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  “Shortbread is the best thing I’d ever put in my mouth. Until now.”

  Heat rises to my cheeks at his words. Ryder makes me feel both adored and delicious.

  “But I need to taste more of you,” he tells me. “So I know for sure.”

  He stands and lifts me up at the waist, my legs wrapping around him and he carries me to his bed. He sets me down and props a pillow behind my head and pulls my legs toward the edge of the bed.

  Then he pushes my knees apart and I forget everything prior to this exact moment.

  He licks me up and down, and my knees buckle around him. He runs his hands up and down my thighs as if easing me back into submission. I’ll lie down and take it if this is what that means.

  I cover my face with my hands as I try to breathe through this vulnerable position I am in. A position I both desperately want and am still trying to understand.

  But then I understand everything.

  Because his tongue licks me up and down, circling my clit like we were made for one another.

  And I let out a long exhausted sigh as he sucks on me, his mouth working its way over my pussy until I’m dripping wet.

  “Oh, my God,” I moan, gripping the sheets as Ryder slips a finger inside my virginal spot. He runs his thumb over my hood, and a finger presses inside my walls, finding my G spot and moves faster and faster.

  He stretches me, pressing in another finger, and now I offer more than a sigh, more than a groan. I call out his name, my back arching as I come hard against him, an orgasm more intense than I’ve ever created on my own, rushing over me, through me. In me and out of me.

  And then his lips are back on my cunt, sucking and licking everything I offer him.

  I try to catch my breath, overwhelmed with how good he feels when he’s this close to me. When I finish coming he stands, wiping his mouth and telling me that I am absolutely perfect.

  “Stop it, Ryder,” I say, knowing my face is beet red from embarrassment.

  “I mean it, you are, Justine. I need you to understand how you make me feel.”

  “Show me,” I tell him. “Show me how I make you feel.”

  The words are naughty and brazen and I don’t care. I need to understand.

  He does as I ask, pushing down his boxers and freeing his length. I gasp at what I see.

  He is so hard, so thick, and so damn long.

  I tried to prepare myself for the man who would buy my virginity tonight.

  “You’re so... big.”

  He grins, his hand pumping his shaft slowly as he looks down at me.

  “You’re right about that, Justine.” He raises an eyebrow, making me wet all over again. How a man so rugged can be so smooth is beyond me. “And you are so tight.”

  “Is it going to hurt?” I ask.

  “I’ll go nice and slow,” he tells me. “Let’s start with me touching those perfect tits.”

  Ryder crawls onto the bed, straddling me, pressing his cock between my tits.

  “Anything you say,” I tell him, ready for this mountain man to teach me a thing or two about my own body.

  Chapter 10

  Ryder

  Everything about Justine is better than I imagined. I’ve known her only a handful of hours, but her body opens to me like we have done this thousands of times.

  With my cock between her too perfect tits, I thank my lucky stars that I’m the only man to have been this close with her.

  “Your cock is so thick, Ryder. I didn’t expect it to be like this,” she tells me. The tip of my cock is so close to her mouth and when she reaches behind me and runs her hand over my bare ass, I groan in pleasure. Her touch feels so damn good, and having my cock right between her tits is nearly more than I can take.

  “Well, I can goddamn guarantee it’s the best cock you’ll ever have,” I tell her as I begin to move between her tits, massaging the perfect round globes, her nipples nice and hard.

  I thrust my cock between her breasts, I can’t help but wonder the exact same thing.

  Her hands reach up and run over my ladder of abs as my hard shaft pumps against her bare skin. Her eyes close as my rigid cock gets ready to explode.

  “I’m gonna come,” I tell her.

  “Then come closer,” she tells me, lifting her lips to my cock. The angle isn’t ideal, but her mouth surrounds my length as her lips suction around me. I come fast against her mouth. Her eyes widened as I release myself inside her mouth, and she swallows my come like she was made for me.

