Ryder - Caveman Insticts Book Three

by Gower, Hazel

  “I’ll meet Chad and his team. They don’t come onto the base. To be fair, I’ll call them when I’m leaving. That way they won’t have to wait around all the time. They will not make trouble for me at work and they will stay as invisible as possible.”

  For now, it was the best I was going to get. I didn’t like her calling, but I would give her a chance and if I found she broke this rule, we’d change and do what I wanted. “Fine, but if I find out you’ve gone out without them or if anything happens to you, we’ll do it my way.”

  Her smile was blinding and I couldn’t suppress my groan. As I stared into her beautiful dark brown eyes and her shining face, I knew I was a goner. This woman already had me wrapped around her little finger.

  I WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND MEN. Boys. Arron beat up Oakley and now they were like best buds and Arron didn’t want to move to a new school. What. The. Fuck. For the second day in a row I’d gotten a message from Arron saying not to worry about picking him up from school as Oakley would give him a lift home after they hung out. I intended to ask Ryder what the hell was going on when I saw him for our date tonight. I told myself for the millionth time that the flutter in my stomach was not because I was nervous, but because of something I had eaten that didn’t agree with me. I was even surer now as I stared at my overflowing closest, undecided about what to wear, my stomach rolling and dancing. I always knew what to wear.

  My closest barely fit all my clothes, and only a quarter of my shoes. I loved shoes and matching outfits and bags. My father had tried to raise me as a tomboy and to a certain extent I was, but when it came to fashion I was, hands down, the grisliest girl. My clothes and shoes were my armor. My way of reflecting how I felt. They set the stage.

  So what I wore tonight was important. I needed to figure out what I felt and what I wanted to reflect. Just because I’d already fucked Ryder, didn’t mean I wanted him to think I was easy. It didn’t mean he already had me in the bag. That I was his and he didn’t have to work to get to know me or gain my trust.

  Shoes. I needed height so I didn’t have to crane my neck so much when we were standing, and to show off one of my favorite assets, my legs. I may be short, but I had great legs, even if I do say so myself. I brought out a loved pair that matched my new favorite color, green. They weren’t the rich deep green like Ryder’s eyes, but lighter.

  Next to decide on a dress, or skirt and top. I didn’t fool myself into thinking pants of any sort would be right for this date. As much I wanted to say I wouldn’t jump his bones so quickly again, I wasn’t so sure of myself and it was always good to be prepared. Skirts or dresses always had easier access. I had a style, though, and I stuck with it. My body was perfect for nineteen fifties pinup style. My goal tonight, classy, but with a bit of sexy sass. I chose a black fitted halter neck dress that flared at the waist, with red roses and green stems and leaves that matched my shoes.

  By the time I was in my dress with my hair done and make-up on, I was already late and had ignored two calls from the front gates. They always said the good things come to those who wait. Or was it the longer you wait the better it is? Crap, something like that, I was sure. When the phone rang this time I answered, not even waiting to see who was on the other end. “I’m on my way. Let Ryder in or wait for me.”

  “Miss Divinity, Mr. Silverman is on his way with your brother Arron.”

  “Oh, okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

  “No problem, Ma’am.” I rolled my eyes at Kyle’s formal words. We’d lived here for less than a year, but I was already on really good terms with all the guys who were stationed at the gate. We didn’t usually speak so formally anymore, the only other times in the last month or so that Kyle had called me Miss and Ma’am was when one of his superiors were around. Great, that meant that the base was on high alert and everyone, and everything, was watched more thoroughly. That gave me a bounce in my step as I went to the door. I knew now that Arron would be safe and there would be no uninvited guests while I was out tonight.

  I reached the bottom step in time to see the door open and Arron come in followed by Ryder. As Ryder stepped further into the house my breath caught and my knees became weak. Wow, the man was delicious. The black suit pants with the light blue button-down dress shirt tucked in made him look like a GQ model. His was so big, so thick, that he more than filled out his clothes and it was all muscle. His tats could be seen creeping out of his collar and didn’t they just make me want to follow them.

