I know what it feels like to have his fingers and tongue inside me, but that isn’t enough anymore. I’m craving so much more. There’s a little voice in my conscience telling me I can’t break the rule that I made—the other woman—while watching my parents’ marriage fall apart. I’m the one who had to deal with the fallout from my father and I’d never wish that on anyone. He punished me for my mother’s actions. Totally not fair, but nothing in life is. At least where I’m concerned.
“Hey, babe. Where’d you go?” Ryder asks, frowning down at me, under him on the bed.
Of all the times to start thinking.
“I’m sorry . . . I was thinking about,” I bite my lower lip and see his eyes flare with a strange mixture of concern and desire, “I was thinking about being the other woman.”
His frown deepens seconds before he starts to move from on top of me. I reach up and hold him in place.
“We can play . . . Please, Ryder. I want to stroke you . . . touch you . . . I need to taste you, and watch you come.”
“Ugh. I’m trying to do the right thing for you, Dahlia.” He drops his forehead against mine. “I want you.” He laughs as he presses his impressive erection against my thighs. “It’s kind of obvious.” His face becomes serious and his brows mar with worry. “I’m afraid of doing something to push you away, or that I’ll lose control and end up shoving my dick inside you . . . Fuck!”
I smile, realizing I have the power to make the man above me—who’s holding on by a thread—lose himself completely.
“I trust you, Ryder. Only you . . . Now, let’s get naked. It turns me on something wicked when I touch your dick. I love how you leak when I’m touching you.”
I smile sweetly, and watch as he pauses before jumping from the bed to quickly remove his clothes. He pulls the remainder of mine off, leaving us both naked.
Expecting him to join me back on the bed, I’m surprised when he stays standing at the foot of the bed, with his hand wrapped around his swollen cock.
Grabbing a pillow from above, I shove it under my head and watch him.
He’s long, hard and leaking. My breath quickens when he slowly strokes back and forth, causing more precum to leak out of the flared head. I glance up and meet the fire in his eyes.
Wanting to tease him, I spread my thighs and swallowing my embarrassment, I touch myself.
“Oh, God,” Ryder groans the minute my finger finds my clit. “I’m going to lose it if you move that hand any lower.”
“It’s so hot watching you with your hand on your dick.”
My embarrassment starts to fade with Ryder’s heightening arousal.
“Touch your balls.” I’m not sure who’s more surprised at my request—more like demand—him or me.
He pulls back on his cock and with his thumb and finger wrapped around the base, he uses his fingers to massage the twins at the root of him.
Without moving my eyes from what he’s doing, I use my other hand and start to roll and pinch a nipple.
Before I can even blink, my hands are knocked away and I have Ryder’s mouth sucking and lapping at my breast while he rubs the other with his fingers. His balls wedge between my legs, and feeling him against me lights the fuse inside my core.
Groaning, I wrap my legs around his waist and grind against him. He suckles my breast with more enthusiasm and moves his hips back and forth, coating his dick with my arousal.
“Oh, God . . . Ryder . . . Don’t stop,” I pant as I fly apart.
Ryder slows his rocking hips, and lets me catch my breath.
As I meet his gaze, I catch the wince he tries to hide.
“What’s wrong?”
“Blue balls,” he groans.
Straddling me, he pulls me further up the bed before flopping down onto his back.
“I’m sorry,” he grinds out, “but I need . . . need to come this time . . .” He wraps his hand around his dick, again, but before he can start to jerk himself off, I copy his move and knock his hands away.
I straddle his stomach with my back to his face, and wrap my own hand around him, feeling him shudder when I do.
Smiling, I lean forward and lick around the leaking crown.
“Fuck.” He grabs my hips and knocks me off balance when he moves me.
“Move your legs. I want you straddling my face.”
“What?”
Chuckling, he replies, “You heard me . . . I wanna eat your pussy . . . Now, babe,” as he smacks me on the ass.
