Ricochet (28 page)

Her lashes lifted, slowly revealing lush, drenched chocolate eyes that met his with such desire, such pleasure, he realized she loved this. And that only made it better. Only made it sexier as she held his gaze and explored his cock, taking him deep, sliding her lips down the length of one side, her tongue over the other, circling the tip.

He released the headboard with one hand and combed his fingers through her hair, stroking her face, moving lower between his legs and cupping her breast.

Her eyelids grew heavy, and her back arched, pushing her breast into his hand. He remembered how sensitive her breasts had been that first night together, and he teased her nipple between his thumb and finger. Her moan of pleasure rippled through Ryker’s cock.

“You like that, don’t you?”

She wriggled beneath him, leaned her head back, bit her lip. “It’s…” Her hand covered his forearm, her fingers digging in. “Maddening. It feels like…your hand is between my legs.”

He gently massaged her breast, ending with a pinch of her nipple, and she whimpered, her brow creased with a pained look of pleasure. A jolt of lust snapped his balls and nearly took him over the edge—way too soon.

He couldn’t wait. He needed her.

Reaching back, he pulled a condom from his pocket, ripping it open with his teeth, while Rachel used her feet to push his pants from his hips down his legs. He kicked them off and sat back on his heels, placing the condom over his tip.

Rachel’s hands shoved his away. “Let me.”

She used her fingers to pull the condom over his cock, then held out her hand. “Lube.”

Ryker’s mouth kicked up on one side. He pulled the other small packet from his pocket, opened it, and squeezed the slick gel into her palm. But he saved some for himself too, and while Rachel stroked the cool liquid over his cock, massaging the condom into a second skin, Ryker slipped his hand behind him and between her legs.

He found her pussy warm and soft and swollen as he smoothed the lube over her folds. Rachel’s eyes closed on a moan, and her hips lifted into him.

Once they were both slick, Ryker leaned down to kiss her, got his knees beneath him, and gathered her in his arms. Sitting back, he pulled her close and spread her thighs across his lap. He met her eyes and held her gaze as he sank into her, inch by incredible inch, until his balls were pressed to her body and she groaned with pleasure that made her eyes roll back.

In position now, he gripped her waist, digging his fingers into her flesh to hold back from the urge to drive into her, a rhythmic thrust to orgasm. He balanced her by the waist and rose up on his knees to push deep, her own body weight making her slide down on his shaft.

“Oh God…” Her head dropped back.

He took one tight nipple into his mouth and laved as eased back to his heels, pulling from her body until only his tip remained seated. Then tightened one hand at her waist and used his thighs and ass to drive upward, closing his fingers on her nipple at the same time.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, lips parted on sounds of pleasure. He repeated the stroke, focused on slow, full, deep movement. Satisfied only if he pulled a sexually thrilled sound from her on every thrust, using every trick he knew to achieve that goal.

They were both damp with sweat when he slid his hand from her breast, down her belly, and lay back. She looked down at him with pink cheeks and ripe lips and eyes drunk with lust. Ryker slid his hands up her thighs, thumbs to the flesh surrounding her clit, and massaged.

“Oh Jesus,” she breathed.

He stilled his hands, and she opened her eyes. “Don’t stop.”

“That’s up to you.” He held the pressure, and said, “Ride me, girl. Take what you want.”

She used her knees to lift, dragging him from her heat, then rocked her hips back down. The movement added pressure to her clit, the kind that had driven her insane and rocked her world the other night.

“That’s it,” he said, watching her hips move. Watching the pleasure build on her face. “Sit up.” He said. “Hands off my chest.”

She straightened, driving him deeper.

“Better.” He circled his thumbs slowly, and she bit her lower lip, her brows creased. “Now ride me like you
own me
. I want a show, beautiful.”

