Christmas Wish

by Wilder, Chiah

  Ryder pulled away, breathless. “Fuck, darlin’,” he growled, then he kissed her again, his hands still gripping her tightly. Dragging his lips down her chin to her neck, he bit her hard, and Savannah gasped and clutched him, fueling his lust even more.

  “Ryder,” she moaned.

  He ran his hands over the soft fabric of Savannah’s robe, his gaze holding hers, as he impatiently pulled at the sash and loosened it. Heat flickered in her deep blues, and when he heard the quick and soft catch of her breath, he cupped the back of her neck and lowered her mouth to his to capture it. Savannah ran her fingernails down his neck and shoulders, and it surprised him that he had to fight off a shudder at the feel of her fingers on his skin.

  Grasping the front of the robe, he jerked it off her shoulders and molded his hands around her firm round tits that spilled a little out of his palms. The minute he touched them, greed took over and all he wanted was to devour them.

  Savannah lifted up and arched back and her breasts jutted out.

  “You’re killing me, baby,” he growled.

  Ryder pulled her back to him and buried his face between the swell of her tits, then ran his tongue down over her soft skin, skimming the top of her lacy bra. With one fluid movement, he unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms, loving how her skin pebbled under his fingertips. She threw her bra on the floor and bent down. He dragged his mouth over the areola, nuzzling her, then seized one of her nipples between his teeth and gave it a sensual tug, which incited small gasps. His mouth teased one nipple while his fingers tormented the other, tugging, flicking, and pinching.

  “That feels so good, Ryder,” she moaned, burying her hands in his hair and yanking it hard.

  The room was dimly lit, and he wanted to see her in the light, but he didn’t want her to see him.

  “Hang on,” she whispered.

  Savannah broke away and stood up, and he could see the outline of her magnificent tits swinging as she bent over and reached for the table lamp.

  Apprehension assaulted him.

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  Savannah’s movements stopped as if she were frozen. “Turning on the lamp. I can’t really see you.”

  “I don’t want it on.” Don’t try and get me to fucking talk about it.

  “Don’t you want to see my body?” A thread of insecurity wound around her voice.

  “Of course I do, it’s just—”

  “That’s good.” Relief replaced uncertainty. “I want to see you too. I bet you don’t know that I’ve been whipping myself into a frenzy imagining how sexy you look under your flannel shirts.”

  Ryder smiled.

  “I can put a scarf or something over the lampshade to mute the brightness if you’d like.”

  “It’s a three-way bulb,” he said thickly.

  “Then let’s see how we do at the lowest wattage.”

  The click reverberated in his ears, and then a gentle yellowish glow filled the room. Ryder’s gaze fell on the most gorgeous tits he’d ever seen: big with pink areolae surrounding luscious nipples—red and taut from his attention.

  “Fuck,” he murmured under his breath.

  Reddish streaks painted her cheeks as she folded her arms over her naked breasts.

  “Don’t cover them—they’re fucking awesome.”

  Her arms dropped to her sides, and he drank in the sensational sight of her: smooth ivory skin, electrifying blue eyes, perfect breasts, and soft curves with a little belly pudge. As if ashamed, Savannah covered her belly and shook her head.

  “I used to have a flat stomach before Timmy, but everything I’ve tried hasn’t helped to get rid—”

  “Hush, darlin’. A lot of men like curves, it’s feminine as fuck. I know I like having something soft to cuddle. You’re a stunning woman.” Ryder’s eyes drifted to the tattoo disappearing beneath her lacy panties. “And that tat is sexy as fuck. Come over here, woman.”

  When Savannah was in reaching distance, he yanked her to him and she fell on top of his chest, laughing as she propped herself up. Ryder went for her tantalizing tits again, bringing them close together and sucking both her nipples at the same time. She gasped and moaned and her hair fell down over him, tickling his face and shoulders.

