Seized by Love (Love in Bloom: The Ryders, Book 1): Blue Ryder (35 page)
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Authors: Melissa Foster
“Blue—”
He drew back, and she could see he was worried he’d hurt her. She pulled on his hips. “Don’t stop.”
His lips quirked up as he thrust into her again. Lifting her into his arms, their bodies still joined as one, he lowered them both to the floor, knocking the flour and sugar off the counter with his elbow and showering them in white powder. They both laughed as he kissed the sugar and flour from her lips, her neck, her jaw, scrambling her brain into love-soaked mush.
“Marry me, Lizzie,” he said as he gazed into her eyes, never breaking their stride. And what she saw there, all that love, for
her
, bowled her over. “Marry me. I want you to be mine. I want to be yours. I’ll support your naked baking on every level.”
She could barely breathe, but a smile tugged at her lips. “You want to marry the Naked Baker?”
“More than I want anything else in this world. Say yes, and I’ll be right here by your side every moment of every day. We’ll fix up the lighthouse just the way you want it. And after two years, if you want to stop filming the show, we’ll start a family, or we’ll keep filming. Whatever you want, as long as we’re together.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist and smiled up at him. “I’d say yes, but I think you’re just asking me because of my mad baking skills.”
He laughed, narrowed his eyes, as if to say,
Really? You’re going to tease me at a time like this?
But he played along with it, and that made her fall even harder. “It’s that obvious?”
“Yeah, but you’re kind of cute, and you do give good orgasms, so…” She wanted to remember this moment, the look in his eyes, the flour hanging in the air, the scent of their lovemaking mingling with the aroma of freshly baked cake. She wanted to remember the fullness of her chest and the way her heart was so happy that there was no room for doubt.
“Wait,” Blue said, reaching for the apron. “I almost forgot.”
“Wait? You don’t want my answer?” She laughed again as he reached into the pocket of his apron and pulled out the most elegant diamond band she’d ever seen. Her heart nearly stopped. It, too, was peppered in white dust. He blew the dusting of white powder off the beautiful ring and gazed into her eyes again.
“I’ve never seen you wear jewelry, and I assumed it was because you don’t want it to get hooked on things while you work. I hope this isn’t too cumbersome, and if I was wrong, and you want a different ring, something bigger, flashier—”
With fresh tears streaming down her cheeks, she pressed her finger to his lips. “You’ve never read me wrong a day since we’ve met. Yes, I’ll marry you, Blue. Yes, yes, yes!” Their bodies were still joined together at all points as she pressed her lips to his.
As he slid the ring on her finger, he said, “I love you, Lizzie, and I will spend the rest of our lives making sure you are the happiest woman on earth.”
“That’s all well and good, but can we get back to making love, please, because I really want to knock another item off my list.”
He laughed and kissed her again. “Which item is that?”
“Make Blue happy.”
“Baby, you’ve just made me the happiest man on the planet.”
“Oh, trust me. I think we can make you even happier.” She wiggled out from under him, opened the fridge, and held up two cans of whipped cream.
“You just got a hundred times sexier.” He scooped her into his arms and headed for the stairs. “We’re about to add things to your lists that you never imagined.”
BLUE COULDN’T TAKE his eyes off Lizzie, standing across the room with Trish and Siena. They say that the bride should always be the most beautiful woman at her wedding, but Blue knew, at least in this case, that wasn’t true. Despite how gorgeous Siena looked, no one compared to his stunning fiancée. Lizzie was a vision in a blue dress that hugged every lush curve, her hair pinned up, with sexy tendrils framing her beautiful face. It was after midnight, and many of the guests had already left the reception. Blue couldn’t wait to get Lizzie back into his arms.
“Bro, you’re going to burn a hole through her, staring like that,” his older brother Gage said as he came to his side with Jake, Cash, and Duke.
“There are worse things in life than being attracted to the woman you love.”
The woman I love
. Blue hadn’t imagined thinking those words, and now he couldn’t imagine a day going by when he didn’t think them at least a dozen times.
“Where’s your woman?” Blue asked.
