Witness Protection (The Witness Series)

by Bec Botefuhr

  “Oh, we didn’t realize you had company.” The young, pretty dark haired girl says.

  “Just a house mate,” Ryder purrs at her. “Not important.”

  His words slice right to my core. I didn’t mean to hurt them so much. It’s too late now though, they have clearly decided moving on is the best option. I guess my feelings are one sided and that only makes me feel worse. I clang and bang loudly in the kitchen as I pull out something to eat for dinner.

  “Are you sure we are ok here?” The young man asks Nate.

  “Don’t mind her, just forget she is here.”

  I slam the saucepan down hard on the bench, causing the girl to jump. I give her a rude smile.

  “Don’t mind me, just making some food. Carry on.”

  She laughs nervously and Ryder glares through me, Nate still refuses to even look at me. He is on the couch, sliding his hand over the man’s leg. Fury bellows through me at a rapid pace. I pull out a wine bottle and pop the cork, it goes flying across the room and smashes a glass on the table.

  “Oops.” I mutter.

  “Enough!” Ryder yells, standing. “Get back to your room.”

  “I beg your pardon?” I hiss.

  “Get the fuck back to your room!” He roars.

  “Up your ass.”

  “Fine, we will go then.”

  My hands tremble with rage and I am overwhelmed with emotion.

  “Don’t bother, I will go.” I snap.

  I step to move but drop my glass on the ground, I hiss and swear loudly, then drop to my knees with a tea towel and begin dabbing up the red wine that has spilled over the floor. Tears thunder down my cheeks, and I am struggling to breathe.

  “Give us a minute.” I hear Nate say.

  I see two pairs of feet come into view, but I don’t look up. I continue to clean up the mess and pick up bits of glass. I hiccup and that is enough for the two men to kneel.

  “Go away.” I snap.

  “Why are you crying?” Ryder asks.

  I glare at him, then to Nate. “Really? Why am I crying? You are that fucking blind? Wow, don’t bother if you are so damned stupid you can’t see that I… fuck this.”

  I stand and dump the tea towel on the ground and storm out. Ryder grips my hand and swings me back.

  “What? You what? Best you tell me because as far as I heard, we are nothing but fill ins and we mean nothing to you.”

  “I was angry! I was angry because…because you said you didn’t love me.”

  He looks shocked. “What?”

  “To Janelle, you said you didn’t love me.”

  “I don’t love you.”

  Ouch, he might as well have slapped me.

  “My point exactly.” I choke.

  “No, you don’t run off in a mood, you bloody well tell me what that little tantrum was about.”

  I reef my hands from his. “Go and finish your fucks boys, I am done. Tomorrow, I am calling James Clancy and getting moved.”

  “Whoa!” Nate says, putting his hands up. “Stop, why would you do that?”

  “Because it’s too complicated and…I can’t deal with it.”

  “Deal with what?” Ryder yells.

  “I can’t deal with the fact that I care for you or the fact that I want you so badly it hurts. I can’t deal with how close I am with Nate, and how all this is just becoming a big tangled mess. It is too much and I just want to LEAVE.” I scream, I shove past them and rush to my room, slamming the door.

  I am heaving, I can’t catch my breath. I fall to my knees and clench my fists. Why did I get put in such an awful situation? Why did I stop that night, why didn’t I just mind my own business and keep driving. Then I would have never met Ryder or Nate, and things would be easy. The men leave me be for a while, which is very smart of them.

  “Open up.” I hear Ryder yell through the door an hour later.

  “No.”

  “I will kick the fucking door down, now open it.”

  I huff and shove the door open. Ryder steps in and closes it behind him.

  “Well that was a quick fuck!” I snap.

  “I sent her home.”

  “What, why?”

  “I said I am not in love with you, because love is something I don’t do. I care about you and so does Nate. I want you in my bed, I want you and you know that but you said…what you said and I was mad at you. I was mad because I thought we meant more to you.”

  “I said it because I was hurt that you said you didn’t care.”

  “I do care alright, I do.”

  “Then why did you have that girl over?”

  “The same reason you said you didn’t want us, I was angry and hurt.”

  “Were you going to sleep with her?”

  “Probably not.”

  “I thought…you wanted me.”

  “You know I want you baby, fuck how many times do I have to say it? I have gone slow, gone easy but you keep pulling away. I want you, and I am openly admitting it. I only went with those other women because you clearly stated you didn’t want me!” He yells frustrated.

  “And if I let you sleep with me, you won’t sleep with other women while you are sleeping with me?”

  “No.” He says, folding his arms across his chest.

  “I want to see what you like Ryder, but I am scared. I had a bad experience and…”

  “Look, what he did was cruel and heartless. Sex can be kinky and gentle, just take it how you want it. If you don’t like something say no, let yourself feel baby, let yourself like what your body want’s to like. It is really not so bad.”

  “I…believe you and I want it, I really want it. I am scared not just because I might like it, but for the uproar it would cause if people found out.”

  “Fuck the uproar, do you think gay people don’t get an uproar, of course they do but they do it because they don’t give a shit. If it is going to bother you, say no, if it is that big of a deal then just say fucking no!”