  As he feasted on her, she slipped her fingers under his T-shirt, and scratched her way down over his muscles. He hissed in a sharp breath as she rubbed her fingertips over his skin while biting his shoulder.

  “Take this off,” she whispered, tugging at his shirt. He whipped it off over his head and smirked when she gasped as she took him in.

  “Like what you see?” he asked, as he pinched her tits.

  “Oh, yeah. I knew you had a fantastic build, but it’s even better uncovered.” She lowered her head and brushed her lips against the macabre skulls and black roses decorating his chest. “I like these,” she murmured, tracing the tribal symbols curling around his biceps. “And this one.” He watched her tongue lightly lick the tangled barbed wire circling around his forearm. There was something so fucking sensual about Savannah touching and exploring his tattoos.

  Savannah looked up at him, the tip of her tongue resting against her upper lip and he wanted to suck the shit out of it. Taking her plum-tipped finger, she outlined his lips, teasing him as he tried to capture it in his mouth, then she very slowly ran it past his chin and down his throat until it rested on his chest—on the face of a melting skull.

  Savannah lowered her head and place a soft kiss on his inked skin. “Your tattoos are so intricate”—she kissed his right pec—“and very”—she kissed his left pec—“very sexy”—she swirled her tongue over his nipple and bit it—“like you.”

  Desire burned and crackled inside him, a voracious wildfire scorching a trail to his hard-as-hell dick. He grunted when her tongue slid up his throat and their mouths melded—passionately, deeply, and demanding.

  “I want you so badly,” she smothered on his lips.

  “You’ve got me, darlin’,” he rasped.

  His hand glided down her side, landing on the waistband of her panties. Looping the elastic around his finger, he tugged at it until it revealed a bare ass cheek. Digging his fingers into her soft flesh, he bit the bottom of her lip and a small yelp erupted from her mouth.

  “Fuck, woman. I’ve been jerking to fantasies about touching your ass.”

  Savannah helped him take off her panties then she raised up a bit and began to pull the covers down. Ryder tensed and grasped the comforter away from her.

  “Please don’t do that. I want to see you.”

  He sucked in a sharp breath. I’m not ready for that. I bet my shriveled stump isn’t in your fantasy.

  “Please?” She peppered his face, jawline, and neck with feathery light kisses, and then she traced his ear with her tongue before drawing the lobe into her mouth.

  Fuck! His hold on the sheets loosened, and he lost himself in the scent and feel of her as she rubbed her body against his. The rush of cool air snapped him back to the moment, and he grabbed at the bedcovers, but it was too late—she’d pulled them off, exposing him.

  Without taking her lips away from his flesh, Savannah dragged down his boxers, and then wrapped her fingers around his erection; they felt amazing as they gently traced the veins up and down his cock, tickling the rim and gliding over the sensitive mushroom head.

  “Do you like that?” she asked softly.

  “Yeah,” he hissed, stroking her hair.

  Ryder watched her face as she met his gaze then, without breaking eye contact, lowered her mouth onto his cock and took him in deep. His abdominal muscles tightened as he gripped the edge of the mattress and bit the inside of his mouth; as he watched her head move up and down, her mouth was hot and unyielding.

  “Fuck, darlin’, you gotta stop ’cause you’re gonna make me blow.”

  She sucked harder and deeper.

  Ryder leaned over and placed his hands on her face, pulling her off him. “I want to come inside you.”
He opened the nightstand drawer and took out a condom then hurriedly tore the package with his teeth. Savannah snapped it away from him and took out the sheath and glided it on him. Damn that was sexy. “Come on and ride me.”

  Savannah spread her knees apart and straddled him, bending over deeply to press her mouth against his. Ryder pushed his tongue inside while tweaking her nipples, and then she broke away and reclined on her heels.

  “Fuck, you’re wet,” he said as he looked at the shining folds of her sex.

