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  “Do you think a baker always loves his cookies?”

  “Probably.”

  I laughed and walked over to the painting above the mantle. It was a western scene complete with cowboys and horses. “Probably not the best comparison. I mean, who doesn’t like cookies?”

  He poured the wine and carried it to me. “My mother, Gordy’s sister, painted that.”

  “It’s beautiful.” I took the glass. Heat radiated from his hard body. As I sipped the wine, I realized I had no real taste for it. I only wanted one thing. He watched my mouth as I licked a drop of wine from my lip. He took the glass from my hand just as he’d handed it to me seconds before. He put the wine on the mantle and then pressed his palm against the side of my face as he lowered his mouth to mine.

  It only took one short, deep kiss before our self-control cracked. My hands went around his neck, and his hands grasped my ass, lifting me so that my legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth continued to devour mine as he carried me down the dark hall to a bedroom.

  He lowered me onto the bed, but I held him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Having him was all that mattered. He fumbled into the nightstand drawer for a condom without taking his attention away from me. He sat up and straddled me as he slid on the condom, never taking his eyes off of me. I reached forward and stroked his balls. A deep groan rolled up from his chest. I caressed the heavy sack for a few seconds longer and then he took both my wrists in one hand and stretched my hands up above my head, pressing them hard against the pillow. He rolled off to one side and gazed hungrily at my body as he held my hands captive.

  “God, you’re a fucking prize, Emerie. Like winning the fucking lottery.” He leaned over, and my nipple tightened as his mouth covered my breast. His free hand floated lightly over the skin of my belly, producing a delicious shiver through my body. His fingers reached my pussy, and he drew his finger along the wet folds down to my clit.

  My legs fell open, inviting him to go deeper, begging him to go deeper. He heard my silent plea. My back arched off the bed as he plunged his fingers inside of me. His tongue traced circles around my nipple as he teased my pussy to a point where it pulsed with need.

  “Ryker, please,” the words shuddered out. “Please fuck me.”

  But he continued sliding his thick, rough finger through the cream, in and out of my swollen pussy. He released my wrists but with a silent admonishment to keep them above my head. “I want to see more of my winnings,” he said.

  He pushed my thighs farther apart, exposing my red, throbbing pussy to his view. His fingers reached down and he splayed the cream covered folds of my pussy apart. The cool air of the room fluttered over my clit.

  “Holy shit, Ryker, end the agony already and fuck me.”

  A wicked grin crossed his face as his hands slid beneath my ass. One long finger impaled my ass as he lifted my pussy higher. My legs were wide open as he lowered his face to me. The desire, the need to be satisfied was nearly overwhelming. “Please, Ryker,” I begged.

  His teeth lightly grazed my clit, and I shuddered in response. Then his tongue slid inside of me as his hands lifted me hard against his hungry mouth. His finger ground into me from behind, going deeper into my anus as his tongue found the spot inside my pussy that made me cry out in pleasure.

  “God you taste sweet like fucking candy,” he groaned against the wet folds.

  Moisture dripped between my legs now. There was only one thing I wanted. Disobeying his orders to keep my hands above my head, I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him tighter against me, my pussy swollen and throbbing for climax. His skilled mouth and hands brought me to the edge where just one more stroke would push me over. Then he lifted his face away, and I moaned in disappointment. “God no don’t stop.” I was close to sobbing. “Don’t fucking stop.”

  “Stop?” he said. “We’ve just begun.” He rose up over me and stared down at my face as he dropped his hips down between my legs. “Beg again, baby. It makes my fucking cock ache, like it’s been aching for you since I first saw you.”

  I trembled with the thought of him plunging into me. I wanted him so badly now that tears filled my eyes. “Please, Ryker, please fuck me.”

  With that, he thrust inside of me. I cried out as he filled me, the throbbing, tender flesh of my pussy contracting as it swallowed every inch of him. His massive arms flexed as he lifted up onto his hands and stared down at my pussy, watching his cock push inside and then draw back out. Then he sat back on his knees, withdrawing temporarily only to reposition. I groaned again at losing that delicious sense of fullness.

