13. Torey
Chapter 13
Torey
“ T he winner,” Sheriff Cook began with a teasing expression on his rugged face. Who knew the famously gruff lawman had such a flair for showmanship? “Based on the show they put on, it’s no surprise they brought in the biggest haul for tonight’s event, all of which will go to the Holiday Grove Shelter for Women this is nothing compared to that.”
“But in enemy territory, I know what I’m doing.”
I nodded. “Okay, think of all the international women you’ll be able to woo with your new dance skills.”
His jaw clenched, and his nostrils flared as his hands gripped me forcefully. And then, he began to move.
Dancing with Ryan, his big body guiding my next steps, was like a dream come true. He was a quick study, which was good for the dance competition but terrible for my mental state. His closeness, his scent, and his capable body only brought forth memories of our encounter. Of his big body making me feel good, the sounds he made. “Dammit.” I stopped dancing and took a step back.
“What? Did I step on your toes?”
“No, you did good. Really good, in fact.”
“So?”
“So, I think the lesson was successful. Good job.” My gaze darted around the room, looking anywhere but at Ryan’s curious green eyes.
He crossed his arms over his massive chest. “What the hell is going on, Torey? If I did something to make you uncomfortable, just tell me.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Nothing?” He took a step forward, daring me to lie to his face. “Liar.”
Definitely. “Okay fine, it’s none of your business.”
He took another step closer until my back was pressed against the wall and he was pressed against my front. “I’m making it my business.”
My pulse kicked up, and my throat went dry at the dark and determined look in his eyes. “Ryan.”
“I can do this all night.”
My anger mixed with lust, and I wasn’t sure what in the hell to do with that other than to run him off with the truth. “Fine, you want to know? I really wanted to kiss you, but I can’t handle being another mistake, so I put some space between us.”
His green eyes darkened to a forest green color, and then his tongue slipped out and slicked across his bottom lip as a growl escaped. His mouth slammed down against mine in a punishing kiss that heated up my whole body and made every limb tremble with need. His tongue was firm and commanding, and that low growl sent a wave of moisture flooding my panties.
It was the best kiss of my entire life, and I wanted more. I wanted everything Ryan had to give me. But not under any circumstances. I pulled back just enough to see his face, to make sure he saw mine. “I want you, Ryan. I want this. But I don’t want to be another regret.”
“I don’t regret it,” he growled. “I could never regret you, Torey.” His mouth was on mine again, hard and full of desire as lips and tongue worked to dissolve every atom in my body until I was nothing more than a pool of lust for the taking.
We kissed for an eternity, like teenagers exploring the newness of nudity and sex. “Your body,” I panted when his shirt came off, but I was too eager to get my lips on his pecs to finish the thought.
“Been wanting to see what’s under this dress since you walked into the community center.” His gaze was dark with heat as he peeled the rest of the dress off me, leaving me in nothing but the lacy black one-piece that held everything in place. “Holy fuck, Torey. You’ve had this on under here all night?”
I nodded as his teeth and then his lips skated along the length of my neck and then across my collarbone, his scruff a gentle roughness against that sensitive skin. “Yes!”
Soon enough we were naked, and Ryan laid me out on the sofa while his hands danced across my skin. “You’re so beautiful, Torey. So soft everywhere.” His lips kissed every inch of my skin before his broad shoulders pushed my thighs apart and his tongue found where I was wet and swollen.
“Ryan,” I cried out and gripped his head as I rolled my hips in time with every flick of his tongue. “Don’t stop.” He made me hungry and needy. The way his mouth made me feel was out of this world, and it had me saying things I didn’t often say. “Fuck, I love your mouth.”
At my words, he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, instead he intensified his moves until my body shook violently, and his name fell from my lips while he made animalistic sounds against me, the vibrations just what I needed to push me into the abyss of bliss.
“Ryan!” My back arched off the sofa, and my legs wrapped around him as I rode out my orgasm. “Goodness!” Had any orgasm ever been so powerful? So all-consuming? I had no answer, but when Ryan left my pussy and began kissing his way up my body, there was only one thing in my mind.
More.
“I can’t resist you, Torey, and I’m sick of trying.” He kissed my collarbones and then my jaws. The corners of my mouth. My mouth. “See how good you taste.”
It was something completely out of my comfort zone, but as his lips pressed against mine, I loved the taste of us together. It was unlike anything I’d ever tasted, but it was salty and sweet and slightly musky. I moaned.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
My lips pulled into a smile. “Yes, please.” He filled me slowly, the blunt head of his cock took its time as it sank in. Slow and deep. “Fuck.”
