She took a bite of the chicken. It was cooked perfectly and so good it nearly melted in her mouth.
Ryder sat down and watched as she ate before starting his own.
“This is so good,” she said. She shoved another bite in.
He grinned. She loved that it made him that happy. It was nice having someone care about her and how she felt.
They ate in comfortable silence for some time, enjoying the good food and the swirling sounds of the storm.
“Do you think your brother will be all right?” she said.
He hadn’t mentioned Cage but knew that his being shot had to be weighing on Ryder’s mind.
Ryder scrubbed a hand down his face and stared out the window. It was clear that the stress from everything was starting to get to him.
“Charlie didn’t give much in the way of details,” he said and picked up his plate. She followed with her own as they cleared off the table.
“Do you think it means something that he didn’t say much?” Irene asked.
Ryder placed the plates in the sink and started some hot soapy water. “I don’t really know what to make of it. Cage can be so careless sometimes, even when he’s trying to do the best thing.” He shook his head. “I just don’t know. I’m sure he’ll be fine. It’s all a matter of what degree of fine he is at the moment.”
Irene nodded. Charlie not saying much about Cage’s condition could mean a lot of different things, and she just hoped that he hadn’t been seriously hurt while trying to save them.
“There’s not a lot we can do,” Ryder said and stared at her. “It’s partly why I didn’t press Charlie. My family will look out for Cage and Victoria. We’ll help Cage once we’re off this mountain. We just need to concentrate on us for now.”
Irene looked out the window over the sink. A thick blanket of snow already coated the ground. More fell from the sky every second.
“I wonder if we’ll even be able to get out of here,” she said.
“Sounds like heaven to me,” Ryder said.
Irene turned to glare at him and found him grinning at her. She shook her head and chuckled.
“Maybe any other time,” she said and shuddered when she looked back out. “But he’s still out there.”
Ryder wrapped his arm around her and pulled her tightly against him.
“Look out there,” he said. “I doubt he’s even still hanging around. If he had any sense, he would have just headed back. Hell, he might have and thought we’d done the same. We’re not even the target.”
“That man is insane,” she said. She looked down. “Do you think he’s really given up, or he’s just added an obsession?”
Ryder frowned but didn’t answer.
Irene shook her head. “I don’t think so. Someone like him doesn’t give up unless he’s forced to.” She pulled back from his arms to look at him. It was important he understood. “I met Jess after her relationship with Kert or Wolf or whatever you want to call him.”
She closed her eyes as she remembered the small teen, covered with bruises and warped by the corrupted world around her. Jess had been a fighter, but Kert had nearly taken it out of her.
“She was only fifteen when they got together, and he was much older,” she said. “But in the end, that was the least of his crimes.”
Ryder frowned and leaned his hip against the side of the sink.
Irene slipped in beside him and started washing.
“He was rough with her.” Irene glanced up at him. “Rough during sex.”
“Son of a bitch,” Ryder growled.
“Ando was in prison at the time, so Kert was pretty much in charge.” She set the dishes on the other side of the sink. When Ryder started to rinse them, she was a little surprised.
“We knew that Kert had taken over at some point, and there was some bad blood between them, but it was never totally clear,” he said.
“Ando must have had something pretty good on him,” she said. “Because one day Kert was there and the next he was gone. Thank God.”
No one seemed to know, as far as Irene knew. Jess tried to find out several times, but, in the end, it had been a good thing, and she didn’t tend to question it too much.
Irene finished up and drained the water.
The window rattled from the force of the winds. She was glad they were inside.
“I think I’m going to take a shower now,” she said. Staring at the cold outside made her ache for the warmth of a shower.
Ryder went over to his bag and pulled out a t-shirt.
“It’s not much, but it’s clean,” he said.
Irene couldn’t help the smile that came. Maybe she’d be able to hand wash her clothes a bit. The dirt and grime from the last few days coated her clothes, making them stiff.
She took the shirt and walked down the cold hall. The further she was from the fire, the more the cold settled over her.
The door to the bathroom was open, and she was glad she didn’t need to open the other door. Even though they had been told they could stay there, it still felt odd going through something as personal as a bedroom.
She walked into the bathroom and started up the shower. As steam filled the room, she looked over in the mirror. Her hair wasn’t nearly the mess she expected, but there were a number of knots. It was going to be hard working through.
The double layer of socks came off first, and she was glad to see that her toes had fared better than expected. The top layer of pants were a loss, but the second just needed a good wash. She set them aside and tossed the others in the trash. When she pulled off her top-layer shirt, Irene grimaced. It was beyond destroyed. She couldn’t even believe she’d just had a nice dinner in such a bad shirt. The shirt under wasn’t as bad but was still in bad shape. She tossed off her bra and panties in the wash pile. There weren’t many options as far as that went.
She stepped into the spray and sighed. It didn’t take away the stress from the last few days, but it did make things slightly better.
