by Box Set
Rider set the empty service tray on the desk inside the room. He turned slowly, a smile playing around the corners of his sexy mouth. “What should we do now?”
Trish glanced at the bed, suddenly nervous and excited, remembering how it had felt when his sexy lips nibbled her neck yesterday. “I thought you might have an idea.”
It wasn’t necessarily that she wanted to play coy, but Rider made her feel cherished and desirable all at the same time. However he wanted to go about tonight, whatever he wanted to do, Trish knew she’d enjoy it.
Rider’s grin grew wider, and he slowly walked toward her, undoing the buttons on his shirt. With each step, he unfastened another. “I do have ideas, but we have way too many clothes on.”
“I like the way you think.” She inched her shirt up slowly, pleased with the way Rider’s eyes lit with anticipation.
“You’ve got a rockin’ body.” He’d finally freed all his buttons, and Trish licked her lips.
She ripped her blouse the rest of the way off and closed the distance between them, grabbing the edges of his shirt and stripping it from his shoulders. She ran her fingers across his powerful biceps as the fabric dropped to the ground. “Almost as good as yours.”
He ducked his head toward her neck, once again kissing her shoulder and causing pure pleasure to flood her body. Damn! The man was hot, and he made her so hot. Not to mention, he knew what to do with his tongue and teeth.
He bit into her flesh lightly, pricking the skin and making Trish moan as liquid flooded to her pleasure center. “Oh, yes. Bite me.”
Rider grabbed her ass cheeks in either hand, lifting her off the floor as he sank his teeth in a bit harder. “You make me want to lose control,” he said, throat gravely and growly. “I want to slam into you so hard and make you scream until you’re a quivering mass of exhaustion.”
“So do it,” she challenged.
Rider tossed her onto the bed. He stood over her, stripping his belt from his pants before yanking them to the floor. Without warning, he lunged at her, pawing at her shorts until he could strip them from her body, roughly pulling her to the end of the bed in the process.
Trish loved it. Somehow, him being rough and a touch dirty made everything more exciting. She’d only ever had sex in the missionary style where everything was polite and utterly boring. Rider was anything but boring.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him against the warm heat flooding throughout her. “Tell me how much you want me,” she ordered.
“You drive me crazy. All I’ve wanted all day is to rip your clothes off.” His mouth crashed into hers, nipping and licking, demanding and hot. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
She reached between them, finding his thick cock already hard and ready for her. She stroked up and down his length, and Rider’s breathing turned ragged. “I want you inside me,” she whispered.
Rider pushed away from her into to a standing position, bending down swiftly. When he stood up, he had a foil package in his hands. He ripped into it with his teeth, pulling the condom out and slipping it on.
“Take that bra off,” he barked. “Let me see those hot tits.”
Trish pushed herself up onto her elbows, thrusting her chest out more as she grinned. “Come do it yourself.”
Obviously up for the challenge, Rider slid his chiseled body up the length of hers, kissing as he went. He buried his face into her cleavage, sucking and licking while he fumbled one-handed to undo the clasps on her bra.
When he got it loose, Rider sat up, straddling her with a knee on either side of her pelvis while he yanked the pink lace free, yanking her arms out from under her and making her lay flat. He tossed the bra over his head. “This image played through my mind all night last night,” he said, eyeing her body.
Trish’s confidence faltered for just a second, making her lose concentration and her passion cooled slightly. “Were you upset that we didn’t do anything?”
“Upset?” He shook his head, running his fingertips lightly across her chest and down her stomach. “Anticipation makes it all better. I’d wait however long I had to with you as the reward for my patience.”
She wiggled her way up the bed, crooking a finger for him to join her. “I’m the one getting the prize. Do what you did yesterday.”
“Will you beg for it?” he asked, not scooting up the bed to join her.
“Please.”
“Please what?”
“Touch me,” she whispered.
He once again eyed her up and down. “Touch you where? Show me.”
Feeling extra naughty, but heart also pounding with renewed excitement, Trish slid her hand down her stomach toward her waistline. “Down there.”
“Show me,” he ordered again.
She’d never touched herself in front of anyone else, and her muscles all contracted, pulsating with anticipated pleasure that battled with her nervousness. “Does that turn you on? Watching?”
He tilted his head sideways, eyes on her fingers where they twitched through the tuft of fuzz hiding her most intimate place. “I think it turns you on,” he answered, licking his lips slowly. “And that totally does it for me.”
Trish pulled her legs from beneath his, gently caressing his thighs with her toes. She spread her legs, revealing herself to him completely.
Still hesitant, the pulsations going on were almost too much to handle. She needed outside stimulation, but she was embarrassed to do it herself with him watching.
“Now!” he ordered. “I’m not touching you unless you show me.”
Nipples hard and everything in her screaming out for something to happen, Trish closed her eyes and tipped her head back. As she touched her own center of liquid heat, she heard Rider’s sharp intake of breath, matching hers.
“I have to see how you like it,” he urged. “Show me what to do to you, lover.”
Trish cautiously wiggled her index finger, finding the pleasure zone that made her gasp. “Here,” she panted. “I want you to touch me here.”
