Witness Protection (The Witness Series) (18 page)

“I am sorry you had to have that happen.”

“He’s a fuckhead.”

“I know that too.”

“I never wanted you to meet him.”

“It’s ok.”

“He called you a whore, you aren’t baby,
you
aren’t.”

“I know, hey, stop worrying about me.”

I tug at his shirt and he lets me pull it over his head, I drab his mouth and then wrap
it around his hand.

“Come here, baby, come here,
” He breathes, pulling me close and nuzzling my hair. “I need you.”

“I need you too
.”

He takes me in a deep, fierce and desperate kiss. His mouth tastes tangy of blood but I don’t care, this moment is his and I want to be the one in it. Our moans combine as he pushes me up against the stable door and grinds his body against mine. We don’t share any words, we don’t need to. He needs me, I need him, that is all there is too it. He lifts my leg and shoves aside my panties, and then shoves his jeans down just enough to free himself and then he is inside me, deep and intense.

“Oh.” I gasp.

He thrusts his hips with desperation, seeking comfort, seeking affection. He kisses me, never moving his lips from mine. His hips thrust furiously, the old wood railing creaks under our weight. His thrust become frenzied and our moans become loud until finally he shudders and almost whimpers his release.

“Hey.” I soothe, stroking his back when he doesn’t move.

“Thank you.” He whispers, nestling his head into my shoulder.

“Of course.”

We pull apart and straighten ourselves just as Nate rounds the corner. He looks over at Ryder who is still panting and walks over.

“Hey bud.”

“Mate.”
Ryder says hoarsely.

They hug and I smile, the two have such a bond and I know Nate feels what Ryder feels. They pull apart and Ryder breathes deeply,
then
lets it out in a whoosh.

“Is he gone?”

“Yeah.”

“Good, I need a beer.”

We all make our way back to the house, where Lucy fusses stupidly over Ryder. I help her prepare dinner, while the men sit around chatting about the article and who might have put it out.

“It was him.” I say, slicing a carrot.

Ryder looks over at me from the couch. “Why you say that baby?”

“Baby?”
Lucy asks, flicking her eyes between us. “Am I missing something?”

“Oh, Maya and I are kind of seeing each other.”

“Kind of?”
She asks.

“Long story, back to the subject.”
I mutter.

“Right, so why do you think it was him?”

“He is getting me back, for going to the media and dragging his name through the dirt, he is getting me back and trying to cause me to crumble.”

“She could be right.” Nate says.

“Aye.”
John agrees.

“So, if that’s the case, who did he pay to get that article in?”

“Could be anyone, even if you find who the chances are he paid a large sum and then bolted.” I say, chewing on a carrot.
Ryder’s
gaze grows hungry and I flush, looking away.

“True, you make a good point but I am going to ring Clancy and let him know all the same.” Nate says, standing.

“I bet it worries you a lot?” Lucy says, patting my hand.

“Yeah, it bothers me but I feel as safe as I can feel right now.”

“Yes, the boys will take good care of you.”

“I know.”

I wipe my hands on my shirt,
then
walk into the laundry to throw some tea towels out. I turn and slam into a hard chest, Ryder kicks the door shut and pulls me in for a deep, greedy kiss.

“
Whoa
, slow down there handsome.” I say, pushing him back.

His gaze is hungry, greedy and burning into me with such force my knees tremble.

“Get on the washing machine.”

“
Err
, what?”

“Now.”
He orders.

“Ryder, behave.”

He swats my thigh and I yelp, his hand quickly goes over my mouth and he leans down to grip my backside and lift me onto the washing machine. He grips my knees and yanks my legs apart.

“Touch yourself.”

“
Whoa
, what?”
I gape.

“Touch yourself, make yourself come.
Now.”

“No.” I say and his gaze grows frustrated.

“Spread your legs and touch yourself, or I will spank that beautiful ass until my hand is red raw.”

“You spread your legs.” I say in a
sultry
voice.

“Baby, you are testing all my patience.”

“Ditto.”
I throw back.

“Spread your legs, last chance.”

“Spread your legs Ryder, and grab your cock, I want you to make yourself come.”

He hisses and swats my thigh again, harder this time. I yelp and moan at the same time, the sound comes out sounding a little mental but I don’t care.

“Baby girl, spread those gorgeous thighs or I am going to fuck you so hard you will scream this house down.”

I lean in and bite his lip. “I said, no.”

He growls and swats me again, I love testing his patience, love pushing his limits. He grips my thighs and forces them apart, then thrusts his fingers inside
me,
I moan and grip his shoulders.

“Ryder someone could walk in.”

“Damn fucking right they can, and they can hear very clearly from out there.”

“Ryder.” I pant.

“Don’t you scream, or they will hear. Don’t even whimper.”

He thrusts his fingers harder and uses his thumb to rub my
clit,
I moan and grip his shoulders, desperate to bring him closer. I am panting, trying desperately to force myself from coming.

“Oh baby, I am going to punish you for this behavior. Don’t you stop yourself from
coming.
”

“I won’t
come
.” I protest, gritting my teeth.

“Oh, you just made this game so much better for me.”

He pulls his fingers out and slams them back in so hard I moa
n. Heat creeps into my cheeks,
God
dammit, I moaned.

