by Rachel Angel
“As are you…like bolting ahead like a wild woman on the horse just to beat me. However, I fear that we’ll have to cut your jeans later if we put the tourniquet on with them still on.”
Savannah looked, knowing what his statement implied. She boldly stated that they’d just have to slide the jeans off since it was very hard to find a pair of jeans that fit well for a woman. It was her excuse to hopefully work toward something else…something to distract from the throbbing pain of her ankle.
Ryland slid her jeans off gently, leaving a trail of his touch everywhere on her lower body.
“You have a doctor’s touch,” Savannah said.
“I’m just glad you’re okay, Savannah.” Ryland paused, looking into her eyes and showing something so raw, so genuine. She was taken aback and captivated by it.
Before Savannah realized it, Ryland had put her ankle in the tourniquet and was leaning in so close to her. She couldn’t resist the temptation and she put her hand on his bare chest and started to feel it, longing to explore more.
Ryland’s body shook and his hand reached out, grazing the top of Savannah’s breasts, causing her to groan. She could feel his breath on her neck and she longed to put her lips on his body, tasting his musky scent and feeling the trail of goose bumps her kisses would leave behind.
Taking her head into his hands, Ryland leaned in and kissed Savannah, sticking his tongue deeply in her, plunging into her mouth like his cock would enter into her wet excitement. Savannah’s hands roamed, showing that she wanted him to continue. However, something inside of Ryland went off like a warning alarm. “Excuse me. I’m sorry.”
Savannah instantly went into preventative mode and said, “No, excuse me. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m the doctor and you’re my client…”
“…Fuck the doctor/client thing. I’ve been a gentleman all this time and I want you. I want you so fucking bad that it’s distracting.”
Savannah placed her finger on his lips and moved in toward him, kissing his neck and chest. His hands slid under her shirt and unlatched the black lace bra she was wearing underneath her t-shirt, freeing her breasts. He touched them, kneading them longingly and Savannah slid her hands into his pants and felt his massive erection, longing to taste it on her lips and feel it inside of her.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Ryland mumbled.
“Then give me more,” she said. “Let’s face it, Ryland. I’m as hot for you as you are for me.”
“You’re so damn sexy,” he said.
“Then make your move. I’ve been waiting for you to pick up where we left off in the room the other night. Show me what you’ve got. I want it all,” Savannah said.
Chapter 11
Once again, Savannah found herself in the strong embrace of Ryland, but this time she wasn’t going to hold back. She was going to give him everything she had and enjoy everything he had to give. She didn’t care if she climaxed until she had a permanent grin upon her face for the rest of her life. This was necessity; it was urgent and it was hers for the giving and receiving.
There was a patch of soft grass and Ryland gently placed Savannah down on it, staring down into her beautiful eyes and feeling his arousal grow even more erect. She was so damn beautiful and he wanted her…all of her.
He leaned over and gently placed her on the grass, sliding down next to her.
“I want these off,” Savannah demanded.
“What a bossy patient, but I want you to get better so…if that’s what it takes,” Ryland replied, smiling coyly.
He slid off his jeans and Savannah gasped at the massive size of his cock. She could tell it was big, but it was really big. She slid her hand into his boxers one more time, encouraging him to peel them off too.
As Ryland was doing that, Savannah slid her t-shirt off and slung her unlatched bra to the side, sitting there with legs extended, waiting for Ryland to take her in any which way he wanted.
“Your body is so beautiful…so perfect,” Ryland said, running his hands on her breasts. He leaned over then and began kissing them, nibbling at her erect nipples and increasing her desire even more. She wouldn’t have thought that was even possible.
Ryland’s hands slid down and wedged between Savannah’s black lace panties and her pussy, which was wet with anticipation. His fingers slid into her and she trembled, feeling an instant sense of relief from his touch, but wanting so much more. Her hips moved forward, helping his fingers go deeper into her, but it wasn’t deep enough. She wanted more and she began to slide her panties down, not wanting anything to stand between Ryland and her…except maybe a makeshift tourniquet made out of bark and sexy man t-shirt.
Before another word could be said, Ryland and Savannah were touching each other all over, exploring every inch of the other one’s body. This time there were no clothes in between them and as the tension mounted, they both knew they were closer to what they really wanted…a full out release with their bodies connected everywhere.
“Take me,” Savannah whispered. “I need it. I need you to do it now.”
Ryland leaned over Savannah and slid into her, using his arms to hold him above her. He moved back and forth, staring at her beautiful face. Her body writhed with each stroke, matching his fervor, bringing each closer to climaxing. He was so big, she was, captivated by the movement of his cock in and out of her, the sensation of fullness, causing her to gasp every time he would thrust deeply into her.
Finally, her body started to shake violently and she cried out in a loud guttural moan, her face filled with immense pleasure. Ryland stared at her beauty as he kept pumping her until he cried out with a deep groan, “Oh Savannah, you’re good!”
