Storm Front (The Charistown Series) (Volume 2) Page 29

  Ryan’s confession filled Ashley with a sense of elation and deep sadness all at once. Here he was, admitting that his love for her was and had always been solid and strong, but it was her indifference that finally pushed him too far.

  Indifference. The one thing that had paralyzed her as a girl—the thing she’d sworn she’d never become—was her weapon of choice against the only man she ever loved. My God, this man, this man had been here in front of her all this time. So much wasted time.

  “I couldn’t agree more, Princess.” She hadn’t realized that she had voiced her thoughts, but she was glad. “I don’t wanna waste any more, Ash. Do you understand?” He bent his head to the side his eyes locked with hers. “You’re everything to me Ashley, and I want us to move on…together. Please forgive yourself, and let’s move forward.”

  One small nod led to another until—finally—she let him pull her shaking, sobbing frame tightly into his. Chest to chest they sat on the soft blankets, her legs wrapped around him, her fingers threaded together behind his neck, her face pressed lightly against the soft cotton of his t-shirt as she released a cleansing cry. She was being held by her one true love. She was finally letting go, but she was no longer scared. She knew he would catch her no matter what.

  A loud, boom sounded from somewhere outside in the distance followed by complete darkness in their house. The only light came from the red and orange flames that licked the walls of the fireplace. His arms held her tighter when she startled from the loud noise followed by the blackout.

  “It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you.” His breath tickled her neck just before he grazed her ear lobe with a small lick. The tiny hairs on her neck tingled as he laved the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue and nipped the sensitive skin. When he slowly moved his kisses down from her ear to her neck, a shiver pulsed through her body.

  “Ashley?” His voice was hoarse, his question clear. She knew he wanted to make certain they were on the same page this time. She had a feeling neither of them would survive if they weren’t.

  “Ryan. I have loved you from the start… ” Ashley cupped his face in her hands as she repeated the words she said to him when she was just seventeen years old, and then added the words that were begging to come next, “I fell in love with you when I was fifteen and I’ve lived my life without you. I survived it, but I hated it. It was lonely and hollow. Leo always said I was stubborn and I guess he was right, because in my heart, I never gave up on you…on us. I know it seemed like I did, but I think—no, I know—that’s why I’ve been such a raving bitch these past months. I couldn’t stand to see you with all of the other women. I know it sounds horrible, I did want you happy, honey, I swear…but I wanted you happy with me. I just didn’t feel like I had the right to ask for you back.”

  She stroked her thumbs over his whisker-roughened cheeks. “I know you, and I know you’re probably scared to place your bet on me, but, Ry, I’m in this. I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere, ever again. I love you.”

  Wilma and Fred

  THERE SITTING ON the soft pallet in front of the warm fire, while the hurricane wrecked havoc on the world outside, Ryan lifted onto his knees and crawled closer to the woman facing him. “Lift your arms, Princess.” Her round eyes questioned him but her no words escaped her mouth. “Lift them, honey, or I’ll rip your favorite shirt clear off your body. I’ve been waiting years for this moment, I don’t give a damn how soft and fuzzy that fleecy shit is.”

  Soft humming of blood swishing through his veins immediately filled his ears when she quickly complied. His cock grew long and firm in his track pants as his hands felt her warm, soft skin for the first time. He eased the top up and off her body and threw it onto the sofa.

  His gaze settled on her silken skin and her lace covered breasts.

  “Oh, Ashley,” his voice was rough as her name rumbled out in a prayer. “My God, you’re so fucking beautiful. I want you, God, how I want you.” His words were short and direct, not at all like the silver-tongued stud she had known all her life. What was missing from his words, he knew from her softened look, must have been written all over his face—lust, adoration, desire, need, and love. He loved her. He was in love with her, and he always had been.

  “Your turn, Romeo. I need to feel your skin on mine.” She reached for the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. She would never get tired of looking at his body. It was perfection—taut, bronze skin over bulging muscles. She traced each of his tattoos with her fingertips before rising to her knees and caressing the art with her tongue. His moans reverberated through her chest and traveled down to the sensitive area between her thighs.

