Chapter 26 Ryder #2
“You did it!” she shouts, rocking up onto the balls of her feet impatiently.
She rushes to me once my feet hit dry land, wrapping her arms around my middle.
“I really thought I was going to have to obsess about that all night. Or pull around one of the machines myself to try to pull that out. Oh man, I was trying to do math on how quickly silt can build up under there and prevent the wheel from moving even when we do get the log out.” She lets out a long breath.
“Thank you. For once again ending up in my stream.”
I nod, eyeing my jeans because now that the log has been moved, it feels incredibly weird to be pantsless at a party, even if this area is about as peaceful and secluded as it can be. “Anything for you, Evie.”
That, and Evie’s hug is giving my body some wild ideas that jeans can usually cover up a lot better than underwear.
But rather than letting me go, she rests her head on my chest.
And yeah, I think I’d choose a hug from Evie over pants any day.
I wrap my arms around her, leaving a kiss on her head and doing my best to ignore the breeze on my legs.
Especially because she’s pressed right up against me and as much as I try to just think about baseball, the thought of Evie keeps winning out.
I push her gently away. “I gotta put my pants on. I’m cold,” I tell her, angling myself away from her.
“Why?”
I snort. “Is that just your go-to question? I’m cold because I just went in a freezing stream to free your water wheel.”
She’s quiet for a moment, her lips pursed, before she closes the distance between us, her arms wrapping around my waist and her lips gently brushing along the line of my jaw.
And… there is no way I’m keeping anything a secret now.
She must know.
She’s pressed right up against me, our bodies creating a very enjoyable sort of pressure.
“Is that another not-a-kiss?” I ask.
She blinks up at me. “Only if you want it to be. Or not to be.”
I brush her hair out of her face in that way that always makes her eyes close and her lips part.
“I like calling it a kiss,” I say, my hand falling to the back of her neck so I can feel more than just the passing hint of her lips.
She nods, her face angling up toward mine. “Me too.”
I brush my lips against hers before my brain catches up, my tongue winding into her mouth as her fingers grip my sides and her stomach presses into mine.
My dick throbs with the contact, and inside my head I war with myself, reminding the very horny parts of me that we are outside.
At a party. Down, boy, for Christ’s sake.
Of course, it’s also quite romantic. The plinking of the water wheel drowns out any errant noise from the party, the stars above us twinkling. The water wheel is important to Eve, but it's ultimately nestled in a private little alcove, out of the way unless you're actively seeking it out.
And Eve is really not helping as she pushes her hands underneath my shirt, her fingers digging into the skin of my abs and drifting places.
“Eve,” I murmur, pulling away from her only long enough to say her name.
Her hand brushes very intentionally over my dick.
“Ryder,” she mimics, except while her name on my lips was a plea, my name on hers is like fire through my veins.
“Eve,” I repeat, moving with the intention of taking her hand off my dick but ending up just holding it in place, squeezing her hand tighter around me.
“You’ve taken such good care of me over the past few days,” she says, adding more pressure as her other hand finds the back of my neck and pulls my lips to hers.
And I can’t resist her.
I lean into her, struggling to keep my breathing steady as I slip my tongue into her mouth, desperate to be ever closer to her.
“I kind of want to take care of you too,” she says, as her lips drag along my neck and her fingers glide beneath my waistband. She grabs hold of me, and I lose all my breath, my muscles taut as she pumps me.
I tip my head back as her lips move lower, brushing over my collarbone, my chest, my stomach.
And when I turn my gaze to her again, she’s on her knees in front of me. Her hand continues that languid, indulgent motion along my dick as she opens her mouth, her tongue so faintly grazing the underside of my dick.
“Fuck,” I murmur as she takes me into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine.
I weave my hand into her hair, careful not to push too deep but desperate to hold onto any part of her that I can reach.
Her nails dig into my thighs as her hands roam, every touch sending another shiver down my spine, urging me to rock forward into her mouth.
But I keep hold of myself.
Just barely.
Even when she swirls her tongue along my head, a light moan escaping her throat.
Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks me, and—
I watch as her free hand slips between her legs, tugging her dress up ever so slightly. She rubs herself, the view so unfairly hidden beneath the hem but the effect the same regardless.
I have to fuck this woman.
Have to.
“Evie,” I say, my head tipping back again as she takes me particularly deep. I groan as I say, “Evie, stand up.”
She continues pumping me as she rears back. “What’s wrong?”
“I need to fuck you. Now. Please. Stand up.”
She’s barely regained her balance before I grab her arm and tug her toward the barn. I briefly consider dragging her up to the second floor where there’s a nice bed and a gorgeous view, but that feels so far.
So instead, I press her up against the side of the barn, the water wheel creaking and clicking happily next to us.
And I waste no time hoisting her up, pulling her knee around my hip and kissing her with everything I’ve got. She moans into my mouth, the sound spurring me harder, and I reach between her legs, my fingers trailing along the edge of her underwear until I find that wet heat.
“Fuck, Evie.” I swipe my fingers along her slickness and suck them clean. “You taste like heaven.”
“Fuck me,” she says, tugging my face back down to hers.
I nod as I take a step away from her, letting her feet drop to the ground. Her brow furrows as she reaches for me, trying to pull me close again.
I take my dick in my hand, so unbelievably ready to be inside her.
“Turn around. Hands on the barn.”