  I took my time ogling him, devouring every piece of his amazing body, smiling at his curling lips and groaning with lust as his green eyes darkened with unrefined passion. The butterflies in my stomach intensified and my skin tingled. These feelings were special. I was smart enough to know that the feeling I got when I saw or got to touch Ryder was rare. That not many people got the weak-in-the-knees feeling every time they looked at the man they were with.

  “You look beyond beautiful, vixen.” His husky voice had me blushing like a school girl on her first date.

  “You don’t look so bad yourself.” He was more than handsome. He was edible. I wasn’t going to tell him that though, he already had a massive ego and I was surprised it fit through doors.

  My stomach flip flopped as he smiled and his dimple showed. Crap, he was so gorgeous and I knew if I gave him an inch, he’d take a mile. I barely knew this man and he’d rendered me speechless with just a heated look. He turned me into a sex craved nympho. We needed to go before I thought about the power he had over me and chickened out, going back up to my bedroom to shut the door and curl up in a ball.

  Strutting to him, I grabbed his hand and practically dragged him outside yelling, “Bye Arron. Love ya. See you in a couple of hours.”

  Ryder linked his fingers through mine and I was surprised when he willingly let me drag him to his waiting black SUV.

  I liked that Divinity ate. Any other woman I’d ever taken out had barely eaten and when they had, it had been some kind of salad. Divinity though, ordered pasta, and not the entrée size.

  “So,” she said before placing a spoonful in her mouth. “Why a cop?”

  Shrugging I shoved a chunk of my steak into my mouth, chewed and swallowed. “Why not? I was never into the business side of my family ventures, and my parents always said I had a hero complex. I figured it was firefighter or police. I like the police uniform better. I got handcuffs.” I wink.

  Her eyes lit up and the giggle that slipped past her lips had me adjusting in my seat as my cock hardened. Her giggle and laugh are my new favorite sounds.

  “I haven’t seen you in uniform.”

  “I don’t wear it much anymore now I’m a detective. If you want to see me in it, all you have to do is ask.”

  She rolled her eyes, bit her lip and her eyes flashed with heat. “I’d like that. Although, I’ve never really had a uniform fetish.” She shrugged. “Maybe I just don’t like military style. I’ll have to see yours though, before I make my final decision.”

  “Ask and I’ll wear it whenever you want.”

  “Whenever I want, huh?”

  I nodded, and the cheeky grin that settled over her face had my own lips curving up and my cock going rock solid. I resisted the urge to stop eating, pick her up, and leave the restaurant to show her what she did to me, but I knew she wanted this date and we needed to get to know each other. “So, why beauty and hairdressing?”

  “Why not? I have always been, no matter how hard my father tried to make me the ultimate tomboy, way too girlie. I like make-up and having my hair done. I love how people feel after they’ve had both done. A woman can go from feeling down and out to a million dollars after having her hair and make-up done. I wanted to make people feel like that. I love seeing the joy and happiness on their face. I love my job.”

  “It’s good that you enjoy your job. I did try firefighting, but didn’t like it—the heat wasn’t something I could work with. I have vast respect for the men and women who can do it. I enjoy my detective work, solving p
roblems and working on puzzles. The daily beat, when I was just a cop, wasn’t as fun, but what I do now, I like.”

  “That’s good. I hear customers all the time tell me how much they hate their jobs. I’ve noticed the people that love, or even like, what they do for a living have healthier skin and hair. I’m a big believer that life is short you should enjoy it.”

  Dinner had been great. Better than I thought it would be. Ryder was easy to talk to and he didn’t talk all macho, or crazy, and neither did he bore me to tears. I hadn’t expected that. I’d spoken to men who looked like Ryder before and I’d almost fallen asleep. I’d had nothing in common with them. They talked about what workout regime they were on, or in the case of military men, they talked about the hard work they were put through by arseholes just like my father. They ordered for me and assumed things about me without even asking. I’d learned my lesson. It was why I never went out with men that looked like Ryder. But Ryder had surprised me. He hadn’t talked about himself nonstop, which was something I learned super sexy, buff men liked to do, and he had listened to me and asked questions. What I liked most was that he didn’t do his he-man act and he let me order my own meal, drink, and even dessert.

