Fireworks: Riley (3 page)

“Yes, sir. I can see that.” He glanced at Maggie and she winked back at him, turning her head to hide her smile when he blushed bright red.

“I’m not passing up the chance,” Sam said, coming up behind them and tossing in his backpack. “I know how rare these occasions are, and by this time next week I’m going to be stuck in a jungle that makes this place look like a palace. I don’t even care that I’m going to have to sit by the annoying blonde.”

Maggie arched a brow at Sam, always delighted to see the rogue, and laughed when he took her hand and kissed the back of it.

“I’m not talking about you, my love,” he said, devilishly. “I’d never call you annoying.”

“At least not to my face,” she said wryly.

“Oh, no. I would,” he nodded. “If you were annoying, I’d tell you so.”

“Can you shut up so we can go?” Roxanne yelled from the back seat of the Jeep.

Sam shook his head and moved to get in the car. “It’s a shame really. She’s quite attractive. Even more so if she never opened her mouth.”

“Lord, how has some woman not tried to murder him?” Maggie asked.

“One of life’s little mysteries.” Riley touched the small of her back to guide her into the front seat of the Jeep, and even that small amount of contact had her blood running hot and moisture pooling between her thighs.

The ride into Cairo seemed to take a lifetime, and she could feel the tension between them as they sat thigh to thigh on the bench seat.

The sun blazed like a ball of fire and made the sand shimmer like diamonds as day turned to night. The temperature rapidly cooled, and the lights flickered on across the city until it was washed in a yellow glow.

The Jeep pulled in front of the hotel and parked in a no parking zone, and the guard put a sign on the dash that gave him permission to park where he pleased.

Maggie waited as Riley and the guard got out first and checked the area. An open courtyard with a fountain led to the front of what was otherwise an ordinary building. It was what Americans would call a boutique hotel, only a few stories in height and made of stucco. Black wrought iron railings edged the balconies of the upper floors and the pulse of music from the hotel bar vibrated in her chest. Just because there was a curfew didn’t mean people gave up their pleasures.

“Dr. Bekhit has secured your rooms and your keys are waiting in the mail slots for you to pick up,” the guard said. “I’m to drive you back to the camp after the sun rises in the morning.” With that, the guard left and slipped in the side entrance of the bar.

“Come on, Jay,” Sam said, nudging the younger man in the back to get him moving. “I’ll buy the first round. We can always get a hot shower and find a warm bed later.”

The two men took off, and Roxanne rolled her eyes and huffed out a breath, and then she followed after them. Riley was silent as he led Maggie into the front of the hotel and into the cozy lobby done in bronzes and deep reds. Nerves skittered up her spine and her breath grew shallow. She hadn’t been this nervous on her wedding night. She wasn’t sure why she was so nervous now. Riley was her best friend. Her husband. There was no one else she felt more at ease with.

An envelope with his name written on it waited in one of the mail slots next to the vacant registration counter. A folded sign that said
Closed To New Guests
sat front and center, and then scrawled below it in black it said the management could be found in the bar if there were problems.

“This seems like a safe setup,” Maggie said sarcastically, eyeing the old-fashioned key Riley had dumped out into his hand from the envelope. They made their way to the elevator, open and waiting for them.

“Probably not any less safe than most hotel rooms. There’s no such thing as an impenetrable lock.”

“That’s very comforting, my love. I’m sure to sleep soundly tonight.”

His hand touched her lower back as they entered the elevator and she turned toward him as the doors closed behind them. His fingers toyed with the hem of her shirt and then slid under it, so he touched the flesh just above her slacks. Her skin heated and her breath caught as his hand skimmed up her ribs and stopped just below the lace covering her breasts.

He leaned down and stopped a hairsbreadth from her lips and said, “I don’t think you’ll have to worry about sleeping tonight.”

And just like that the nervousness that she’d been feeling disappeared and was replaced with the warm glow of anticipation. Then his mouth took hers in a scorching kiss and the warm glow turned into a blazing inferno. His touch was so familiar, yet the hunger and desperation in his kiss was something she hadn’t felt in a while. Her senses exploded as his tongue licked and stroked against her.

