Chapter 18
Ryder
I turn my gaze toward my girl. “Baby…” I slide my hand up her back.
Her cheeks are bright red. She’s licking her lips. “I’m not na?ve. I know about blow jobs and stuff.”
I gulp. Blow jobs ? There is no way my innocent girl, who hasn’t had sex and probably hasn’t even seen a penis before, is giving me a blow job.
She bites her lip hard again and releases it. “I thought men liked that sort of thing.”
“Baby, they do. I do. But this isn’t tit for tat. Have you ever seen or touched a cock?”
She glances at my bulging erection. “Pictures,” she whispers.
I continue to rub her back. My dick is going to erupt. “You’re not giving me a blow job before I’ve been inside your pussy, baby.” I search her face. I think she really wants to see my cock. What’s the harm in that? “How about this? If you agree to keep your hands to yourself, I’ll pull it out and stroke it until I come.”
She gives me a nod.
I’ve never jerked off for an audience before, not even an audience of one. But this is Claire. She’s not some random woman I picked up. She’s going to watch me masturbate at times, and I’m going to watch her touch herself, too. Maybe if she sees how large I am and what it looks like when I come, it will ease her mind for when she takes me inside her.
I watch her face as I lift the elastic of my briefs over my cock, letting it out.
She purses her lips and rises to sit on her bottom next to me. It’s like she needs a better view, a front-row seat.
I’m comfortable in my skin. It doesn’t bother me for her to look at me or watch me stroke my cock. In fact, my shaft is growing harder by the second now that I’m watching her.
I wrap my palm around the base and gently slide it up to the tip and back down. “When you stroke me, you don’t have to squeeze very hard,” I inform her.
She nods. Her eyes are wide as she watches me. My gaze remains on her face. Fuck, but she’s amazing.
I ease my hand up and down. I’m going to come faster than ever in my life. After watching my girl orgasm and now seeing her expression as she learns how to handle me, I’m wound so tightly it’s a wonder I haven’t shot my wad all the way across the room.
Her innocence is palpable. I feel like I’ve won the lottery. She watches with rapt attention as I continue to stroke slower than I ordinarily would to avoid coming immediately.
I palm her lower back firmly as my arousal grows. When I can’t hold back another second, I pick up the pace and come in long spurts across my chest.
Claire never looks away, and when I’m completely spent, I finally release my still-hard erection, letting it lie against my torso. Claire surprises me by reaching toward my chest with a finger, dragging it through my come, and bringing it to her mouth.
I can’t breathe while my girl sucks my semen off her finger. After her finger pops out of her mouth, she meets my gaze. “It’s salty.”
I smile languidly.
“And there’s a lot more of it than I expected.”
She’s fucking precious.
“Should I go get a washcloth?”
“Sure, baby. Thank you.”
She slides off the side of the bed and glances around. When she spots my T-shirt at the head of the bed, she reaches toward it.
I stop her with a hand on her wrist. “Leave it off, baby,” I command gently.
“But I’m…naked.”
I smile. “Yeah, and so fucking sexy.” The only thing marring my perfect girl is the fucking bruises on her arms. I’m trying to ignore them. They won’t last forever.
She nods and rushes toward the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with a wet washcloth. Instead of handing it to me, she cleans my chest and heads back to the bathroom.
The next time she returns, I manage to prop myself up on my elbow and watch her. I’ve tucked my cock back into my briefs. She climbs back onto the bed, glancing around. “Can I have my shirt now?”
“No.” It’s stuffed under my pillow. I reach for her and pull her into my arms so that I’m spooning her. I pull the covers over us and tuck my arm under her chest. “I want you naked in our bed,” I whisper in her ear.
“I can’t sleep naked,” she whispers back wearily.
I kiss her neck. “You’ll get used to it.”
“Ryder…”
“Mmm.” I’m not going to back down on this. There’s no way my sexy woman is going to put a barrier between us in bed. I stroke her stomach. “Close your eyes.”
“I’ve never slept with someone before. I won’t be able to rest with you touching me.”
“You will,” I assure her. Also, not optional. She’s not sleeping without my arms around her. I can’t believe I somehow found the perfect woman two days ago, and now I have her in my bed. I don’t even care that we’re surrounded by pink bedding. I’ll put up rose wallpaper if that’s what she wants.
I know she’s not even close to sleeping. Her body is very tense. I keep stroking her skin.
“Can I at least have panties?”
I chuckle. “Nope.”
She sighs. “So bossy.”
“Yep.”
“You’re wearing underwear.”
“Only because my cock would somehow find a way into your tight pussy if I weren’t. After we have sex, I won’t wear briefs either.”
“Why do you get to make all the rules?”
I chuckle again. “I don’t get to make all the rules, just most of them.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m older.”
She groans. “That’s ridiculous. You can’t play that card for fifty years.”
“I bet I can. I think I will. Every time I deny one of your requests, I’ll say it’s because I’m older and know better.”
She twists her head around so she can look me in the eyes. “How is sleeping naked knowing better?”
She makes me smile more than I’ve smiled in ten years. “Because I know that I want your smooth skin against me in the night, and I know I want easy access to your pussy, and I know it’ll keep you needy and aroused.”
I kiss Claire to stop her arguing, loving how she responds to my mouth on hers every time.
She moans into my mouth, pliable and soft within seconds.
When I end the kiss, I give her a squeeze. “Sleep, baby. I set my alarm for three. Does that give you enough time to get ready?”
“Yes. I don’t need much time in the morning.”
“We’ll adjust in the next few days as we figure out our routine.” I pull her closer and kiss her neck again.
She slowly relaxes in my arms, and eventually, her breathing evens out as sleep takes her under.
I stay awake, though. I’m irrationally afraid to sleep for fear she’s an apparition. I can’t believe she’s in my bed. I know in my soul she’s it for me. Perfection. I knew it before I stripped her shirt off and sucked her pussy through her panties. I knew it when I saw her standing by my truck.
I’m grinning so wide my face is tight. I’m not sure I’ll ever stop. I’ve hit the lottery. I’m a seriously lucky bastard.
When I finally close my eyes, worry seeps in. There’s an asshole in town who thinks he can manhandle my girl. I have no idea how I’m going to take care of that in a way that won’t piss her off. Hell, I might piss off the entire town if I have someone arrested on my third day in Wilde.
She’s right about it being her word against his. Chances are, if she breathes a word of her altercation with Smith, the town would believe him over her, especially if he’s the slimy bastard I’m gathering he is.
There’s another problem we’re going to have to face in the morning. Either she’ll have to stay in the kitchen at work, or we’ll have to figure out how to cover the bruises. I won’t have her spending all day in that heat in a sweater.
The thought of dropping her off tomorrow and leaving her to work makes me feel oddly unsettled. Not because of Smith. There’s no way he’s going to walk into her family’s bakery and publicly attack her. It’s that I don’t want to part with her for that long.
I’m suddenly the sappiest dude on Earth. Forty years old, and I feel like a teenager with a crush on the cute girl in school. I’ve never been in a relationship this serious. I’ve never even known it was possible. I’ve occasionally met people who insisted they fell in love with their significant other almost instantly, but I never believed them.
Love?
I’m not sure I know the meaning of the word, but if it’s a thing, I’m fast approaching it.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing my body to sleep. Another slow smile spreads across my face as I realize exactly what I’m going to do tomorrow.