  She was totally shaven down there, and the vine tattoo curved wickedly low, just barely touching the top of her swollen lips. Reaching out, his fingers parted those lips, revealing the tempting, glistening flesh beneath.

  “Your pussy is perfection, darlin’,” he said, his eyes fixed on the tiny pearl at the top, which was barely peeking out from beneath its hood.

  “The way you’re staring at me makes me want to come right now,” she said, reaching around and running her fingertips over his balls.

  “Fuck,” he whispered. “Come closer.” His hands gripped her hips and brought her up as he slid down on his back and then positioned her over his mouth. The heady scent of her arousal swirled around him, drawing him closer until his tongue slid into her folds. She moaned then gasped when he ran it up the entire length of her opening.

  “You taste so damn good, woman.”

  His fingers explored her flesh, moving upward, circling around her ever-growing nub without touching it directly, and then down, past her heated slit until they tickled the soft flesh around her puckered rosebud.

  Savannah whimpered and bucked slightly, and he buried his tongue in her folds while sliding two fingers inside her. Her walls cocooned them with their wet heat, and he twisted them while flicking her hardened sweet spot with the flat side of his tongue.

  “Oh, shit,” she whispered before rocking against his mouth and fingers.

  Closing his mouth around her erect nub, he sucked it gently while thrusting his fingers in and out of her. Glancing up, he watched her tits bounce and listened to her hoarse cries as she climaxed, collapsing on top of him like a blanket. He watched the aftershocks of her orgasm pulse through her, and he couldn’t resist rolling one plump nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She was all soft and flushed and relaxed.

  After several minutes, Savannah tilted her head back and smiled at him, her eyes misted over.

  “That was incredible,” she said, scooting down to kiss his Adam’s apple.

  Before he could say anything, she sat up and positioned her hips over him. “Your turn.” Her lips tugged up into a devilish grin as she leaned down and pressed them to his, her hard nipples caressing his chest. Pushing back, she curled her fingers around the base of his dick and guided it inside her.

  “Damn, you’re big,” she said as her flesh wrapped around him and started to eat him up.

  “So damn wet and good,” he gritted, controlling her movements with his hands until he filled her up, her pussy sucked tight to his dick.

  “Oh, fuck,” she moaned, looking at him.

  Ryder kissed her face and ground his hips, thrusting up into her as she dropped back down on him. Over and over, Savannah slowly lifted off him until he almost escaped her, and then she’d push back down, burying him inside her heated walls while she moaned softly. It was fucking unbelievable, and it took all the strength he had not to blow his wad.

  He reached out and worked his finger on Savannah’s clit as she picked up the pace and bounced on him.

  “I’m gonna fuck you hard, darlin’,” he gritted as he thrust up, his hand moving her up and down as his finger kept stoking the side of her turgid nub. Savannah moaned long and loud, her sweet ass smacking against his thighs as she rode him.

  Driving into her harder and rougher, he felt her insides squeeze around him and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

  A light sheen coated her face and she threw her head back. “I’m coming!”

  As she cried out, he could feel it: a thousand fingers gripping him at once and stroking his dick. He watched as she writhed on him, then his balls retracted and his cock began to pulse, and a moment later, he joined her with a chorus of growls, grunts, and groans, shuddering his own release.

  “Savannah,” he panted, sliding his hand through her silky blonde hair.

  “Ryder,” she croaked.

  He coaxed her to roll next to him, and he pressed her close. Warmth spread through him as his heart beat erratically. It’d been a long time since he felt anything toward a woman, and Savannah complemented him very well. Where he was rough, she was smooth. Where he blew his top, she kept her cool. Where he was introverted, she was extroverted. She was the part that made him whole, and he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it.

  Then she rested her hand on his withered limb and he tensed. “You don’t need to do that to prove something to me,” he said.

  “I know,” she whispered. “My hand just went there. I wasn’t thinking—I forgot how touchy you are about it. I’ll move it if you want me to.” Savannah started to withdraw it, but he grasped her hand and held it firm against his flesh.