“No woman to speak of,” Gage answered, making his brothers scoff. Gage was as close to his friend and coworker Sally Tuft as two people could get without being lovers. But their friendship wasn’t like the friendship Blue had with Sky. Everyone could see Gage and Sally’s mutual attraction—everyone except them, that was. The serious look in Gage’s blue eyes told Blue that he didn’t want to have this conversation again.
“Okay, fair enough,” Blue said, letting it go.
“
Why
didn’t you bring Sally?” Duke pushed, giving Gage an elbow to his ribs.
“She’s visiting Rusty at Harborside University.” Rusty was Sally’s teenage son.
“She got sick of Gage not asking her out,” Jake said before taking a swig of his drink. “You can only tease a woman for so long.”
“Says the man who can’t settle down with one woman long enough to buy her a drink.” Duke lifted his chin with the barb.
“Shit. Why buy a drink when you can get the liquor for free?” Jake eyed a brunette standing by the bar. “Speaking of which, I’ll catch you guys later. I see a lonely lady just asking for a good time.”
“He needs to buy stock in condoms, the way he goes through women,” Blue teased, as Lizzie caught his attention from across the room with a smile, sending his heart into a frenzy. He’d never tire of seeing her smile, those adorable dimples, or the love in her eyes. He lifted his chin and crooked his finger. She said something to Trish and Siena, and the three of them approached.
“You guys put everyone else to shame. The Ryder hunks, line ’em up and roll ’em out,” Siena teased as she reached for Cash. “And I have the hunkiest of them all.”
“I beg to differ.” Lizzie wrapped an arm around Blue. “Mine looks the best in an apron.”
Blue uttered a curse.
“An apron? Do share,” Trish teased as her eyes skittered away, landing on a guy across the room. His shirtsleeves were pushed up to his elbows, exposing heavily inked forearms. Before Lizzie could elaborate, Trish said, “
Who
is that?”
“Firefighter, off-limits to you,” Cash said.
“That just made him even more interesting.” Trish raised her brows and headed in the handsome man’s direction.
Cash moved to follow her, and Siena held him back. “Leave her alone. She’s a big girl.”
“This is what happens when you get married. You lose your ability to make decisions.” Cash pulled Siena into his arms and kissed her.
“Speaking of decisions, don’t you two want to use that honeymoon suite I booked for you?” Duke winked at Cash, who whispered something that made Siena blush.
Blue snaked an arm around Lizzie’s waist and pulled her in tight against him. “Tired?”
“Not
too
tired,” she said with a seductive glint in her eyes.
He pressed his cheek to hers and whispered, “If we leave now, we can sneak into the pool and skinny-dip.”
She trapped her lower lip between her teeth and smiled. “In the hotel?” she whispered. “The pool is closed.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the pool key, which Duke had given him earlier.
She feigned a yawn aimed at the others. “The champagne is hitting me hard. I think I need to call it a night.”
“Oh, really?” Siena said.
Blue feigned a sigh. “Yeah, I’m beat, too.”
“I bet you are,” Duke said under his breath.
Blue and Lizzie hugged Cash and Siena and said their goodbyes to the rest of his family, then hurried down the hall toward the pool.
“I can’t believe you arranged this,” she said, clinging to his arm.
“Baby, there’s nothing I won’t do for you.” He unlocked the door to the pool. The room was dark, save for the lights from the hallway streaming in through the interior window. Blue pushed a code into a keypad hidden behind a picture on the wall—
Thank you, Duke
—and black curtains lowered over the interior windows.
“Oh my God, that’s amazing,” Lizzie said, already taking off her heels.
Blue unzipped her dress and pushed it from her shoulders, bringing his lips to her heated skin as the fabric tumbled to a pile at her feet, leaving her in silk and lace, a vision of beauty Blue couldn’t resist as he took her in his arms.
She smiled up at him, those beautiful dimples in full force. She unbuttoned his dress shirt, pressing a kiss to every inch of skin as she revealed it.
“I want to give you everything you’ve ever wanted, Lizzie.” He slipped from his pants as she took off her lingerie, and he pulled her in close again, running his hands over her hips. “Do you have any regrets about telling our families about your show or the deal with FCN not coming through?”
“My only regret is that I waited a year to go out with you,” she said as she stripped off her bra. “Do you have any regrets about being with me? You really don’t mind being naughty like this with me? I think I’ve corrupted you,” she said as they walked into the pool.
