Renegade Hearts (Rebels of Sandland Book 1)

by Nikki J Summers

  He broke away, both of us panting like we’d run a marathon, and he reached behind to pull his T-shirt off over his head, all the time keeping eye contact with me. He was perfection. Tanned, toned and looking good enough to eat. He threw the T-shirt onto the floor and started to kiss me again. I couldn’t keep my hands off him. He felt so smooth, so sexy and so mine. I hated that my dress was stopping me from getting the full Ryan Hardy experience. I wanted his skin against me without any barriers.

  He started to kiss down my neck and I gasped, closing my eyes. His fingers toyed with the straps of my dress and then I felt him pulling, sliding them down my arms.

  “Is this okay?” he asked in a husky voice. I couldn’t stop this even if I wanted to. Scratch that. I didn’t want to stop it. Boy, I couldn’t even form coherent thoughts right now.

  “Yes,” I replied in a breathy voice. He lifted up onto his elbows slightly and I managed to pull my arms free of the straps of my dress. I lay there in my black lacy bra with my dress bunched around my waist. Ryan’s breathing was deep, and he touched my chest delicately with his fingers, tracing over the lace. Then he bent down and put his mouth over my breast, sucking through the lace. I gave a little cry and pushed myself up into him. It felt good feeling his hot wet mouth on me, even through the material.

  He bit down gently, taking my puckered nipple into his mouth and rubbing it with his tongue. Then he let go and moved to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. I writhed underneath him. I knew breasts could be sensitive, but they’d never felt like this. Having him kiss them was making me wet, and I could feel pulsing in-between my legs. I hooked one of my legs over his hip and angled myself, rubbing against him to get some kind of friction.

  Ryan’s hand went around my back, feeling for the hook of my bra, and then he snapped it, pulling it right off and dropping it next to his T-shirt. I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed lying under him like this. I’d always thought I would, but I didn’t. He made me feel safe, protected, desired. The heat in his eyes made me feel powerful. A power I liked having. I wanted more.

  “You’re so beautiful, Em,” he whispered as he looked from my eyes to my breasts and then his mouth was on them again; sucking, biting, driving me absolutely crazy. I couldn’t stop panting. I was breathless with need. He massaged them with his hands as he went to work with his talented tongue and I held his head, grabbing fistfuls of his hair in desperation.

  I could feel the hardness in his jeans and I ground my hips into him, trying to get some relief. He moved his hand down my body and back onto my thigh, lifting my skirt. He kneaded my ass then he moved to inside my thigh, his fingers stroking so so close to where I needed them, but not quite getting there.

  “Please,” I begged quietly into the air and he moaned, rubbing his fingers over my pussy through my underwear. So fucking good and still not enough.

  “You’re so wet,” he groaned into my ear. Rubbing me over and over. I lifted my hips, wanting, no, needing more. “Can I touch you?” he asked. I nodded then gave a low, guttural groan as he ran his finger underneath the thin strip of lace and pushed it aside. Then his finger was on me, sliding through my lips and over my clit, making me roll my hips in time with him.

  He rubbed in circles and then slowly he moved lower, pushing his finger inside me and making me moan louder. I could feel the palm of his hand against me as he stroked inside, curling forward and making me sweat and pant for more. It felt so good. Too good. He was fucking me with his fingers and I loved it.

  “I want to taste you,” he gasped into my ear and I nodded again. I wasn’t capable of speaking. I was too lost in the sensations he was creating. All I could focus on was what he was doing to me and grinding my hips to make it feel even better.

  He kissed down my stomach, flicking his tongue into my belly button and I watched him, my eyes heavy and my body like liquid. I stroked over his hair as he ventured lower and he looked up at me, full of lust and desire. I knew right then I’d do anything for him.

  He pulled his finger out and I moaned at the loss of him. But he just smiled and then pulled my thong down my legs and clean off. Then he opened my legs wider and sighed. “So fucking beautiful and so fucking mine.”

  He bent down, using his thumbs to part my lips and then he ran his tongue over my clit. My hips bucked forward involuntarily, and I cried out. Holy shit, I’d never felt anything this good in my whole life. He licked over and around my clit and then sucked it into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over and over before letting it pop out again.

