Rough Ryder Page 8

  When the lights came up, the audience cheered, the cast took a bow, and invited everyone to the hotel ballroom for more partying.

  Ryder snuck them out a side door where Schmiddy waited next to a long, black limo.

  “You had this escape all planned, huh?” Brooke slid into the vehicle, and Ryder followed. The limo brought them three blocks to a back entrance of the hotel where Reno was hosting the after-party.

  Ryder took her hand and kissed her palm. “Ready for more partying?” His eyes searched hers, and she realized Ryder was giving her a choice.

  “I’m pretty much done with this Hollywood partying, Ryder.” How bold could she be? “If you want…me…” She held her breath for a second. “I want you.”

  His whole body jerked and he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers, his hand at her waist. His tongue parried and tasted hers, their breaths combined and she grasped his wrist, lifting his hand higher, to cup her breast.

  Three knocks came on the window from outside.

  “Ah, we’d better get out of here before we get a parking ticket.” Ryder grinned and popped open the door, sliding out and helping her to her feet. “Thanks, Schmiddy, I got it from here.”

  The man nodded. “Sir.” He jumped into the front passenger seat and the limo sped off as another one immediately took its place.

  “C’mon, cutie.” Ryder pulled her with him to an elevator tucked away in a corner of the loading dock, flicked his keycard, and in seconds, they were racing upward. “My room okay?”

  She nodded. “For the first few rounds.” Brooke smiled. “Then, if we want a change of scenery, we can go to my tiny room which has a lovely view of the air conditioning mechanicals.”

  He laughed and guided her off the elevator, into a long, marble-floored hallway. A thick carpet runner cushioned their steps. “You want me to get you a better room?” He pulled out his phone.

  She put her hand on his. “No, Ryder, sorry. I was just kidding. The hotel manager was most apologetic, but it was one of the last rooms available. And he said you insisted on paying for the room too, so thank you.”

  “My pleasure.”

  “And you had Schmiddy arrange my flights. You’re spoiling me, Ryder. I can pay my own way.”

  “I like spoiling you. And hell, I’ll even share my view with you, cutie.” At the double doors to the Presidential Suite, he flicked the card again and they popped open.

  “Bet you don’t have to look at the HVAC system…” She stepped into the suite and her breath sucked in. The view from his windows showed nearly all of downtown Los Angeles’s lights twinkling in the satiny dark night. “Wow.” She set down her purse. “I have a feeling we won’t be leaving this room any time soon.”

  Ryder slid up behind her, pressing his hips to her bottom, his long, hard erection burning hot through the silk of her dress. “Not unless you want to, cutie.” He started pulling at the pins in her hair. “And only if you’re sure.”

  She turned, helping him with the pins. “I’m sure, Ryder.” She looked deep into his eyes. “I’ve been sure since the first time you kissed me in your dressing room in Pennsylvania.”

  “Really?” Ryder spread his booted feet apart, snugging his hard length into her belly.

  “Yes.” She took the last pin from her hair and let it fall, long and straight down her back. “But you knew that, didn’t you. You know how much I want this.”

  His eyes darkened. “I want it too, but like you said, is it smart to mix business with sex?”

  She pressed her lips tightly together. “And I know you’re being counseled to keep your distance from me. And not just from your professional advisors.” She tugged at his tie and unknotted it. “I’ve seen the warning looks Steele has given you. The man is like the big brother you never asked for.”

  Ryder stiffened, then let out a forced laugh. “He is that.” He kissed her shoulder where her tiny dress strap rested, then pulled the scrap of fabric to slide down her arm.

  Brooke slid her hands onto Ryder’s shoulders under his suit coat and tugged it down.

  He let it drop to the floor.

  “So, what are we going to do?” Brooke opened a button on his shirt. “Everyone’s telling us not to do this.”

  Pulling the other shoulder strap down, Ryder nibbled on her shoulder. “Ignore them.”