  I imagine my come sliding down her throat, filling her belly. And I know she likes what she tastes. When I finish, she slowly removes my cock from her mouth as if she doesn’t want it to end. Her tongue twirls around the tip as if not wanting to miss a single drop.

  “You taste like...”

  “Shortbread?” I tease.

  She laughs and then tries to stop by pressing her lips together. “No, you taste like salted caramel ice cream.”

  “Damn, and you didn’t even lick my cone.” I pull her up, both of us kneeling before one another. I push back her hair and hold it in my hand, forcing her chin to lift and her eyes to meet mine.

  “You are so fucking amazing,” I tell her. And then I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her on top of me. I need her pussy around my cock, and I need it now.

  We look at one another, my growing cock between us. Her hand wraps around my shaft and I groan as she fondles my balls. She may be a virgin, but she seems to understand what I need.

  “Why are you single?” she asks, looking down at me.

  “Never found a woman worth giving my life up for.”

  “So, that’s what a relationship means to you, too much sacrifice?” she asks with a smile splayed across her lips.

  “Naw, I just don’t think I’ll find a woman who will want to live out here with me,” I tell her.

  “You get lonely up here?”

  “Lonely? Sure. But then I just close my eyes and think about a woman like you. It gets me off in no time.”

  “So you jerk off all by yourself up here in the woods?”

  “You judging me? Cause I’m guessing you’ve gotten yourself off alone plenty of times if you’re a twenty-four-year-old virgin.”

  Justine laughs, and I like that I can talk so easily with her. There’s no pretense here, she’s not beating around the bush or shying away from questions that might be awkward.

  She may be innocent sexually, but she knows who she is, she knows what she likes what she doesn’t. She knows what wants. And that’s a fucking turn on, a woman who is her own person, apart from whatever a man might bring to the table. Strong and resilient, not meek and mild.

  “I suppose you’re right,” she agrees. “I have a vibrator or two.”

  When she talks about a battery-operated boyfriend, heat rises coloring her cheeks.

  “You’re so damn cute when you blush,” I tell her.

  “Shush,” she says as my cock begins to throb with excitement. Her hand-job is getting me all primed for her tight pussy.

  “I need you, woman,” I tell her. “Are you ready?”

  She looks down at me greedily, straddling me with my cock in her hand, she runs her hand up and down it, as I harden against her touch.

  “I need you too, Ryder. I’ve been waiting a very long time for this.”

  I gently slap her ass and she lifts herself up ever so slightly, my cock nearing her pussy. “Are you scared?” I ask.

  She just shakes her head, letting herself sink against me, inch by inch.

  “It hurts,” she whispers. Her eyes close and I find her hands, lacing my fingers through them. Then I pull her lower against me, our chests pressed against one another. Her pussy is full of my cock, and it makes me feel like the luckiest goddamn fool. I leave soft kisses against her swollen lips, wanting to seal this moment in my memory forever.

  “It’s okay,” I tell her. “The pain will pass.” I grind slowly against her, my cock moving deeper inside of her.

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p; I wrap an arm around her waist and around her shoulders, then I roll her over, resting above her.

  Pushing her hair from her forehead, I look deep into her eyes as I move against her.

  “Oh, it doesn’t hurt anymore,” she moans as I move in deeper and deeper until she’s completely filled by me. “Now it feels...”

  “You’re right, baby. It doesn’t hurt. It just feels right.”

  I want this moment to last forever, this moment when I don’t just take her virginity. There’s a moment where I give her a piece of my heart.

  We exchange something in this moment when she is filled with me and I’m filled with her and our eyes are locked and our hands are held. In that moment, it’s as if together, we can get through anything. Be anything. Go anywhere. In this moment I am hers and she is mine.

  I know in her mind this won’t last forever. It is meant to be for a night.

  But a few hours with Justine in my arms, and I already know she has changed me.

  And I don’t know how I could go back to a life without her.