  My fingers reached for his arms, begging him to come back inside. He lifted my legs up and draped them onto his shoulders. It was a position I’d never been in, but I was willing to do anything just to have his cock inside of me again.

  My wish was answered. He dug his cock deep inside of me as he gazed down at me from between my legs. His hand reached around my thigh and he once again found my clit. He massaged it with his thumb as he pushed inside of me. The position made it possible for him to go even deeper, and it seemed I’d swallowed his cock completely as his heavy balls slapped against my ass. The intensity of his thumb sliding over my clit while he impaled me so deeply made my head spin. I gasped with each thrust of his pelvis. And, all the while, he gazed down at my face with those penetrating green eyes. Then it came again, that edge of pleasure just before the avalanche.

  I dug my fingers into the hard muscles of his arms and tears streamed down my temples.

  “I want to watch you come, baby,” he said. “I won’t stop until your beautiful pussy is satisfied.”

  I closed my eyes, and everything else fell away except the sensations in my clit as he stroked it and his cock diving into me, seemingly deeper with each penetration. The orgasm started as splinters of light, which broke apart as my pussy contracted around his cock. “Yes, Ryker,” I screamed. “Yes!”

  He wrapped his hands around my thighs and continued the delicious assault, his cock pounding into me, still pummeling the sensitive waves of pleasure pulsing inside of me. Then his body tightened. A deep groan rolled from his mouth as he came.

  I lowered my legs from his shoulders. He collapsed down next to me and drew me against him. The salty smell of sweat and sex permeated the air. Never had I felt this satisfied in my life.

  I kissed his chin and sighed contently as I snuggled against his chest.

  He stroked my back. “Did you have fun?”

  “Yes. And, I have discovered that there are two types of fun. There is ‘hey, that was fun’ and there is ‘holy fucking hell, that was fun’. That was definitely the latter.”

  Chapter 9

  Sleep felt extra luxurious. The lake setting was impossibly quiet and serene, no neighbors yelling or cars honking or trash cans being dragged to the curb. Ryker slept soundly next to me, looking just as dreamy asleep as awake. It was already well past noon.

  I went in to take a quick shower. By the time I got out, Ryker was sitting out on the small deck overlooking the lake, having a smoke. He’d pulled his jeans on but was still shirtless, and he was a goddamn picture. It stirred me physically just watching his massive arm muscle flex as he brought the cigarette up to his mouth. And thinking about his mouth devouring me so intimately made my panties moist again.

  He’d started a flood of desire inside of me, and I wasn’t sure if and when I’d be able to turn it off. Or if I wanted to. As long as I kept my head straight, this could be more than fun. This could be just what my life had been lacking.

  I stepped outside. The breeze coming off the lake was cool and refreshing. Several small fishing boats puttered along the glassy plate of blue water and clusters of seagulls dotted the shoreline around the lake. There were no neighboring cabins. We were truly alone, a notion that should have been slightly frightening consider
ing the imposing, tattooed and scarred man sitting in front of me. But my only fear was that I was falling for him already, despite my constant mental reminders to not become attached.

  Ryker turned at the sound of the glass door sliding shut. “You climbed out of bed before I could yank you back under the sheets.”

  “Shit, now I’m disappointed. The shower felt good though.” I stood in front of him and leaned against the railing bordering the deck.

  “Unfortunately, the shower stall is too small, otherwise I would have joined you.”

  “Well, there is another round of disappointment to deal with.”

  “I’ll head in there now so I can get clean before we get dirty again.” He reached forward, took hold of my hand and pulled me toward him. I straddled his lap. He pushed my t-shirt up and began kissing my breasts. I felt his cock harden against my crotch, and instinctively, I ground against it, trying with some desperation to feel the long ridge of his erection through the denim of my jeans.

  He moaned against my flesh as I moved provocatively over him. “Oh yeah, baby,” he said, his voice low and hoarse. “Shit, all you have to do is squirm in my lap, and I’m ready to fucking explode.”