They dunked under the water, and he brought her naked body flush against him.
“Baby, you couldn’t corrupt me if you tried. Remember when I said love came in stages, and that we’d get to each stage when we were ready?”
“Yeah,” she said, a little breathless and incredibly sexily.
“You have your lists. I have my stages. Tonight my stage one is going to blow your list out of the water.”
“Funny,” she said as her legs wound around his waist and their bodies joined together. “I have a feeling my list will win. After all, my blowing takes place
in
the water.”
“God, I love you.” He sealed his lips over hers, and there, in the darkness of the heated pool, with Lizzie in his arms and love in his heart, he knew he’d been right—every moment of his life had been leading him to
her
—and every moment of his future would be spent loving her.
—The End—
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SEASIDE DREAMS
BELLA ABBASCIA STRUGGLED to keep her grip on a ceramic toilet as she crossed the gravel road in Seaside, the community where she spent her summers. It was one o’clock in the morning, and Bella had a prank in store for Theresa Ottoline, a straitlaced Seaside resident and the elected property manager for the community. Bella and two of her besties, Amy Maples and Jenna Ward, had polished off two bottles of Middle Sister wine while they waited for the other cottage owners to turn in for the night. Now, dressed in their nighties and a bit tipsy, they struggled to keep their grip on a toilet that Bella had spent two days painting bright blue, planting flowers in, and adorning with seashells. They were carrying the toilet to Theresa’s driveway to break rule number fourteen of the Community Homeowners Association’s Guidelines:
No tacky displays allowed in the front of the cottages
.
“You’re sure she’s asleep?” Bella asked as they came to the grass in front of the cottage of their fourth bestie, Leanna Bray.
“Yes. She turned off her lights at eleven. We should have hidden it someplace other than my backyard. It’s so far. Can we stop for a minute? This sucker is heavy.” Amy drew her thinly manicured brows together.
“Oh, come on. Really? We only have a little ways to go.” Bella nodded toward Theresa’s driveway, which was across the road from her cottage, about a hundred feet away.
Amy glanced at Jenna for support. Jenna nodded, and the two lowered their end to the ground, causing Bella to nearly drop hers.
“That’s so much better.” Jenna tucked her stick-straight brown hair behind her ear and shook her arms out to her sides. “Not all of us lift weights for breakfast.”
“Oh, please. The most exercise I get during the summer is lifting a bottle of wine,” Bella said. “Carrying around those boobs of yours is more of a workout.”
Jenna was just under five feet tall with breasts the size of bowling balls and a tiny waist. She could have been the model for the modern-day Barbie doll, while Bella’s figure was more typical for an almost thirty-year-old woman. Although she was tall, strong, and relatively lean, she refused to give up her comfort foods, which left her a little soft in places, with a figure similar to Julia Roberts or Jennifer Lawrence.
“I don’t carry them with my arms.” Jenna looked down at her chest and cupped a breast in each hand. “But yeah, that would be great exercise.”
Amy rolled her eyes. Pin-thin and nearly flat chested, Amy was the most modest of the group, and in her long T-shirt and underwear, she looked like a teenager next to curvy Jenna. “We only need a sec, Bella.”
They turned at the sound of a passionate moan coming from Leanna’s cottage.
“She forgot to close the window again,” Jenna whispered as she tiptoed around the side of Leanna’s cottage. “Typical Leanna. I’m just going to close it.”
Leanna had fallen in love with bestselling author Kurt Remington the previous summer, and although they had a house on the bay, they often stayed in the two-bedroom cottage so Leanna could enjoy her summer friends. The Seaside cottages in Wellfleet, Massachusetts, had been in the girls’ families for years, and they had spent summers together since they were kids.
“Wait, Jenna. Let’s get the toilet to Theresa’s first.” Bella placed her hands on her hips so they knew she meant business. Jenna stopped before she reached for the window, and Bella realized it would have been a futile effort anyway. Jenna would need a stepstool to pull that window down.
“Oh…Kurt.” Leanna’s voice split the night air.
Amy covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. “Fine, but let’s hurry. Poor Leanna will be mortified to find out she left the window open again.”
