Western Dreams (Rescue Me Saga Extras #1)

by Kallypso Masters

  As she stared at the mountain, Ryder came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. His hands roamed over her belly to reach inside her leather jacket and cup her breasts, and she wished she’d worn a tank without bra cups. Undeterred, though, he pinched her nipples through the cups and leaned forward to kiss her on the neck.

  “Are you sure you want to start something you can’t finish, Ryder?”

  He whispered in her ear, “Who says I’m not going to finish?” His right hand drifted lower until he briefly rubbed her clit through her jeans. Megan ground her butt against his erection and moaned. While they were partially hidden by the trees here, they were still on a well-marked trail. What if someone else happened upon them?

  The friction of his fingers and her clothing against her clit had her squirming. She glanced around, hoping to find a place where they might remove some of the interfering layers of clothing and relieve this tension.

  “Mr. Wilson?” she whispered.

  He pulled her lower body tighter against his as he continued to nibble at her neck. “Hmm?”

  “Before we reach our peak, do you think we ought to seek out a more secluded spot for this quickie?”

  His left hand pinched her nipple, which only fueled the fire inside. “Who said anything about me taking you quickly? My bride, I can see you have a lot to learn about me.”

  “Well, we’ve only known each other a few weeks.” She still couldn’t believe how quickly she’d been certain he was the one for her.

  Clearly, if she’d known of his propensity for slowly torturing her to death, she might have given this relationship a little more time. She grinned. No she wouldn’t. He always did have a slow hand and enjoyed the journey as much as reaching the destination. That was one of the things she loved most about him.

  But he released her all too quickly. Thinking one of them had come to their senses, she prepared to continue their hike along the trail until he pulled her into a nearby wooded area and pressed her back against the trunk of an aspen tree.

  “I figure we’ll have a lot more privacy here than we will tonight at the campground,” he said by way of explanation.

  She grinned before he lowered his face to her upturned one. His warm lips nibbled at hers, placing kisses at the corners of her mouth, licking along the crease, begging for admittance. She held out as long as she could before she opened her mouth to his now-insistent tongue. Her desire increased as he kneaded her breast and pinched her nipple. Instantaneous need consumed her, and she reached up to try and remove his leather jacket but only managed to get it down to his elbows.

  Ryder pulled away, breathing as hard as she—and not from the high altitude this time. His lascivious smile made her heart skip a few beats. After a moment, he paused to assess their location while she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

  “Eager, are we?” he asked.

  “I’m just not sure I want an audience of hikers—or wild animals—so I’m being efficient.”

  “Efficiency has its place, but one of my goals here is to make sure you’re vocal enough to scare off any intruders.”

  Her clit tingled in anticipation as she removed her jacket and handed it to him. She smiled. “I’ll do my best, Sir.”

  He laid both leather side down on the ground in the center of the aspen grove.

  Together, they shucked their boots and jeans. The sight of his tented black boxers made her speed up her own disrobing efforts to catch up. Each discarded item of clothing was added to the bed of sorts he was making on the ground. It would still be hard without sleeping bags but he was doing his best to make it comfortable.

  “You’re on top, Red.” She loved when he called her that. “I’ll take the ground.”

  Once again, he thought of her needs ahead of his. She’d have to make the hard ground worth it to him. Megan smiled. “My pleasure.”

  * * *

  Megan’s impish grin made Ryder even harder. He closed the gap between them. “Raise your arms.” She did so, and he lifted her tank over her head, his gaze never leaving hers. He loved that she never wore a bra. One less layer to deal with.

  Closing his eyes, he lowered his mouth to one peak and licked her nipple, feeling it harden instantly. Placing his teeth on her, he bit gently and pulled away, taking her with him. She arched her back to follow him, causing him to release her.

  “Eyes.” She met his gaze, and he pressed her against the aspen trunk. “You are to keep your spine in contact with this tree unless instructed otherwise.”

  Her pupils dilated. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Now, where was I?”

  “You were torturing my nips, Sir.”

  He shook his head but couldn’t hold back the smile. They hadn’t made love in three days. He’d missed having that connection with her, even though she’d been plastered against him on the bike most of that time.

  Soon she’d be on top of him, and he’d be buried deep inside her.

  Ryder didn’t have to worry about restraining her. Megan would stay put, not wanting to risk putting an end to their time together even if it would only postpone the inevitable. Grabbing her hair, he pulled her head back. Dominance surged through him. God, he needed this. Needed her.

  He plundered her mouth again, his thumb and index finger rolling the same nipple he’d aroused a moment ago, as he captured her moan in his mouth. His hand roamed over her skin, noting her scars in passing but focused more on reaching the destination at the juncture of her thighs. He broke free of her lips. “Spread your legs. Remember where your spine is to remain.”

  Megan inched her feet apart, careful to keep her back straight, and he slid his hand inside her panties. Wet. He avoided her clit and delved into her pussy, sinking two fingers deep inside her. When he began pumping in and out, she grabbed onto the slim trunk to steady herself, threw her head back, and panted. He loved watching her responsiveness.