  “Ryan, you have no idea what it does to me when you moan like that,” she panted.

  “Tell me, Princess, what does hearing my pleasure do to you?” His growl affected her even more. “Does it make your panties wet?”

  “Yes, Ry,” she exhaled, moving around to his back, tracing each letter of his Storm Front tattoo with the tip of her tongue. “My pussy is wet, my clit is pulsing, my nipples are hard, and my whole body is begging to be touched…by you.”

  She leaned forward and her lace-covered breasts pressed up against the hard plain of his back as she whispered in to his ear, “So, what are you gonna do about it?”

  In an instant, she found herself sprawled out on her back beneath him. Barely a second later Ryan was on his knees, between her legs. Her teasing laugh was caught in the warmth of his mouth as he devoured her lips in a searing kiss.

  “What am I gonna do about it, Princess?” His voice was pregnant with desire while his eyes burned with lust, “I’m gonna show you exactly what happens when you poke the dragon who’s spent his whole life in love with the Princess.” He paused for just a brief second before stripping her out of her sweatpants and lacy panties all in one fell swoop. She let out a strangled giggle as his hands stroked the arches of her ticklish feet.

  “The more things change, the more they stay the same,” he smirked. “I’ve missed touching your soft skin…” His tongue traveled up her shin to her knee. “Mmm, I’ve missed tasting you.”

  With each of his seductive statements, Ashley felt the moisture pooling at the juncture between her thighs. “I smell you, Princess. I could never forget your sweet smell.” The tip of his index finger made the final trek from her knee to the soft flesh of her pussy lips. He trailed the digit from top to bottom, spreading her open and slowly dipping his thick finger inside her.

  She quivered under his touch, his voice, his scent. With her eyes closed she thought of her few sexual encounters over the past years. No other man had ever turned her on the way this man did. “Oh, Ryan, please…”

  She opened her eyes when his ministrations stopped and watched as he brought his finger, glistening with her arousal, up to his mouth. She couldn’t hold back her whimper when she saw his tongue dart out and wrap itself around his thick digit, pulling it into his mouth.

  “So, good, Princess. So sweet.” The desire she saw in his eyes was as clear as the ink on his beautiful skin. “Tell me, Ash, what do you want?”

  “I want you, Ryan, I need you. Please touch me.” In an instant Ashley watched as his desire morphed into hunger and his erection grew thicker between their bodies.

  “Tsk, Tsk, beautiful, I haven’t forgotten about that sassy little mouth of yours. Tell me what you want, Ashley. Tell me in the spicy words you use so well.” His fingers lightly grazed her opening, his touch barely a whisper. “Tell me and I’ll give you exactly what you want, Princess.” He moved down her body, dropping kisses on her bare stomach and nipping at her hipbones, blowing warm breaths over the wet trail he left behind.

  The sting of her teeth biting into her bottom lip and the comfort of her tongue rubbing the ring that pierced through it were the only things keeping her grounded in the moment. She wanted nothing more than to have Ryan wedged between her thighs, but words were nearly impossible to form.

  “Tell me.” He inched his mouth c
loser to her bared sex and ran his tongue from her opening up to her pulsing clit. “Mmm, say the words, baby.” Need coiled in her belly. She reached between her thighs and ran her long fingers through his midnight hair before tugging firmly on the locks, letting him know what she wanted. His eyes met hers and she saw her hunger mirrored in his gaze. Words flowed from her lips like air.

  “I want you, Ryan. I want to feel your mouth on my cunt, I want you to eat me like I’m the first meal you’ve had in years. I want you to make me come apart and when you do, I want you to know that you are the only man that has ever made me feel that way. So, fuck me, Ryan. Fuck me with your mouth, your fingers and your cock, and know that I intend to take you with me on every single ride.”

  His eyes flared as each erotic word dripped from her mouth. Each syllable causing visible jolts of excitement to ricochet through his body. Ashley licked her lips as she watched Ryan stroke his cock, enraptured by her verbal plea.

  “Spicy enough for you?” She grinned wantonly.