  I wrapped my arms around his head and held his face against my breasts as I rocked back and forth over him. I was slick with desire, but it wasn’t enough. I got up from his lap and glanced out over the lake. The fishing boats were mere specks in the water.

  “No one can see, Emerie.” He unbuttoned his fly and reached into his pants, drawing out his long, glistening erection. “Take off those jeans before I fucking rip them off of you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom as I hastily followed his command to undress. I slid my jeans and panties to the ground and smiled thinking that so far I’d spent more time out of them than in. The soft breeze felt cool as it tickled the heavy moisture between my legs.

  Ryker’s pale green eyes looked glassy in the sunlight reflecting off the water. His chest rose and fell as his gaze dropped to my pussy. His cock seemed to straighten more as he looked at me. I crawled back onto his lap, pressing my knees down on the chair next to him. Then with luscious slowness, I slid down over his impossibly big cock. The tree tops waved in the breeze and birds flitted across the deck and my head felt light with the notion that we were having sex outside in the open. It felt extra dirty and extra wonderful.

  I moved up and down along his shaft like an exotic dancer moving along an oiled pole. I wrapped my hands around his head while his big, strong hands grabbed my ass. I ground down over him again and again, letting him fill me each time, all the while rubbing my clit against him. His hands applied pressure to my ass as I pushed it out and contracted it to make sure I felt everything. And I did. My thighs trembled as I squeezed them and lifted myself up and down over him. It didn’t take long.

  I tangled my fingers in his long hair. “God, Ryker, yes.”

  The shivering sensation started at my clit, hot and throbbing from the friction between us. Then it spread into my pussy causing my entire body to shudder. His hands moved to my hips, and he held me almost roughly as he yanked me down over his cock. Several deep plunges and his fingers dug into my flesh as he climaxed.

  I relaxed down like a rag doll, and he held me. We listened to the water lapping against the shore below and the sputtering motors of the boats. Pine and fresh water fragrances swirled around the deck.

  “This is nice,” I sighed.

  “Doesn’t get any better. Wait. I lied. I only have one day to convince you that you need me in your life for fun.” He helped me off his lap. I swept up my jeans and panties. “I’m going in to shower. Like I said, I need to get clean so we can get dirty again. Just like playing in the mud as a kid, there just isn’t anything more fun than getting dirty.” He got up and walked to the glass door.

  “I’ll make some coffee,” I said.

  “Good idea.” He looked back at me. “And when I get out, make sure you are naked. There are less than twelve hours left, and I don’t have time to waste taking off clothes.”

  I couldn’t remember ever sitting completely naked while enjoying my cup of coffee. As long as I didn’t spill any, I rather liked the freedom of it. Halfway through my second cup, the shower water shut off and instantly a rush of excitement shot through me. All I could think about was having Ryker’s hands and mouth on me again.

  I walked into the bedroom, and even though I was naked, I crossed my legs and sat demurely at the foot of the bed. The door opened and soapy steam coasted into the bedroom. Ryker was rubbing his wet hair with a towel as he stepped out of the bathroom. He smiled when he saw me sitting there right and proper without a stitch of clothing and a mug of coffee in my hand. His long, dark hair dripped water down his chest as he tossed the towel aside. He looked down at his erection.

  “Look what you’ve done.”

  I pressed a finger against my mouth in a gesture of innocence. “Why, look at that. It was completely unintentional, sir. Terribly sorry.”

  “Unintentional?” he asked.

  I put the coffee down on the ground next to the bed. “Yes, if it had been intentional then I would have been sitting like this.” I leaned back on my hands and put my feet up on the bed. My knees dropped open and his gaze went straight to my pussy, which, like his cock, was slick with desire already.

  He nodded and rubbed his chin. “Hmm, that does seem more intentional. Either way,” he said, as he pointed down to his erection, “you can see the consequences.”