Her fingers grasped his hips for balance and she moaned as he bit at her bottom lip. It still amazed her that something as simple as a kiss could take her right to the edge, where she floated somewhere between a dream and complete oblivion.

“I missed you,” he growled against her lips.

Dizziness swept over her as he spun their positions so her back pressed against the elevator wall. His cock felt like steel against her stomach and she hooked a leg around his waist, wanting to feel that hardness against her very core. Her pussy was slicked with desire and she cried out as he grabbed her hair and pulled back her head. His lips trailed wet kisses down her neck and his other hand flicked open the front closure of her bra. Her full breasts spilled into his hands and he groaned as he tested their weight, tweaking her nipples between his fingers.

“God, Riley,” she moaned. “I’m going to come. Just by having your hands on me.” She’d lost her mind. She didn’t care that they were in a public elevator or that there were cameras mounted in the corners. Her nails scraped down his chest until they reached the button of his pants and she jerked it open and stuck her hand inside, grasping the hard, hot length of him.

“Jesus, Maggie. We can’t do this here.” She could feel his pulse pounding in the base of his cock and she squeezed him harder.

“Sure we can,” she purred. “No one will know. Hard and fast. At least the first time.”

His thumb and forefinger clamped hard on her nipple, the razor sharp edge of pain taking her to the brink of an orgasm.

“I see you’ve forgotten who gets to be the boss in the bedroom.” He pried her grasp from around his dick and took control of her other wayward hand, confining both wrists with one of his larger hands.

“Maybe you need to remind me.” Her smile was challenging and he answered with one of his own.

Riley looked over his shoulder and saw the elevator doors were wide open. He had no idea how long they’d been stopped, but was grateful they didn’t have an audience. He untangled her leg from around his waist and put some space between them. Her hair was mussed and her cheeks flushed, and her gray eyes had darkened to the color of storm clouds. Her lips were red and swollen from his kisses and the top button of her shirt had come undone, her breasts teasing him with a glimpse of plump flesh every time she inhaled. She’d never looked more beautiful.

His eyes never left hers and he kept hold of her wrists, knowing if he gave her the chance her hot little hand would be wrapped back around his cock, and too much more of that would be his undoing. He’d take her where they stood and say to hell with it all.

Riley backed her out of the elevator and down the hall toward their room. Their gazes were locked, as if in a trance, and then her back hit the door of their room. He lifted her wrists above her head and pressed them against the door and then he took her mouth in another kiss. He’d missed her taste. The way she whimpered when he nipped at her lips.

He dug the key out of his pocket and made himself take a step back before unlocking the door and pushing his way inside the room.

“I need a shower.” He tossed the key on the entry table and dropped his backpack to the floor, and kept walking her backward until they reached the bathroom. Neither of them stopped to take in their surroundings. They only had eyes for each other.

“I’d be happy to help you with that.” Her voice was soft and rasped against his skin like velvet. “I could use one myself. But you’ll have to let go of my hands if I’m going to help you—” She paused and her gaze raked down his body, stopping at the very obvious bulge behind his zipper “—get clean.”

He let go of her wrists and took another step back, just to be safe. He couldn’t trust himself. The need pounding through his veins felt like a bomb on the verge of detonation. An animal raged inside of him and pure lust tore through his system.

“I’m in control here, Maggie.” He arched a brow and smiled, knowing she’d take it as a challenge. “We’re going to do things my way tonight. And if you promise to do exactly as I tell you, maybe you’ll get that spanking you were asking for after all.”

Her breath came in shallow pants at the suggestion and her eyelids half closed, as if she were already imagining the sting of his hand against her skin. Their sexual relationship had started as a fantasy three years before—the challenge of dominance mixed with a little bit of kink—and Riley had no idea at the time that Maggie had never experimented with the toys and clamps and restraints he’d introduced to her during their first sexual encounter. But she hadn’t been afraid and she hadn’t shied away from him. She’d dared him to push her farther and become more daring. And better yet, she loved every fucking minute of it.

