Chapter 27 Eve
EVE
Ithought Ryder was hot in the suit. In his lumberjack costume. Shirtless in my bed.
None of those moments have anything on watching him desperately pump his dick and bossing me around.
I spin, placing my hands on the barn in front of me and sticking my ass out for him.
His hand trails along my side, grabbing the hem of my dress and pulling it slowly over my head.
The cold nips at my skin as he palms my ass, his fingers gentle but strong as they wind up underneath my underwear and slowly pull them down.
Every sensation is amplified. The tug of my underwear against my thighs. The lightest swipe of his fingers between my legs.
I cry out at his touch, pushing my ass back toward him in a desperate plea for more.
“Evie,” he groans. He pops the clasp of my bra, one hand trailing down over my hip and reaching around me to settle between my legs, the other cupping my breast. He pulls me tight against him, swiping at my core as I claw at his neck. “Fuck, you are so wet for me.”
“Ryder, please.”
He hums, his lips brushing lightly along my neck. He nips at the skin just below my ear and I shiver into him.
I hear the crinkle of a condom unwrapping, and a moment later, he aligns his dick with my entrance, swiping gently before pressing inside.
I cry out as he pushes deep, so full of him.
“Fuck, Evie,” he grumbles, pulsing into me gently while I get used to his size. His arm wraps around my ribs, holding me in place as he moves.
And my arms just about give out against the barn. I cling to him instead, my fingers digging into his forearm and my opposite hand tugging on the back of his neck. As he moves faster, my nipples just barely graze the side of the barn.
He keeps two fingers on my clit, swiping at me as his thrusts become harder, faster.
And soon I feel that tension pooling in my core, the telltale tightness growing as my orgasm crests.
“Ryder,” I breathe, my nails digging into his skin.
“Yes, Evie,” he whispers. “I can feel how close you are.” He lets out a low groan. “Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you come.”
With his words, the dam breaks. I cry out as the sensation overtakes me, my limbs going tingly as he extracts every ounce of pleasure from me.
As I struggle to catch my breath, he slows his pace, his hands running so lightly over my bare skin and leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake.
“Feel good?” he asks, pressing kisses into my neck as he slips out of me.
I nod, desperate to feel his lips on me again.
“Can I give you another one?” he asks, turning me by my hips so I’m facing him.
He kisses me, his tongue winding demandingly into my mouth and his dick still thick and hard between us.
I pump him, and he groans into my mouth, his body curling around mine like he’s as desperate for me as I am for him.
I nod, hooking my knee around his waist as he grabs my ass, hoisting me up against the barn.
When he presses inside me again, the sensation is almost too much. He moves slowly, leaving sloppy, wet kisses all along my neck as he lifts my leg over his arm, opening me further to him. He goes deeper—almost too deep—and my second orgasm builds rapidly.
My foot finds purchase and I press my hips higher, letting him deeper. We swallow each other’s moans as his pace builds again, his muscles taut as he fills me repeatedly.
And I only realize when my foot slips that I had been balancing it on the water wheel.
The movement temporarily distracts both of us, Ryder glancing over his shoulder when he sees the wheel start moving again out of the corner of his eye.
He slips out of me gently, holding up one finger to tell me to wait, and grabs hold of the water wheel, pushing on it to stop it and forcing it in the other direction.
He turns to me. “Did you know it was this easy to move?”
I shrug. “I mean, the stream isn’t that deep. And it is a wheel.”
He bites his lip, a grin spreading across his face as he grabs me, positioning my back against the wheel.
“Hold on here,” he says, pulling my hands up above my head and resting them on one of the planks.
“Ryder, I don’t know what’s running through that wild head of yours—”
“Keep your ass on that plank,” he says, pushing on the wheel so my arms stretch out above me. He pushes my hips back, the bottom of my ass connecting with a plank and—
It lifts me off the ground. The plank is wet and I don’t even want to think about the mud I’m going to have on me by the time we’re done, but as he uses one hand to control how the water wheel moves, it quickly dawns on me just the image he had in his mind.
With my weight, the wheel seems less inclined to move as it was, but with Ryder’s gentle coaxing, it lifts me higher.
“Spread your legs, Evie,” he says, letting the water wheel drift just enough that I’m slightly concerned about falling on my head on the other side.
“Ryder, I’m going to fall,” I say, holding on with a death grip as my foot searches for solid ground below me. I hesitantly move one hand to a plank below me in an attempt to control whatever fall I might take.
