“Damn, Ruby, you’re perfect.”
I drop my head back, wondering how I won the goddamn lottery. Ruby is sweet and sincere and adorable and brave and here. Here with me, telling me she wants to do everything I can dream up.
“You haven’t even seen all of me.”
“I’ve seen enough to know you’re the sexiest woman in the fucking world.”
As if sensing my growing want, she pulls the sweatshirt off. “I mean it, Ranger. This is the most freedom I’ve ever experienced, and I want to enjoy it. Every last bit of it.”
6
Ruby
He steps toward me, as if mesmerized by my body.
“God, Ruby,” he growls.
“What?”
“Your tits — they’re so sexy. Bigger than I expected, so fucking round now that they aren’t hidden behind a bulky sweatshirt.” He runs his hands over them, massaging them gently and making me whimper as he does. I’ve only been here for a few hours but already we have set aside all modesty and are offering one another our most vulnerable parts.
“Hell, these hips…” He shakes his head, whistles low. “There are the kind of hips a man can hold onto, the kind of hips that are made to be enjoyed.”
“Then enjoy,” I tell him, shaking at my boldness, but delighting in it all the same. This is the last way I expected this night to end — I was sure I’d pull over to a motel somewhere closer to the city, and lock the door, scared to fall asleep not knowing who might be prowling outside… but this… it’s not the fear I thought I’d experience.
This is excitement. Anticipation. Knowing that Ranger has absolute reign over my body sends a thrill through me. Because with Slider, it was going to be him taking from me, whereas right now — this is on my terms.
And it’s me giving, offering freely. It’s me asking.
And that makes all the difference in the world.
Ranger must notice that my mind floated away for a moment. “You all right? We can slow down, we can stop altogether. Tell me what you need, baby. I’ll give it to you.”
I close my eyes, his words the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard. A smile spreads across my lips and I want his hands to massage my breasts more. I want them cupped, touched, plucked.
He groans, dipping his mouth to my breast, sucking it, my nipple in his mouth, his tongue twirling around the hard nub, and I feel my core hot, wet, ready.
He lifts me from the floor and carries me to his bed, setting me down on the pillows, the comforter, the soft blanket cushioning my body. He moves on top of me, his hands warming my body, and every inch of me prickles with pleasure.
“I want to touch you. Can you show me what you like?” I ask him, looking up into his deep hazel eyes.
He nods, not laughing at my innocence, not belittling my lack of experience. Instead, he takes my fingers and gently wraps them around his big, thick cock. I can’t reach my fingers all the way around him — he’s too big. Too meaty, but also, so smooth. Like velvet. And my mouth waters as I stroke him softly, not wanting to hurt him. His balls look heavy and his thighs are muscular, his whole body resembling a chiseled piece of wood — strong and mighty and for tonight, mine.
It’s hard to focus, so much is stirring within me all at once. “My pussy is so wet,” I tell him. “Wetter than it was the one time I touched myself.”
His fingers tease my nipples. He leans down, his mouth on my ear. “You touched yourself? Tell me.”
Biting my bottom lip, I try to put words to the memory. “I’d been reading a book, one I found at the library. But I knew it wasn’t one Father would like me to read. One I couldn’t bring home. It was intimate…”
“How so?” he asks, his cock throbbing under my hand as I stroke him gently, realizing he is enjoying me recounting the time I explored my body. It’s making him pleased, and right now, all I want to do is please Ranger — the man who saved me, who makes me feel safe, who makes me feel beautiful.
“Well, I took the book to the back reading area. It was late, and dark, and I was alone. In the book, the couple had sex. She let him come inside her. And I wanted to know what that felt like. I knew it was wrong, reckless even, but as I read, my pussy — it got so hot, almost painfully so. I needed to do something.”
He runs his hand over my skin, past my belly, to my pussy, his fingers threading through my tufts of hair, to my folds.
