Riding Lil' Red Hard: A Modern Day Fairy Tale (Fairy Tale Series Book 3)

by Eddie Cleveland

  I explore deeper inside, calling out to anyone who might be here, “Hello?”

  As I make my way through the empty rooms, it’s easy to see this place is abandoned. Still, I’ve seen too many horror movies to take that for granted. I do a room by room search that brings me back to my military days when we had to clear buildings. After checking every room and every closet, I’m confident when I tell Red to come in.

  She steps inside tenderly, like she thinks she might step into a booby trap.

  “Hey, it’s okay. I’ve searched the place high and low. It’s just us. No one has been here for years.” I pull her into me and kiss her forehead as the tension melts from her body.

  “It does seem better than the barn.” She looks around, clearly getting accustomed to our new shelter. “And the roof doesn’t look like it’s about to fall in, so I’m gonna put that in the plus column,” she jokes with a smile.

  “I mean, I’m all for a skylight, but the ceiling not gushing water on us is definitely a bonus.” I smile back. Walking back into the living room, I jerk my head toward the far corner. “Here’s the real selling point.” I point at the wood stove. “Once I get this baby going, we’ll be able to get warmed up and dry out all our stuff.”

  “How are you going to get a fire going? There’s no wood?”

  Now that finding a safe place to get out of the storm isn’t my biggest priority, I notice how fucking sexy she is. The way the water smooths her wild red hair just makes her green eyes look huge. The way the raindrops are sliding down her face and collecting on her pale chin reminds me of the hot shower we shared this morning.

  Damn. Was that only this morning? That feels like a lifetime ago.

  “Not here, but there’s a bunch in the back hall. It’s nice and dry. I’ll grab some.” I drop my bags on the floor and breeze past her. If I let myself get lost in this haze of passion, if I get pulled into her irresistible orbit, we’ll both die of exposure. Mostly because I’ll never get around to making a fire when I rip all our clothes off and fuck her senseless.

  An armful of wood will be enough to get us going. I carry my haul back into the other room and still force myself to ignore Red’s full pout and the way her wet clothes cling to her curves. Instead, my focus is solely in making the fire. I pull a newspaper and matches from my bag and get started. It doesn’t take long before I have a roaring orange flame heating my face and promising us comfort.

  “Wow, that’s impressive.” Red smirks and even though her body hasn’t been touched by the heat yet, I can see I’ve managed to get her all hot in other ways. “Were you some kind of super scout or something? I’ve never seen someone get a fire going that quick. Not that I know much about it. I’m more of an electric heat girl myself.”

  “Scout? Not my style.” I laugh as I try to imagine myself collecting badges or singing campfire songs. “Spent a lot of years in the SEALs, but I knew how to start a fire before I ever went to basic.” I shrug.

  “SEALs? You were a navy SEAL?” Her eyes sparkle with the thought. She bites her lips and looks me over like she’s seeing me again for the first time.

  “That’s the one.”

  Her breasts seem to rise higher as she breathes in deep. I hold out my hand.

  “Now get over here and get warmed up,” I demand.

  Normally she’d have some kind of smartass remark, or at least give me a look, but she doesn’t this time. She obediently walks over to me, peering up at me from hooded eyes, and I wonder what else she’ll do if I tell her to.

  “It’s still pretty cold in here,” she murmurs as I pull her in against my chest.

  “It’ll warm up just in time,” I promise.

  “In time for what?”

  “Once I grab my sleeping bag and blankets and strip off all your clothes, it’ll be warm just in time for me to fuck you.”

  12

  Red

  In my mind, I try to form a smartass response. Something to knock him down a peg for being so damned cocky and just assuming I’m desperate to climb on him and have his thick cock part my walls, penetrating me deeper than I’ve ever experienced before. Out loud, though, all I manage is a sigh that betrays the ache of need building up in me.

  “Is that so?” I manage to lamely squeak out, but there’s no fire in my words. Not like the wall of flames building up in the stove behind Ryan.