Ryland rolled over to his side and began to caress Savannah’s body with his pointer finger, making little swirling motions and watching how they left a small trail of goose bumps on her tan and silky skin.
“How’s that for a distraction from your sprained ankle?” Ryland asked.
“It was just what this doctor ordered,” Savannah began. Then the reality of what she really was at this island to do set back in. “However, I am afraid it’ll take me longer than I would have expected to do the research. I’ll either have to stay longer or come back if that doesn’t work out for you.”
“Well, I’m not having you leave and then come back. I guess you’ll have to stay. It’s a good thing that I know just how to take care of workman comp cases such as this.”
“I’ll say,” Savannah said. “Now the problem I find myself in is how I get back to the stables on horseback, with no pants nonetheless.”
“You could stay naked and say we were re-enacting out Lady Guinevere,” Ryland offered.
“And you would be Lancelot,” Savannah replied, laughing at the thought.
“Well, since I don’t think you’re up for a naked horse ride, I think I should get back to the stables and get the Jeep. I’ll come back for you and have the proper blankets to cover your bottom half. Sound like a deal?”
Savannah replied, “One that I can’t refuse.” Ryland helped her get dressed, which was a highly sexual act in itself. He was so gentle and caring with her, making her feel longing rise again in her body. She was clearly someone who could be insatiable with him; no doubt about it. What was not to respond to? He was hot, caring, intelligent, and rich. He was the entire package.
Remember…you don’t have time for a relationship; especially a cross country one, Savannah reminded herself.
Savannah lay down, staring up at the blue skies and watching the clouds roll around when Ryland left with the horses. He thought it would be a half hour max and she hoped he was right. It felt odd lying there in her panties, staring at the clouds, on a private island full of wild horses and whatnot. It was kind of a cool fantasy come to life, but she preferred the parts where there was the exotic man with her…the man known as Ryland Roth.
* * *
“Savannah, wake up,” Ryland said, looking down at her. He had a soft smile on his face and a spar
kle in his eyes.
“I can’t believe I fell asleep out here,” Savannah said.
“You’re obviously behind on your rest. It’s time to get you into the house. I called the doctor from the mainland just to confirm that your ankle is only sprained and okay.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” Savannah protested. She had never liked going to the doctor’s office.
“But I did. I’ve got to take care of you,” Ryland said. He helped guide her up and over to the jeep, where he had a skirt there to slide up over her legs.
“Great idea! Definitely better than a blanket around my bum.”
“Thanks,” Ryland replied. “But I am kind of partial to that sexy bum of yours.”
Twenty minutes later, Savannah was lying in the guest bed and was told to rest until the doctor had looked at her ankle. She wasn’t really tired because she kept reliving the amazing sexual adventure she’d just had in her mind. When the plate of food came for her to eat she did realize she was hungry…hungry for food and hungry for more fun with Ryland.
Chapter 12
Savannah sat on the back porch, pouring over paperwork regarding the horses and everything she’d been able to discover thus far. The coroner’s report on Star had been disheartening, to say the least. Nothing showed unusual aside from a slightly elevated white blood count. Yet, the horse had been so sick…sick enough that it had died. There was a bit of bark in his stomach, but that really wasn’t a big deal. Ryland had said it seemed to calm the horse sometimes and it was always drawn to its sweet aroma after a rainfall.
The whinnies of wild horses could be heard in the distance, echoing through the breeze, and Savannah looked up, wanting to go ride and see them. After riding for a few days in a row, so carefree and with such zest, she missed riding the past few days. It would be the best way to clear her mind.
“How’s it going?” Ryland asked, placing his hands on her shoulders and moving them around, massaging her as he spoke.
“Better now that I feel that.”
“Getting antsy?”
“I can’t stand not being able to move around. It’s driving me crazy, plus, my under-arms are getting soar from the crutches.”
“I can help with that,” Ryland said, sliding his hands down her waist and lifting her t-shirt up so he could slide them back up under.
“Mmmm,” Savannah moaned, instantly wanting to feel more of his roaming hands on different body parts.
“Just touching you makes me so damn hard. It’s crazy,” Ryland murmured.
“Crazy is good…in this case anyway.”
“I agree,” he said. He walked around in front of her and set himself down on the opposite end of the ottoman that held her sprained ankle up.
Savannah had taken to wearing skirts because it was easiest to deal with the wrap around her ankle. A pleasant result of the skirts had been the easier access that it gave Ryland when he was in the mood to examine her from head to toe, making her come until she was exhausted.
Ryland’s hands slowly traveled up Savannah’s long muscular legs and his lips followed, kissing her legs tenderly, making her shiver as they got closer to her pussy, which would have screamed take me if it could.
A finger was tugging on the top of Savannah’s thong panties, slowly pulling them down and sliding them gently over her ankle. Then he made his way back up and she willingly separated her legs further, showing that she wanted what he promised to deliver.