  “That’s your sex drive talking.” She backed up a step and finished unbuttoning his starched white shirt. “We need to figure out a way around this, so when morning comes, you won’t feel guilty, and I won’t get sent home with a grumpy Schmiddy again.”

  Ryder tossed back his head and laughed. “You’re plainspoken, that’s for sure.”

  She lifted her brows. “Would you rather have me whiny and demanding?”

  “No.” He tugged at the nearly-invisible zipper under her right arm. “But I would really like to have you completely naked.” Her dress slithered down her body, pooling at her feet.

  Ryder gave a long, low whistle as he took in her red corset, matching thong, and black sandals. “Now, this is what I call amazing.” He skimmed his hands from her waist to her breasts.

  “I picked these out this afternoon at the shop you made Schmiddy drive me to. I figured, if you were paying for the dress, you wouldn’t mind spending a little more for…the goodies to go underneath it.”

  “Goodies.” Ryder bent his head and kissed the swell of her breasts, pushed high by the tight silk. His hand found the zipper at the back, but she stepped away from him.

  “Just a few more seconds, Ryder.” Her body hummed with tension, needing him, wanting all he could give her. But if she knew one thing for sure, it was better not to rush anything. She stepped out of the puddle of her dress, turned her back to Ryder, and slowly bent forward, running her hands down her thighs, then straightened and looked over her shoulder at him.

  “Oh, fuck. Brooke.” He ripped off his shirt, struggling with the cufflinks, not taking his eyes off her body.

  She scooped up her dress, tossed it onto the couch, then struck a pose, lifting her hair, and letting it fall heavily onto her back. If she was going to be with her fantasy man, she was going to make it a night that neither of them would forget.

  “Cutie.” Ryder’s voice came heavy and slow. The jingle of a belt buckle was followed by the sound of a zipper, then cloth and boots hitting the floor.

  She turned to watch him and found him pulling off his last sock. Her gaze dropped to his manhood, standing long and proud, bobbing up against his flat belly, surrounded by a thatch of dark hair. Licking her lips, she blinked up at him. “I want that in my mouth.”

  “Uh uh.” He moved to her, grasping her hips from behind and pulling her back against his erection. “Me first.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and bent her forward, her arms resting on the back of the couch. “I want you in my mouth, wet and slippery, quivering as you scream my name.”

  A blast of desire tingled through her and she fought to catch her breath. “Yes, Ryder. Taste me.”

  Chapter Nine

  Brooke leaned on the back of the hotel room couch, willing to let Ryder do just about anything he wanted to her.

  He knelt behind her, spreading her legs, running his hands from her high-heeled shoes, up her calves, over her thighs to the spot where she needed him so desperately. “You are beautiful.” He kissed her thighs, the soft skin where her legs joined her butt, and ran his tongue along the fabric of her silk thong.

  She dropped her head, rolling it as waves of heat radiated from his touch through her bloodstream.

  “You taste incredible.” He lapped at her with long, slow strokes of his tongue, until suddenly, he yanked down her thong. “Gotta have it all.”

  She loved his impatience.

  He sucked her waxed lips, his skin burning hot and firm on her sensitive flesh, then his tongue traced the length of her pussy as if he were a starving man. He placed his palms on her ass cheeks, pulling, spreading her for him. “So sweet.” With a groan, he pressed his face in
to her opening, sucking, tickling with his tongue.

  Her body responded so quickly, shivers rattling through her, sending her thoughts spinning into darkness, into complete abandon.

  His tongue slid forward until he found her clit, hidden under her hood. He circled it, then sucked it into his lips, tweaking it with his tongue.

  “Ryder!” The word burst from her throat as her body tensed and shot her mind into a freefall, the lights spinning in her head as waves of pleasure ebbed and flowed through her, the orgasm so wild, it seemed to have no end.

  Behind her, he licked at her swollen, pulsing lips, taking all her juices, breathing just as fast and hot as she was.

  “Oh my God.” She felt her knees jitter and the room spin. In seconds, she felt his arm around her back, his other under her knees as he lifted her up, high against his chest. She forced her eyes open and looked at his face.

