Western Dreams (Rescue Me Saga Extras #1) (5 page)

Ryder spread her legs wider and crawled between them, facing her, but instead of homing in on the place she most wanted him, he scooted backward until he placed a kiss on her ankle. She still wore her no-show socks because she didn’t want her feet to be cold. He’d never paid any attention to her feet and toes before, but this time, he removed first one, then the other.

This can’t be good.

When he kissed her instep, she recoiled. While not ticklish, she wasn’t sure she wanted to have him kissing her feet.

“I thought you weren’t ticklish on your feet.”

“I’m not. It’s just…I’m not sure how clean my feet are for kissing.”

He chuckled. “We were wading in the creek a while ago. They’re fine.” Ryder pulled her leg by the ankle, cradling her foot in both hands as he kissed the same spot. A jolt of electricity zinged straight to her clit. Perhaps he’d discovered a new erogenous zone. Knowing he had no issues with her feet, she shed her unease and gave in to the feelings.

But he soon moved away from her feet and blazed a trail of kisses up the insides of both her legs. The slight stubble from his scruff only added to the delicious sensations he sparked along the way, but when he crooked his forearms around her thighs and spread her open, she held her breath.

Finally!

Only he seemed intent upon driving her slowly insane, because he focused everywhere but on her clit. He nibbled at her lower lips, blew on her clit hood, and toyed with the opening of her pussy. She tilted her pelvis to give him better access, but he
still
avoided her clit.

“Ryder, honey, I need to come!”

The vibration of his chuckle reverberated through her. He pulled away. “Good to know. Because I need to make you come. I’m just not ready yet.”

She groaned, and he went back to his slow torture. He’d probably make her wait even longer now because she’d begged. Not that he hadn’t wanted exactly that response from her, no doubt.

When his tongue flicked the outside of her hood, her hips bucked involuntarily. She willed them to remain still, intensifying the feelings and improving his aim.

Please, oh, please, Ryder!

How much more could she take without him giving her the release she needed? She wished it hadn’t been so soon after Ryder came, because she wanted to feel him buried deep inside her again, too. But he told her it would take him a few hours to be ready for more. Maybe she’d wake him up in the middle of the night for more. She had a hard time sleeping on the ground with the night noises outside anyway, so would surely awaken at some…

Ryder bit the inside of her thigh, bringing her back to the moment.
Focus on one orgasm at a time
.

How’d she become so insatiable? Because she had a lover who cared about her needs. Luckily, she hadn’t wasted her time on any others, but her friends had certainly complained enough about their experiences.

When he moved one hand so that two of his fingers could spread her outer lips and pull them apart, the cold evening air coupled with Ryder’s warm breath brought every sense to high alert.

Don’t anticipate.

Hadn’t he been trying to train her to stay in the moment? Wanting to show him she’d been listening, she grasped the edge of the tent and concentrated solely on his attentions.

Her reward was the further building up of tension as he teased her without mercy, venturing ever so close before veering off in another direction. Each time she thought he’d take her over the edge, he’d nibble or lick her somewhere else. As his tongue dipped inside her pussy, she took a breath before the next assault. Her clit was so much more sensitive.

The combination of driving his finger into her and his tongue flicking the sides of her clit hood nearly made her lose her mind. When he pulled back her hood, she waited.

Please, Ryder!

Sweat broke out on her forehead and down her back. This damp sleeping bag wouldn’t be very comfortable to sleep in tonight. But a little discomfort would be worth it.

When he stroked her G-spot and sucked her clit between his lips, her knees grew too weak to keep up. He pumped in and out of her more rapidly, and then surprised the hell out of her by mounting her, his hard cock driving into her in one smooth motion. “Oh!”

“I didn’t think—”

“I don’t want you to think. Just feel.”

Oh, she felt him all right. He pulled out and plunged into her again, this time taking his finger and stroking her clit to keep her riding the crest as he increased the tempo. Needing to hang on, she placed her hands on his shoulders and felt his muscles ripple with the exertion.

“So tight, baby. So damned good.”

Tilting her pelvis to give him deeper access, she matched his rhythm. Both of them grunted with each thrust. She was so close, but waited for him. “Come first, Red. I’m right behind you.” He draped her legs over his shoulders and pounded into her, hitting her G-spot while also touching her clit until the air in the tent exploded around them as did she.

“Oh, God! Yes!” She couldn’t see his face, but didn’t have to in order to know he was smiling as he always did when he gave her an orgasm.

He increased the pace of his movements and grunted when he came. When he stopped, he nearly collapsed onto her. His weight was so welcome that she wrapped her arms and legs around him and cuddled him.

Tears sprang to her eyes at the magnitude of what they’d shared tonight. “That was incredible. But I may not be able to walk for a week.”

“No problem. I’ll carry you. Now, let’s do a little moonlight skinny-dipping and clean off.”

“Are you crazy? That mountain stream will be frigid.”

“No worries. I’m definitely finished for the night.”

Megan smiled.
That’s what you think, my darling hubby.

Ryder & Megan:
Leather and Daisies

R
yder followed Gunnar Larson into his office compound in Breckenridge. The man towered over him, his long blond hair in a sleek ponytail down to the middle of his back. Getting into the man’s inner sanctum had taken several pre-screenings as well as two security checks on the premises. One would think he’d been trying to scale the walls of Fort Knox.

