Wade
Fuck, it felt good to be back.
Just breathing in the air of the ranch seemed to release any tension I had been holding since the moment I left Ember Ridge.
Walking back into the “real world” felt foreign after being isolated for an entire month.
I felt like I had to learn how to be a human being all over again, which, in a sense, was good.
I felt like I was getting a fresh lease on life as I drove away from the treatment center and toward my home.
Stopping at a barbershop on the way had been a spontaneous decision. I knew I needed a haircut because instead of a man bun, I was rocking a George Washington-esque ponytail, but the decision to cut it all off was spur-of-the-moment.
Something about watching each tendril of the hair I’d grown over the years fall to the ground felt freeing. It felt like I’d not only cut off a physical weight, but I’d released an emotional weight, as well.
The feeling of running my fingers along the buzzed sides and mussing up the top had my cheeks pulling back into a wide grin. I felt lighter than I had in a long time.
As I walked through the large front door of the big house, calmness washed over my body, covering me in a warmth reminiscent of a phantom hug. It felt right to be there, in that home, with the love of my life’s hand entwined with mine, and on the precipice of our forever.
“You okay?” Ray asked softly, a nervous lilt to her voice.
I turned, focusing all my attention on her down-turned hazel eyes. I used my index finger to lift her chin as I watched her lower lashes fill with tears.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” I asked, cupping her cheek with my palm. She smiled softly back at me, and I felt my heart clench in my chest. This woman was so beautiful, so strong, and all mine. But I couldn’t handle seeing her cry.
“I’m just so happy. I’ve missed you so much. There were so many times I looked for you or reached for my phone to send you a text, just to remember that I couldn’t. I’m so fucking proud of you.” She cupped both of my cheeks between her palms and brought my face down to hers in an unhurried kiss.
Pulling back, she rested her forehead on mine and closed her eyes. Relishing the feeling of us finally being together, I closed my eyes as I breathed her in. Her citrus and floral scent flooded my senses as we stood there, just feeling the comfort of each other’s presence.
“I love you, Wade Daniels,” she whispered, leaning back to look me in the eyes.
“I love you too, Sunshine.”
“So… do you wan—” Her squeal of laughter as I once again hauled her over my shoulder and walked toward my room had a wide grin stretching across my face. There was nothing that made me happier than knowing I was the one making her happy.
“I can walk, Waddle!” she screeched. I smacked my palm hard on her ass as she let out a yelp and a whisper of a moan.
Well, okay, then. My girl liked it a little rough.
“What have I told you about that fucking nickname?” I growled, kicking the door shut behind me and flipping the lock.
I set her down in front of the closed door and backed her up against the wooden barrier. I could see her pulse fluttering in her neck, and I leaned forward, running my nose along the spot where it thudded rapidly.
“I asked you a question, Rayna,” I growled, skimming my teeth along her throat. Her breathing intensified as her eyelids fluttered closed and her mouth dropped open in a soft exhale.
It had been too long since I’d felt the softness of her skin and tasted the sweetness of her lips. I was rock hard behind the denim of my jeans, ready to burst from just a couple of kisses.
“I don’t remember what the question was,” she mocked playfully, her hands flat against the door as if she was afraid to touch me, knowing how easily combustible the tension between us was. We were playing a game of tug-of-war where we were evenly matched, each of us giving and taking in tandem.
“What have I told you about that fucking nickname?” I reminded her gruffly, running my palm up between her breasts and resting my grip on her throat. I used my thumb and index finger to apply minimal pressure, causing a low moan to escape from her mouth.
“What nickname, Waddle?” she challenged with a grin.
A low groan rolled through my throat as I pulled her to me by her neck, smashing my lips against hers. She met me stroke for stroke as our bodies collided, and she ground her core against my thick erection. There was nothing gentle as we let our bodies take over.
I took a step back, tugging my T-shirt over my head in a one-handed motion, slowly stalking back toward her. She stood, wide-eyed and panting, as I stepped in front of her, lowering my lips to hover over the shell of her ear.
“Lose the fucking clothes, Sunshine,” I growled.
With unhurried ease, she pulled her top over her head, her heavy breasts swathed in white lace, a stark contrast to her caramel skin. As she reached to unbutton her jeans, I stopped her hand, slowly sinking down to kneel at her feet.