  His green eyes had turned so dark, they looked almost black, but his cocky smile remained in place.

  Throwing her arms around his neck, she kissed him, showing him everything her muddled brain couldn’t find the words to say. She tasted herself on his lips, pressed her tongue deeper, and lapped at his essence, smoky, hungry man.

  He walked as she kissed him, carrying her into the bedroom. The huge navy-quilted bed took up most of the room. White carpet spanned the floor, ending at a wall of windows with the same amazing view of the city.

  He set her on her knees on the bed, and slowed the kiss. “Cutie, I want to get you out of this torture device.”

  She smiled. “It only looks like torture.” She wriggled her body closer along his. “And who doesn’t like a little torture with their pleasure?”

  His brow lifted. “Are you sayin’…?” He smacked his big hand on her bare bottom.

  “Uh huh.” Brooke enjoyed a little bit of rough with her love, and if Ryder did too, that would make tonight special for both of them. A memory he’d keep, and hopefully want to relive with her.

  He threaded his finger through her hair and tugged. “You seem like the kind of filly that needs a little taming.”

  Shivers of delight raced through her. She hadn’t been with a real cowboy before. This was going to be fun. “I just might, Ryd…” A thought hit her. “Don’t use my name tonight, and I won’t use yours.”

  His brows dropped. “What?”

  “Then, if anyone asks, you can say you didn’t have sex with Brooke.” She smiled.

  He shook his head. “You’ve got some odd notions in that pretty head of yours.”

  She shrugged. “I’ve heard that before.” Turning nearly completely around, still on her knees, she flicked her finger over the zipper’s pull tab. “But if you don’t mind getting back to the important stuff…” She looked back at him and blinked a couple times.

  He groaned and reached for the zipper at the back of her corset. “Don’t mind a bit.” He made quick work of it, pulling the scrap of fabric off her.

  Brooke’s breaths came fast as she turned her body toward him, letting him take her all in.

  Staring, he sucked in a long, loud breath.

  Under his gaze, her nipples hardened and her pussy creamed, knowing what would come next for her, for them.

  He stepped closer and bent her backward over his arm, licking one nipple, suckling and nibbling.

  She held on to his shoulders as each touch, each pull, echoed like a sweet tug in her core, tightening and moistening her.

  His free hand gripped her ass cheek, squeezing, then smacking her, ramping up her desire, her need to be taken by him any way he chose.

  Sneaking her fingers down low on his hips, she grasped his hard shaft.

  His body jerked and the suction of his lips on her breast released with a pop.

  Brooke wrapped her hand around his velvet-soft cock, her fingers not quite touching her thumb. She wanted this whole, wonderful piece of Ryder deep inside her. “Please, cowboy, you know I want this.”

  He looked at her, his eyes hooded. “You can have it all, cutie. All night.”

  She squeezed his shaft and kissed his parted lips. “I need you now, cowboy.”

  He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” His southern accent poured thick and low. He sat her on the bed and tugged off her thong and her shoes, tossing them to the floor. “All mine, all naked, all woman.” He reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a condom.

  His words sent a skitter from her heart to her head. She wanted to be his. His woman. It was just a dream, a wild wish on a shooting star, but for tonight, she’d pretend it could happen. Brooke took the condom packet from him and patted the bed beside her. “Let me.”

  Leaping sideways onto the bed, Ryder landed on his side facing her, then rolled onto his back. “Be my guest.” He stacked his hands behind his head and watched her with a narrowed gaze.

  Drawing her fingers along his strong abs, she played in the light furring there, then pressed her palm against his hip. Her mouth watered for a taste, and she gave in, leaning forward and licking the tip of his cock, taking in the salty drop that rode his slit.

  “Aw, cutie.” His body stiffened, his breath panting from his lungs.

  She grasped his staff and wrapped her lips around his head, sliding them down along his length, bringing her hand up to meet her lips when the head of his cock hit the back of her mouth.

  The taste of him sent chills racing along her skin. He was musky, salty, and pure male in her mouth, and she tickled every centimeter of him with her tongue.