  Tomorrow I’ll take her to an airport and she will fly home. So if all we have is one night, I’m going to do my damnedest to make it count.

  Chapter 11

  Justine

  When he fills me up it’s about more than sex and my virginity.

  It’s something holy.

  It feels like fate. Like we were written in the stars.

  It was destined to go this way.

  And I can’t help but think that I got really damn lucky to be kidnapped by him last night.

  Why did I ever decide to hold out so long for sex? Whatever Ryder is doing to me, it’s heaven on earth.

  I wouldn’t have wanted to share this moment with anyone else. When Ryder presses his cock deep inside me, my core ignites, and the idea of this pleasure ending—or of this pleasure being shared with any other man—it causes tears to spring to my eyes.

  “Don’t cry,” he tells me. His cock is against my throbbing pussy, my needy body.

  “They aren’t sad tears, I promise. They’re happy tears.” I blink widely, embarrassed to be getting so emotional right now.

  But he doesn’t seem embarrassed by my tears at all. Most guys are. Most guys hate to see women cry. But Ryder just uses his thumb to wipe them away, cradling my face with his strong, capable hands as he moves against me.

  For some reason, he’s good with me. He understands what I need and I’m so glad that I’m here with him, a man who wants to take care of me. Who wants to make this moment memorable. It could have been so much worse.

  I don’t know how awful his ex-stepfather really is. If he’s the monster Ryder claims him to be, but I don’t care right now. Because right now, I only care about our bodies being locked together.

  “It feels so deep, like I’m going to break in half,” I tell him. My arms wrap around his neck and I bury my face in his shoulder. The feeling is desperate and raw, my breath shortens as I am filled by him.

  “That means you’re about to come,” he tells me, nibbling my ear.

  “It never feels like this,” I tell him. And it doesn’t because when the orgasm arrives it’s like a steamroller has gone to town in my core. My pussy begs for relief but it’s only getting more of a tidal wave.

  I scream louder than I expect, my legs wrapping around Ryder tightly, not wanting to let go as I moan over and over again, my body unraveling against him.

  “Oh yeah, baby, just like that, I’m gonna come in you too,” he growls.

  And he does, his cock explodes, releasing a fountain of come inside me. It feels so good. Ryder makes me feel so beautiful and alive. And to be filled with his manhood, with his seed, a sensation of desire covering me. I know I’m on birth control but this moment feels reckless and full of possibility.

  “Don’t stop moving,” I tell him, wanting our bodies to grind against one another now and forever. Wanting our bodies to move in this rhythm until the end of time. Or at least until the sun rises.

  I move against him, my clit on fire and my body exhausted. I don’t want to stop. Ever.

  “That was perfect,” I moan, gasping for breath. “The perfect first time.”

  Ryder smiles down at me, kissing my nose, my cheeks, my forehead. “Good, after you leave tomorrow, I never want you to forget me.”

  The idea of forgetting him seems impossible. But so is the idea that I am leaving tomorrow, and this one-off experience will be over.

  “I’m not ready for the night to end,” I admit.

  He raises his eyebrows. “How about we rehydrate and then come back for some more dessert?” he asks.

  “I don’t even know what kind of dessert we would have after we just did that.”

  “Justine, there’s a lot more ways we can have that ice cream and shortbread. I promise.”

  I lick my lips, satiated, and my belly full. And I can’t imagine taking another bite.

  But then Ryder pulls his cock from my pussy and I frown, already hating to be apart.

  Well, in that case...

  My eyes twinkle in delight.

  I guess there’s nothing wrong with having another helping of something sweet.

  Chapter 12

  Ryder

  I wake with Justine naked in my arms. I kiss the top of her head, inhaling the soft vanilla scent of her shampoo and wondering how on God’s green Earth I’ll be able to go back to an empty bed after having one night of exquisite bliss with her.