“There we go, don’t play with me.”

I grit my teeth and clench my eyes shut as his thumb moves with skill over my clit, pinching and rubbing until I can hardly concentrate, but I hold it back.

“Your control is impressive, I will break it.”
He grinds out.

“Try.
Your.
Hardest.” I hiss.

He snarls and reefs down his jeans, then with one hard thrust he is inside
me. I still don’t moan but my
God
my nerves just came alive. I feel the pleasure, tearing through me but I don’t show it. I won’t moan, won’t come, no, Ryder will not win this one. He jerks my hips and slams into me so hard the washing machine slides. Ryder will learn something about me tonight, something many don’t know, and that is
myself
control is superb.

“Come, come.” He pants, slamming with fury.

“No, but you will.”

I lean down and bite his nipple so hard he bellows a release and I feel it shoot hot and deep inside me. It was that powerful. I am panting, so wound up it’s not funny. He pulls back and reefs up his jeans, the look on his face is pure rage. I slide off the washing
machine
,
straightening myself quickly
and without another word, I run. I zoom out past
Nate’s
family who are in fits of laughter, oh yes, they heard us.

“Run sweetheart, run!” Nate calls.

Ryder comes tearing out a second later and I squeal as I bound through the front door. I can hear laughter trail out behind me
and Ryder’s footsteps pound on the dirt
. I zoom down the dirt road and withi
n seconds I am flat on my face
. Ryder’s body covers mine and he flips me over, gripping my hips and pulling them to his mouth. Oh sweet
Jesus
. I scream when hear tears my panties clean off. When his tong
ue swipes through my flesh I
wail, the pleasure is so far bound up that I can’t control it. I come with fierce force, my body convulses.

“Never defy me again, little shit.” He hisses.

He stands and throws me over his shoulder, landing three harsh whacks on my bottom. He yanks my dress down enough to cover my bottom and shoves my torn panties in his pocket. I am giggling like a fifteen year old school girl as he carries me inside. The laughter is still continuing on in there as Ryder dumps me on the couch. I land next to Nate and quickly shift to make sure I am not flashing anyone. Ryder looks gorgeous, his jeans are covered in dirt and he is panting. I grin at him and he shoots me an icy glare.

“Ryder, I think you have met your match.” Lucy says between laughs.

“So,
I,
have,
” He says, his eyes fixed on mine. “And won’t it be fun to see who wins?”

“Me.” I say, grinning.

He gives a half laugh. “We will see.”

“Son, I think you need a new pair of pants.”

“And she needs a new pair of panties.”

“Ryder!” I cry.

He grins now and pulls my panties from his pocket and tosses them at me. I flush and stand, this time I bolt after him as he runs down the hallway. I leap onto his back just as we get in the room and we fall onto the bed laughing.

“Jesus baby, you will be the breaking of me.”

“And you won’t be the breaking of me.”

“I am going to punish you for that
stunt,
you are going to come until I say you can’t.”

“Really and how you think you are going to do that?”

He grins and stands, riffling through his bag. He comes up with a little device, I gape but don’t have time to protest,
he
grips my ankles and flips me up. I feel the cold pressure of the little device press into me, it is a ball like creation that sits snugly inside me, but has a little prod that curls around and rests on my clit. Oh well heck. Ryder fingers a remote and with a wolfish grin, presses the button. I squirm.

“Now, let’s go and have a nice dinner shall we?”

“What, oh no.”

“Oh yes, you are going to be begging by the end of the night baby, and then I am going to fuck you stupid to top it off. Now up, let’s go.”

He reefs me to my feet and the pressure stills me. Oh…
Jesus
. It is pressing right on that sensitive little spot and the vibrations are just enough on my clit to make me sweat. Ryder drags me down the hall and no doubt my cheeks are fluster.

“Where’s my beer?” He asks, dropping down onto the couch.

“Love, do you mind helping me?” Lucy asks. “Imogen is out tonight so I could use a hand.”

I give Ryder a look and walk slowly towards Lucy. I begin plating up the vegetables when the vibrations kick up a
notch
. I glare at Ryder who grins at me.
I focus on my breathing, he won’t win,
he
won’t. I carry the dish to the table and he kicks it up a
notch
again. I have just put the dish down and now grip the chair
furiously
. Won’t happen, won’t happen.

I turn and slowly walk back to the kitchen and continue helping Lucy. The vibrations
and the tight feeling inside
is
becoming overwhelming. I can’t think correctly, even my eyes are betraying me and are desperately trying to droop. I know Ryder is watching, amusing himself with his little game. I get a bright idea then and swallow.

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

Ryder clicks. “No you don’t.”

Everyone looks at him.

“She doesn’t need to go.”

“I do so. You can’t stop me from going to the bathroom.”

He stands and I glare at him. I turn and walk down the hall and he cl
icks the device up to full throttle
and I crumble. I grip the wall and grit my teeth as a shattering orgasm rocks me. I am heaving breaths as I get into the bathroom and crumble against the bench. Jesus. Ryder is in the room in seconds.

“You won’t escape this one
baby,
tell me, did that feel good?”

“Bastard.”
I hiss.

“One more before we go.”

He steps forward and lowers his head, drawing me in for a kiss. I bite his tongue and he growls.

“Behave.”