I close my eyes, continuing my memory. “And I couldn’t help it. With my back to the rest of the library, I pressed my hand under the waistband of my skirt, my panties, and I felt myself — the wetness, the heat…”
“Like this, Ruby? Did you touch yourself like this?” Ranger begins to explore my pussy with his fingers like I had… only better. Much better.
“Like that… yes. Everything started to seize up real tight and I didn’t know what to do, and I got scared so I stopped.”
He looks in my eyes. “So you didn’t come? You didn’t feel the orgasm in your toes, up your spine?”
I shake my head, feeling dizzy as he moves my hand from his cock, as he spreads my knees and begins to touch me with more intention.
“Relax,” he tells me, leaning down to kiss my inner thighs, kissing me lower and lower, until his mouth, his beard, is fluttering over my pussy. Until his tongue is — oh!
“Can you do that?” I ask.
He lifts his head, smiling up at me. “Baby, I can do whatever I like, remember?”
I smile, remembering my request of him, and I let my head fall back, giving in to whatever this is. Knowing my father always preached that sex before marriage is against the Lord’s will, but there is nothing more pure than what is happening right now. Ranger is erasing my fears, my pain, my heartache with his tongue, one sweet lick at a time. And each second that passes, my body heats up a little more, then a little more.
His tongue moves quickly, then slowly, and each change in speed makes my pussy ache even more. I moan loudly, unable to help myself. Gasping, I grip the bedsheets, wanting more. Wanting everything.
His fingers press against me. Moving quickly, until my knees are shaking, until my back arches and my breath is shallow. “What is this called?” I ask.
“A good old-fashioned finger fuck, Ruby.” He laughs and so do I.
“That is the dirtiest thing I ever heard.”
“But you like it, don’t you?” he says, his hand stilling.
I nod vigorously. “Why did you stop?”
He grins, his smile so handsome, so utterly appealing that I drape my arm over my head, laughing as his mouth kisses my pussy again.
“And this is called going down on you,” he says, informing me each step of the way. It’s empowering and I’m glad he is telling me. “And this is called sucking your clit.”
My eyes widen as he sucks on a nub of pleasure so intense I grip the sheets harder and begin to moan louder than I have ever imagined moaning in my life. “Oh my, oh, Rang — oh Rang — oh! Oh!”
His tongue flicks fast over me, then his fingers press back to my hole and what was wet before is now soaking. Gushing. My body feels split in two as his hand moves fast, faster, faster over my pussy, my moans turning to cries as he gets my body off in a way I didn’t understand was possible.
“That’s an orgasm, Ruby. That is your cute little cunt saying she’s satisfied.”
His words are shocking… and delightful.
I take a moment to catch my breath, realizing his blanket is soaked, my skin so hot. “So,” I say, licking my lips and pulling him toward me, wanting to kiss those impossibly luscious lips again. “It wouldn’t be fair if I was the only one satisfied, would it? Teach me, Ranger. How can I return the favor?”
7
Ranger
She’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted in my life. My heart thrums to life as I get her off, moving my mouth over her dripping, tight hole. Loving the way she squirms in delight as I taste every last inch of her.
Once she comes hard against my mouth, my hands — there i
s no going back. When her lips part and she asks me to show her how to satisfy me the same way I’ve just satisfied her, my cock hardens to a steely rod.
“You feel how hard I am for you?” I ask her.
She strokes me tenderly. “I did that to you?”
I nod. “Yes, you. God, Ruby, you make me think crazy things. And we haven’t even made love.”
“What kind of things?” she asks, her hand stilling.
I run a hand over my beard, my other hand caressing her full tits. “You make me think finding you about to be caught in a storm was no coincidence.”
Rain falls heavy on the tin roof, background music to the night of our lives. I want it to keep beating down, a blanket surrounding us, washing away our past, our mistakes, offering a fresh start. A clean slate.
“I need you, Ruby.” It’s not just my cock talking now — it’s my heart too.