Not giving me any choice with his hands everywhere, I find myself in the position that he wanted and nearly face plant into his groin when I feel his mouth licking my pussy.
This is one of the positions I’ve imagined trying with the man of my dreams after reading it in a book once, and it’s every bit as hot as the pages it was written on.
Rubbing his sac, I trail my fingers up his straining erection before adding my mouth to the smooth head. He’s rock hard with a wide girth, but I still manage to suck deeply, and hear a muffled curse when I do.
He inserts his fingers into my channel, while lapping me up with his wicked tongue, causing a moan to burst from between my lips.
“Dahlia,” Ryder groans, quivering under me.
I smile around him.
Lifting up slightly, I rub my hardened nipples against his groin, and continue to suck him like a Popsicle. I ride his mouth as I chase my climax.
With my arms resting against his thighs, I massage his balls with one hand and stroke between his legs. He thrusts up, and his hot cum starts filling my mouth as I moan and thrash with my own release.
I know my sexual experience is limited, but what we’ve just done has to be the most tantalizing thing ever.
After I’ve made sure he’s free of his release, and unable to stay above him, I drop down and find myself eye level with the root of his shaft. Slipping my tongue between my lips, I tickle him with the tip, smiling when he shudders.
“Christ,” he groans. “That was so hot.” He arches up. “You need to stop that.”
I smirk, seeing for myself his reaction to having my tongue on him.
Lifting up, I kiss the crown of his rapidly rising erection and turn myself around before settling on his chest with his arms secure around me.
He kisses me on the forehead, caressing my bottom with his large hand.
He squeezes my cheek. “You have a wicked tongue . . . every time I remember being with you today, I’m going to have a boner.”
I smirk. “That good, huh?”
“What do you think?” He rubs his dick against my wet heat.
Chapter Nine
Ryder
Rubbing at my temples for the tenth time, I turn to face Dahlia sitting in the living room with her nose buried in her Kindle.
I’ve been trying to find the words to tell her I’m going to be away tomorrow. It’s time to let Brittany and her family know that I’ve started divorce proceedings. I’m afraid Dahlia won’t be too happy with me going to see my soon to be ex-wife, but there isn’t anything to be done about it. I don’t want to hurt Dahlia, but I can’t let the papers show up at Brittany’s house without warning. And that, I feel, has to be done in person.
“Okay.” Dahlia presses a button on her Kindle and lays it down in her lap. “You’re hovering—why?”
“You know me better than anyone.” With a heavy sigh, I move and sit on the coffee table so I can take her hands into mine.
“Now I’m worried.” Her hands tighten around mine.
“I mentioned before that I need to see Brittany about the divorce . . . I’m going to head over there tomorrow.” I kiss her hands and avoid looking at her face. I don’t want to be the one who gives her pain. “I didn’t know how to tell you that I’d planned on going tomorrow. It’s not the best situation—hell it’s the worst, but this visit is something I have to get out of the way. If I felt right doing this without paying her a visit then I would. That isn’t the way I work though.”
“Shush.”
Dahlia drops her Kindle to the floor and takes hold of my face. “I know you have to go and see her. I’m not worried.” She kisses my nose. “Don’t worry. You go and do what you have to do, and don’t worry about me.” She kisses my lips.
I lay my head in her lap, and let out a sigh of relief when her fingers slide through my cropped hair, making me wish my hair was longer. She calms me, and makes everything worthwhile.
“Are you worried she’ll create more problems for you? Is that why you’re so nervous about this visit?” She bends and kisses the top of my head.
Moving so I can look at her, I take her face in my hands and kiss her plum colored lips. Swiping my tongue over her bottom lip, she shivers, and softly moans.
What is it that every time we’re having a serious conversation we end up aroused?
I pull away with reluctance and offer her a wry smile. “Brittany’s very unpredictable, and has been since the stroke. She suffers badly with epilepsy since then as well. Sometimes I think its frustration. I mean, who wouldn’t be frustrated having life as they know it taken away from them in the way she has?”
