Frayed Rope (25 page)

I feel the warmth of the oil connect with my back. Ryder wastes no time making me forget the previous comment.

His strong hands work my body like none other before. Shoulders, hips, thighs, calves and back to the top again. He reaches my hips on round three and if it wasn't for the mess in my head I would’ve fallen asleep by now.

I feel the warmth of his lips above my ass at the bottom of the longest scar. It starts above the right buttock and crosses up to below my left shoulder blade. His lips travel the length of it and when he gets to the top, he starts at the next one and works his way back down.

I don't know how much time has passed, a few minutes, an hour? But when I feel his hands turning my hips to roll me over onto my back I open my eyes.

Ryder moves so his weight is settled above me and his face inches from mine. His hands cradle my head while his fingers sift into my hair.

“Met a lot of women in my life, babe. Some good, some shit, and some extremely messed up. Not one person in life you meet is perfect, but Elle, I’ll tell you right now, regardless of what you may think of yourself, you’re the closest to perfect I’ve ever met.”

“Ryd-”

“You’re beautiful babe, and not just because of what's on the outside, but because you recognize things in people that others don't. Because you know how to look after yourself without others having to do things for you. You’re beautiful babe because regardless of what happened to you, regardless of the marks on your skin, you stick up for yourself and tell people, including me, how it is.

“You’re beautiful because you help old people like Mr. Clemens when he fell. And before you freak out, I got a hit on your name through the 911 call you made.”

I chuckle a little. He leans down and presses his lips to my jaw, working his way to my ear before he continues.

“I’m not here just because of those beautiful green eyes and your wonderful body babe, I’m here because I know you’re
you
. And regardless of what other people may think, or regardless of the way people may want you to act, men included, you still remain the same person.

“That's what’s beautiful about you Elle, and I’m going to hang onto it as long as you’ll let me.”

He pulls his face out of my neck. I can’t hide the tears that have formed in my eyes. One sneaks out and rolls down my face but before it has its chance to reach the pillows, his lips catch it and the other two that follow.

It’s time.

I reach my hands up and push them into his long dark hair. I pull his face away from mine and settle my eyes on his.

“Show me how well you’ll hang onto me Ryder.”

I whisper before bringing his mouth down to mine.

What started off as a slow kiss quickly turned heated when I press his mouth harder to mine.

I want him now, more than ever. This is not just lust; this is wanting to feel something deep within another human being you have an intense connection with.

One of his arms snakes under my back while the other fists in my hair. I move my hands between us, down his firm hard chest and over the ripples of his abdomen before I reach his boxers.

No holding back, I hook my hands underneath and over his firm rear pushing them down as far as I can before letting my feet take over, pushing them the rest of the way.

He cooperates, of course, and kicks them off the end of the bed. I allow my hands to wander over his firm backside as his hands move toward my breasts. When his fingers meet my nipples and my hands pull his groin to mine, we both moan out in unison.

“More,” I moan as his hands tease and pull my nipples.

He moves his mouth to latch on as my hand moves round to his front. I grab him and move my thumb over the tip. His hissing breath doesn’t go unnoticed. I move my hand further down and back up again as his teeth trap my nipple. He then runs his tongue across it.

“Ahhhhh, shit Ry!” I exclaim and grind my core up into his.

“Say it again,” he growls against my chest but I’m lost.

“What?” I rasp, not knowing what he means.

“Ry, baby. You rarely ever call me Ry. It’s handsome, or Ryder. But Ry and handsome are yours beautiful. Say it again,” he says as he latches on to girl number two.

His hands are everywhere and finally one sneaks down between my legs. He cups me while settling his finger in between my folds.

He doesn't move it, just leaves it there and moves his mouth up to mine and growls.

“Again Elle!”

“Jesus! Yes Ry. Ryder. Handsome, whatever, just fucking touch me please!” I wail before his fingers dive into me and then quicker than I could say please he leaps down the bed to put his mouth on me where I need it most.

“Gahhhhh!!! Don't stop!”

His mouth attacks me like a man starved, and I pull the hair on his head to push him closer, harder.

“Not a fucking chance beautiful,” he growls against my pussy, bringing back memories.

He doesn't stay long as I pull him roughly by the hair to yank him back up my body.

“I gave you it all handsome; I need you inside me now,” I rasp before his mouth settles on mine.

It’s a duel of tongues. I can feel him start to slow down the pace we have going, though I’m completely content with it. It’s been a year, and dammit I need him now.

Ryder’s mouth slowly pulls away from mine.

I open my eyes.

“Want you bare babe.”