And she seems to understand because she wraps hers arms around my neck. Our lesson is forgotten because right now I don’t feel like teaching. I just want to learn — learn all there is to know about her. And she feels it. I know she does. I lean over her, suckling her innocent tits, cradling her small frame in my arms, her legs wrapping around my body as my thick cock eases inside her sweet, creamy virgin cunt. She is so tight, so naïve, and my cock drums with desire, needing to come hard inside of her. My want is singular: I must mark her as my own.
“Oh, Rang,” she moans as I begin to fill her up. “Don’t stop, please. Never, ever stop.”
“Does it hurt, baby?” I ask, not wanting to cause her any pain.
“No,” she whispers as I pull her close to me. “It doesn’t hurt like you’d think… it hurts in a way that feels good, in a way I need.”
“I need it too,” I tell her, my cock throbbing in her warmth. She is so tight, so innocent, so sure of what she wants.
I don’t hold back. I take my time making sure every moment of this first time is beautiful. I want her to remember this night for the rest of her life. Remember it as tender and slow, as sweet and fucking hot.
She loves it, the way I pulse into her, excruciatingly slow, knowing the deep pleasure mounting in us both is something you can’t fake, can’t fabricate. You can’t fake real and this is real. So fucking real it makes my cock explode so deep in her sweet little cunt that she is screaming my name as we come. As her body wraps around me, I swear to God she is holding on for dear life. We’re drowning in one another. It’s like we are lost at sea, but then, in one another’s arms, we are found.
I won’t let go.
Ever.
And as she gasps, finding her breath as her cunt is filled with my thick, milky seed, she laughs, delirious. Happy. She looks up at me, both satisfied and sleepy. Content.
“That was incredible,” I tell her, leaning down and kissing her again, unable to help myself. I want to hold her all night — I won’t let her go.
She seems to understand. We kiss until sleep demands an answer, and so we turn on our sides. I spoon her tightly, our hands held, her body nestled snug against mine, and I breathe her in. She smells like a summer rainstorm, like my favorite peppermint shampoo. She smells like a woman. My woman. Mine.
I fall asleep dreaming of a future with a woman whose past I barely know.
I dream of a life with this fragile stranger, who made her way into my arms, who sleeps pressed against my heart.
* * *
We wake to bright streams of sunlight pouring through the window. I run a hand over my beard, looking at the clock. Eyes widening. Holy shit. It’s after nine a.m. I calculate how long we’ve slept… over eight hours. Straight.
I’m more well-rested than I’ve been in years.
I hardly ever sleep. Usually, I’m lucky if I get a few hours. Ever since I went to a war zone, I can’t sleep too long without waking up. Remembering. I’ve worked through my shit, most of it at least — I mean, some things you can never unsee — but I’m stronger than I’ve been in a long ass time. Having my brothers in the Heartlands MC helps with that. When I get in a funk, they know to pull me out of it by going on a long ride to clear my head. It works every damn time.
But it’s the lack of sleep that fucks with me.
Until last night.
Ruby snores softly and I smile, loving the way she looks when she’s sleeping. So damn peaceful.
I get out of bed, needing to open a window — the heat is relentless in the summer, and I pull on a pair of shorts. I look out the window as I open it. Most of the cars are gone — the bikes too. I know from experience that the ones left are those of partiers who had one too many drinks last night and were taxied home at last call.
Ruby and I slept through all that — and I think about how different last night was from last weekend, how I’d been down at the bar pouring drinks when someone took a break, helping the line cook when he got slammed, keeping an eye on things in general. Up until four a.m.
Ruby seems to be stirring, so I make a pot of coffee, moving around as quietly as possible. I pull out a carton of eggs, scramble and cook them. Make toast. Preparing Ruby breakfast in bed. I find a cookie sheet and use it as a tray, carrying plates of food to the bed.
“Hey,” she says, sitting up in bed and covering her chest with the sheets, smiling. “Look at all this. You can cook too?”
I grin. “So you’re saying you think I have other skills?”
The sheet wrapped around her falls slightly as she reaches for the mug of coffee. As she lifts it to her mouth, she smiles. “I’d say you have a few other skills I can think of off the top of my head.”