The feel of Rider’s shoulders against her thighs shocked her momentarily, and she pulled her hand away. “What are you—?”
“Keep directing me,” he said, and his lips brushed against her inner thigh when he grabbed her hand to move it back down.
Trish cautiously stroked herself, and Rider joined in. First, his smooth finger rubbed alongside hers, giving her double stimulation that made everything Trish had ever felt in the past seem like it was nothing.
“Oh, oh, oh!” She tilted her pelvis, rubbing herself faster to get Rider to increase the pace as well.
Within moments, she moved her hand, letting herself lose all control as an orgasm descended, shaking her entire body.
As soon as the trembling stopped, a new sensation started down below. Something moist flicked against her throbbing core, twirling around it. After a few seconds, Trish realized it was Rider’s tongue. When he sucked her clit into his mouth, she felt herself take off again.
As he continued licking and sucking, Rider stuck a finger inside her.
It was too much. An earth-shattering shudder went throughout her body, and Trish half sat up, twisting her fingers into his hair to keep him in place as she squealed and cried out, tightening her legs around his ears.
Collapsing against the bed once it ended, Trish wondered if her heart would pound right out of her chest. She sucked in air, still experiencing delicious aftershocks of pleasure.
“I’ve never had anything like that,” she admitted. “What are you doing to me?”
“Something I’m hoping you’ll want me to repeat often,” he replied, sliding up her body until his lips found hers.
She could taste the saltiness of herself on his lips. No man had ever done that for her, and Trish sucked his tongue into her mouth while scratching her nails lightly against his back. She thought she was completely spent, but as they kissed and caressed each other’s bodies, Trish was surprised to find her lower region tightening once again,
wanting another round of mind-blowing passion.
“What do you want?” she asked. “Tell me what to do to you.”
Rider pulled away, grinning. “I’ve done most of the work. It’s up to you now.” He grabbed onto her shoulders, rolling on the bed to pull her on top of him. “Ride me, Trish. Ride me hard and fast.”
“You want me on top?” She stopped for a moment, not quite sure how to go about it. “I’ve never...”
“It’s easy,” he urged. “Straddle me, sexy. Go at your own pace at first.”
Trish did as he ordered, resting herself against his hard stomach. She reached behind her back, finding his staff as stiff and ready as it had been before. With tentative strokes, she pet him, learning the shape and length of him.
Rider gave a low moan. “You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of having, Trish. God, I want you so bad.”
He was everything she’d dreamed of too. She wanted to please him as much as he had her. Trish lifted herself from his stomach, scooting back and then guiding him to the verge of her opening. She slowly took him inside, her body clenching and tightening around his large size.
“Yes. You’re so tight and hot,” he mumbled, wiggling slightly beneath her. “It’s all I can do to keep myself from ramming into you, making you mine forever.”
Every time he talked, Trish found herself more turned on. She took more of him inside, tilting back and forth as she did so. After taking his entire length, Trish sat still for a few moments, adjusting to him, becoming one with him.
“Ride me,” he urged.
She wanted to please him, wanted him as happy as she felt right now. Leaning into him, Trish planted her hands on his chest and lifted away only to rejoin him, taking his length once again.
“Yes, yes,” he moaned. “That’s it.”
Greatly daring, Trish sat more upright, reaching down between them to touch herself again.
Rider saw what she did and smiled. “Naughty minx. I love it!”
Even though she had worried about doing what he liked, suddenly everything clicked. They moved together, in and out, their pants and moans in harmony. Rider’s hands roamed her body, sometimes helping her down below, sometimes igniting fiery passion elsewhere.
Just when she thought her legs would give out, Rider suddenly sat up, twisting her around and slamming her to the bed. He threw one of her legs over his shoulder, opening her up to a different sensation as he pumped in and out of her.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “I can’t take it anymore. I can’t!”
Sweat rolled off Rider’s shoulders, causing her leg to slide down his arm. None of that mattered. Trish screamed just like he said he wanted her to, scratching her nails sharply down his back as everything inside her exploded once more.
He grunted, pounding into her a few more strokes before slumping on top of her, body trembling just like hers as they rode their bliss together.
Rider held Trish, utterly exhausted but not remembering the last time he felt this good, this relaxed. Trish was everything he’d ever pictured himself wanting.
As their sweaty bodies cooled, his back became chilled. Rider rolled off Trish, and she murmured with sleepy discontent.
“Cold. Come back.”
“I’m not going far,” he promised, groping on the ground to find where the covers had gone. He snagged the edge of the comforter and pulled it onto the bed, bundling Trish into his arms and snuggling them both inside the blanket.
She uttered a soft sound, stroking his back in a lazy way that told Rider she was close to falling asleep.
“Today was perfect,” he whispered, kissing her forehead. “Thank you for that.”
“The first of many perfect days,” she said. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“I feel the same.”
“Good.” She kissed his neck, nuzzling into him. “Now, it’s time to sleep. We need to recharge because I want to do that again when we wake up.”
Rider chuckled, rubbing her back. “Sounds like a plan.”