  I stare at him. “I want it Ryder, I want you.”

  His blue gaze meets mine and he steps forward. “You sure?”

  “I want you. I don’t know about the rest, but I want you.”

  “God, you don’t know how long I have wanted to hear that.”

  I step forward and touch his chest. “Tell me what I need to do.”

  “We need a safe word, it is a word you use if things get too much. If anything becomes too much for you to handle, you say it and I stop.”

  “Ok…”

  “What will it be?”

  “GI.”

  He grins and shakes his head.

  “Alright, second, I won’t hurt you Maya. I will spank you and tie you, but I won’t ever hurt you.”

  “I like when you call me by my real name.” I whisper.

  “Maya.” He murmurs into my ear and I shudder.

  “Ryder?”

  “Hmmmm?”

  “There won’t be other women, will there, in the same bed?”

  “No.”

  “And it won’t bother you that you can’t…have threesomes.”

  “Look that is something I did occasionally, but I don’t necessarily want or need it.”

  “So this between us, what is it?”

  “It’s sex baby.”

  “That’s it?”

  “For now, it is all I can give. I want you, God knows I do. You are mine Maya, and I will give you pleasure until you can’t take anymore but…we can’t do much more.”

  “What not even a movie?”

  He laughs hoarsely. “I can probably do that.”

  I grin. “That’s ok Ryder, I am not looking for more either.”

  “You sure about that?”

  “Yeah,” I lie. “You are…adventurous and I only worry I won’t be enough.”

  “Let’s find out shall we?”

  “O-ok.”

  “In the room, I am the dominant. I won’t be cruel to you, but I do expect you to do what I ask. When we are outside the room, I
am just Ryder. Understood?”

  “Yes.” I breathe.

  “Good, take off your clothes.”

  “You don’t want to do that?”

  He grins. “No.”

  I slide off my shirt with trembling fingers and drop it onto the floor, then I shuffle out of my pants. Ryder’s gaze stays fixed on me as I shuffle down my panties.

  “Jesus.” He hisses.

  I smile and straighten, so I am fully naked before him.

  “Fuck me dead.”

  “I plan to.” I purr.

  He grins and tears his shirt off, tossing it on the floor. I swallow and gaze at his stunning body. He steps forward and pulls something from his pockets. I glance down at the small clamps in his hands.

  “What are those?”

  “Nipple clamps.”

  “Whoa, what? Why have you got clamps in your pockets?”

  “I put them in earlier when I was planning on doing this with you but…whatever, it’s done. I am going to clamp them on your nipples, trust me baby?”

  “You kinky bastard.” I whisper.

  He grins then leans down and sucks a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard bud until it is firm and aching. He then puts the little clamp on and snaps it shut, I yelp and my groin tightens. Oh…wow.

  “It will hurt for a second.” He murmurs against my other nipple, then repeats the process.

  He tugs the chain holding both together and I whimper.

  “She likes that.” He grins, tugging it again.

  “Ryder.” I breathe.

  “Get over on the bed, we will go easy the first time.”

  “No riding crops?”

  He laughs. “No, not today.”

  I crawl onto the bed and lie down on my back, Ryder walks over and grips my ankles, pulling them apart and securing them to the bed posts. I flush and squirm.

  “Still baby, I will consider that spanking otherwise.”

  “I feel…exposed.”

  “You feel,” He growls, running his hand through my slick sex. “Fucking good.”

  “Ryder.” I plead.

  “Tell me what you want me to do, tell me.”

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  “How?”

  “I…I don’t know.”

  “Do you want me to fuck you hard or slow?”

  “I…hard…”

  “There’s a bad girl.”

  I moan when he slides his finger through my sex again, then presses two inside me.

  “Tight, ready.”

  He slides his fingers in and out, until I am groaning and squirming.

  “I will leave your hands free today, so you can touch.”

  “I want to touch now.” I whine.

  “Tell me what you want to touch, I might give it to you.”

  “You, want to touch you.”

  “What part of me?”

  I meet his icy aqua gaze. “Your cock.”

  He snarls and hisses, thrusting his fingers faster until I am screaming.

  “Come, come now.”

  I erupt around him and my body twists in the bindings. Ryder crawls over me, kissing up my belly and sliding his tongue around my navel ring. He meets my lips and plunges his tongue into my mouth. He begins stroking me again, this time with his shaft. I moan and bite his bottom lip, which earns me a swift slap on the thigh.

  “Bad girl.” He growls.

  “Ryder, please.”

  I feel myself building higher and higher as he presses himself up and down my sex. When I explode again, he unclips the nipple clamps and blood tears through my veins and right to my nipples. My orgasm is huge, sending me to heights I never knew. My nipples throb and ache, and Ryder soothes them with long, soft sucks.

  “Not so bad?” He whispers against my chest.

  “Oh, so good.”

  “Want me to fuck you now?”

  “Yes, yes.”

  “Say it.”

  “I want you to fuck me now Ryder, please.”

  “Your wish, is my command.”

  He slides his very hard tip inside me and I clench around him, he is big.

  “Too big,” I whimper, “Too big.”

  “Shhh, it won’t hurt long.”