Sighing, I admit, “Even though a huge part of me hates her for the lies she told, I can’t help feeling sorry for her. And while I’m being honest, I’ll also admit that it’s one of the reasons why I’ve never pushed for a divorce before. I’ve been living with so much guilt and anger that it never bothered me before. Until I met you, I didn’t realize what I’m missing because of my situation. You made me see that I’ve only been existing, and I want a life . . . with you.” I smile having admitted—in a roundabout way—my true feelings for her.
Dahlia has tears in her eyes and as she tries to blink them away, I lean forward and kiss each one in turn. Tracking an escaped tear down her cheek, I capture it on my tongue.
“The more time I spend with you,” she blushes, “the more I’m beginning to see the difference in our relationship compared to my mom’s. He was a married man, living with his wife and children. You haven’t lived with yours at all. I’m not really the other woman, the home wrecker . . . I’m not.” She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
Who is she trying to convince—me or her?
“Dahlia, I’ve never lived with her. We’ve never had a relationship of any kind and our marriage has only ever been in name only so I’d say it’s a hell of a lot different than your mom’s situation. I certainly have never looked at you as being the other woman because you’re my woman . . . and once I’m completely free, I’m going to show you just how much of my woman you are.” I grin. “You’re stuck with me until the end, babe.”
She smiles and climbs onto my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck so she can hold me close as we hug. I find I’m unable to keep my hands still and let them wander up and down her back; touching her ass to pull her closer, massaging her shoulders before moving my hands up into her hair. I run my nose along her neck, her jaw and press a tender kiss to her lips.
While trying to get the lustful thoughts out of my head, I realize I want to take her away for a few days. Somewhere, where there is only the two of us—away from here—away from everything that’s going on. Somewhere we can have a few normal days together as a couple.
With that thought, I ask, “Will you come away with me for a few days?”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “Seriously?” A smile starts to spread across her face.
“Yes,” I kiss her lips, grinning, “I’m serious. I want you to myself for a few days . . . so what do you say?”
She sits back in my arms with the smile still on her face, but it falters slightly as she begins chewing on her bottom lip.
I slide my finger along her lips and pull her lip free before rubbing the teeth marks away. Leaning in, I capture it between mine to soothe the tortured lip.
With her lip being sucked between mine, she starts to caress along my top lip with her tongue, causing my dick to throb.
“Yes,” she breathes into my mouth before sealing our mouths together.
Her taste goes straight into my blood, arousing me in ways I’ve never experienced before. She wiggles closer and starts rubbing against me.
I grip her hips and hold her still while the throb continues in my jeans.
With my mouth clamped shut, I breathe through my nose slowly, trying to calm myself before I end up ravishing her on the floor. I can’t even remember what we were talking about before I started thinking with the head below the belt.
“Can we go somewhere really snowy?” Dahlia asks, kissing along my jaw.
“Snowy?” I groan.
“Yeah.” She climbs from my lap, leaving my arms empty and my body horny as hell.
Now in the kitchen, she turns the kettle on before facing me with a smirk on her face. “After we’ve had coffee, we’re heading over for lunch with Mara and Donovan . . . remember?”
Crap, I’d forgotten.
Mara called last night, interrupting another round of us getting each other off, to invite us to their place for lunch today.
I know what I’d rather eat for lunch, and that isn’t something for on the table in public . . . a table in private, definitely.
Smirking, I reply, “I remember.”
Her eyes narrow. “What were you thinking about?”
“What I’d rather be eating for lunch.” I chuckle when she realizes what’s on my mind and her eyes widen before they narrow with desire. “There’s nothing better than what’s between those thighs of yours.”
She squirms. “You don’t only have a wicked tongue, but a wicked mouth.” Walking out of the kitchen, she heads toward our room. “I’m going to change. I don’t want to leave here with wet panties,” she throws over her shoulder.
