by L. P. Dover
“Seriously,” I scolded with a smirk, “I can do it myself.”
“Just humor me and get on, angel. Do I need to just give you the truth and tell you that I want you to hold onto me?”
“Is it … the truth?”
“Yes, now come on. I told you before I don’t like liars, and that includes myself. Get your ass behind me.”
He held out his hand, waiting on me to join him. Parking my four wheeler, I put my helmet back on and got behind him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and squeezed, giggling a little.
“Is this better?” I asked humorously.
“Much! Now hold on tight.”
He took off fast and headed straight for the trail on the other side of the lake, which happened to go up a steep incline. To be honest, I didn’t know if I would make it up the whole way on my own or not. Thankfully, he got us up with ease and kept going on the trail until we couldn’t go any further; the trail had narrowed.
“Come on, angel, we’re going for a hike,” he said, turning off the ignition.
I slid off the four wheeler and took off my helmet while he did the same, smiling slyly at me. Gabriella must’ve told him everything. I couldn’t blame the guy for trying, though; it was more than what his brother did, even if it was just for the weekend.
“Please tell me Gabriella didn’t tell you every single thing about me,” I inquired nervously.
Ryley chuckled and took my hand. “Not exactly, but just so you know, I like to hike, too. I’m the one who made these trails out here.”
“Who owns this land?” I asked. “It has to be over a hundred acres.”
“This land has been in my family for years, but I bought about thirty acres of it from my grandparents. They would’ve given it to me if I asked, but I didn’t want to just take it.”
“Does Camden ever come up here?”
He released a short, sarcastic burst of laughter. “My brother could care less about this land. He prefers the city life, the beach, and all that comes with it. Other than women, we don’t share any of the same tastes.”
“How does that work?” I asked, climbing up one of the boulders. The muddy trail turned into giant rocks leading up to the top of the mountain, so I started to climb with Ryley behind me.
“How does what work?”
I glanced back at him over my shoulder. “You know … with your brother. How does it work when you both have sex with the same girl at the same time?”
“Ashleigh, come on, you don’t really want to know the answer to that, do you?”
“Hey, I’m curious, what can I say? I was going to consider it at one point, and since I’m not going to ever know I want to hear about it.”
Sighing, he said, “First, let’s get to the top and I’ll tell you all about it.”
There were only a couple of rocks left to climb, and when I finally made it to the top I gasped in awe. We were on one of the smaller mountains, more like a hill compared to those around us, but it still had an amazingly breathtaking view.
Taking my hand, Ryley led me to a dip in one of the boulders that was wide enough for us both to sit in. “Are you sure you want to know all of this?” he asked. “It’s not exactly a conversation I’d think a woman would want to hear on a date.”
“Ryley, I’m an exception to that rule. You and I aren’t exclusive and we’re not trying to be. Now if I was someone you actually cared about, I could see where there would be a problem.”
“How do you know I don’t care about you in that way?”
“Because it’s you we’re talking about, Ryley. You can have anyone you desire, and the last thing you’re going to want is to get involved with me. Women follow you around everywhere, and as much as I think you’re a great guy, I don’t think I could handle it.”
“Do you not think I’m capable of treating you well? To stay faithful?” he asked.
I burst out laughing, but my smile quickly faded when I looked over at him and saw his serious blue gaze. “You’re kidding, right?” When he shook his head, I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, Ryley. From what I know about you and your past with women, I’d have to say trust would be a main issue. You can’t have a relationship without it.”
“So you don’t trust me.” It came out more as a statement than a question.
Regretfully, I blew out a sigh and said, “No, I don’t … at least, not with my heart.”
Jaw tensing, he turned his head away from me. “Ouch, angel, that hurt.”
Lifting my hand to his face, I took his chin and turned him back toward me so he could see the honesty in my gaze. “Things can change, Ryley. I have no doubt that you’ll find someone who’ll trust you.”
