryder reached for them. “Why? Did I do something wrong?”

  “God no, baby.” Gideon tenderly kissed her cheek. “You were perfect. Being with you was heaven. We just want you to be sure before we go any farther.”

  She heard their words, but she also saw the evidence of their desire beneath their clothing. They were both hugely aroused. There was no way they could be comfortable, much less satisfied. Ryder wanted to touch them, to bring them the same pleasure they’d given her. “Are you sure?”

  “We’re sure that we want you to be happy.” Samson pulled the covers back while Gideon went to the bathroom and returned with a damp cloth and a fluffy towel.

  “Let me clean you up, darling.” Gideon s
at beside her, coaxing Ryder to open her legs once more. As he tenderly ministered to her, he gave her a sexy wink. “Next time, maybe I’ll be the lucky one kissing you here.”

  Ryder blushed. “I can’t wait.”

  Gideon shuddered, he had to fight himself to keep from accepting the invitation in her eyes. After he’d wiped her and patted her dry, he gave himself one more indulgence – he bent low and placed one soft kiss on the pearl of her pleasure. To his absolute delight, Ryder lifted her hips for more. It was hard to tear himself away, but he did.

  “Thank you, beautiful. I’ve never enjoyed anything more.”

  Ryder was so swamped with pleasure; she was finding it hard to think. When she saw her ‘almost lovers’ begin to put on their shirts, she began to feel self-conscious. Ryder didn’t understand, they’d given her everything and asked for nothing in return. Pulling the sheet up to cover her body, Ryder reached for her underwear. As their backs were turned, she wiggled underneath the sheet and began to shimmy into her purple panties and matching bra.

  Look.

  Samson turned to see what Gideon saw. He couldn’t help but smile. “If I had my way, I’d keep you naked and in my bed, but if you’re going to get dressed, I think we have something we’d like to add to your outfit.”

  Get the necklace, brother.

  Ryder sat up, finding her skirt and top that one of them had laid neatly on the bed next to her.

  She wasn’t sure what they meant. Ryder pulled on her clothes, then sat in the bed, her knees drawn up to her chin. “I’m not sure how to feel? Is this real? What did we just do?”

  “Hell yeah, it’s real.” Samson came to her, putting one knee on the bed. “We just laid our world at your feet. How you feel about it is up to you.”

  Gideon rejoined them, a square velvet box in his hand. “This time we came to you, Ryder. We really didn’t give you much choice.”

  “That’s right. We want you to think about this carefully.” Samson ran a finger down her velvety cheek, cupping the side of her face. “Next time, we need for you to come to us.”

  “And here is your assurance that we’ll be waiting.” Gideon opened the box to show her a necklace, a beautiful necklace with three diamonds, one Princess cut in the center, flanked by two round ones set on either side, each stone at least two brilliant cut carats.

  Samson took the golden necklace from the box, went behind her and placed it around her neck. “For you.”

  “Samson, Gideon…” She didn’t know what to say. “Oh, my God. I can’t accept this. It’s just too much.”

  Gideon stilled her hands as she tried to reach back to remove it. “No, it’s not too much. We’re prepared to offer you everything we have, everything we are, this is just a token of the total love and affection we have for you.”

  Ryder placed a hand over the three stones, pressing them into her flesh. “You’ve overwhelmed me.”

  Samson placed his arm around her and pulled her back against him, kissing her neck and the side of her face. “We wanted this chance to be with you, to show you how good it could be. And this is just the beginning.”

  Gideon stood by, letting Samson have his moment, a moment he was dying to share. “We’ll be waiting for you, Ryder. For your decision.”

  Ryder bent her head and rested her face against his forearm. “All right. I know it’s late, but I think I need to go be with Pepper.”

  When Samson left to call Pepper’s cell to see if they were home, Gideon offered her a hand up, pulling her against his body. “Don’t make us wait long, baby.” This time he didn’t hold back, he layered his mouth over hers and drank deeply of her sweetness.

  Ryder’s arms rose of their own volition to cling to his shoulders.

  “Ryder.”

  Samson’s voice broke the moment; his tone didn’t sound right. Breaking away from Gideon, she met his brother’s eyes. “What is it? Something’s wrong with Pepper?”

  “No, she was just about to call you. They’re on their way to Seton Hospital to meet your family.”

  “Who is it?” Ryder’s heart was in her throat. “Is Molly having the baby?”

  “No. It’s your father. He collapsed.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  “Come on, let’s go.” Gideon took her arm. “We’ll take you to your father.”

  In a scared daze, Ryder let them lead her out of the suite, into the elevator and down to the hotel lobby. Samson had called his driver and the limousine was waiting at the door.

  “Did she say what they think is wrong with him?” she asked when she finally found her voice.

  “No.” Samson took her hand. “She didn’t. Has he had problems in the past?”