Or maybe that’s just a dormant fear of heights telling me this water wheel is going to toss me like a rag doll the second Ryder comes and lets go.
“No, you’re not, Evie. I’ve got you,” he says, one hand on my knee as he pulls the water wheel forward slightly, his thumb grazing along my thigh without ever moving an inch.
“I think you’re going to like this,” he says, his head dipping forward and placing a delicate kiss just below my belly button.
And… I don’t hate it, so far.
He pushes on the wheel, lifting me a few inches higher, and presses on my thighs to open them.
“If you have two hands on me, that means zero are on the water wheel and I’m going to plummet headfirst to the ground.”
He stops touching me, holding his hands up in surrender, and that creates an all-new sort of panic. “Eve, I’m not going to let you plummet anywhere. I have my foot on it,” he says, eyebrows raised. “But if you’re too nervous, we can stop.”
I shake my head. “Please don’t stop.”
He runs his hands along my thighs, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to my stomach again.
And then he lets the water wheel take me higher, his hands trailing along my legs as he presses a kiss to the crease of my thigh. “Spread, Evie.”
I rest my feet on the plank directly below the one I’m sitting on and let my knees fall open. He groans as his fingers find my core, swirling around my clit once, twice, and pressing gently inside me.
“Oh fuck,” I murmur, as all fears of death vanish, the only thing on my mind the man who’s touching me so perfectly.
When he leans forward, taking my clit in his mouth, I see stars. My body goes taut as he sucks at me, his fingers keeping up that perfect rhythm until the hand that was previously holding me in place is tangled in his hair, begging for more.
I can feel his groan in my core, his quiet desperation building.
Where he was gentle before, he grabs me needily now. His fingers dig into the flesh of my thigh and reach up to squeeze my breast.
He’s a live wire ready to snap, and I’ve never been so excited to watch someone explode.
He extracts every ounce of pleasure from me as my thighs clench around his face, then slowly pulls the creaking and cracking water wheel down, stopping only when he can kiss me languidly.
“I love the way you taste,” he says against my lips, before his tongue snakes into my mouth.
I melt into him, my breathing still heavy as his hand slips between my knees.
“Evie, I want you so bad,” he murmurs, pressing my legs wide again.
I nod, one hand still above my head and holding onto the plank for dear life. “I want you too,” I say, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I feel spent. Tired. Ready for sleep so I can wake up to him.
But what I want most right now is to feel him come. To see him unravel in the same way I already did. Twice.
We’ve been building toward this moment for so long. Since that first day when I pushed him into the stream. Since he put on his little lumberjack costume. Over the three days he took care of me, his biggest concern making sure I was okay.
"I want to feel you," I say.
He pauses, one eyebrow raising as he digests the meaning of my words. "Yeah?"
I nod. "Please."
He takes a second to remove the condom, his eyes fluttering shut when he finally slips inside me.
He kisses my neck, nipping lightly at the skin there, and throws my leg over his arm just like he did when he fucked me against the barn.
He moves deliberately, giving me slow, long strokes that send tingles throughout my body.
And then he tugs the water wheel down, seating himself so deep inside me that I whimper, grabbing hold of the plank above me hard enough that I feel it move.
And… break.
I glance up, noting that the end that detached from the water wheel looks clean. Like we might just be able to find a fresh screw and no one would ever notice.
“Oh fuck,” he grumbles, pausing for a moment to stare at it. “That must have been where the log gut stuck.”
I shake my head. “We’ll worry about it later. Just fuck me,” I say, running my hands up underneath his t-shirt and feeling his rock-hard body as his attention focuses back on me. He tugs the water wheel down a little further, seating himself deep inside me.
“Good, Evie?”
I nod, clinging to him. “God, you’re just big.”
He groans, kissing my neck again. “So this is how I get you to be nice to me?”
“I am nice to you.”
He nods, pressing deep again and causing me to throw my head back.
“I like this kind of nice,” he says, reaching up and thumbing my nipple. “Needy and wet and fucking perfect.”
I moan as he goes deep again, the tingly feeling throughout my bones melting slowly into one of intense pleasure.
“Ryder,” I gasp, as he goes deep again, my hand searching for the board I was hanging onto and coming up empty. I grab whatever else I can, holding on tight as my orgasm rips through me.