“I don’t know if I deserve any of that,” he admitted regretfully. “I’ve done too much bad shit and fucked with too many people in this world to get anything good out of it.”
He sounded so serious it broke my heart. “That’s not true. Look at what you’ve done for Megan by teaching her self-defense. She could’ve been raped or beaten to death by her ex if it wasn’t for you. You’re on your way, Ryley. Not to mention you’re doing a pretty damn good job at working me over tonight.”
“How so?” he asked, moving closer and putting his hand on my knee.
“You’re showing me a side of you I never thought you had. I kind of like it.”
A small smile splayed across his face and he moved even closer, his lips only a breath away. “And I have to admit, I really like this part of you, too. I’ve never met anyone that I could actually be myself around.”
“It’s a good feeling,” I murmured breathlessly, waiting on the kiss I knew was inevitable.
Gently, he brought his hands up to my face and stared at me with those crystal blue eyes of his before touching his lips to mine. “Yes, it is a good feeling,” he murmured, slightly pulling away, “and I’m afraid to let it go for fear that I won’t find it again.”
“You don’t have to, Ryley. This weekend I’m yours and I’m not going anywhere. You yourself said that you live in the now. Well, for the first time in my life I’ll do the same. In this moment, you belong to me and I belong to you. It’s only us … even if it is for one night.”
No one else exists …
He kissed me again.
ON THE WAY back to the cabin, Ryley didn’t stop when we passed my parked four wheeler. Instead, he kept going, rubbing his hand up and down my leg and pulling me in tighter to his body when it started to rain. Shaking my head, I smiled and held on while he raced us through the muddy trails and back to his cabin.
Thankfully, we made it to his place before we got stuck in the mud and had to hike our way back. “Just in time,” Ryley chuckled, taking off his helmet. We rushed up to the front door and underneath the porch to get out of the chilly, pouring rain. Dripping wet, I looked down at my muddy clothes and over at Ryley’s.
“You know we’ll make a mess if we walk through your cabin like this,” I warned him.
He looked me over with a smirk on his face. “You’re right, but I think I know of a way to remedy that.”
Biting his lip, he lifted his shirt and threw it on the ground, along with slipping off his shoes. I knew there wasn’t anyone around, so I slid my shirt over my head and did the same. Ryley then lowered his shorts and boxers, staring at me with heated eyes, waiting to see if I’d reciprocate.
Our kiss at the top of the mountain was only the beginning, and I knew once we got back it would lead to more. My heart pounded and my clit tightened in anticipation, ready to feel what it would be like to be the object of a fighter’s desire.
His cock got harder each second he stood there watching me, and even more so when I removed the rest of my clothing. “Now what do you want to do?” I murmured heatedly.
He grinned and pulled me into his arms, his body warm and slick beneath my touch. “I think you know what I want to do, angel. I want to feel your body beneath me, trembling as I fuck you, making you come over and over.” Trai
ling his fingers down over my breasts, he stopped when he reached the spot between my legs and cupped me gently, circling a finger over my clit. “I want to touch you, and taste every inch of your body until you scream my out name, begging me to stop … but, angel, I’m not going to stop. When you go back to your life, I’m going to make sure you feel that ache between your legs and know it was me who thoroughly fucked you. Not my brother, not anyone else … me.”
Wrapping my hands around his cock, I began to massage him. Instantly, he bit his lip and closed his eyes, sighing. “Good,” I said. “Then you can start right now.”
Ryley groaned deep in his chest and lifted me in his arms, carrying me to the back of the house. “Have you ever had sex in the rain?”
Kissing his neck, I bit the flesh behind his ear and shook my head. “No, but there’s always a first time for everything. However, I’m a little concerned about getting splinters in my ass from the wood.”
Chuckling, he set me down. “Leave it to me. I’ll be right back.”
When he left to go inside, I stood out in the rain and let it pour down on me. It was cold as it beat down on my heated skin, but it felt amazing. After about two minutes, Ryley came back with a sleeping bag and set it down on the patio.