I get in bed with her, the cookie sheet resting between us, and I give her a soft kiss. “You know you snore?”
Her cheeks turn pink. “Lydia always reminded me of that.”
“Who is she?”
She smiles softly, picking up a slice of toast. “My sister. She’s five years younger than me — my best friend and the sweetest thing in the world.”
“Sweeter than you?”
Ruby twists her lips. “Actually, she is equally sweet and feisty. She’s still growing up though, figuring out who she is.”
“And you, Ruby — you know who you are?”
Ruby sets down her toast. “I knew enough to know marrying Slider wasn’t an option.”
“Your dad really set you up to marry a guy you didn’t love?”
She nods. “He was going to give my father’s church a big check in exchange for my hand in marriage. My father was willing to sell me, basically. Me, his daughter.”
“Where is you mom in all of this?”
“She died while giving birth to my sister.” Ruby sips her coffee, looking out the open window. “What about your family? Where are they?”
“My family is ancient history. Dad left before I was born, Mom fought addiction all her life until it won the battle. By then I was eighteen, broken up about losing her, and so I left for the army. Became a Ranger and put in my time for eight years.”
“Why’d you leave?”
I run a hand over my beard before picking up my coffee. “My unit went through hell. We were in Fallujah and shit hit the fan. Some of the guys didn’t make it. Died in my goddamn arms. I was shot, too,” I tell her, pressing her hand to the scar on my shoulder. “But I made it out alive, was honorably discharged after.”
Ruby runs her fingers over my scar. “You’ve been through a lot,” she whispers. “And yet here you are, still standing.”
“We aren’t standing right now.” I take the tray and set it on the floor, then draw Ruby into my lap, kissing her softly, my cock loving it when she begins to stroke me, waking us both up. She dips her mouth to my cock, opening her lips and running her sweet tongue over my shaft.
“This okay?” she asks softly, her eyes dewy, her creamy ass lifted as she kneels before me.
“Fucking perfection,” I growl as she begins to suck me the way I need. I love her innocent longing to please me, and my cock won’t hide its true feelings. I’m so damn har
d and horny for my girl and as she bobs her head up and down, there’s no denying how I feel.
She is mine.
My hands run over her ass, and then I smile, knowing what her little pussy will like. I lift her knee and drape it over my torso so she’s straddling me backwards. Lowering myself on the mattress, I draw her ass to my mouth and begin to suck her sweet hole the way she needs.
Moaning as she licks me up and down, fondling my balls as she deep throats my dick, I lick her cunt until my beard is tickling her nice and good. Her juicy folds weep as I dig my fingers into her cheeks, face-fucking my baby like she’s my last goddamn meal.
“Ohh, ohh, ohhhh.” She sucks hard as I shoot ribbons of come into her pink mouth, my cock rock solid as she sucks me off, my seed sliding down her throat as she drips against my mouth.
Breathless, she spins to me, facing me with a sultry pout. “You taste like salty cream.”
I lift an eyebrow, her tits full, bouncy and ripe. “And?” My cock wants to come all over them too. But my sweet girl isn’t ready for a dirty fuck like that. Not yet, at least.
“I loved the way it felt to have you in my mouth,” she says, panting, tracing a line from my chest to my mouth. I grab her hand, suck her finger, our eyes locked. God, is it possible to start every damn day like this?
“Come here, baby,” I say, needing her closer. Needing to fill her up again. I set her squarely in my lap, and she has her legs wrapped around me as she sinks down on my thick cock, her moaning growing loud as I fill her up nice and good.
“Oh Rang,” she moans. “It feels so good,” she breathes in my ear.
I run my fingers through her hair, holding her back, her big, bouncy tits pressed against my chest and her sweet cunt warm and wet. She bounces in my lap like a goddamn bunny and my cock throbs, ready to release.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan as she digs her nails in my back, her orgasm running over her skin. “Oh, fuck yeah.” We get off together and as we finish, I kiss her again, deeper now. Eventually, she rolls off my lap and leans over the bed. “What is it?”
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