I placed open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of her stomach, my fingers deftly unbuttoning her jeans and slowly lowering the zipper. Her fingers tangled in the now-shorter strands of my hair, and I could feel her long nails scratching at my scalp.
My eyes involuntarily closed as she gently caressed me, and I torturously lowered her pants, tapping one foot and then the next for her to step out.
Looking up at the goddess before me, I took in the sight of her ragged breaths, her nipples peaked in pleasure, straining behind the lacy cups of her bra, begging to be lavished by my tongue.
Her trim waist and flared hips led down to matching white lace panties as I leaned forward, pressing my nose to her center and inhaling.
Fuck, how I’d missed this woman. How had I gone an entire lifetime without touching, tasting, and fucking her? She was perfection.
Standing at my full height, I reached behind her and flicked the clasp on her bra, letting the lace cups fall to the floor. Her dusky nipples were stiff with desire, and I leaned down, blowing cool air on them.
She moaned, tipping her head back against the door, angling her body upward into mine, begging for my mouth to suck one of those pretty buds between my lips.
An idea sparked in my head, and I took a step back, pressing a finger to Ray’s plush mouth. “Wait here.”
She groaned, keeping her head back against the door as if waiting one more second would be her ultimate demise.
I rooted around in my closet, finally finding what I was looking for buried under forgotten rodeo buckles and a couple of pairs of jeans.
Stepping out of the door, I ran the braided nylon rope between my fingers. Ray’s mouth dropped open in clear excitement as she watched me stalk slowly toward her, the piggin string flowing through my hand.
Standing in front of her, I trailed the string across her breasts and down one arm. Grabbing hold of her wrist and catching her gaze, I said, “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” she whispered reverently, no hesitation in her words.
I looped the string around one wrist, then grabbed the other and tied them together, tugging the ties into a quick knot. I slid the rope around, making sure it wasn’t too tight.
Coincidentally, there was a hook on the back of my door, and content with her restraints, I tugged her hands up and secured the knot on the hook.
“You good?” I asked softly, making sure the string wasn’t cutting into her wrists as she was stretched out before me.
“Never better,” she crooned.
“If anything starts to hurt, tingle, or feel numb, let me know immediately. All you have to do is say ‘stop,’ and I’ll untie you,” I commanded.
Consent and boundaries were exceptionally important if we were going to be exploring things like rope play in our sex life.
She nodded, tugging gently at the bindings on her wrists, testing her limits.
Having her spread out before me, unable to touch back, had my cock throbbing behind my zipper.
Her arms strained against the restraints, and she had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the ground.
The tightness it drew on her body had her breasts pushed forward, and I could see each deep inhale of air into her lungs.
“So pretty, bound up against my door, ready to take my cock,” I said as I eased the zipper of my jeans down, shoving both my pants and boxer briefs to the floor.
Kicking them off my ankles, I stroked my cock languidly, using the drops of pre-cum that beaded on the tip as lube.
“Have you been waiting for this, Sunshine?”
Her tongue darted out and licked her plump bottom lip as she nodded. Leaning forward, I took that same bottom lip between my teeth, tugging gently before placing a soft kiss to her mouth to dull the sting.
“Yes,” she whispered as I trailed kisses down her neck and across her chest. I hovered over one of her peaked nipples, using the tip of my tongue to flick the stiff bud. “Yes, Wade. Please,” she begged, pulling at the ties, eager to put her hands on me.
“So responsive.” I marveled at the way goosebumps erupted along her skin as I once again sank to my knees before her.
“Question for you, Sunshine.”
“Yes, anything. Whatever it is, just put your fucking mouth on me.”
Chuckling, I pulled her panties to the side, teasing my middle finger through the wetness that was pooled between her thighs. Her hips bucked as I swirled over her clit with gentle pressure. She moaned, pushing her hips forward, begging for more of my touch.
“So eager.”
“You said… you had… a question,” she panted as I stroked slowly through her wetness, paying special attention to the bundle of nerves at her core.
“Oh, yes. Did you know that Rayna roughly translates to queen in Spanish?”
She looked down, confused, as if she didn’t speak the language fluently. I saw the arch of her eyebrow as she tried to discern where I was going with my train of thought.
I pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh, my voice a raw whisper. “Good. Because you are my sanctuary, mi reina. You held me in your heart while I was fighting to come back, and now that I’m here... I’m going to worship every inch of the woman who brings me to my knees.”