  I was slightly disappointed when he sat down on the chair across from the bed. He dropped his arms on the chair arms and slumped down. His cock glittered with wetness as he stared at me.

  “Push your breasts forward. I want to see your nipples pucker as I watch you.” His deep voice floated across the room.

  I complied readily. Having Ryker look at me was one of the most erotic things to happen to me in a long while. And, as he’d predicted, my nipples hardened beneath his pale green scrutiny.

  “Drop your knees open farther,” he commanded.

  I let them fall open even more, giving him a clear view of my pussy.

  “Touch yourself, Emerie.”

  I hesitated.

  He waited.

  I reached down and pressed my fingers into the wet folds. My nipples tightened even more, and I dropped my head back as I stroked my fingers along the cream of my pussy. I heard a groan roll across the room. His breaths were coming in short, sharp spurts as he watched me. The hunger in his eyes made me suck in a breath. I pulled my fingers from my pussy.

  “I’ll tell you when to stop,” he said sharply.

  I put my fingers back on my pussy and began to massage myself, coaxing more moisture from between the swollen folds. He watched, mesmerized and speechless, he watched. My eyes drifted shut as I lost myself in the pleasure of masturbation, masturbation with an incredibly hot man watching me.

  Footsteps pounded the floor, and I gasped as he grabbed both my arms and slid me back farther on the bed. He took the fingers that I’d used to stroke myself and sucked them one by one. “Like candy,” he muttered and stretched out on the bed, his cock standing at full attention.

  “Now, my beautiful lover, kindly get up on your hands and knees.”

  My arms and legs trembled with anticipation as I rose up to my hands and knees. He spun around and still on his back, he slid head first between my knees. My hands supported me. I was now looking directly at his long, hard cock. It glistened with moisture, inviting me to take him in my mouth. Which I did. My lips slid down over his erection much like I’d dropped down over him out on the deck. I drew my mouth back and traced the tip of his cock with my tongue, lapping up the salty moisture with each caress.

  He took hold of my ass and pulled my pussy to his mouth. Instinctively, I sat down on my haunches to get the full impact o
f his mouth and tongue. He impaled me with his tongue as I ran my mouth along his cock. I rocked back and forth between the mind numbing pleasure of having his tongue make love to my pussy and having his beautiful cock in my mouth. We groaned simultaneously, losing ourselves in the pleasure of each other’s mouths. One hand released me and then his fingers slid into me, increasing my desire to come.

  Resting on just one hand, I stroked his balls as I took him deep into my mouth again and again. I came up for air, hardly able to keep upright and yet not wanting it to stop. He slid out from under me. “Don’t move,” he ordered.

  He ripped open a condom, and seconds later, he was grasping my hips with the same frantic urgency I was feeling. He thrust his cock hard into me, and yet, it wasn’t hard enough.

  “More, Ryker, I want more of you.”

  His cock impaled me as his hand reached around and found my clit. I squeezed my thighs shut around his hand and ground against his touch as he threw himself against me. My pussy clenched against the onslaught, wanting it never to stop and all the while pulsing with the need to be satisfied.

  “Baby, fucking you is pure heaven,” his deep voice rained down on my back. His dirty words sent me over the edge. I screamed out as my body shattered into a million pieces. He pushed harder and faster and I whimpered with pleasure with each impact. His fingers ground into my hips as he held me fast for one last thrust before coming.

  Chapter 10

  It had been more like thirty-six hours, but who was counting. I certainly wasn’t because I wanted those thirty-six hours to stretch to a thousand hours. I stood behind the bar arranging my bottles and glasses. My thighs and my pussy ached from it all. After parting with a kiss that I wouldn’t soon forget, Ryker got on his bike and rode off, with no promise of more to come and no questions of whether I would welcome more. I’d decided, with a heavy heart, that he was just fulfilling his promise of one day, and now that it was over, he could move on to his next challenge. I chided myself for feeling down about it. Don’t get tangled up with this guy, I’d told myself over and over again. But Ryker wasn’t one of those guys you could easily untangle yourself from.