She moved rhythmically, lifting to pull him out, rocking to drive him in. Her thigh and ab muscles flexed with each move. She drew her hands up her body, past her breasts and tight nipples, her eyes heavy as she watched him watch her. As her excitement grew, her hips moved faster, harder, deeper. Her head fell back on a moan, and she lifted her hands to her hair, drawing it up and gathering it behind her head, giving Ryker the most amazing view of her body, of her pussy taking his shaft, of his hands touching her.

“Christ you’re gorgeous.”

She moaned, the sound achy, begging. Her hips rocked harder, and Ryker gritted his teeth to hold back the orgasm coiling tighter and tighter at the base of his spine, rising up his cock.

“Come for me, Rachel.”

He squeezed her ass and lifted to meet her. Her head dropped back, she arched and gripped his knees behind her. His pleasure built longer and wider and hotter. Built and grew until it backed up in his chest. Until it closed his throat.

Ryker thrust and thrust and thrust. Barely holding on. “Come for me, dammit.
Come for me
.”

He rolled her to her back, fisted her hair and kissed her, slowly, but his hips bucked fast and his cock drove deep. Rachel’s thighs tightened around his waist, heels pressed into his spine, fingers dug into his back.

“Rach…” he rasped, thrust and squeezed and pumped her for an orgasm before he lost control.

“Ah…” she cried out, her pitch climbing until it cut off completely, her pussy clamping down on him in a series of convulsions.

He covered her mouth with his, then let the orgasm come. When it crested, the sensations flooded every cell, washing him with a sense of complete satisfaction and sweet connection. He broke the kiss and pressed his face to her neck, teeth gritted around his growl of release.

That was the best sex she’d ever had. Even better than their first night. Different from their first night. Deeper than their first night.

Nathan stroked his hands down her sides, pushed up on his elbows, and looked at her with those heavy-lidded stormy sea-green eyes. His dog tags hung down, resting against her own chest, smooth, heavy feel of them, made her smile. His mouth quirked too, then he lowered his lips meet hers in a tender kiss. One that pushed tears toward her throat, though she didn’t know why.

He dropped a kiss on her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her chest. Then he laid his forehead there, his breathing still fast and choppy. Rachel closed her eyes and let the strands of his hair slip through her fingers over and over. She could stay like this all night.

But once his breath evened out, Nathan carefully pulled from her body and rolled to his back. A soft, awe-filled, “Jesus Christ,” drifted from him, making Rachel smile.

She turned to her side and rested her head on his shoulder. He curved his arms around her and threw one of his legs over hers, as if he couldn’t get close enough. She smiled. “I would never have guessed you for a cuddler.”

He rolled toward her, laid his forearm over her waist, and pressed his face to her neck, kissing her there, then whispered, “I didn’t used to be.”

With another quick kiss, he said, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

He got to his feet and strode to the tiny bathroom. Rachel smiled at the sight of his tight ass and those sexy tattoos. This was still surreal. And so…illicit. So deliciously secret. So…selfishly decadent.

But as long as no one found out, as long as no one got hurt…

The water ran in the bathroom, then shut off, and he returned, lying on the bed beside her, cuddling her close again. He tangled their legs and rested his chin on the top of her head. They were both quiet while his fingers stroked a light pattern on her back. She had to leave soon, they both knew that, but neither of them moved or spoke. And this felt far more intimate than it had just days ago.

After a moment, she asked, “Why didn’t you take the twins up on their offer?”

He pulled back and met her eyes. “I didn’t want them.”

Rachel laughed a little, her hand scratching gently down his thigh. “Of course you did. They’re every man’s fantasy—a threesome with two beautiful twin blondes?”

“They aren’t half as beautiful as you are, and I mean that. Besides”—the corner of Ryker’s mouth tilted up, but there was little humor in his expression—“been there, done that, different twins, of course, and you brought me more pleasure just now than two women could. Why would I try for a repeat of mediocre when I’ve got a real winner right here?”

She narrowed her eyes and pressed the backs of her fingers to his forehead.