He must sense my hesitation when my body locks still because he quickly reassures me.

“Haven't had bare since my twenties babe, and only a few times. I’m clean and if you’re prepared I’d rather not have anything between us.”

His tone is gentle, and I know he's not lying. Ryder Callaghan is not a man to go out and knock up random and familiar women, just for the fuck of it. He’s also not a man who would put himself at risk of contracting a disease.

He's too calculated for that. I move my hand to the back of his neck.

“I can’t get pregnant Ryder, but I can catch diseases. Oddly enough I know that's not something you would gamble with. So if you’re okay with me handsome, I’m okay with you.”

I thought he’d dive right in but he wants to talk more.

“I’m tested regularly and I’m clean. So you can’t get pregnant, or you’re on the pill babe? Not asking ‘because I don't trust you. I’m asking because I’d like to know what we’re protected with right now.”

He has every right to ask that question and it makes me respect him more, considering the amount of men in my life who’ve tried to have me without protection.

“Tubes were tied a long time ago Ryder.”

It’s the truth, and I don't need to explain any more than that.

His mouth lowers to mine and this time it’s just passion. Slow, loving passion. His hand continues its work between my legs.

“So wet babe. I need to be inside you.”

His words wash over me. I don't give him time to contemplate taking longer before I grab hold of the wonderful part of him between his legs and aim it toward my center. He takes the hint and removes his hand from between my legs before taking over, pushing my hand out of the way.

“You ready beautiful?” he asks, looking directly into my eyes.

I do nothing but nod and bring my legs up around his back. He reaches underneath my back and holds onto my shoulder while his other hand moves to grasp my hip. He slowly pushes inside.

We both moan at the same time as he enters me. It’s a tight fit.

“Ahhh, Jesus babe you’re tight,” he says through clenched teeth.

“It’s been over a year,” I softly say with my arms around his back.

His eyes shoot to mine before his lips claim my own.

He growls into my mouth before taking my tightening thighs as invitation to start pushing a little deeper.

“Jesus Elle, a year? I can feel it babe, I don’t want to stop. Hang on beautiful, and if it’s too much you let me know.”

This is the last thing he says before slowly but steadily pushing the rest of the way in. I wrap my legs tighter around his body in preparation for the fucking of my life.

I don't get that.

He moves his arm down and under my hips, cradling my face with the other before pulling out and pushing back in.

“Gonna savor you as best I can right now beautiful. I don’t know how much I can hold back because you’re so fuckin' tight but I promise I will never come before you do.”

He seals his mouth to my nipple. I wonder if there ever was such a man that waited until his woman came before he did.

He’ll prove me correct.

No part of my body is left untouched.

His body is like a well-oiled machine, pumping relentlessly slow but steady in thrust, hell bent on making me come. I know it won’t take long with the steady pace he has going.

“I’m close Ry,” I whisper. I can’t do much else, he has me there and soon I know I won’t be able to speak at all.

“Give it to me beautiful, give me everything you have,” he says before his mouth crashes down against mine. His thumb works its way between us to circle my clit.

All it takes is a few small circles around my nub, combined with a few more deep thrusts to bring it home.

“Don’t stop Ryder! Don’t stop! I’m coming!!!”

I wail as Ryder continues his relentless rhythm driving into my core like he too hasn’t felt the warmth of another human being for a long time.

He doesn't slow down and he doesn't lose any stamina. He’s literally driving his shaft home while keeping his eyes glued to my face, studying me to make sure I’m enjoying this as much as he is. 

“Look at me Elle!” he growls as my head rolls back on the pillow.

I do my best to connect my eyes with his, but it’s incredibly hard to keep them open when I’m shaking from head to toe. My orgasm is still going, and once my greens finally connect with his black’s, he finally let’s go.

“Arggghhh, fuck babe!”

His voice vibrates through my body before I feel his release inside me. Our chests are heaving. Sweat coats our bodies but doesn’t deter either of us to let go yet. He rests his forehead on my own before he speaks.

“When you come babe you keep your eyes on mine, every goddamn time. You get me babe? I need that.”

I nod my head, speech difficult.

“Get you Ry.”

Rigor has set in and my body stays locked onto his, not willing to let go.

It was beautiful.

It left me breathless.

I’m home.

* * *

Strong arms come around me and roll me onto my side. His warmth surrounds me and we still remain joined as one; body, soul, and a little of my mind.

I’d love so badly to remain in this moment completely and utterly with him but the thing about the mind, especially mine, is it never, or rarely, shuts off.

“Stop thinking babe.”