“I’m the last one who wants to hear her having sex. I’m done with men, or at least with commitments, until my life is back on track.” Ever since last summer, when Leanna had met Kurt, started her own jam-making business, and moved to the Cape full-time, Bella had been thinking of making a change of her own. Leanna’s success had inspired her to finally go for it. Well, that and the fact that she’d made the mistake of dating a fellow teacher, Jay Cook. It had been months since they broke up, but they’d taught at the same Connecticut high school, and until she left for the summer, she couldn’t avoid running in to him on a daily basis. It was just the nudge she needed to take the plunge and finally quit her job and start over.
New job, new life, new location.
She just hadn’t told her friends yet. She’d thought she would tell them the minute she arrived at Seaside and they were all together, maybe over a bottle of wine or on the beach. But Leanna had been spending a lot of time with Kurt, and every time it was just the four of them, she hadn’t been ready to come clean. She knew they’d worry and ask questions, and she wanted to have some of the transition sorted out before answering them.
“Bella, you can’t give up on men. Jay was just a jerk.” Amy touched her arm.
She really needed to fill them in on the whole Jay and quitting her job thing. She was beyond over Jay, but they knew Bella to be the stable one of the group, and learning of her sudden change was a conversation that needed to be handled when they weren’t wrestling a fifty-pound toilet.
“Fine. You’re right. But I’m going to make all of my future decisions separate from any man. So…until my life is in order, no commitments for me.”
“Not me. I’d give anything to have what Kurt and Leanna have,” Amy said.
Bella lifted her end of the toilet easily as Jenna and Amy struggled to lift theirs. “Got it?”
“Yeah. Go quick. This damn thing is heavy,” Jenna said as they shuffled along the grass.
“More…” Leanna pleaded.
Amy stumbled and lost her grip. The toilet dropped to the ground, and Jenna yelped.
“Shh. You’re going to wake up the whole complex!” Bella stalked over to them.
“Oh, Kurt!” Jenna rocked her hips. “More, baby, more!”
“Really?” Bella tried to keep a straight face, but when Leanna cried out again, she doubled over with laughter.
Amy, always the voice of reason, whispered, “Come on. We
need
to close her window.”
“Yes!” Leanna cried.
They fell against one another in a fit of laughter, stumbling beside Leanna’s cottage.
“I could make popcorn,” Jenna said, struggling to keep a straight face.
Amy scowled at her. “She got pissed the last time you did that.” She grabbed Bella’s hand and whispered through gritted teeth, “Take out the screen so you can shut the window, please.”
“I told you we should have put a lock on the outside of her window,” Jenna reminded them. Last summer, when Leanna and Kurt had first begun dating, they’d often forgotten to close the window. To save Leanna embarrassment, Jenna had offered to be on sex-noise mission control and close the window if Leanna ever forgot to. A few drinks later, she’d mistakenly abandoned the idea for the summer.
“While you close the window, I’ll get the sign for the toilet.” Amy hurried back toward Bella’s deck in her boy-shorts underwear and a T-shirt.
Bella tossed the screen to the side so she could reach inside and close the window. The side of Leanna’s cottage was on a slight incline, and although Bella was tall, she needed to stand on her tiptoes to get a good grip on the window. The hem of the nightie caught on her underwear, exposing her ample derriere.
“Cute satin skivvies.” Jenna reached out to tug Bella’s shirt down and Bella swatted her.
Bella pushed as hard as she could on the top of the window, trying to ignore the sensuous moans and the creaking of bedsprings coming from inside the cottage.
“The darn thing’s stuck,” she whispered.
Jenna moved beside her and reached for the window. Her fingertips barely grazed the bottom edge.
Amy ran toward them, waving a long stick with a paper sign taped to the top that read,
WELCOME BACK.
Leanna moaned, and Jenna laughed and lost her footing. Bella reached for her, and the window slammed shut, catching Bella’s hair. Leanna’s dog, Pepper, barked, sending Amy and Jenna into more fits of laughter.
With her hair caught in the window and her head plastered to the sill, Bella put a finger to her lips. “Shh!”
Headlights flashed across Leanna’s cottage as a car turned up the gravel road.