“Stop.” He brushed her hand away. “The only fever I’ve got is the one you give me.” He threaded their fingers and leaned in. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

His mouth lowered to hers, but their lips never connected. He sat straight, his gaze darting to the door.

Rachel looked that direction. “What…?”

He put his index finger to his lips and jumped to his feet so quickly, so silently, Rachel missed the movement in a blink. He pulled on his pants and grabbed her dress from the bed.

Three hard knocks came on the door. Rachel jumped and almost screamed, but covered her mouth.

“Ryker? You in there?” It was Jax’s voice. Fear bolted down Rachel’s spine. Her mind started a tight downward spiral.

Ryker, made a ‘get-going’ motion with his hand and mouthed
get dressed
.

“Yeah, man, what’s up?” Ryker called.

“Do you know where Rachel is?” That was Josh’s voice.

Tendrils of icy fear spread through Rachel’s belly, and hands shook as she struggled to find the hem of her dress to pull it on. Jax and Josh both looking for her while she’d been fucking Nathan. Jesus Christ, disaster didn’t get any closer than this.

“No, dude, sorry,” Ryker said. “Haven’t seen her since dinner. Why?”

She pulled the dress over her head, and Ryker held the straps so she could put her arms in.

“I need to go over some budget issues before I head back,” Jax said. “And Josh has some questions about the rough SOP she gave him earlier. She’s not in her cabin, and we can’t find her anywhere. I’m a little worried.”

“Let me put some pants on,” Ryker said. “I’ll be right there.”

He gripped her arms, leaned down, and pressed his cheek to hers. “I’ll get rid of them long enough for you to slip out,” he whispered. “As soon as we’re out of sight, get that sweet little ass of yours back to your cabin and make up a plausible excuse for being gone by the time we come back around.”

“Nathan—”

He kissed her, then pulled back and met her eyes seriously. “Everything’s fine. They’ll never know.”

He grabbed his shirt from the floor and headed toward the door. He flipped off the light before exiting and closing the door behind him. “She said something earlier about taking a walk, but I can probably answer your questions about the SOP while we look for her.”

Rachel’s heart thudded so hard in her ears, their footsteps vanished instantly. She tiptoed to the window, where she peeked between the blinds, her heart thudding painfully in her chest. Ryker shrugged into his shirt as the three of them stopped by Rachel’s cabin and knocked on her door before continuing on. When they turned out of the row of bunkhouses, Rachel inched open Ryker’s door and darted back across the road and up the row to her cabin.

Even once she’d gotten inside, unseen, her heart wouldn’t slow. Her mind wouldn’t stop spinning. Her conscience wouldn’t stop berating itself. This was the kind of thing Nicole did—things behind people’s backs. Nicole was the one who took risks with other people’s futures and other people’s feelings, and Rachel had always hated her for that. But here she was, risking friendships and livelihoods and futures for her own pleasure.

She went into the bedroom and yanked a sweater from the dresser, dragging it on just as she heard Nathan’s and Jax’s voices nearing again.

She turned on the living room light and took a deep breath just as Josh said, “Her light’s on.”

Footsteps neared, and a knock sounded on her door.

She opened it feeling like an idiot pretending to be surprised. “Hey, guys. What’s up?”

“Where were you?” Jax asked. “We’ve been looking for you.”

“I’m sorry, I went for a walk and forgot my phone. What do you need?”

Jax repeated what he’d told Ryker earlier.

“Sure.” She closed the door to her cabin. “Let’s go over to the office. I’ve got everything on my computer.”

“Safe drive home,” Nathan told Jax, standing back, hands stuffed into his front pockets, expression grim. “Thanks.” Jax shook Ryker’s hand. “See you soon.”

Rachel pulled her sweater across her body and forced herself not to look back at him again as she, Jax, and Josh started toward the office, but her insides churned with guilt and conflict. All when she’d been so blissful with him just moments ago.