  “He’s had health problems,” she spoke lowly and slowly, her eyes unfocused, staring straight ahead. “Strokes. The first one occurred right after my mother died, he was in rehab for a long time. We thought he was recovering.” She gave them a vague half-smile. “He’s even been dating his nurse.”

  “Don’t worry, sugar,” Gideon told her, solid and warm at her side. “Just as soon as we find out what’s wrong with him, we’ll fly in the best doctor we can find in the world to take care of him.”

  “Thank you.” Ryder knew his offer was more than kind. “I just know he’s had another stroke, and they said his body just couldn’t take any more. He might not recover from the next one.”

  The Duke brothers held her hands as the driver sped from downtown Austin to the northwest side, exiting off 183 and pulling into the tree-lined parking lot. Following the signs pointing to the ER, Gervis pulled under the covered drive next to the glass entranceway and Samson sprung out, not waiting for help. Taking Ryder’s hand, he led her in. Gideon moved ahead of them. “I’ll find something out for you.”

  Ryder was shaking. Looking around, she didn’t see any of her family. Could she have beat them here? “This way.” Gideon motioned, a nurse waiting to escort them where they needed to be.

  “How is he? Is he still alive?” She wanted to know and at the same time, she dreaded to find out.

  “Mr. McCoy is in Intensive Care, an ambulance brought him in about a half hour ago. You are the first of his family to arrive. The doctor will speak to you in just a few minutes.”

  “Pepper will be here soon, I’m sure.” Samson tried to comfort Ryder as they strode down the hall toward a pair of large automatic doors.

  “Heath and the others will be here too,” Ryder said, not doubting that her brothers would drop everything to come. They’d done it before.

  “Of course they will.” Gideon kept a protective hand at the small of her back. “But until then, we’re here and we’ll move heaven and earth for you, just say the word.”

  Ryder wanted to cry. Fate seemed poised to place happiness in her reach with one hand and snatch it back with the other. “Thank you, I appreciate you both so much.”

  Moments later, the nurse stopped at a doorway, gesturing for them to enter. The waiting room was small with just a couple of couches and straight back chairs. “The doctor will be with you momentarily. “Thank you,” she murmured. Ryder had no more than taken a seat before hurried footsteps could be heard coming down the hall.

  “Ryder?”

  Ryder rose as Pepper, Molly, Cato, and Racy burst on the scene. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re here!” She hugged them all. “How did you find out?”

  “Olivia called the house and Tennessee called me,” Molly spoke up. “They’ll be here soon.”

  Ryder nodded. “Olivia is Dad’s nurse.” She explained to Samson and Gideon.

  Cato, ever Cato, walked up to the Dukes. “So, I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. I’m Cato McCoy, Heath’s wife. I believe we’re business partners.”

  Samson took Cato’s hand. “We are so glad to meet you, Mrs. McCoy. I’m Samson and this is my brother, Gideon.”

  “How do you do.” Gideon took her hand, also.

  “I’ve heard a lot about you,” Cato continued and Ryder wanted to crawl under something.
Her brothers didn’t know about her infatuation with these two men, but the females in her family hadn’t missed a thing.

  “I’m sorry, my manners are lacking.” In order to quell her chatty sister-in-law, Ryder took the opportunity to introduce Molly and Racy to them also.

  “The doctor’s here,” Pepper announced and they all stopped talking to meet the man who’d been caring for their father. “How is he?” She’d no more than voiced the question before the doorway was filled to overflowing by the male members of their family, all looking worried to death.

  Ten and Heath gravitated to their wives, but not before Heath had zeroed in on the Dukes. Instead of asking a question, he pinned Ryder with a stare so sharp she felt like a bug about to be preserved in an entomologist’s collection.

  “Your father did not have another stroke or a heart attack.”

  The doctor’s announcement took them all by surprise and they all began talking at once. He held up his hands for silence. “Your father is stable. We’re doing some tests to ascertain the cause of this attack and to see if there is any damage to his heart. So, I suggest you all just try to relax.” The doctor looked around the rowdy room as if he felt like that request might not be an easy one to fulfill. “You can begin to go in and see him, but just one at a time.”

  As the doctor finished speaking, Olivia joined them and Heath went right to her to find out the details of their father’s collapse.

  “Are you okay?” Samson leaned in to whisper in Ryder’s ear. “This is good news, is it not?”

  “Yes, I’m breathing a little easier,” Ryder said, nodding. “I want to see him, though.” Waiting her turn proved to be hard. They let Heath go first, he insisted, and none of them would buck him.

  Olivia came to sit by Ryder. “I was in the shower when I heard him fall. When I found him, he was gasping for breath.” She began to cry. “He scared me to death. I was so afraid he was having another stroke.”

  Ryder embraced the older woman. “I know. I’m so sorry you had to go through that alone.”