  Knowing she was ready for him, he withdrew his hand. “Clean my fingers,” he commanded as he held them in front of her mouth. She opened her eyes, now smoky with lust, and maintained eye contact as she took both wet fingers onto her tongue and closed her lips around them.

  When she started pumping them in and out as though giving him head, he groaned. Enough foreplay. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and took her hand as he led her toward the quasi-bed he’d made on the ground. “Remove your panties.” He watched her slide them over her hips, thighs, and calves before stepping out of them. “Now my boxers.” Leaving her panties where they lay, she stepped closer and reached out to hook her thumbs into the waistband, pulling it away from and over his erection. She gave the sensitive knob of his dick a seemingly accidental tweak, but the grin on her face gave her away.

  Removing his T-shirt, Ryder laid it down flat on the pile and stretched out on the clothing, crooking his finger for her to join him. She knelt with her knees straddling his calves, and her gaze feasted momentarily on his dick. “Your choice. Suck me, or ride me.”

  She nibbled the inside of her lower lip as though contemplating a difficult decision. “If you wait too long, I’ll take the choice away.”

  Without further hesitation, she bent over him and took his dick inside her mouth. Just as she’d teased his fingers moments ago, she flicked the knob with her tongue until he fisted his hands trying to keep from coming undone too soon. He wanted this to last as long as possible.

  The sound of laughter broke into his thoughts. Fuck! He tugged Megan by the hair to lift her mouth off him and drag her body over his. “Shhh,” he whispered. “Someone’s coming.”

  And, unfortunately, it’s not Megan or me.

  She giggled softly, but soon became silent, resting her head on his chest as they lay on the ground behind the low growth bushes listening to footsteps on the trail. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, but couldn’t really cover her with the discarded clothing underneath them without calling attention to their position. If they remained perfectly still, the hikers might pass them by without a glance, too
busy staring at the other Wilson peak.

  He couldn’t make out how many there were but at least two were a man and a woman. He hoped they didn’t get the same idea he and Megan had and wander into the aspen grove to discover them.

  “Beautiful,” the woman said.

  “Told you it was worth the hike,” a man responded in a low voice.

  Megan began lightly tracing his shoulder to his bicep, then continued down his arm to his forearm and hand until she reached his fingertips. In the same steady motion, she grazed her fingertips down his side to his hip before lifting her hip slightly, reaching between their bodies to seek out his dick.

  He couldn’t swat her to get her to behave, so he let her have her fun. For now.

  The voices of the unsuspecting intruders were drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears. Her fingers grasped his length and stroked him slowly. Clearly, she was trying to get him to groan or otherwise call attention to them. He wouldn’t have pegged her for an exhibitionist, but he had better self-control than that.

  He forced himself to focus on the nearby hikers who seemed in no hurry to move the fuck on. Megan’s tormenting and teasing continued. Man, he owed her big-time for this. Lifting his arm, he reached for her nipple and pinched it, holding it like a clamp to cut off the blood flow. Her hand stilled. No doubt she knew what lay ahead of her when he released it if he held it long enough. Would she be able to maintain her composure and stay quiet, or would she bring the hikers rushing in to save her from whatever perceived beast was on the attack?

  She lifted her head and stared into his eyes, a quizzical look on her face. Leaning closer to his ear, she whispered, “You sure that’s a good idea?”

  He held his ground—well, her nip—and smiled. She glanced toward where the hikers’ voices had come from and inched up his chest before sliding back down again and easing herself onto his dick. He couldn’t see whether they still had company and didn’t care, either.

  Megan sheathed him inside her silky passage.

  He’d died and gone to heaven.

  “Mmm.” She didn’t try to lower her voice. “Feels so good. I’ve missed you.” They’d been unable to find a place to make love for days. He’d missed her, too.

  Leveraging herself onto her hands and knees, she pistoned on his dick. Her breasts bounced, but Ryder continued to hold onto the one nipple, pinching it harder. He glanced toward the trail again, but the hikers had either moved on or were silently watching. Maybe they’d learn a thing or two about enjoying nature. He turned his complete attention on his sexy bride.

  * * *

  Megan watched the hiking couple venture farther along the trail, no longer worried about being discovered, but Ryder didn’t seem aware that they’d left, given his nervous glance in that direction.

  Letting her hair cascade around either side of his head, she leaned down and kissed him. Being in control and on top of him emboldened her. With more of her weight off his hips now, he began pounding in and out of her to match her pace, occasionally causing friction with her clit, leaving her breathless. Her tongue entered his mouth, claiming him as hers.

  That he was her husband still floored her sometimes. But the chemistry between them—in and out of bed—was too powerful to deny. Why waste precious time with a long engagement? Without a doubt, they would be together for a long time.

  With his free hand, Ryder reached between their bodies. She broke the kiss and lifted her torso to give him better access, propping herself up on her hands. His penis hit a spot deep inside her that made her legs almost turn to jelly. He filled every inch of her—body and soul. She closed her eyes until his finger began playing with her clit. The combination of stimulating the two bundles of nerves at the same time built tension to a fever pitch.

  “Come with me, Red.”