With that, my brain can’t think of anything but wet panties. I grin. It’s hot as hell knowing that I’m responsible for the condition of her panties.
Standing, I rub my dick and groan before adjusting myself. What I need instead of going out is relief, which is stupid if I think about it. No sex for years, then from the first touch of Dahlia, I can’t get it out of my head and I’m constantly wearing a boner.
In the kitchen, I make the coffees, and tasting mine, wince. Dahlia has a thing about instant coffee, but I’ve no idea how she can drink it. I think I’m going to buy another coffee machine. The last one sadly died.
With another wince, I pass Dahlia her mug and look her over. She’s wearing a pair of pink-cropped jeans, and matched them with a white tee shirt with a pink glitter heart on the front. She looks girly.
Smiling, I wrap a lock of her loose, red hair around my finger. “You look gorgeous.”
She’s piled her long tresses on top of her head with a few loose strands around her face and it shows off the elegant shape of her neck. Not only is she gorgeous, she’s beautiful inside and out. I’m so lucky that she’s mine. I wouldn’t be able to survive her being with someone else.
Dahlia reaches up and smoothes her thumbs over my brows. “Stop frowning.”
I wasn’t aware I was.
“What time are they expecting us?” I change the subject.
Looking at the time on her cell, she replies, “In twenty minutes.”
“Oh . . . Not enough time for a quickie, then?” I grin.
She rolls her eyes.
Dahlia
Ryder is incorrigible, and up until a few days ago, I’d only really seen the serious side of him. Oh, we’d had a laugh and spent a bit of time together, but he’s never been as relaxed with me as he has been over these past couple of days.
Before, I used to see him as the sexy, tough, and the all too serious Marine. Now I see him as the man with a big heart who cares deeply for me. Not that I’ll ever tell him, but he’s a big softy and someone I want to cuddle close to and never move away from.
Sitting beside him as he puts his truck into park outside of Donovan’s house, I’m suddenly suffering from an attack of nerves. This is the first time we’ve been anywhere as a couple, so I guess it’s pretty signif
icant. I can’t help wondering if Ryder realizes this.
Before I can ask him, he’s out of the truck and running around to open the door for me. Taking my hand, he helps me out and entwines our fingers together.
Keeping my hand in his, and me close to him, we walk to the back porch of Donovan’s home. The view across the lake from here is tremendous, one I could easily wake up to every morning. Although the view I’ve been waking up to is the best ever, and I hope it doesn’t change anytime soon because I’m getting used to having Ryder in my bed.
When we head out for a few days, I’m going to take our relationship up a level. I haven’t told him yet, and I don’t plan on doing so. He’ll discover soon enough when I have my way with him.
“Hey.” Hearing Donovan’s voice, my head jerks away from Ryder as I feel a slight blush starting to coat my cheeks.
Ryder smirks but gives Donovan his attention after squeezing my hand in reassurance. “We eating out here?” he asks an obvious question, considering there are four place settings already on the table.
“We are.” Donovan glances at me. “Mara’s inside sorting the dessert out. I’m under strict orders to send you inside as soon as you arrive.” He grins and looks at Ryder. “And we have to stay out here with a beer, which I’ve left inside, so give me a minute.”
He runs back inside.
Ryder quickly kisses me on my lips, and whispers against them, “Go and chat with your sister, and no comparing sizes,” he smirks.
I hit him on the arm and leave him chuckling behind me, as Donovan grins at our antics on his way back out with two beers in hand.
Shaking my head, I continue inside the house to see what Mara is up to. She’s my half-sister along with her other five siblings, Reece being one of them.
I find Mara in the kitchen cursing worse than I’ve ever heard Ryder, and that’s saying something.
“That’s quite a vocabulary you have there,” I comment, chuckling.
Mara turns around, clutching a spatula to her chest. “You scared the crap out of me.”
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