“It’s waterproof and guaranteed to help protect you from splinters,” he teased.
Taking my hand, he pulled me to him and lowered us down to the ground. The sleeping bag was cold against my back, but Ryley’s warmth immediately made everything burn. His lips instantly found mine, along with his tongue as he tasted and explored every inch of my mouth. I moaned and closed my eyes, but Ryley’s low growl made me reopen them.
“Don’t close your eyes, angel. I have to know that you’re seeing me when I fuck you.”
His hungered blue gaze penetrated me deeper than anything I’d ever felt before. It was intense to the point it was almost scary. There was passion in those eyes, lust, angst, and above all … desire. I felt it in his touches, in his kisses, and I reveled in it.
“Okay,” I murmured breathlessly. “I’ll keep them open.”
Satisfied with my answer, he lowered his head, kissing his way down my neck until he got to my breasts. The moment his lips closed over a taut, sensitive nipple, I immediately cried out in ecstasy, yearning for more.
“You taste so fucking good,” he moaned, sucking me as hard as he could.
I knew I would have marks from his lips and teeth, but it didn’t matter; it felt too good to care. He then trailed his hands down my stomach, making me shiver, before cupping me in his palm and slipping a finger inside of me. When I arched my back, he chuckled and pushed in another finger.
“Does it feel good? I can feel you tightening all around me.”
“It’s because I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” I breathed as he picked up his pace.
“Then let go for me, angel.”
Almost instantly, my insides lit up like fire and I trembled as my release hit me hard and swift. It was difficult to keep my eyes open when my whole body shook with uncontrollable desire, but Ryley wanted me to so I did. His heated gaze made it so much more enjoyable, and mixed with the rain falling down his smooth, tanned skin it was erotic. I wanted more and Ryley knew it.
Spreading my legs with his knee, he positioned and stopped so he could pull back the edge of the sleeping bag. “What are you doing?”
“I’m honoring your wishes,” he murmured, opening the packet and sliding a condom down his thick length. “As much as I’d like to know what it felt like to feel you without one, I know it’s not what you want.”
“Thank you,” I replied softly. I hated the feel of condoms, but I knew it was a must … especially with his past.
Slowly, he lowered himself on to me and cupped my face with his hands, gazing down at me as he placed his lips on mine. He teased me by circling his hips, grazing his cock along my opening and entering me with just the tip. I moaned, wanting more, and he immediately complied, going deeper and deeper until he was fully inside of me.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, he held me tight with one arm behind my head while the other he used to freely roam down my body, squeezing my breast and rolling my nipple between his fingers. He groaned and thrust harder, this time replacing his fingers with his lips and sucking greedily.
“I just want to fuck you all night, angel. You feel so damn good wrapped around my cock … so wet.”
He caressed his hand down my thigh and gripped it firmly, lifting my leg higher on his waist so he could go deeper. The pleasure and pain of him pushing in further made me scream, but it was muffled by his lips silencing me. I bit him in return, making him growl, and sucked his bottom lip hard while he penetrated me with wild and passionate thrusts.
“I know you’re close, baby. I want to feel it,” he demanded.
Tightening around him, I let my orgasm build and rocked my hips along with his, knowing my release was just on the surface. By the sound of the deep groan in his chest and the feeling of his cock pulsating and throbbing inside of me, I knew he was close. I wanted to hold off a little while longer to enjoy the torture, the way it felt as the orgasm built … but I couldn’t.
“Ryley,” I rasped, “fuck me harder.”
Doing as I asked, he pushed harder. I immediately gave in to my release, screaming out my pleasure. It was even better when Ryley took my nipple in his mouth and bit down while he finished inside of me.
Trembling from the aftershocks of his release, Ryley lifted up on his elbows and smiled, his body shielding me from the rain. “Now that was fucking hot.”
“Yes it was,” I agreed.