  Fuck, this was gonna send me over the edge.

  He carried on licking, swirling, sucking, teasing me with his tongue and I rocked my hips onto his mouth being more brazen than I’d ever been. I didn’t even recognise this Emily. She was wild. He made me wild.

  I could feel myself tighten up down there and I clung to the edge of the sofa.

  “Oh… Ryan, I’m…”

  He pushed his finger inside me as he fucked me with his mouth and I lost all ability to speak. I couldn’t even finish my sentence. I felt a build up inside me and then my whole body started to shake. My pussy clamped down tightly onto his fingers, like the muscles were going into spasm. My clit was pulsing fast like a drum and my legs were quivering like jelly. Holy fucking shit. So, that was what an orgasm felt like.

  He lapped gently in-between my legs as little sparks and aftershocks went off. I lay there with my eyes closed feeling like I’d just gone through something biblical. Life changing. Truth be told, I had. Was it always like this? This all-consuming, heart-stopping, mind-blowingly amazing? From what Liv had told me, it wasn’t. Maybe I’d hit the jackpot. First time lucky.

  Ryan rested back over me, he still had his jeans on, and when I kissed him I could taste myself on his lips. It was such a turn-on. And as sated as I felt, I still wanted to feel him. Do for him what he’d done for me. I ran my hand over the front of his jeans and I could feel how impossibly hard he was. He broke our kiss, but kept his forehead pressed against mine.

  “I don’t expect you to do anything. Tonight has been perfect,” he said. I bit my lip and nodded, then popped the button on his jeans. I could feel his dick already poking out of the top. Even his boxers couldn’t hold him in. “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “Yes. I want to see you. Touch you.” I smiled, and he helped me to push his jeans and boxers off. He kicked them off onto the floor and lay next to me on the sofa, completely naked. “You’re beautiful,” I said, mirroring his words from earlier and he laughed.

  “That’s the first time I’ve ever been called beautiful.” He pecked my nose and then rubbed it down the side of mine, giving me a slow seductive kiss. I loved Ryan’s kisses. I loved tasting him. But right now, he was distracting me. I moved my head to look down at his dick which was hard, long and thick. It was resting on my stomach and I went to touch him, but hesitated.

  “Touch me, baby,” he said, taking my hand and wrapping it around his length. It felt soft like velvet even though it was hard. I wasn’t expecting that. He kept his hand over mine to show me how he liked to be stroked. I was glad. I didn’t have the first clue how to do this, but he didn’t seem to mind. When I found my rhythm, he moved his hand away and started kissing me again, squeezing my breasts and thrusting his hips into my hand. I wasn’t done exploring though, and when I took my hand away from his shaft and started to stroke over his balls, he moaned.

  “Oh, baby. Just like that.” I knew I had to go gentler here and so I stroked and tickled, dragging my nails oh-so-delicately across his skin before cupping them. “So good.” He moaned and when I moved back to rubbing his shaft, he started to thrust faster into my hand. “Harder, baby. Hold me a little tighter.” I did, and he settled his head into the crook of my neck and started to grunt, pistoning his hips into me.

  Suddenly, he pulled away and kneeled in-between my legs.

  “I’m gonna come,” he said, moving my hand away and pumping his dick fast in his hand. I watched fascinated as he lifte
d my skirt back up with one hand and then beads of white cum spurted out of his dick onto my stomach. Hearing him groan made me start pulsing all over again. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, watching Ryan come on me… because of me.

  “Holy fuck,” he said, resting back on his haunches and throwing his head back. “Fuck.”

  He opened his eyes and looked at me, panting. I reached forward and ran my thumb over the tip of his dick, saving the last drop, and then I sucked my thumb into my mouth. His eyes bugged out of his head.

  “Fucking hell, Em. That’s so fucking sexy. I really want to kiss the fuck out of you.”

  “That’s a lot of f-bombs, babe.”

  “All very necessary right now,” he said, leaning over to grab a box of tissues from the work bench behind him. He wiped himself off my stomach and then lay back over me, pulling me into him and kissing me. “Why have I waited so long? I should’ve locked you down ages ago.” He gave me a cheeky smile and I wrapped my arms around him to hold him close.