Irene jumped when the curtain opened. Her heart raced for a moment until she realized it was Ryder stepping in with her.
She blinked several times at the very naked man in the shower with her.
“But you took a shower.”
Ryder shrugged. “So I need two. I’m really dirty.” He grinned. “I need someone to clean me.”
Her nipples pebbled as he stared at her hungrily, and she turned away from his intense stare. Sometimes he was too much for her to take in.
She gasped when he stepped forward. His thick erection brushed her lower back. His warm fingers wrapped around her arms and massaged the tender muscles there. Irene leaned back against him. The slick heat from the water set her at ease.
“Relax,” he said in her ear. “We don’t have to do anything. I just wanted to be near you.”
She nodded against his chest and stopped thinking about things. Things with Ryder would happen as they did, and there was little she wanted to do to stop it. She’d been running away from a relationship for too long. She’d let Todd take her happiness for far too long. Now, she had a real man who wanted her and respected her.
His hands ran freely down her arms, brushing the backs of her hands, and then back up the side of her body. She held her breath as he passed over the sides of her breasts, but he didn’t stop like she had expected. Instead his hands went to her hair. Already wet, she heard him squirt something onto her head. Musky sandalwood filled the air. A bit masculine for her taste, but she assumed the person living in the cabin was a man.
Irene laughed a little as he washed her hair.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
She turned to look at him. Soap coated his hands.
“I thought you didn’t want me being like you.”
He smiled back. She jumped when he playfully swatted her behind. His hand massaged the spot he had just smacked and dipped dangerously close to her aching center.
“Oh, you definitely are not like me,” he said.
Irene huffed in irritation.
“Let’s rinse your hair,” he said.
She leaned her head under the spray and let the bubbles float down her body.
“So beautiful,” he said and stepped closer.
When his cock pushed forward into her stomach, she thought about touching him, but initiating anything still intimidated her.
Ryder turned her around again and ran his hands through her hair. This time the conditioner wasn’t nearly as masculine. She was thankful for it either way. Getting out those knots was going to be hellish later.
She stepped back into the spray and turned to look at him again. Maybe if she returned the favor, she’d feel like she could explore his amazing body. Irene pulled some soap off the wall and lathered her hands well. Ryder watched carefully as she stepped forward.
She placed her soapy hands on his chest and nibbled her bottom lip. It still felt just as amazing as it did the day before. Her hands glided over the hard surface, and he jumped when her hands brushed his nipples. His body tensed, and she thought he might be angry until she looked down and found his hard cock starting to weep. Irene licked her lips. She had wanted to try it before, but he pulled her off too quickly.
Irene looked up and found him watching her with interest. If she wanted anything done, she was going to have to make the move. She slid down his body, licking and kissing the hardened muscles as she went.
She lowered herself onto her knees in front of him. Ryder gathered her hair in his hand and pulled it away from her face.
She licked the large head. The hand on her hair clenched, and she glanced up to him. His eyes burned into her as she opened her mouth to take him in. She slipped him in her mouth and ran her tongue over the crown. It was different than anything she’d ever done, but the face he made was such a turn on, she pushed on.
Irene reached up with her other hand and grabbed the base of him. He grunted his approval.
In and out, she bobbed over him. Each time, he slipped further and further into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him. When she reached the back of her throat, she paused and swallowed several times.
“Fuck,” he gritted out. She looked up and found his intense eyes fixed on her. “Play with yourself, baby.”
Irene moved on him again as she slid her hands to her breasts. Her nipples ached to be touched and when she pinched them, she moaned loudly.
“Put your fingers in your pussy,” he hissed. “Show me what you did before me.”
Her hand slid down her body, and she spread her legs to gain better access.
When her finger touched her clit, she jumped at the contact.
“That’s it, baby,” he urged.
She watched the muscles in his stomach shift as he started to move with her in and out of her mouth.
Her fingers plunged into her dripping heat, and she groaned.
“Shit,” he hissed.
As he picked up the pace, Irene fucked herself in time with him, pushing further and further, frustrated that she couldn’t create the same feeling he did the night before.
“I’m so close,” he whispered.
She was surprised when he tried to pull her head back and forced him to let go.
“Irene,” he called in warning. “I’m going to cum.”
She looked up.
He shook his head. His face turned a little red, and she could see the veins in his neck as he strained to hold himself back.
In one hard push, Irene pushed her face all the way to the base. It was more than she’d ever had, and she could feel it go down the back of her throat.
Ryder shouted as he spurted hot jets of cum into her mouth. She swallowed, pumping him for the last bits.
He groaned.
Irene pulled back and stared up at him. Watching him cum was the most amazing thing she’d seen.
He pulled her up to her feet and stared at her deeply.
“Sometimes I just don’t know what to think of you,” he said.
Irene frowned. “I hope that’s a good thing.”
He laughed and nodded. “Most definitely.” He leaned forward for a tender kiss and shut off the shower. “Now, it’s your turn.”