Carefully, he slid out of me and helped me to my feet, keeping an arm around my waist as we rushed inside out of the rain. There was a thick, wool blanket draped across the brown leather couch so he pulled it off and wrapped it around my body while I stood there shivering. Now that his warmth wasn’t surrounding me, I was freezing.
“Do you want to take a hot shower and warm up while I get dinner started? I know you have to be hungry.”
I chuckled. “I’m starved, actually, but how do you have food here if you haven’t been here in months.”
Playfully, he bent down and kissed me before pushing me toward the stairs. “My grandmother takes care of my house while I’m away,” he answered warmly. “When I told her I was coming up here, she went to the store for me.”
“Well, she sounds like a wonderful lady. My grandmother is the same way. I can’t wait to visit her at Christmas.”
Smiling, he smacked me on the ass and pointed up the stairs. “It’s going to be Christmas before we eat dinner if I don’t get the grill started.”
“Okay, I’m going,” I said, rushing up the stairs. “I’ll be down in a few. Don’t you want to put some clothes on?”
He winked when I looked down at him. “Nope, I don’t see the point since I’m about to go back into the rain. Surely you’re not going to have complaints, are you?”
“No, not at all,” I chimed. “I’ve never had a hot, naked guy cook me dinner.”
“Well, there you go … another memory that’ll remind you of me.”
I was going to have tons of memories of this weekend … some bad, but most of them good. I had to admit, the day was working out perfectly and it wasn’t even over yet. There was still a whole night left.
RYLEY HELD UP his end of the bargain and cooked dinner completely naked. I chose to get dressed in a little pink cami and jeans, but I was starting to think it wasn’t a good idea. Sitting there watching Ryley move around the kitchen with his cock hard and ready between his legs wasn’t an easy task.
“Are you sure you can’t take a break?” I asked.
He chuckled and pulled the parmesan crusted rolls out of the oven. “Sorry, angel, but reheated salmon isn’t going to taste very good. Besides, didn’t you say just an hour ago that you were starved?”
My stomach growled in reply.
“And that’s what I thought,” he
remarked slyly.
Ryley fixed me a plate, setting it and a glass of wine down on the table in front of me. Not only did it smell heavenly, it was also my favorite meal: grilled salmon, a black bean cake, and fried zucchini. “So … can you basically cook anything someone asks you for?” I asked.
After wrapping a towel around his waist, he brought over a plate of food and sat down. “Yeah, pretty much. It’s not hard to find recipes and just do it.”
“I wish I was like that.” I could cook, but I typically stuck to the simple things, like baked chicken. “Well, since you know my favorite meal, what’s yours?”
He took a bite of salmon and pursed his lips, thinking. “Hmm … it’s not that hard to please me when it comes to food, but I think I’d have to say a filet mignon cooked rare and a loaded baked potato.”
“That sounds pretty good to me.”
Sitting across from him reminded me of being with Camden; when I’d tried to talk to him, and he told me he had no interest in getting to know me. Ryley noticed me staring and lifted his brows, a smirk on his face.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked.
“Sorry,” I replied quickly, taking a bite of my food. “I was just thinking about last night when I tried to talk to your brother. He got really agitated with me when I asked him questions. I guess I thought you were probably going to be the same way.”
“What did you try to talk to him about?”
I shrugged. “I started off with asking him what he liked to do for fun, and all he said was surfing.”
“Surfing was what he and my dad did together when he was still alive. He doesn’t do it as much now. What else did you ask him?”
“I asked him how he got into fighting, and that’s when he kind of lost it with me.”
Sighing, Ryley closed his eyes and took a deep breath before looking at me with a weary gaze. “There’s a reason for that, angel. My father was our coach, and the one who got us into fighting. Camden took it really hard when he was killed. Our mother was devastated, and instead of dealing with the loss, Camden kind of retreated into himself for a while. It took me kicking his ass a few times for him to start opening up.”