Ryder wasn’t even here to discuss business. He’d asked to meet at the man’s dungeon, but because that was in his home, apparently, he preferred to make initial contact at the Forseti Group headquarters. Of course, with his involvement in black ops and paramilitary contracting, Ryder understood the need for caution.

He’d met Gunnar more than a month ago at the family barbecue at Luke’s place. Hard to imagine, but now this house belonged to Ryder and Megan. Anyway, he’d learned of Gunnar’s reputation for being the best whip master in the area. After talking with Megan and seeing her interest in having him learn to throw a whip, he’d gotten contact info from Luke and asked to do some training under Gunnar.

“Have a seat, Ryder.”

Setting his coffee mug on a coaster on the imposing wooden desk, Ryder sat down in the chair on the right. “Thanks for taking the time to meet with me.”

“No problem. I’m always pleased to provide training to other Doms who want to learn respect for and the many uses of various whips. Tell me exactly what skill you’d like to learn first.”

“The bullwhip. Nothing hardcore, but Megan and I are interested in trying butterfly kisses—nothing that would mark her skin long-term.”

“Tagging, but not marking.”

“I’m not familiar with the terminology. We haven’t played at a dungeon yet.”

Gunnar stared at him a long, uncomfortable moment, as if sizing him up. “I know you served with Adam Montague, and you’re his brother-in-law, but I had to do some checking into your background before inviting you in here.”

“I’ve heard.”

“Oh?”

Ryder explained, “Grant gave me a heads-up that you were checking me out.”

Gunnar smiled. “She’s loyal to her friends.”

“I wouldn’t say we’re friends, but we served together, and she figured she owed me one.”

Gunnar cocked his brow, but Ryder wasn’t going to talk about Grant’s breach of trust involving Megan. Suffice it to say, she’d been making amends ever since. Besides, if not for her actions, he’d have never met Megan, so it was difficult to hold a grudge.

Gunnar nodded. “Understandable. So…back to learning to throw a whip. You’ve checked out and I’d like to invite you both to my dungeon party day after tomorrow. Another couple you know will be there—Marc and Angelina.”

He’d hoped for a private lesson first, in case he was inept with a whip, but Megan would find out soon enough. Otherwise, they knew so few people around here, they had nothing to worry about. If people didn’t accept them for who they were, then to hell with them.

Gunnar reached for a set of papers beside him. “Take these two application forms, and each of you fill one out. Bring them with you. There’s a map to my place on the last page. Remember, confidentiality is expected. You don’t talk about what goes on in the dungeon with anyone who isn’t a member.”

He didn’t know many people in the area and had no clue who was a member or not other than Marc and Angelina.

“I think I can probably teach you enough that first night and let you practice for a couple of days before I have you out again to check your form. But don’t you dare go near Megan with a whip until I give you the go-ahead. We’re going to work on precision and targeting first, nice and gentle. If you two decide you want a little more power later on, we can work on that, too. But I like that you’re starting out slowly. Now, why don’t we schedule the follow-ups, too, before the schedule gets too tight.”

“Evenings are best for me, too, because the ranch work keeps me busy during the day.”

“Perfect.” Gunnar jotted down handed him a slip of paper with the evenings he was available for two more sessions in the week to come, Ryder discussed where would be the best place to purchase a single tail, and Gunnar even pulled out some instructions on the oiling and caring for a new whip.

Gunnar stood and Ryder did likewise. They shook hands. “I’m looking forward to seeing you and Megan at the party.”

“Oh, how should we dress?”

“Comfortably. If that means kink clothing, fine, but if you’re more comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt like me”—Gunnar indicated his casual attire—“go for it.”

*     *     *

Megan had butterflies clawing to get out of her stomach as she and Ryder walked into Gunnar’s residence through a special entrance. The darkened room was lit with flickering wall sconces simulating fire, and her gaze roamed the room, taking in the various stations with some familiar and some bizarre equipment.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

She didn’t expect to be doing any intensive scenes on their first visit but would be cautious anyway. “A water with lemon would be great. Thanks.”

“I’ll turn in our forms, too.” As Ryder walked over to the bar, Megan took in her surroundings. What would her brothers think to find out she’d gone to a BDSM club? Well, they didn’t have to know everything about her.

She spotted a St. Andrew’s cross, which immediately captured her attention. She’d dreamed of being bound to one ever since reading about it in
Club Shadowlands
, the first BDSM romance she’d ever read.

She’d chosen a thin layer of clothing in order to experience whatever Ryder wanted to try tonight after his bullwhip lesson was over.

As her eyes adjusted better, she saw movement to her right and turned to see Angelina Giardano approaching. While they’d only met twice, Megan liked her a lot and wanted to get to know her better.

“Megan! Welcome! I’m so glad to see you’re into this, too.”

“Well, we’re trying to learn more about it. This is my first time in a club other than in books.”

“Gunnar’s is a great private place to play, although we’d stopped coming while I was getting my restaurant started. Living in Aspen Corners and working here, this is so much more convenient, although we try to get to the Masters at Arms once a month or so.”

“I haven’t heard of that one. Where’s it located?”

Angelina’s eyes widened. “Oh, it’s just a little place in Denver. Not one you’d want to bother going to since you’re living out here.”