Chapter Twelve
He watched her labored breathing as he pulled her out of the shower and dried them off. Oversensitized, she jumped every time he even got close to her nipples. When she went for the t-shirt, Ryder grabbed it from her hand and tossed it over his shoulder.
“But shouldn’t I put it on?” she protested.
Ryder grinned at her shy nature despite the fact that not five minutes ago she had been swallowing his cock. It made him hard just thinking of the way her mouth worked over him.
“You won’t need it,” he said and stepped forward.
He tossed her over his shoulder, her beautiful ass right next to his face. He placed a hand over her center and grinned at how wet she was. Irene stopped struggling as he fondled her.
Not able to wait any longer, he opened the door and carried her through. As they walked through the hall, he let his hand slip back and forth over her swollen opening.
She moaned loudly, and he knew how close she was.
They came back into the living room, and he pulled her upright. She slid down his body until her feet hit the floor. Unlike in the bathroom, this time when his dick pushed into her, she reached out and stroked it with no hesitation.
Ryder pulled back after a few strokes and grinned when she started to pout.
“I’ve got something else for you,” he said.
He could see the sweet blush climbing back up her face as she tried to figure out what he was going to do to her.
Earlier he had laid out blankets on the floor in front of the crackling fire. The room was warm, and come hell or high water, he was going to make love to his woman the way she deserved.
“Lie down,” he said.
She frowned at his forceful words, but he loved that she listened. Lord knew it was about the only time he could get her to.
Her arms rested on top of her body. He hated that she’d think of herself as anything short of amazing. Ryder lowered himself over her and loved the feel of her soft body against his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He leaned down and pulled her in for a hungry kiss. She nibbled his bottom lip. It set him on fire. He moved his mouth away and moved it down to her neck, licking and nibbling as he went.
Irene bucked her hips and slid her wet pussy against his cock, getting closer and closer to slipping the head inside.
Ryder shook his head and pulled away.
“Not yet,” he said.
She opened her mouth to protest but closed it when his hand replaced his cock. He rubbed her clit, sliding just over the opening never giving her exactly what she wanted.
“Ryder,” she moaned.
He grinned at her as he pulled away. Irene readied herself for him. She wondered if it was always going to be so tight at the beginning.
She gasped when she felt his hot breath on her open lips. His mouth covered her, and she bucked wildly at the sensation. Ryder pressed hard on her hips to hold her down, and when she stilled, he went back to his forceful licks.
His thumb made its way back to her clit, and she was amazed at the feel of his mouth there. He moved his tongue over her. She burned for him to bury himself deep inside her.
She jumped when he placed his hands under her ass and lifted her up. He wasn’t going to be able to keep her down if he was doing that.
Irene stared down her body and watched him. His eyes connected with her own as he centered himself over her pussy. She felt her breathing become shallower. Her heart thundered in her chest.
Ryder leaned forward and shoved his tongue deep inside her. Irene bowed back and soaked in the crashing waves of the orgasm that rolled over her. The whole time, Ryder lapped at her center and brushed his teeth against her clit.
As she came back do
wn, she vaguely registered that he had sat up.
She yelped when he rolled her over. Her ass high in the air, Ryder closed in on her again with his mouth. This time she was still on a slow build with her orgasm. He reached forward and cupped her swinging breasts. It only seemed to press her pussy harder against his face. When he moaned, she nearly came from the vibrations.
“Ryder,” she said. Despite the fact that he had her, she could feel the panic in her voice.
He pulled his mouth off of her. His cock returned and pressed against her pulsating hole.
“Fuck me,” she cried.
He slowly slid into her.
This time, she wasn’t near as tight, and as he moved deeper into her, she found herself wanting more. He pressed so deep that Irene felt him hit the very end of her passage. When he moved again, she could feel herself contract around him.
“That’s it, baby,” he said, his voice husky and strained. It only spurred her on further.
Irene pushed back against him and reached down to rub her clit. Her fingers brushed his balls, and she gasped when he slammed into her.
“Fuck, Irene,” he growled. “You can’t do that. I can’t hold back.”
She rubbed her clit a few more times and reached through to massage his balls again.
Ryder slapped his hips against her hard as she ground into him when he held himself still. His fingers gripped her hips with such strength she felt herself being lifted up as he moved faster into her.
She could feel him getting closer and closer. Irene rubbed her clit hard with her thumb and slipped her fingers between them. The pressure and feel of him fucking her was enough to send her over the edge. She came hard, pushing against him with everything she had.
He shuddered as his cock twitched inside her, and he came.
Ryder collapsed on top of her, boneless and tired.
They stayed like that for some time before Ryder moved. She yelped when he rolled onto his back and took her with him.
Irene sat on him, her back to his front. She turned to look at him.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Ryder pulled her back and surged up into her. She sucked in a breath, pleasure spreading from her center.
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