  All in all, the date had gone great. So I was surprised that we were now going the opposite way to my house. We were almost at Ryder’s house, well, more like mansion. “You’re going the wrong way. The base is the opposite direction.”

  He didn’t even take his eyes off the road when he answered me. “I know where the base is, but I’m taking you home. The base, your father’s house, isn’t your home anymore.”

  Throwing my hands in the air in annoyance, I glared at Ryder. “What happened to being sane? So far tonight I thought you’d stopped your macho caveman crap. I don’t live with you. This is our first date for Christ’s sake.”

  “I don’t like it when you’re at the base. I can’t get to you there. I want you in our house.”

  What the hell was wrong with this guy? “Look, just because I slept with you and went on a date with you, doesn’t mean I’m moving in. I agreed to bodyguards and I think that was crazy enough. I am not moving in.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

  He turned into his street and still didn’t flash me a look. “I don’t want to sleep without you. You’re mine. I want you close. I want you with me.”

  At his words, my stupid stomach flipped and I really had to fight the urge to sigh. “I can’t, even if I wanted to,” I mumble. “I have to look after my brother. I’m his guardian while my dad’s away.”

  He reached down into a glove box and pulled out a remote as we eased up towards his driveway. He pressed buttons, the gates opened, and we drove through. When we’re through, his car crawls and he finally glances at me. “I’ve spoken to your brother. You and he are moving in. I’ve shown him the room he has here and he seemed pretty happy.”

  “Well, I can’t stay tonight because I don’t have clothes for work tomorrow.” I could hear the sulk of defeat in my voice as I tried to come up with a reason why I couldn’t stay with him. Ryder did something to me and if I stayed with him I’d give in to him way too much. My body craved him and I was starting to like him even though he was a loon.

  “You do. Arron let in movers and they packed all your things tonight.”

  “What?” I screeched just as he drove into a huge garage filled with cars.

  He parked and turned off the car. Without answering me, the wanker got out of the car and walked around to my side, opened the door, leaned down, and hooked his arms around me as he lifted me out and placed me over his shoulder. He did all this without saying a word.

  Shocked, and majorly pissed, it took me a while to react. I pounded on his back and kicked his chest. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Put me the fuck down you cocksucker.” When his hand swatted my arse, not once but three times, I stilled, before going nuts. “You did not just smack my butt you fucker! You are so going to regret what you just did. Not to mention your high handedness at packing my things. You had no right.”

  He stopped and I noticed we were near the steps up to the rooms. “I have every right.” His deep gravel grumble had my pussy tingling and some of my anger leaving me. He stomped up the stairs and carefully placed me down. His large hands cupped my face and I stared up into his big, bright green eyes, mesmerized. “You’re mine.”

  Damn. Oh crap. Oh double damn. My whole being heated at his words and the gravely timbre of his voice. I was ready to jump his bones. As my mind flashed images at me throwing myself at him and having my way with him, the anger I had disappeared. Fuck, this man had some major voodoo power over me that turned me into a nympho when I got near him. I needed to tell him I wasn’t his. That we were only dating and had been on all of one date. I should tell him that I wasn’t going to move in with him, but for some reason I moaned, “I love your eyes.” What! Why the hell did I say that and not any of the many things I should? Something was wrong with me.

  His chuckle had a shiver flowing through me and shooting straight to my tingling pussy. He backed me towards his bedroom door, leaned over and opened it. He picked me up, but this time he cradled me in his arms as he walked to the bed. He gently placed me down at the foot of the bed. “Your brother is in the bedroom the furthest from this one. Your boxes are all in the walk-in-closest.” He tucked my hair that had fallen in front of my eyes behind my ears. “This is where you belong. I am yours and you are mine. You need to be with me. Which means you live with me. When your father is away, your brother is welcome here. No, your brother is welcome anytime. My goal is to make you happy and keep you that way. I’m not sorry I took over and moved you in, because this is where you belong.”

