Falling For You (Love In All Seasons #2) - Frankie Love Page 0,54
bed made for one, we lie together.
His arms are on either side of my body, and under him, I feel so small. His shoulders are broad and his eyes piercing. He’s all man, and right now he is all mine.
I don’t want him to wait. I am greedy and in heat. I am ready and wanting.
I run my hands over his length that grows under my touch. When his mouth moves to my breasts, his tongue circles my hard nipples, and my pussy responds to what I know is coming.
I gave Ryder my virginity, and right now I want to give him my forever.
“Come to me, Ryder, I need to feel you in me.”
“I don’t have a...” He looks back at his jeans on the floor, biting his bottom lip with regret.
I realize he’s talking about protection, about not bringing any.
“I don’t care,” I tell him. “I just need you now.”
“There are consequences for that, you know that right?” He raises an eyebrow pushing my hair from my forehead
“I may have been a virgin but I’m no fool. I want this. I want you. I want us.”
“I fucking love you, Justine,” he tells me. His words are so sure that my heart constricts. I forget to breathe.
Ryder loves me.
“It’s not just because I’ll let you go bareback?” I ask with a smile.
“Don’t say that, baby,” he growls. “I love you, regardless of how we fuck. I love you because you make me want to be a better man. I love you because you rushed into my life and fucking changed my world in the best possible way. I love you and it isn’t just about sex. With you, it’s about forever. I love you, Justine. Just the way you are.”
He brushes away my tears with his thumb, our bodies thrumming with heat and desire and promises we both intend to keep.
“I love you too,” I tell him breathlessly. My eyes are full of tears and swear I haven’t stopped crying all day long. When Ryder moves inside me, my legs wrap around him, our hearts already knit together as one. “I love you so much,” I say as he thrusts deep inside me, his cock filling up my core, my pussy awake and wet.
Our fingers lace together as he moves against me with a need we haven’t shared before.
We aren’t having sex; that much is obvious.
Right now, we are making love.
EXPOSÉ
The Gossip Column You Can Sink Your Teeth Into
RUGGED STRANGER TAKES VIRGIN! By Trista Piper
Ryder Ottenbagh, son of Helen Ottenbagh, founder of HAHA, was seen leaving the estate of Luther Morris late Sunday afternoon. After two seaplanes landed, thirty minutes apart from one another, eyewitnesses were determined to find out why there was a commotion on the Morris-Ottenbagh property.
Word on the street is that Luther brought Justine Van De Shire to his home, and shortly thereafter, police cars arrived. The next time Justine was seen, was when she was being carried out of the home in the arms of Ryder, the primary suspect in her kidnapping, wearing nothing but a man’s coat.
The Morris-Ottenbagh estate is heavily protected with high-security fencing, so no one was able to determine where Ottenbagh took Justine, but sources question just what Ryder’s intentions are.
When interviewed, a neighbor stated, “Ryder had always been a standoffish man albeit guarded, even more so since his mother passed.”
Reports confirm that since the death of his mother, Ryder has made several attempts to buy the property Luther is now in possession of, along with Luther’s seat on the HAHA Board.
While there is certainly something suspect happening on the property, as we speak, this much is clear: we here at EXPOSÉ would much rather be kidnapped by this rugged stranger named Ryder, than old man Luther.
Doesn’t take a team of experts to identify who we’d like to have nab us!
Forget the millionaire, we’ll take the man with the beard!
Everyone knows a furry face makes a heart race!
Chapter 22
Ryder
In my old tree house, I make love to Justine, feeling like we are safe from the world at large. The branches of the tree cover us as I take her onto me, my cock so hard for her, my body made for her.
She gasps as I rock against her, she cries out as I move deep inside her tight pussy. She forgets herself as I take her fully, unable to restrain myself and knowing she doesn’t want me to. Everything about this moment is unrestrained.
The memory of Luther stripping her of her clothes,