“Don’t move,” he commanded.

The bathroom was quite spacious, and now that he had a chance to look around he realized it was actually very nice. It was done in shades of cream and gold and a large square tub sat in the middle of the room, obviously meant for two. He had plenty of ideas about the tub for later, but for now efficiency was the goal.

The walk-in shower was spacious and didn’t have a door, and he thought the small square tiles that lined the floor all the way to the ceiling with Egyptian motifs a nice touch. A bench sat at one end of the shower and a giant showerhead hung from the ceiling, along with three others that were on the shower walls. It was perfect.

He turned on the nozzle and tested the water, knowing that Maggie liked her showers on the hot side, and then he turned back to his wife as the room started to fill with steam.

“Take off your clothes.”

“Please?” She said, arching a brow.

“Take them off,” he said, not giving an inch.

She shivered at the command in his voice and her fingers went to the buttons on her shirt. They slipped free one by one and then she shrugged the shirt from her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Her bra was still open and it fell on top of the shirt a second later. And then her fingers paused at the drawstring of her linen pants.

“Do it.” His heart pounded in his chest as she pulled slowly at the string. “Let me see that sweet pussy, baby. And how wet you are for me.”

“Lets find out.” She tugged the pants down over her hips and they pooled at her feet before she stepped out of them, and she was left in nothing but the white lace panties that had matched her bra.

Riley could see the slick folds of her pussy beneath the damp lace, and he sucked in a breath at the sight of her, so ready to take him. He jerked at the buttons of his own shirt, sending a couple skittering across the floor, and tossed it to the side. His cock was strangled in his pants and he unzipped them carefully, removing them and his underwear with one tug, until he stood naked before her.

His cock stood rock hard and ready, straight out from his body, and her gaze was transfixed upon it. She licked her lips once and he swore he felt that gentle touch of her tongue all the way up his shaft.

He squeezed the base of his shaft and said, “Finish it, Maggie. I want to see all of you.”

Her thumbs toyed with the elastic of the delicate lace and she lowered them slowly. And then she blew his fucking mind by turning her back to him and bending over, sliding them all the way to the floor.

He barely recognized the primal growl that escaped his throat and he squeezed his dick tighter, holding back the come that was threatening to spill. His hands itched to touch the round globes of her ass. Her body was exactly as he’d always loved in a woman. A tactile marvel he never tired of—her breasts full and lush, her waist dipping in, and her hips flaring out gently. Her skin was smooth and soft and she kept the golden hair between her legs waxed bare. She was completely open to him, the slick folds of her pussy drenched with need.

“Enough,” he rasped. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, knowing exactly the power she held over him. The game they played was never one-sided. “Get in the shower.”

“Killjoy,” she pouted.

She walked into the shower and he followed behind her, stepping beneath the hot spray. He’d spent a week with nothing more than cold sponge baths and he closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the feel of the shower. He sighed when he felt Maggie’s hands stroke over his chest, the lather of soap slick against his skin as she washed him. It was pure torture. And pure heaven.

He had to touch her. It was impossible to be that close and not have physical contact. They washed each other quickly, their motions more hurried the longer they touched and teased. His arms went around her, his hands flat against her back as he pulled her flush against his body and took her lips in a kiss that left them both breathless.

One of his hands slid down her ass and delved into the creamy folds of her sex, ready and swollen and waiting for him. There was so much he wanted to do—taste her, explore her, and have her do the same to him—but the basic need of mating took over.

His hands clenched into her ass and he pressed her against the tiles of the shower wall, lifting her, feeling her legs entwine around his waist. His cock was so hard it was painful, and he told himself to take it slow. No matter how wet and ready she was, his size was always an adjustment.

The head of his cock found the slickened folds of her pussy and he pushed against her, drinking in her gasps and whimpers as he invaded her completely. His balls drew tight against his body and his head fell back onto his shoulders as he struggled to get control of himself and not have it end before it had barely begun.