  Before I could respond he stripped, throwing his clothes, not caring where they landed. He then turned back to me and I ogled what I knew was mine. His body was beautiful. Art. All hard muscle and it looked like a weapon. His hands flew as he removed my clothes faster than I even could. When I was down to my underwear his growl was pure animal, he paused and moaned, “I’ll buy you a new whatever I wreck.” I was still speechless from all he’d said when he ripped my underwear off and then on a grunt he picked me up and placed me on the edge of the bed, spread my thighs and settled between them. Ryder feathered delicate kisses on each side of my legs making his way up to my core. His hot breath over my most intimate place had my pussy quivering in anticipation. I wiggled my arse down closer, wanting his lips on me. As soon as he nuzzled my pussy, I arched up against him. The light touch of his fingers as he spread my pussy lips, had me shivering, eager for more. He breathed heavily on my pussy as his thumb settled over my clit, circling it. His tongue slowly entered me while his finger pressed down onto my nub. His tongue delved in and out in a steady pace as his fingers caressed my clit. My body throbbed with shards of delight. The pressure on my clit and the constant thrust of his tongue had my whole body soaring closer to bliss. I gripped the bed sheet tighter the closer he brought me to my release. With each sink of his tongue I pushed towards him, needing him to delve deeper. Throwing my head back in delight as he devoured my pussy, my body pulsed as my building orgasm hummed and built higher within me. His thumb lifted off my clit and he ate me out like I was his last meal. Teeth gently scraped over my clit and I exploded, shattering into a million pieces, euphoria crashing over me.

  As much as I wanted to bask in my bliss, I wanted to enjoy his body and explore. If I didn’t act I knew I wouldn’t get the chance to play with his body. Easing up, I ran my hands over his bare chest. Kissing my way up his body, I paused, kneeling before him face to face. “I want to have my turn. Let me explore. Let me play.” His grunt and nod had a grin spreading over my face as I brushed my lips over his smooth skin, making my way down him. My tongue came out and I licked each and every tattoo I could see.

  I loved feeling the different contours of is body. He was tight, and the further down I got towards my goal, the tighter his body became. I now knelt on the floor by the bed and glance
d up at the sculpted god before me. His cock was long, thick, and erect. The mushroom head leaked pre-cum and I circled it and licked over the tip. Wrapping both my hands around him I pumped his cock before moving a hand down to cup his balls and carefully roll them. His deep rumbling moans urged me on and I took more of him deeper into my mouth, running my tongue down the veins. I pumped my hand up and down and took him as deep as I could without choking. I felt a gentle touch against my hair, but he didn’t hold it. I could feel him holding him back. Easing away, I focused on the bulbous head while my fingers ran up and down over the veins I’d licked.

  Staring up to watch his reaction, my stomach fluttered and I smiled as I see the passion alit in his eyes. Looking up at him as I take him deep, I relax my muscles and suck. Hollowing my cheeks, I moved and sank down as I gently squeezed his balls. He’s big, so it’s not easy, but his moans urge me on.

  “Holy fuck, Divinity. Fuck yeah. Deeper. Grip the base harder, vixen,” he rasps.

  I hum my thanks, and he thrusts up at the vibration. I pull on him and he pushes forward and up again. I choke and ease back for air. Taking a deep breath in, I slowly let it out. I do it again before I take his cock back into my mouth. I feel a light touch at first on my head, before Ryder tangles his fingers in my hair and sets the pace. I do as he asked and suck him deeper. He picked up the pace, moving me up and down, faster and faster. His legs started to shake around me and I had a feeling he was about to blow his load.

  “I’m gonna come. Off, vixen.” He tugged at my hair easing me off him. “I want to come in your pussy. I want you to squeeze every last drop and fill you full of me.” With his fingers still wrapped with my hair, he gently pulled me up until I was standing. Letting my hair go, he picked me up and positioned himself against the head of the bed with me sitting atop of him.