  “Because all good things come to those who wait. Or is it save the best till last?”

  “First, last, I don’t care. You, Em are everything.”

  I woke up, quickly registering the fact that I was resting my head on a very warm, very solid chest and shamelessly drooling all over it. I reached my hand up slowly to wipe the evidence away and hoped he wasn’t awake to notice. As I moved, he stirred too, stretching his arms and then he planted a kiss on the top of my head. We were still tangled together on the tiny sofa in his workshop. I had no idea what time it was, but I was hoping it wasn’t too late.

  Ryan reached down to the side of him and picked up his mobile phone from the pocket of his jeans. The screen flashed to life and he jolted, sitting upright, but making sure not to throw me off him as he did.

  “Shit. Babe, it’s five-thirty.”

  My mouth went dry. How the hell had we managed to sleep through the night? I wracked my brains, trying to remember if my dad would be home or still in London. I didn’t have a curfew as such since turning eighteen and I was technically an adult. But I knew if I got caught by him, sneaking in this morning, my life wouldn’t be worth living for the foreseeable future. Especially if he put two and two together and worked out where I’d been. Luckily, by my calculations, he wasn’t due back until tomorrow.

  “I really need to go home.”

  I still had my dress on, albeit gathered around my waist. I smoothed the skirt to cover my modesty and looked past Ryan to the floor to see where my underwear was. He was gloriously naked without a care in the world. I was covering my chest with my arms and trying not to blush. In the harsh light of day my confidence was starting to ebb away.

  “Don’t hide yourself from me.” He sighed, pulling my arms down and giving me a gentle kiss. “You’re beautiful. Own it.”

  “I’m not as body confident as you,” I said, trying but failing to not stare at the impressive erection he had going on.

  “It’s morning. It always does that.” He laughed and then he reached round and picked up our clothes from the floor, passing my bra over and then shifting around to put his boxers on. He stood up and got himself dressed in record time while I sweated with embarrassment and wrestled with my bra clasp. My first morning after the night before and I got it now. I understood why Liv had called it the walk of shame. I didn’t feel shame as such. I didn’t regret anything I’d done with Ryan last night. But I felt the burn of awkwardness and self-consciousness this morning as it singed my skin. I was sure I was the colour of a beetroot right about now.

  Ryan turned to face me, and he must’ve noticed my unease. He was getting quite good at reading me.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, concern washing over him. He sat back down on the sofa next to me and took my hand in his. “Please tell me I haven’t scared you away. I know we got caught up with everything last night, but I can honestly say, hand on heart, that was the best night ever.” The little boy smirk he gave me melted any tension I felt in an instant.

  “Enough already. I told you, I don’t scare easily. Not when it comes to you, anyway. I had a good time last night.”

  “I didn’t even feed you. I should stop off to pick us up some breakfast on the way back to yours. We need coffee too,” he said on a big yawn.

  “I think I need to get back before my mum gets up. I’d prefer to avoid the twenty questions.”

  “Tell her you stayed at your friend’s house.”

  “I would, but I’m a crap liar. She’d see right through me in a second. No. Best to get home and face the music.”

  “Can I see you tonight?” he ventured as if he expected me to say no.

  “I’d like that.”

  We held hands as he led us out into the dusky morning. The sun had barely come up and the breeze had that dewy crisp morning feel to it. I felt alive and I took a deep breath, smiling over at Ryan as I did. He went to open the van, but a deep voice stopped him.

  “Morning, Emily, son. Good night was it?”

  We both turned to see Sean standing a few feet away with a steaming mug in his hands. He was dressed in his overalls, ready for his working day. I had no idea they started so early.

  “Hi, Mr. Hardy. Sorry. I would stay to chat, but I’m late home.” I waved awkwardly and cringed at how ridiculous I sounded. Ryan must’ve agreed as I heard him give a low chuckle.

  “It’s Sean, I told you.” He glanced at his watch then looked back up at me. “And I’d say you’re about seven hours too late, young lady. I hope your dad doesn’t get the shotgun out. He might look fit, but my son can’t run for toffee.”