“Good?”
“Amazing.” I pulsed around him. “Better once you start moving.”
“Yes ma’am.” With those two words, Ryan pulled out and sank deep over and over, adding more pressure with every stroke. The sensation of him stretching me out and pounding deep was irresistible, and each move only brought me closer and closer to the edge.
“Ryan,” I panted because my brain ceased to work or remember anything other than his name. “Yes, Ryan.” His triceps flexed under my palms, and I held on tight, matching him stroke for stroke, strangling his cock like the greedy bitch I was. “More. Please.”
His lips stretched into a tight grin as he shifted positions, on his knees with my ankles beside his ears as he fucked me harder and deeper. His fingertips dug into my thighs, possessive as his lips brushed my ankles, a determined expression on his face.
“Ryan,” I cried out. “I’m-,”
“I know, I feel you. Let go, Torey. Let. Go. Now.” He punctuated every word with a deep stroke that pushed and pushed until I flew off the edge.
“Holy shit!” My body went taut for what felt like an eternity before pleasure snapped me in half. My skin was hot, on fire actually, as my limbs went limp while pleasure shook me. “Wow!”
Ryan let out a satisfied smile as he released my legs and pressed his chest to mine, his hips moving like a wild stallion as he chased his pleasure until he splintered with his own orgasm. “Torey, fuck babe. You’re going to kill me,” he panted when his orgasm subsided.
His words washed over me like the erotic compliment it was, and I felt a satisfied smile stretch across my face. I struggled to catch my breath even minutes later, but when I finally did, my eyes found Ryan’s, hooded and still full of desire. “That was…wow.”
His lips twitched. “You already said that.”
“I know but…holy shit, why is it like this with us?” A thought occurred to me. “Is it always like this for you?”
He laughed. “Fuck no. This is like something out of this world, Tor.”
“Agreed. Totally.” I knew this feeling well, this infatuation mixed with affection. I’d been here before and I’d been wrong before too. Just enjoy the sex, I told myself as our bodies separated and we turned to face each other. “Is this weird?”
“Nope. Is it weird for you?”
I pushed up on my forearm to take in the beauty that was Ryan and shook my head. “I feel like it should be weird, but it feels natural. Maybe it’s because we’ve been in each other’s lives since forever?”
“Maybe. Or maybe it’s because things burn so hot between us that it transcends anything we know.”
Holy hot shit! “Yeah, maybe.” My gaze raked over his beautiful body and a slow smile formed on my lips. “You have certainly grown up, Ryan.”
He laughed. “Thanks?”
I took advantage of this moment in time and let my fingertips dance along his skin, bronzed as hell despite the red hair, freckles, and green eyes. Ripped to shit from head to toe, my mouth watered. “I’m serious, this is like a work of, oh Ryan.” I saw the wound, pink and puckered on his abdomen. “How does it feel?”
He looked down and then met my gaze. “Not good, but it’s fine. It’s the one in my thigh that worries me.” He looked away and sat up, greedily taking in his strong, thick legs.
There in the middle of his right thigh was another raw wound. I gently rubbed around the pink area. “Is it bad?”
He shook his head. “You can touch it.” His lips curled into a smirk at his words. “When I’m on it too much, it aches which means I’m a liability to my men when we’re hiking twenty kilometers in the desert or the mountains.”
“Ryan,” I sighed. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want your pity, Torey.”
I laughed. “It’s not sympathy, I’m sad and mad that you were hurt. And I’m pissed that you think I’d ever pity you.” I smacked his arm with the back of my hand. “What the hell is there to pity? The fact that you’re strong and capable? A badass? A beast in bed? Oh no, poor baby.” I rolled my eyes for dramatic effect.
Ryan let out a harsh laugh. “Okay fine, I get your point.” He pulled me on top of him and wiggled his brows. “A beast in bed, huh?”
I nodded. “You know you are.” I placed my hands on his chest and sat astride him. “And I really don’t feel sorry for you, Ry. I’m sad that one stupid bullet may take the thing you love away from you.”
“That was just the right thing to say,” he growled and flipped me onto my back. “How am I ever gonna get enough of you, Torey?”
Before I could tell him he didn’t have to, he slid deep and erased all words and thoughts from my mind. This wasn’t the dance lesson I planned.
This was so much better.