And now that they had made love, Rider wavered on telling her the truth about himself and his past. All his life, he thought he had never fallen for anyone because his past held him back. With Trish, he wanted to move full speed ahead, especially now.
Earlier, coming clean with her had seemed like a good idea. After today, all he wanted was to spend more and more time with her. If the truth might upset his chances at finding happiness and possibly the woman who could be his partner for the rest of his life, Rider thought the truth might be overrated.
All he had to do now was get Trish safely through this horror cruise without anyone hurting her, keep her away from her boss, convince his boss she had nothing to fear from Trish, and then find some dirt on Stacy to ensure the woman never bothered Trish, her sister, or himself again.
“You seem tense, Trench Coat,” Trish grumbled. “It’s making it hard to sleep. Are you already ready for more?”
He needed to focus on the here and now. Trish was in his arms and wanted him. Their problems at home would wait until the end of the cruise.
“I’m good for now,” he said. “Go to sleep, but be ready when we wake up.”
Chapter 20
The rounds of lovemaking all through the night were so exhausting and intense, that Trish hadn’t cared about getting off the cruise ship at the port in Antigua. However, Rider had pointed out that it might be the only time they ever visited—assuring her that he planned on them traveling together in the future, but he wanted to explore other places. They spent an enjoyable day together on the island, and Trish loved that Rider held her hand almost the entire time.
While boarding the ship, she smiled at him. “I’m not sad about returning to our room.”
“Me either.” He winked. “But we will have to emerge for dinner tonight.”
She nodded her agreement. “If only we hadn’t run into Carrie, but I suppose the least we can do is have dinner with her and Patrick.”
“He seems like a nice guy, huh?” Rider asked.
Trish thought about that. Patrick certainly hadn’t killed Carrie, if that was what qualified as nice. She still wasn’t sure if he was the killer or not. She didn’t trust anyone except Rider at this point. Nice people were especially suspect.
“You aren’t convinced.” Rider shrugged. “Me either, but as long as no one else gets hurt, I’m okay with that.”
“And the FBI will have all the records, even though we were suspicious enough to wonder.” She had felt much better about everything once she realized that the ship kept records of where everyone was.
“Hey, Trisha?” a voice called from behind her. “Wait up!”
Trish froze and her stomach churned with nerves. Just because people weren’t disappearing, that didn’t mean she was safe.
Turning slowly, she faced her boss. “Hello again, Thomas. Did you visit this port? I hope you’re enjoying yourself.”
With Rider by her side, she could handle being around the man even if she knew what he was after. She couldn’t have been any clearer about being with Rider, so Thomas had to understand now that she wouldn’t do whatever he’d thought she would when he booked this trip.
“I’m not enjoying it, actually.” Thomas came to a stop beside them, glaring at Rider. “I need to talk to you right now.”
Rider put his arm around Trish’s waist. “So talk.”
Thomas’s eyes narrowed even further. “I don’t care what sort of stupid promises she made to you. This is a private matter.”
Trish clung to Rider. “Like we talked about before, if it’s something to do with work it needs to wait. I’m on vacation.”
“It’s not about work.”
“Then you can say whatever you need to in front of my man.” She leaned further into Rider, kissing him in a way she normally wouldn’t do in public. “We have no secrets.”
“I’m afraid you do have secrets.” Thomas sneered at Rider. “Do you want to tell her about the real rea
son you’re here or should I?”
Rider’s body stiffened against Trish’s, alerting her to a problem. He was upset about Thomas’s accusations.
“Rider?” She pulled slightly away and turned to face him. “What’s wrong?”
He shrugged. “How should I know? We both know your boss is trying to get into your pants. He can’t handle the fact that you and I are together.”
“That’s not it,” Thomas insisted. “It’s been bugging me since I first saw you together. I felt like I knew this man.”
“You probably do,” Trish said. “He’s a PI. I’m sure he’s been involved in a case or two our firm handled over the years.”
Thomas shook his head. “That’s not it. I remembered he was a PI after talking to you the other night and figuring out who he is.”
“Get out of the way.” Rider tried to take a step forward, grabbing Trish’s hand. “We don’t need to listen to anything he says. He’s jealous, is all. I have you and he wants you.”
Rider sounded upset and frantic, something Trish had never expected from him. She wanted to trust Rider and tell Thomas to take a hike, but the truth was, even though she wanted to think something real could happen between her and the PI, she hardly knew him. Thomas, she knew. He might be a pervert and an overall jerk, but he was also an observant man who hardly ever lost a case that he took on. He was good at ferreting out the truth. However, he was also good at spinning that truth to suit his purpose.
“I’m not jealous, Trisha,” Thomas said. “I knew your friend here was a PI because he’s my wife’s personal lapdog.”
Trish shook her head, looking between the two men. “I don’t understand.”
“He’s the man who follows me around.” Thomas gave another sneer in Rider’s direction. “I bet you thought you were slick and good at your job, private dick, but I’ve seen you. What do you do? Take pictures for Stacy so she can get my dates to back off?”
Trish wanted to believe that Thomas was lying, but one look at Rider’s face was all it took to show his guilt.
She backed away from him. “You work for Stacy Baker? Did you take that picture of Lucy?”