  I had no idea he was a navy SEAL, but now it does make a few things click into place. The way he fought Wolfe, he looked like someone with experience. I just figured he’s been in a few brawls on his crazy road trip. Swaggering into small town bars and flirting with the ladies is a sure way to make some drunken enemies.

  Now I understand how he was able to keep Wolfe under control so well because he’s done hand-to-hand combat. Or maybe he’s fought guys who’d make Wolfe look like a little purring kitten. My pussy floods with desire and I clench my thighs tight as my breathing quickens. There’s just something so raw and primal about being with a man you know can protect you. A man you know would fight to the end for you. I just hope Wolfe doesn’t track us down and make it come to that.

  “It is.” There’s no glint of teasing in his eyes. He levels me with his serious stare and I swallow hard. How does he cause this tingle of nerves that are fluttering in my belly? Something about how he carries himself, the way he talks, it makes my years of experiences fade away until they disappear from memory, like he’s the first man I’ve ever shared my body with.

  “Get your boots off and toss them next to the stove,” Ryan instructs me, walking away from me before I can even pretend I’m not going to listen. I rip open my laces and tug off my boots, delicately placing them on the tile floor as he yanks his sleeping gear out.

  Ryan neatly lays out a sleeping bag and blanket as I tug off my wet socks. No sooner than it’s laid on the floor, he strides up to me and runs his hands down over my soaking wet shirt. He doesn’t say a word. He doesn’t have to. I can almost feel his rapid pulse in his fingertips as he slides them under the hem and slowly pulls it free from my body.

  I help him undress me, holding my hands up over my head while he removes the clinging wet fabric. The chill in the air swirls around me, making my nipples pucker up into peaks. But Ryan breathes a deep heat over me as he kisses a trail over my neck and down across my collarbone and down over my full breast.

  I gasp as he sucks my nipple in over his lips and the taut diamond tip meets his flickering tongue. I can’t control the building pleasure that begins to boil up inside me as I let my head fall back and my wet hair blanket me.

  “God, your tits are perfect.” Ryan cups one in his hand and circles his tongue around my rosy nipple.

  “Mmmm, that feels so good,” I purr, pushing my hips into him.

  “Get your sexy ass over here.” Ryan grabs my arms and walks me backward until my bare feet hit the blanket he’s laid out for us. I let him push me to my knees and smirk up at him as the rock hard outline of his cock hides nothing of what’s promised to me in his jeans.

  I lick my lips slowly and he groans. Grabbing his wet shirt with one hand at the back of the neck, he tugs it off quickly and tosses it to the floor. I gaze over the incredible definition in his abs. The way the muscles are cut deep, each one firm and perfect. I run my hands up over his stomach partly just to convince myself he’s real.

  “I can’t wait to suck you off again,” I tease him and he appears to be almost in pain as I take my time opening his belt and tugging down his zipper. When I push the wet fabric down far enough, his fat cock swings in front of my face like a wagging finger telling me how naughty I am. I slide my lips over the tip and smile as I hear Ryan give in to the pleasure.

  That’s why, when he steps back, I’m totally confused. He doesn’t let the question form on my lips, though. Sliding down to the blanket with me, he kisses me hard and deep as his fingers open my pants and he pushes them down over the curve of my ass like he doesn’t care if he destroys them in the process.

  He guid
es me back onto the blanket and I lift my hips to help him slip the jeans and my panties the rest of the way down. “I can’t wait to be inside you, Red. There’s something about you, I don’t know what it is, but it fucking kills my self-control. If you suck me off for ten more seconds I’ll cum in your mouth. I can’t have that. I need to fuck you.”

  I open my legs, giving him a glimpse of the place he’s so desperate for, and watch him stare at my glistening pussy transfixed. “I want you to fuck me, Ryan,” I confess.

  I’ve never felt sexier than right now. The way his body is tensed up and almost shivering with desire for me. I’m not sure I’ve ever had this much power over a guy before. I’d get high on it, revel in it, maybe even take advantage of it if he wasn’t having the exact same effect on me. The truth is, I’m just as desperate for every inch of him to slide up inside me. It’s like a drug and I’m dying for my next hit.