  He slides it in further, then with one hard thrust he is inside me.

  “Fuck.” He growls and tenses.

  “W-w-what?”

  “Are you protected?”

  I blink up at him. “I…am on birth control.”

  “Diseases?”

  “I got checked after Chance, I had none.”

  “I don’t fuck bareback, so you are safe.”

  “Good,” I moan when he thrusts his hips. “Then will you fuck me?”

  “Bossy little lady.” He grumbles, pulling his hips back and slamming into me.

  “RYDER!”

  “Fuck.”

  He thrusts in, out, in, out until I am screaming to the hills. His groans mix with mine as he moves his hips with such skill, it is evident that he has much experience. His body is taught and tight like a sleek cat and his skin smells divine. I claw his back, dragging my nails down his hard flesh as he thrusts into me so hard the bed squeaks in protest.

  “Come, come!” He roars.

  I erupt around him, as if on command and he smothers my screams with a long, intense kiss. I feel his body tightening and tensing above me and his eyes become dazed, his muscles coil and then release when he does, he bellows as he comes and his body trembles with the release. He slumps down on top of me, his body is slick with sweat.

  “You are fucking beautiful.” He rasps into my ear.

  “Well thanks.” I pant.

  He pulls back and slowly lifts his body from mine. He unties my feet, then rolls me so I fall into his arms. My head rests on his wet, salty chest and I can hear his heart thudding.

  “I am starving.” He groans and I laugh.

  “Typical male.”

  I stand and slowly lean down to pick up my shirt, showing off my backside as I do.

  “Fucking stop it, or I am going to make you ride me until you can’t breathe.”

  “Oh?” I bat my eyelashes and run my hands over my breasts.

  “Stop, stop that.”

  I pinch my nipples and moan, and he lets off a feral hiss.

  “Bad girl, stop or I am going to take you over me knee.”

  “Got to catch me first.” I whisper, moaning as pleasure shoots through my body.

  “Touch your pussy.”

  “What if I say no?” I challenge, running my hands down my stomach.

  “I take you over my knee.”

  I don’t do as he says, and he stands, stalking over to me like a lion on the hunt. His body is smooth and he moves with grace. He grips my shoulders and yanks me down onto the couch, so I fall over his lap. I moan when his hand slaps down on my bottom. I love the thrill, love the sting of his slap. It surprises me that I would enjoy such an act but I do, oh, I do.

  “Stop liking it so much you little minx.” He hisses.

  “Again.”

  He brings his hand down again and I whimper loudly, squirming on his lap.

  “More baby?”

  “Fuck me Ryder, fuck me while you do it.”

  “Jesus, you aren’t meant to beg me.”

  He slides me up on his lap and lowers me onto his erection, which is now proudly jutting out once more. I moan when he impales me, and scream when his hand lands on my bottom with a harsh slap. He thrusts and slaps until I am screaming so loudly my voice is hoarse.

  “Fuck, fuck.” He roars, when he comes once more.

  He crushes me to his chest and I can smell sex all over his hot skin.

  “You are going to by my challenge.” He murmurs against my hair.

  “Why?”

  “You aren’t meant to beg. You won’t be a good sub, you are going to be the little challenge, my little fiery challenge.”

  “Bring it on.” I whisper, pressing a long kiss to his lips once more.<
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  “Get me some food woman.”

  I laugh and jump off him, he grins and leans back in the chair.

  “Careful GI, I might spank you.”

  He grins wolfishly now and flexes his hips.

  “Try it.”

  I grip his shirt and pull it on, then slide on some panties.

  “Bad boy.”

  “You know it.”

  I turn and walk out, smiling to myself. I plod down the hall and make a call to Crazy Joe’s for pizza. While I wait, I pull out a few beers and smile to myself. That was amazing, heck, it was beyond amazing. The doorbell rings and I glance down at my watch. Pizza was quick. I walk over and open the door, a young man with a smile hands me a manila envelope. I recognize him as the mail boy.

  “Delivery.” He grins.

  “Thanks.” I smile, shutting the door. I look around, wondering where Nate went. Probably to bed.

  I peer down at the envelope, it has a scribbled address and no name. I shrug and open it, delving my hand in to pull out the contents, what I grip makes a hoarse scream escape my throat. I pull my hand out, to find a pinky finger in it, all bloody and severed. I scream again and drop the envelope on the floor, seconds later I am passed out in a dead cold faint.

  “Hey, wake up.”

  I blink my eyes and peer up at Nate, who’s leg my head is rested on.

  “Hey, it’s all ok.”

  He helps me sit and I glance around the room, and over at Ryder who is on the phone yelling at someone.

  “Finger,” I croak. “A finger.”

  “I know, he must have sent it delivered.”

  “Another girl?”

  “No, that was from the one he strung up.”

  “God, he is going to come for me Nate, he is.”

  “He could have come in and delivered that, easily, but he didn’t which means the security has scared him off enough.”

  “Next time it could be a damned bomb or something.”

  “Packages are now being monitored too.”

  Ryder hangs up the phone and turns. “Clancy is on his way. What the hell did you answer the door for?”

  I gape. “I…I…thought it was the pizza.”