His tongue began to flicker, caressing the outside of her entry, making her body shake with eager anticipation. The wetness within her kept building, making her feel its sweet stickiness slowly coming out and savoring the way Ryland licked it up, urgent to taste her and feel her.
Ryland’s lips traveled up and he began to kiss Savannah more intensely on the lips, allowing her to feel her taste upon his lips. She responded hungrily and longingly, enjoying the way Ryland’s tongue plunged into her mouth. The next thing she knew, his fingers were sliding into her, stroking her and moving in and out, as if they were his cock. They extended to her deepest parts, making her instantly feel an orgasm starting to erupt.
“Yes, yes,” Savannah whispered.
“It’s good,” Ryland replied.
She tried to say yes, but instead her body stiffened, absorbing the orgasm she had surging through her. Then he pulled away and smiled at her.
“More,” Savannah said, trying to pull him closer.
“Not now,” Ryland said, smiling at his mega tease. “That was just a little sample of what is to come later.”
Savannah began to pout, showing that she wasn’t pleased by his antics, but it didn’t work. Ryland slowly slid her panties back on and stood up. Just in time too. Miss Baker came around the corner within seconds.
OMG! Was she watching? Savannah wondered. Her cheeks were flushed from what she’d just experienced, but she thought they turned a shade darker from the horrible thought of her watching them in an intimate moment.
“Your appointment is here, Mr. Roth,” Miss Baker said. She was smiling politely, looking like she’d chiseled the smile on her face.
“Thank you, Mandy. I’ll be right there. Please see if there’s anything you can get Savannah.” With that, Ryland was off and Savannah was left staring at the woman who probably despised her more every day.
“I’m fine,” Savannah said before she could say anything. “I can manage if I need anything.”
“Very well,” Miss Baker responded. She turned around quickly and walked away, back into the house.
“I’d sooner sprain my other ankle trying to take care of myself than have her help me,” Savannah muttered, knowing that she was really talking to no one in particular. Yes, she was indeed restless and antsy; wanting to experience more island and definitely more Ryland.
Two hours later, Ryland was back. He was gone twenty minutes later after teasing her intensely by softly kissing her shoulder blades and neck, leaving her absolutely out of sorts.
Miss Baker didn’t show herself again and eventually Savannah did get hungry, getting up to go into the house with the help of just her muscles and her crutches. The wind had picked up and she wanted to take her paperwork in too so it wouldn’t blow away. She had her paperwork under one arm, bracketed by the crutches, and went to the sliding patio doors. As she leaned to open the door up she heard a gruff, “What are you doing?” behind her. She jumped, turned around, dropped the paperwork, and toppled forward into Ryland’s arms.
“Gees…you scared the crap out of me,” Savannah said, looking guiltily at him.
“Why are you doing this alone? Where is Miss Baker?”
“I told her that I didn’t need her help…”
“…But I told her to help you. I’m boss,” Ryland said.
Savannah looked at him incredulously, not sure if he was serious or not. She didn’t like Miss Baker, but didn’t need to do anything else to make her more of an enemy than usual.
“I’m going to have to take you to your room and punish you, I think,” Ryland said.
“If I’ve been bad, I’ve been bad. However, I’m hungry. That’s why I was going in.”
Ryland picked up Savannah and set her down on the chair she’d just worked so hard to leave and quickly picked up her folder, having to chase a few pieces of paper around the porch. It made Savannah laugh with delight, giving her some big entertainment after a day of no conclusions with Star’s investigation and way too many sexual interruptions that left her hanging on for more.
After the papers were in the house he came back out for Savannah and carried her into the house. “We shall serve you lunch in your room,” he declared, carrying her to her room and looking down at her with fake glares and an exaggerated look of disapproval.
How does he do that? He looks sexy even when he’s trying to look mad. Damn, he’s hot.
Ryland pretended he was going to toss Savannah on the bed and she brought it, bracing herself for a painful jolt to her ankle when she landed. He gently placed
her down though, ordering her to wiggle out of her clothes while he went to get her lunch.
That was an order she wasn’t going to refuse. She wriggled out of her clothes carefully, trying to figure out how to lay seductively on the bed while keeping her ankle propped up the way it was supposed to be. Before she figured it out, Ryland was back in the room.
“Very good,” he said. “I’m glad you followed one of my orders.”
“Me too,” Savannah said, raising her eyes playfully.
“Now, let’s get some food in you. You need to keep your energy up so you can heal up that ankle.”
For the next twenty minutes, Savannah delighted in the shocking surprise of being hand fed a meal by Ryland. He pulled red grapes from the vine and placed them on her lips gently, sliding them in for her to chew. He’d had a steak made and cut it all up, feeding her each tender delectable bite one at a time, followed by a sip of some amazing red wine, a merlot he said.