  She was close, but not quite there yet. Then he released her nipple. Seconds later, as blood rushed back in, she screamed, “Oh, my God!” Pain quickly turned to pleasure as he pumped harder and the world crashed around her. People from two counties could probably hear her screams echoing around the mountains, but she didn’t care if every park ranger and hiker in the vicinity came running. All that mattered in this moment was this amazing orgasm. Ryder closed his eyes and grunted as he came with her. She loved watching him in this moment of utter abandon and release.

  Exhausted, moments later she collapsed onto his chest again, and he wrapped his arms around her protectively.

  “Woman, you’re going to kill me before I’m forty.”

  “Oh, no, Mr. Wilson. I intend to keep you around much longer than a couple of years.”

  Safe in his arms, she must have dozed, but felt something crawling on her side and swatted it away only to realize it was Ryder’s hand.

  “Nice nap?”

  “Sorry. I didn’t even realize I was sleepy.”

  “Great sex can have that effect. But don’t worry. I kept watch while you were out. Those two hikers wandered by fifteen minutes ago. It’s probably safe for us to get dressed now.”

  Megan hated to leave her perch. “I hope I haven’t crushed you.”

  “You’re light as a feather, although I think my arm might have fallen asleep.” He shook it to return the feeling before she reached down to grab the offended extremity and help him up.

  He pulled some wipes from the backpack and cleaned her thighs and a couple more for himself, and they brushed off their clothing to dress. Her hips had been stretched wide for so long, she wasn’t sure she could walk. They exited the woods and stood on the path.

  “Which way?” she asked.

  Ryder glanced at the setting sun. “Gets dark early in the mountains. I’d say we’d best head back to camp.”

  She nodded, took his hand, and they strolled side by side when possible. The campground opened up before them alongside the lake. A couple riding horses caught their eye. “Magnificent creatures.” Megan pulled her SLR from the backpack and snapped some images.

  “I haven’t been around horses much, being from Chicago. How about you?”

  He shook his head. When the horses and riders ventured closer, Megan struck up a conversation with the woman. “Are they friendly?”

  “Mine is. His can be a little skittish around strangers.”

  Megan reached out to stroke the neck of the spotted one under the woman. “Mustang?”

  The woman nodded. “Both are rescue horses.”

  They discussed the horse’s abusive background and what it had taken to reach this point after a couple years of work. Suddenly, Megan realized Ryder had been awfully quiet and turned to see him standing in front of the other horse. The two seemed locked in silent communication, but the horse showed no signs of panic or unease with Ryder.

  “I see he’s been around horses a bit,” the female rider commented.

  “Actually, I don’t think so.” Megan marveled at Ryder’s relaxed stance. He seemed lost in a place far removed from her and the others around him. She didn’t want to intrude so remained silent, watching.

  After a few minutes, he pulled himself out of the spell and his body stiffened, instantly back on alert. He glanced at her, then at the two riders. “Beautiful animal.”

  “Thanks.” The riders clicked their tongues and squeezed their knees against the sides of the horses and went on their way.

  “I thought you said you hadn’t spent much time around horses.”

  “I haven’t. Man, that was weird. I felt such a strong connection to the horse in that moment. And a sense that somehow horses would be part of my destiny.”

  She grinned. “I’m not sure how, but I’ve learned not to ignore those feelings. One thing for sure, I’ve never seen you so relaxed. The woman said that horse was usually skittish around strangers, but you two really hit it off.”

  He shook his head, and they continued toward the bike to unload and set up camp.

  She suddenly knew she needed to find this man some horses to connect with but was unsure how to make that happen.
r />   Ryder & Megan:

  Finding their Destiny

  Megan stared at Ryder on her right, then at Luke Denton seated at the table to her left. A month after their honeymoon, she couldn’t believe how much had happened. But had she heard correctly? “You’re offering to sell us your ranch house, Luke? But you love this place.”

  “It’s the ranch and horses I love, not the house. And everything pales in comparison to how much I love Cassie. She’s a mountain girl at heart, and I need to get her and her alpacas back up on Iron Horse Peak as soon as possible.”

  Ryder chimed in, “I’ve agreed to help Luke build their new house.”

  Luke leaned on his forearms, closing the space between the three of them. “It goes without saying, but this discussion remains between the three of us. If Cassie gets wind of it, she’ll put an end to my plans right quick.”

  Ryder added, “Cassie’s place was destroyed by a wildfire this summer. While he and I are busy with the build, we may need you to divert Cassie so she won’t suspect anything.”

  “Of course. I’ll help any way I can. I enjoy Cassie’s company.” She smiled at Luke, idly scratching Chance behind the ears. Kachina, the puppy they were adopting from Chance’s litter, nudged her ankle begging to be held. She reached down to oblige. “I won’t say a word.”

  The thought of them living on this peaceful ranch with Luke’s horses was like an answer to a prayer. The spirit world must have been busy aligning the perfect life for them. Ryder had already spent a lot of time learning the ropes, so to speak, from Luke as to how to care for the horses just in the brief time they’d been out here on their extended honeymoon. For the first time, they had some inkling of where they might want to settle down, but she and Ryder had a lot to talk about before making the decision.