  “Forever, I’ve waited for this,” he mumbled just before he released himself and ran his tongue from her seeping entrance to her swollen clit. “Mmm.” As his piercing flicked her hardened bud she sent up a small prayer to the gods of tequila, who she knew were responsible for this wondrous addition to his already talented tongue.

  “Oh, God, Do. Not. Stop,” she pleaded as he fucked her with his fingers and cherished her with his mouth. A swarm of butterflies took flight in her belly, her thighs twitched and her core pulsed. Each time his warm tongue lapped her clit, tsunami waves crested over her. “Oh, Ry…oh…my…”

  She felt him massage her sweet spot once again while sucking her pulsing clit into his mouth. The twin stimulation, along with the knowledge that it was her Ryan giving her this pleasure, was like the perfect storm. In the span of a few moments her world went silent, frozen with the power of the stimulation almost too much to bear, and in an instant, waves of pleasure crashed over her bathing her in bliss she had never known before.

  “I’ve always loved watching you come apart,” he mumbled pressing soft kisses up her inner thighs, her hips, and her toned tummy. “Knowing it was me that had made you look like a ravaged sex goddess always brought out the caveman in me…guess it still does.” He slid up her body, rubbing his fully erect cock against her belly.

  Ashley ran her hands up the muscled arms of the man leaning over her. While her climax had been unbelievable, she wanted more. She’d never tired of him when they were younger, and she’d never tire of him now…not ever. “Honey, while misguided, your caveman protection was the only way you knew how to love back then. That’s not the case now, so bring on the caveman, Ryan, I want it…I crave it.” Her hand left his arm and traveled quickly from his shoulder to his chest, down his abs to his raging hard on.

  “Oh…fuck, Ash.” His groan was guttural as she watched his eyes flutter closed.

  “Lie down, honey, let me show you how Wilma treats Fred.” As if all of his strength had magically disappeared, his body gracefully poured to the floor. Like a panther, Ashley stalked on all fours to settle between his legs making sure her eyes never left his. Her hands skated along his bare flesh, moving slowly over each ripple of taut muscle. Her lips followed closely behind with teasing licks and naughty nips.

  She kissed his lush, full lips, taking the bottom one into her mouth and sucking it between her teeth. “I love you, Ryan.” It was a simple statement that needed no more words attached. His hands cupped her face and his hooded eyes turned serious.

  “Ashley, the love I feel for you runs so deep, so strong and so true that it’s hard to breathe when you’re not around—hearing that you feel the same way…God. I would go through all of these years of pain all over again knowing that we’d end up here together, right now.”

  “Oh, Romeo.” She dipped her lips to his once more kissing the mouth that had given her the words to soothe her soul. She moved smoothly to his ear then to his neck. She ran her tongue from his neck down to his beautiful tattooed chest and as she played with the ring that scored his nipple, she felt his deft fingers unhooking her bra.

  “I need to feel all of you against all of me, baby,” he said by way of explanation. In return, she rubbed her breasts against his warm skin. If the deep moan was any indicator, he was extremely happy with her moves. She continued her journey down his long body until she rested between his strong legs.

  She stroked his impressive erection, loving the weight of it in her hand. “Mmm.” She licked her lips and pumped his length, her smile widening when his breathing labored.

  “Princess, please.” His hoarse plea brought fresh moisture to her already drenched pussy.

  “Please what, Ryan? I wanna hear you ask for what you want.” She teased him by mimicking his earlier command. “I wanna hear you use your dirty words, honey. You know they turn me on.”

  “Fuck,” he roared. “Princess, put my dick in your mouth and suck it down. I want your lips around me, I wanna feel your tongue. Baby, please suck my cock.” His body tensed the moment her tongue touched the sensitive head of his erection. “Ah…” He released a pent up breath as she pulled him slowly into her warm wet mouth and hissed as her tongue laved the sensitive spot just underneath the head. His fingers twisted through her long silken locks as she fucked his dick with her mouth with all the hunger of a starved woman, and the tenderness only true love could possess.