  It was my turn to scoff under my breath.

  “Son, run in a zig-zag. It’ll make it harder for him to get a decent shot in,” Sean said laughing.

  As if the morning wasn’t mortifying enough, Connor, Ryan’s brother, chose that exact moment to come out and join us. He wasn’t work-ready though. He had a towel wrapped around his hips and rivulets of water still trickled down his chest from the shower he’d just taken. I tried not to look, but it was hard not to.

  “Jesus. Really, Con?” Ryan said, and he grabbed the door handle to the van with a bit too much aggression, yanking it open and huffing as he did.

  “Did you like my scones?” Connor asked, looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes. “They’re pretty good, aren’t they?”

  “Best scones I had last night,” I answered, and Ryan smirked.

  “I’m taking Em home, then I’ll be back to clean up and get to work,” Ryan said addressing his dad. “And next time you talk to my girl, put some fucking clothes on,” he snapped at Connor.

  Connor threw his head back and laughed, then he sauntered off towards the house they all lived in that adjoined their thriving little garage. That must be a Hardy family trait, I guessed. No wonder all the ladies they dated were losing their shit. That laugh did things to a girl.

  “I’m sorry about my asshole brother,” Ryan said, starting the van up and grinding his teeth in irritation. “I swear to God he does that shit on purpose, just to fuck with me.”

  I reached over to squeeze his thigh as we pulled out onto the road. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I only had eyes for you back there.”

  He chuckled and glanced at me before focusing back on his driving. “Good answer, babe. Good answer.”

  As it turned out, the Gods were on my side that morning and I managed to sneak back home just before six without waking anyone. Mum’s empty bottle of chardonnay still sat on the island in the kitchen. She probably crawled off to her vacant bed in a wine-induced haze and wouldn’t be up until around midday. She tended to drink more when Dad was away. I guessed she was lonely. I’d tried to fill the gap, create movie nights and give her the attention I knew she craved, but I was a poor substitute. Most days, when Dad worked, Mum was on the wine by mid-afternoon.

  “That’s what a great orgasm will do to you.” Liv cackled as I filled her and Effy in on everything that’d happened since the Cha
se Lockwood debacle. I wasn’t sure how they’d take the news about me and Ryan being… Well, I wasn’t sure what we were. Was he my boyfriend? We were definitely dating.

  “It’s a scientific fact,” she carried on, talking way too loudly in the café we were in and drawing unwanted attention our way. “Some hormone or chemical that it creates. You orgasm and then you have the best sleep ever. I tell you, a hot guy is the cure for all insomniacs.”

  “I don’t think insomnia is cured that easily,” I whispered shaking my head, but I couldn’t help smiling at her enthusiasm.

  “Maybe not. It helps me though.” Liv winked and then continued to grill me on every sordid detail she could get out of me, which wasn’t a lot. I was happy to share the basics, but the rest was private, between Ryan and me. I liked it that way.

  “Any news on the Zak front?” I asked, steering the conversation away from the size of Ryan’s dick.

  “Don’t say that name to me.” Liv clammed up and Effy took over.

  “He was in Walkabout last night with Kelly Hopton. They looked pretty close.”

  Walkabout was a local bar in town and I raised my eyebrow in surprise at what they’d seen. If Zak was gonna settle down and date, Kelly Hopton would’ve been the last girl I’d have expected him do that with. Even Kelly didn’t do relationships. Hell, maybe that was the point. They were the perfect fit.

  “And he said he didn’t do dating. Fucking piece of crap. I hate him.” Liv took a gulp of her coffee and then hissed when she scorched her mouth.

  “He doesn’t deserve you, Liv.” I patted her knee then leant over to give her a side hug.

  “He doesn’t.” She nodded, sniffing back a sob. “I hope for your sake Ryan is different. Those boys are assholes.”

  I saw Effy’s eyes go wide and she opened her mouth to speak, then thought better of it and closed it again.

  “He is,” I answered, because truthfully, I believed he was. “Ryan and Finn are good guys.” Effy nodded in agreement. And I reminded myself to ask her about Finn later when we were alone. There was a story there, I could tell.