  “Cutie, hold that thought for a bit.” Ryder took the condom packet from her and waved it in the air. “I gotta be inside you first.” His voice rumbled like a slow-approaching storm.

  She slowly sucked her way off his shaft. “Yes, sir.” She gave him a few more licks, took the condom from him, then got busy sheathing him.

  His gaze watched her every move, and she could sense his restraint, the way he held back and let her run this show.

  How would she reward him? She’d ride him, hard and fast but…reverse cowgirl? The perfect position in which to have her first cowboy. With one quick movement, she threw her leg over his belly, facing his feet.

  He groaned and placed his hands on her hips. “I like it. Go to town, cowgirl.”

  She giggled at the visual of her in a cowgirl hat with a gunbelt and a couple of pistols at her side. Someday, if things worked out between them, she’d get a costume… Damn, she’d drifted off to the future, while her present waited impatiently. Brooke grasped his hard shaft in her palm. Running the hot tip across the moist opening between her legs, she knew she needed to make this more intense than he’d ever known. Make an impression on him any way she could. With a quick tip of her hips, she took just his head into her pussy.

  He let out a low moan and his hands gripped tighter on her hips.

  Slowly, she eased her body lower, her opening taking him inside, one hot, thick inch at a time until her thighs pressed against his hips.

  “Yeah, that’s good.” He rotated his hips, pushing himself infinitesimally deeper inside her. “Fucking good.”

  She took up the motion, spinning her hips in a flat circle, tightening her deep muscles around him, making herself as crazy for release as she wanted to make him.

  Leaning back to rest her hands on his chest, she arched her back, dropped her head back, and let her hair brush against his chest.

  “Aw, cutie, you know how to make me loco.” He grasped her hair in one hand and tugged, reaching up and around with the other to pinch her nipple. His hips dropped down, easing part of his shaft out of her.

  Following his lead, she slid herself halfway off his cock, then dropped back down, impaling herself.

  “Yeah, that’s it.” He pressed a hand between her shoulders, the other cupped her ass, and he lifted her, sliding her off him then back onto him, over and over again, the motion making her cunt so slick, she made suctioning sounds with each movement.

  Using her leg muscles, she moved herself faster, taking him
in harder, sliding off a little slower, then pounding him back inside her.

  Behind her, on his chest, her nails dug into his skin and he laughed, slow and sexy. “A little torture for me, too?”

  She purred, actually purred, for the first time in her life, and let the impact of what she was doing to this cowboy—and what he was doing to her—take over all her thoughts. She felt the pressure start at her hips, a kind of perfect storm of heat and muscle cramping that quickly shot up her spine and rammed into her brain, blasting her out of consciousness, swinging her around and around until her whole body tingled and she shouted his name a half dozen times.

  The climax culminated with her stiffening like a board, her core contracting around his shaft, manic convulsions of pleasure that made him shout, too.

  He eased her back, breathing heavily. He wrapped his arms around her and gently stroked her belly, her ribs, between her breasts. His lips nibbled playfully at her earlobe, whispering sweet words that didn’t quite register, but made her smile.

  He moved his hips, and his hard shaft pulsed inside her. He hadn’t come? “Now it’s my turn, cutie.” He slid her off his shaft, off his body and onto her back on the bed, and he rolled on top of her. Bracing himself with his elbows on each side of her, he cupped her face with his hands. “You’re not going to believe this, but when it comes to sex, I’m a little old-fashioned.”

  She curved her lips in a purely satisfied smile. “I don’t believe it. Your reputation…” She lifted her brows. “Hound Dog.”

  “Reputations are just that. A bunch of crap attached to a guy, that can function as armor, or a magnet.”

  ****

  Ryder watched Brooke’s face as he made his pronouncement. Yeah, he was a little old-fashioned; he liked to have his woman under him, liked to press her down into the bed as he pushed himself into her, giving them both pleasure. Sure, he liked a little slap and tickle, a little wild crazy sex, but he always came back to this, face-to-face with him in charge.