  “Ashley,” he moaned. “Princess, you need to stop, baby, I’m gonna come.” But she didn’t want to stop, she wanted him in her mouth, and she wanted to give him everything he’d given to her. He writhed underneath her.

  “Ash, please baby.” His pleas were different, like he actually wanted her to pull away. So she did.

  Confusion must have shown on her face because Ryan quickly palmed her cheek, gaining her complete attention. “No, Princess, I love everything you’re doing to me,” he chuckled, “maybe a little too much. I don’t wanna come in your mouth this first time, baby, I want to come in you, with you. Okay?”

  “I want that too, Romeo,” she sighed happily. He reached for her, placing his hand behind her head, and slammed his lips to hers. Their kiss was not gentle, sweet, or kind. It was hungry, and it was ravenous.

  They sank deep into each other as their bodies wound tightly together. Ryan lowered them to the ground, side by side, mouths still joined, and pushed her knees apart with his thigh. His fingers quickly found their way to her hot core and he inserted two into her with ease.

  “So ready for me. I love that, Princess.”

  “I was made for you, Ryan,” she whimpered as his thumb rubbed circles over her engorged bud. Climax quickly rippled through her body, robbing her of thought and breath. When she floated down from her orgasm-induced haze she looked at him through hooded eyes.

  “Nothing more incredible.” He said on a heavy breath as he palmed her naked skin causing goose bumps rise under his touch.

  “Ry, I want you. I want you inside me. Make love to me.” Her short sentences were the result of both breathlessness and an overwhelming desire to be joined with this man. His voice was low and thick with lust. “I have to go get protection, baby.” She reached out to stop him before he moved to get up.

  “You know I’m on the pill…the question is, how careful were you during ‘Operation Piss Off Princess?’” While she meant for the question to be light-hearted, she could tell by the way his brows furrowed that she had struck a nerve unintentionally.

  “Ashley, my heart has always belonged to you. I’ve never had an encounter with a woman where I haven’t been properly protected—not once, not ever.” His tone told her that he spoke the truth and she knew exactly what she wanted.

  “Then nothing between us, Ryan.” His nostrils flared when her meaning became clear.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Nothing between us ever again,” she clarified and brought his face closer to her own. His weight felt amazing pressed up against her naked skin and she melte
d underneath him, his kisses turning her to liquid while his touches set her ablaze.

  “More, Ryan,” she begged. “Please, please…more.”

  Her pleas were like a lighter to a gas tank, each one igniting a spark while Ryan waited for the motherfucker to blow. He reached between them and placed his hardness at her opening and Ashley lifted her hips to drive him in. Flames exploded around him and his mind melted, not just at the feeling of being inside of his woman but being inside her bareback. He thanked God he’d only ever experienced this with her before, and now with her again. This was what men fought for—what they died for. This was heaven. This was him and Ashley.

  He rocked into her and felt her tight walls grip him as he kissed her breasts, her neck, and her sweet lips.

  “Ash, I fucking love you.”

  Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, clasped at the ankles, and she lifted her hips to pull him in even deeper. They both groaned. Faster, he pumped into her and the sting of her nails scoring his back turned him on even more.

  He growled when she licked at the sweat that ran down his neck. He could feel his release brewing at the base of his spine, and his balls pulled up tight against his body, so he reached between their joined torsos and grazed her sensitive clit.

  “Oh, oh, God, fuck, Ryan…”

  “Let go, Ash, give it to me. One more, baby, let me have one more.” Her walls tightened around his shaft as she blew apart, bringing him with her. A perfect union. No, a perfect reunion.

  TAKING ANOTHER LOG from the pile and throwing it onto the fire, Ryan fanned the flames while Ashley lay snuggled on the floor, wrapped in one of the many blankets they had put down at the beginning of the night. He watched out of the corner of his eyes as she pulled her bottom lip into her teeth, her gaze firmly on his ass.

  “Staring again, Princess?” He taunted.

  “Ryan, I’m never gonna not stare. You are male perfection, and you’re all mine. Now get back over here. I’m cold.” She lifted the blanket and he slid in next to her. As his naked body touched hers it sent a shiver through her.