“Shit!” Bella went up on her toes, struggled to lift the window and free her hair, which felt like it was being ripped from her skull. The curtains flew open and Leanna peered through the glass. Bella lifted a hand and waved.
Crap.
She heard Leanna’s front door open, and Pepper bolted around the corner, barking a blue streak and knocking Jenna to the ground just as a police car rolled up next to them and shined a spotlight on Bella’s ass.
***
CADEN GRANT HAD been with the Wellfleet Police Department for only three months, having moved after his partner of nine years was killed in the line of duty. He’d relocated to the small town with his teenage son, Evan, in hopes of working in a safer location. So far, he’d found the people of Wellfleet to be respectful and thankful for the efforts of the local law enforcement officers, a welcome change after dealing with rebellion on every corner in Boston. Wellfleet had recently experienced a rash of small thefts—cars being broken into, cottages being ransacked, and the police had begun patrolling the private communities along Route 6, communities that in the past had taken care of their own security. Caden rolled up the gravel road in the Seaside community and spotted a dog running circles around a person rolling on the ground.
He flicked on the spotlight as he rolled to a stop.
Holy Christ. What is going on?
He quickly assessed the situation. A blond woman was banging on a window with both hands. Her shirt was bunched at her waist, and a pair of black satin panties barely covered the most magnificent ass he’d seen in a long time.
“Open the effing window!” she hollered.
Caden stepped from the car. “What’s going on here?” He walked around the dark-haired woman, who was rolling from side to side on the ground while laughing hysterically, and the fluffy white dog, who was barking as though his life depended on it, and he quickly realized that the blond woman’s hair was caught in the window. Behind him another blonde crouched on the ground, laughing so hard she kept snorting.
Why the hell aren’t any of you wearing pants?
“Leanna! I’m stuck!” the blonde by the window yelled.
“Officer, we’re sorry.” The blonde behind him rose to her feet, tugging her shirt down to cover her underwear; then she covered her mouth with her hand as more laughter escaped. The dog barked and clawed at Caden’s shoes.
“Someone want to tell me what’s going on here?” Caden didn’t even want to try to guess.
“We’re…” The brunette laughed again as she rose to her knees and tried to straighten her camisole, which barely contained her enormous breasts. She ran her eyes down Caden’s body. “Well,
hello
there, handsome.” She fell backward, laughing again.
Christ
. Just what he needed, three drunk women.
The brunette inside the cottage lifted the window, freeing the blonde’s hair, which sent her stumbling backward and crashing into his chest. There was no ignoring the feel of her seductive curves beneath the thin layer of fabric. Her hair was a thick, tangled mess. She looked up at him with eyes the color of rich cocoa and lips sweet enough to taste. The air around them pulsed with heat. Christ, she was beautiful.
“Whoa. You okay?” he asked. He told his arms to let her go, but there was a disconnect, and his hands remained stuck to her waist.
“It’s…It’s not what it looks like.” She dropped her eyes to her hands, clutching his forearms, and she released him fast, as if she’d been burned. She took a step back and helped the brunette to her feet. “We were…”
“They were trying to close our window, Officer.” A tall, dark-haired man came around the side of the cottage, wearing a pair of jeans and no shirt. “Kurt Remington.” He held a hand out in greeting and shook his head at the women, now holding on to each other, giggling and whispering.
“Officer Caden Grant.” He shook Kurt’s hand. “We’ve had some trouble with break-ins lately. Do you know these women?” His eyes swept over the tall blonde. He followed the curve of her thighs to where they disappeared beneath her nightshirt, then drifted up to her full breasts, finally coming to rest on her beautiful dark eyes. It had been a damn long time since he’d been this attracted to a woman.
“Of course he knows us.” The hot blonde stepped forward, arms crossed, eyes no longer wide and warm, but narrow and angry.
He hated men who leered at women, but he was powerless to refrain from drinking her in for one last second. The other two women were lovely in their own right, but they didn’t compare to the tall blonde with fire in her eyes and a body made for loving.
Kurt nodded. “Yes, Officer. We know them.”
“God, you guys. What the heck?” the dark-haired woman asked through the open window.
“You were waking the dead,” the tall blonde answered.