  “Thank you for letting me in,” she said softly.

  Ryder grunted and held her tighter. Everything about her threw him off center, and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. He knew that what they’d just shared went beyond two lonely, broken people fucking, but he didn’t want to think about it. His past relationship taught him that he couldn’t count on women, but Savannah was so gentle, so honest.

  Her deep breathing told Ryder that she’d fallen asleep. He kissed the top of her head then buried his nose her hair and inhaled her scent. He didn’t want a single day to go by without her fragrance filling his nostrils.

  And with that thought weaving through his mind, he drifted off into a deep sleep.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Bret Carlton opened the crystal decanter and poured himself a drink before answering the vibrating phone on the end table. Harry’s name flashed across the screen and for a split second, Bret debated about letting the call go to voicemail, but his mother’s stern face popped into his mind, and he brought the cell phone to his ear.

  “I found your ex and your son,” Harry said.

  “She’s not my ex—we’re still married.” Bret took a sip of the brandy, welcoming the smooth, warm burn as it slid down his throat.

  “Whatever. I spotted them at that community tree ceremony.”

  Bret shook his head and took another sip of his drink. “Savannah’s so fucking predictable. Where’s she staying?”

  “I don’t know, Boss. She’s not staying in town.”

  Bret’s fingers gripped the glass tightly. “You already established that days ago. Where the fuck is she staying with my son?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “That’s not a ten-thousand-dollar answer, Harry.” Heat rose up his neck.

  “She’s staying with some dude, and from the looks of it, they’re more than roommates,” Harry said, hardness creeping into his voice.

  “What the fuck does that mean?” Bret sat down on the wingback chair next to the fireplace.

  “They acted like they had something going on, and your son seemed pretty friendly with him.”

  Bret paused, trying to take in what Harry was saying. That’s why the old bitch ran away—she’s been having an affair. What a sanctimonious hypocrite. “Who’s the guy?”

  “A biker with an outlaw club.”

  “What?”

  “He’s involved with the Insurgents—they’re based in Pinewood Springs.”

  “That figures. I wonder where the hell she met him. Are there any of those people in Boston?”

  “No—only in the west. Didn’t your mother-in-law say Savannah met him when she got stuck in the blizzard?”

  “Yes, but that’s only been a little more than a couple of weeks ago.” When he and Savannah had first begun dating, it took him forever to get in
side her pussy, so he doubted that she’d take up with a stranger so soon.

  “I just call it like I see it, Boss.”

  “Did you follow them home?”

  “Uh … there were so many damn people, they got lost in the crowd. I’m keeping my eyes open around town. I’m sure your wife will want to do some Christmas shopping. When I spot her, I’ll follow her.”

  “Yes—do your fucking job. I want to know where the hell this dirtbag lives, and who the bitch is shacking up with. I can’t believe she’d be doing this with my son there.”

  “I’ll find out everything. I know what I’m working with now.”

  “I can’t get away until after the weekend. Before I go to some damn hick town, I want all the information on this asshole, and I don’t want any fucking excuses why you don’t have it.”

  “I’ll have it all for you.”

  The cell phone landed with a thud on the end table as Bret stood up and paced around the den. The thought of Savannah with another man infuriated him, and he couldn’t wrap his head around it. She had to have met him in Boston, but where the hell was she that she’d meet someone like him? Bret knew Savannah’s schedule—he made it a point to keep tabs on his wife, and she rarely veered off from her daily routine of fundraising meetings, lunches with her girlfriends, and taking care of Timmy. Bret cracked his knuckles. Of course, Timmy was the focal point of all your days. The thought that she would take up with someone she’d just met didn’t sit well with him, so Bret had to convince himself that Savannah had been cheating on him and that’s the reason she’d left. It was all an elaborate plan, and calling your mom and telling her you were stuck in a blizzard was genius, bitch, but you didn’t fool me, did you?