  Ryan pulls his wallet out of his jeans and then pushes them free of his legs. It takes maybe a second for him to tug a foil wrapper free from inside and push a condom down his shaft and secure it. He moves in on me quickly, pushing my knees flat to the floor so my pussy is completely exposed to him. Ryan lines his cock up to my entrance. Even just the tip pressed past my lips is enough to make me clench down in anticipation. I lean up on my elbows, watching as he fists the base of his thick member, but my eyes flutter closed and a moan escapes my lips as he fills me completely and bears his weight down on my body.

  “Fuck,” he whispers in my ear. He cradles my head on his hand and holds his torso up with his free arm as he thrusts into me deeper. I lift my legs, sliding them around his waist and locking him in with my ankles. I dig my heels into his ass, bringing him in deeper, and he cuts off my mewling with his kisses.

  “I’m so wet for you,” I manage to speak. “There’s no way I could take your cock if I wasn’t.” I notice the smirk that crosses his face.

  Ryan grunts as he pushes into me deep. I’m so full, stretched out so tight, there’s almost a hint of pain mixed with the overwhelming bliss building up inside.

  “Are you ready?” His eyes flicker over to mine and I can see a fever burning up inside him. “’Cause I’m gonna fuck your tight little pussy raw,” he growls.

  I bite my lip as my walls bear down against him. Just his words make me tighten against his shaft and I nod. “I’m ready.”

  Ryan was restraining himself before. I didn’t realize how fast and hard he could fuck until I told him to stop holding back. He plants his hands on either side of my head and each thrust of his hips slides his member inside me so deep all I can do is gasp as my body trembles and my tits bounce. He pumps into me faster, sweat glistening down over his brow at the same speed my fingernails drag over his back. He reaches back and unhooks my feet. Grabbing a heel in each hand, he holds them up by my head and fills me so completely, his balls slap against my asshole with each deep thrust.

  My pussy clenches down and my orgasm shreds through me, spreading through my body like a ripple in a pond, each circle spreading out further and further until I’m completely quaking with bliss.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Ryan warns me as he buries his cock inside me deep. His seed spurts into the latex barrier between us and his muscles tense and twitch as he empties his cum inside.

  He rolls off of me and collapses back on the blanket, pulling me to his side. For a moment, the abandoned house is eerily silent except for our breathing and the crackle of the fire. It’s like we escaped the outside world and created our own little universe of two. I lie against his chest and let my body hum as I listen to Ryan’s beating heart.

  “Told you I’d warm you up,” Ryan muses and kisses my forehead.

  I laugh and snuggle into him, basking in the glow of the fire and listening to the rain outside tink off the tin roof. Sleep tugs at me, lulling me into a sweet dream.

  Crash! Klunk!

  My eyelids spring open and Ryan sits up straight as my heart races and I stare at the living room door horrified.

  “Oh fuck, he found us! Ryan, what are we going to do?” My throat closes up and my words escape from my vocal chords like a hiss of air from a flattening tire.

  He jumps to his feet, completely naked and ready to fight off Wolfe for the second time today. This time, he holds his finger over his lips to shush me and grabs a chopped log of wood like a baseball bat and creeps toward the door. I rise to my feet and watch, praying that somehow Wolfe hasn’t tracked us down. But in my heart, I know that no matter where I go, he’ll find me.

  13

  Ryan

  I creep along the wall, edging toward the living room door so I can peer out toward the noise in the back hall. Red’s fingers circle my wrist, her nails cutting into my skin and forcing me to turn my attention to her.

  “Ryan, wait.” Her eyes dart around the room wildly. “He wouldn’t track us without a gun this time. I know him. He’ll be prepared. We need to get dressed and go.” The panic quells up in her voice.

  “Go? Where?” I jerk my head to the room. There’s no door leading to the outside in here. To leave the house we need to go toward the noise.

  “Out the window,” she pleads in desperate whispers. “Please.” She begins to pull away, grabbing her still soaking wet clothes before glancing over her shoulder at me, cowering.