  “Mmhmm,” she moans softly, waking up. Her legs are threaded with mine and our bodies are wrapped in the tangled sheets—we are the remains of a night fueled by sex.

  “Are you a coffee person?” I ask.

  “With cream.”

  “Cream, huh?” I ask, sliding my hand between her thighs. Her tight cunt is nice and wet, and I’d like to think it’s because she spent her sleeping hours dreaming of me.

  “You’re so bad, Ryder.”

  But then her hand finds my morning wood, and she holds my shaft, feeling it grow against her.

  “You start playing with that, you are going to have to make good on your promises,” I tell her, closing my eyes as she moves lower on the mattress. Her ass in the air, her face covered in a sheet, and her mouth... it wraps around my cock, and she begins to suck me.

  “Woman,” I groan, not expecting to wake up to this treat. Last night we showered together, washing sex from our bodies, before falling to the floor and fucking in front of the fire.

  We fucked until we were raw and ragged. We fucked with abandon and desire; as if the idea that it would all be over soon felt too painful to acknowledge. So, instead, we fucked until we fell asleep, knowing we’d wake to a goodbye.

  But I guess Justine’s not ready to walk away.

  God knows I’m not.

  And her tongue runs over my rigid length, her hands fondling my balls, and my cock hitting the back of her throat.

  “I’m gonna come, baby,” I tell her, knowing her mouth was made to suck me if she can do it this well on the first go around. With my eyes closed, I think about her wet, tight pussy, her perfect cunt taking my cock.

  That’s all it takes to shoot my seed, my come filling her mouth as she gags on me, as she refuses to pull me from her mouth. The sheet falls away and all I see is Justine’s gorgeous mouth taking me, licking me, wanting to be filled with me.

  “Oh, God,” I groan as she finishes. I pull her to me, and she grins. “So I take it you’re a morning person?”

  “Apparently.” She bites her bottom lip. “But I get grumpy without coffee.”

  With that, she jumps from the bed and her naked little ass teases the fuck out of me.

  “You better put this on or I’ll ravish you before you get your cup of joe,” I tell her, tossing her satin robe her way.

  I pull on some sweats and walk toward the coffee pot. At the sink, I fill it with water and look out the window. “Shit,” I say, the water overflowing.

  “What is it?” Justine asks, coming u
p behind me and wrapping her arms around my waist.

  “A windstorm must have hit hard last night.”

  “Oh wow.” Justine steps away and looks out the window.

  Where there was a driveway last night, the entire road is blocked in by half a dozen trees knocked over. Massive trunks and branches cover the road leading to the highway.

  “Is there another way off the property?”

  I shake my head. “No, and the woods all around us are dense. The only way out is that road.”

  “I can’t believe we didn’t hear it.”

  I snort because getting upset at fallen trees is useless. “I can. Hell, woman, you were hootin’ and hollering half the night.”

  She smacks my ass. “Hey, you were groaning pretty loudly yourself.”

  “Fair enough.” I pour the water in the back of the coffee pot and add grounds, then turn it on. Reaching for two mugs, I think about how I can get Justine to the airport. I need to get a crew out here to clear the road. My truck can’t haul those thick trunks away. It’s a job that will last the week. Hell, I’m guessing every crew is already working on clearing roads.

  “What do you think we should do?” Justine asks as she grabs half and half from the fridge.

  “I think we’ll need to get dressed and go assess the damage.”

  “But before we do that... what do you say to you and I checking out the sauna you told me about?”

  I grin, remembering that I mentioned my Infrared Sauna behind the cabin.

  “You wanna try it out?” I ask, setting down my coffee.

  She nods, then twists her lips.

  “What are you smiling about?” I ask, filling our mugs with dark, rich coffee.

  Justine lifts the steaming cup to her lips. “I was just thinking there might be worse things than getting stuck out here with you.”

  I lift my mug, clinking it against hers. “Damn straight, woman, damn straight.”

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