  Holding the wood tight in my hand, I don’t lose the power in my grip in case Wolfe is sneaking through the house toward us. But I can’t let Red try to bust through one of these windows with wet clothes and no plan. She’s not thinking straight. Wolfe will easily track the noise and, if she’s worried about being shot, that’s about as sure of a way to end up dead as I can imagine.

  “Red, I need you to breathe. I’ll take care of the son of a bitch, just trust me.”

  “You don’t understand.” Her body practically convulses with fear as the certainty of her death dances in her eyes.

  “Then help me understand.” I glance over my shoulder as I hear another snap in the other room. Is he sneaking in on us? Hoping to catch us by surprise?

  “Wolfe is a biker, Ryan. I know he’s hurt people. He’ll kill us. He won’t even flinch. He’ll probably enjoy it.” A shiver overwhelms her.

  I want to pull her in, to kiss away her fears and make this okay for her. But there’s only one way to do that. If he’s navigating his way through this abandoned house toward us, I need to control his attack. I need to catch him off guard.

  I dig my fingers into the heavy wood and look Red deep in her frantic eyes. “I’ve killed worse men than big, bad Wolfe.” My lips twitch up in the corner, but my attempt to lighten Red’s mood fails. “Stay here,” I demand and silently creep across the floor, shifting my weight to the outside of my feet so I don’t make the floorboards creak.

  I slowly stalk toward the door and hear Red try to muffle a cry of fear behind me. I don’t turn back to her, though. I can’t risk it. I steadily narrow the gap between me and the next room. Silently skulking toward the noise I can hear cracking and shifting in the next room. Peering around the corner, I force my heart rate to slow with my steady, deep breaths. I scan the room but don’t see Wolfe anywhere. He’s a big guy, like me, so he’d be hard to miss. Tilting my head, I listen intently for him. Is he in another part of the house?

  Suddenly a scurry from under the lonely table in the kitchen draws my attention and the air I’ve been holding in my lungs bursts out of my mouth as laughter.

  “What?” Red whispers, confused.

  I drop the wood from my hand and double over as relief floods my veins.

  “What’s going on?” She walks toward me, her curiosity growing larger than her fear.

  “You don’t have to worry. There’s no Wolfe here.” I manage to get myself under control and a smirk steals my lips. “Just a fucking raccoon.” I point to the fat animal scrounging for food we don’t have in the kitchen.

  Red follows my gaze and collapses against me. “Oh, thank God!”

  I hold her in my arms,
trying to protect her from the terror this man planted inside her. But it’s impossible to protect her from something that grows in the shadows within. Once my gut untwists and my head clears, I realize we might not be in any immediate danger, but the raccoon still needs to go. I drop my arms from Red and lift the wood again, this time charging into the room with is held high over my head like a naked maniac, yelling wildly.

  The animal startles and then waddles to its escape, a hole in the floor near the back wall. Once it scurries out, I grab one of the cupboard doors already torn from the hinges next to the sink and lie it flat, covering the animal entrance. I need something heavy to hold it down. It takes a second to reach the table, and I lift it easily, plopping it down on the makeshift barricade to prevent the raccoon from coming back. At least for tonight.

  Red watches me from the living room doorway, the embers of the fire cascading glowing orange light on half her body while the other half is hidden in shades of gray. It’s as if the light itself is showing me the eternal battle raging inside her small frame. How half of her is fiery, rebellious, and ready for an adventure while the other half is being wrenched back as the disturbing darkness of her past tries to cling onto her. I can see she’s finally shaken the demons swirling inside her, knowing she’s safe. At least for now.

  I’m drawn to her, my feet obeying the demands of my body as I’m pulled into her. I lift her up, twirling her in a circle as a smile kisses her lips just a second before I do. She tastes like honey, sweet and so distinct.

  “I promise you, Red, you’re safe with me. As long as I’m with you, I’ll do whatever I need to keep you that way.” I walk her back to our blanket pile and lay her back on the floor.

  “I believe you.” She nods slightly.

  She needs a distraction as much as I need to burn off this intense adrenaline high that comes from thinking I was going to be fighting to the death. I sit on my haunches at her feet and lift one slowly in the air, never breaking my eyes from hers as I lick a soft, slow trail up her ankle and over her calf.