‘We’re about to take off.’ Ryan adjusted himself in his seat and grabbed a magazine from the small pocket in front of him. Megan held her breath, waiting, but he didn’t look at her again. Leaning back in her seat, she closed her eyes, wishing for the plane ride to be over.
By the time they finished their layover in Colorado and were in line to board the second plane, Megan had imagined Ryan naked in every possible place. There were a few times she would have pulled him into a bathroom stall at the Denver airport had her sisters’ banter not brought her back to reality. What was happening to her brain that suddenly all she could think about was ways to get Ryan alone and naked? The more she tried to concentrate on something else, the less she did.
‘I keep thinking about the other night,’ Ryan whispered into her ear from behind.
Megan blinked, surprised to hear the confession. Her family had already passed by the ticket counter and were on their way to board. They couldn’t hear his words.
A hand touched her hip and this time she was sure it wasn’t an accident – not like when he fastened her seatbelt, or when they stood in line at the fast-food restaurant for lunch, or when he and Vincent left to buy overpriced coffee from a kiosk.
Ryan squeezed her hip lightly, before grazing his fingers along the side of her ass. ‘Do you think we might at least discuss our having sex?’
The flight attendant saved Megan from responding, when she said, ‘Sorry, sir, we are not that kind of flight.’
Ryan’s hand left Megan’s hip and she hurried to board the plane. She couldn’t get away from him fast enough. Wanting him was different to knowing he wanted her back and the information was almost too much for her to handle.
Damn you, Ryan, she thought, cursing him in her mind even as her thighs ached for his attentions.
Ryan watched Megan hurry away from him. Giving the flight attendant a sheepish grin, he shrugged as he moved to go after his sexy travelling partner. By the way his erection pressed against his jeans it was a wonder they didn’t try to arrest him for bringing a loaded weapon onboard.
And loaded it was.
‘Don’t worry, sir,’ the woman said knowingly behind him. ‘We will land in Montana soon enough.’
Ryan gave a short laugh. Several times he had thought Megan might kiss him, but each time she had pulled back. Surely, she felt the electricity snapping between them, the potent sexual fire that needed to be quenched before it ignited them both. In greedy male arousal, he had fantasised about covering their bodies with a blanket so she could rub her steady hands up and down his stiff cock. He would be quiet, he knew he could be. No one would have to know. Too bad it wasn’t night-time. Then everyone would be asleep and it could be her head beneath the blanket in place of her hand. Would she do it? Would the law-abiding Megan protest? She hadn’t been averse to public lewdness the other night.
Ryan nearly stumbled as he followed her on to the plane, watching her ass beneath the cotton pants. Mumbling a half-hearted apology to the woman whose foot he tripped over, he hurried to take his seat. He opened the overhead bin, grabbed a blanket and threw it down on to his seat before stowing Megan’s carry-on.
Seeing Megan’s cool steadfast gaze lift from the blanket to look at him, all he managed to say was, ‘The last flight was cold.’
Chapter Five
‘Finally! I can’t believe we’re here.’ Sasha groaned, throwing her purse down on the lodge-house floor. After the seven-and-a-half-hour flight, they’d been forced to drive another hour and a half in a rented SUV to get to the lodge Beatrice had booked. That trip included a brief stop at a grocery store for supplies. It was only a little after three in the afternoon, but it felt like midnight. ‘Now no one wake me until this vacation is over. I just want to sleep forever.’
The large wood cabin consisted of a living room surrounded by beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows – a perfect showcase to a flower-speckled valley leading to the mountainous distance. No signs or fences marred the countryside and, apart from a well-worn path, Megan saw no other signs of human life.
She let her eyes drift over the knotted-pine walls decorated with old black and white miner photographs from the turn of the last century. The ceilings over the living room were high, only to lower over an open kitchen. Dark forest green and deep reds accented the furniture and gave a ‘country’ feel. A large stone fireplace dominated the wall opposite the kitchen.
‘Wow, look at this place!’ Kat instantly ran for the open stairway where, like the rest of the lodge, the steps were made of light wood.
‘It’s nice.’ Vincent, who was stuck carrying in the ladies’ suitcases along with the other two men, appeared less enthusiastic.
‘And you wanted to stop at some crummy hotel, Sasha.’ Kat stood at the top of the stairs where the hall was visible from the first floor. Her sister continued talking, but they couldn’t understand her as she disappeared down the hall, hidden by what appeared to be a wall blocking the rest of the hallway from view.
‘I don’t care where I am, so long as I can sleep,’ Sasha moaned in return. She stumbled her way to the couch, fell over and didn’t move.
‘I call the pink room,’ Kat yelled from above.
‘There should be a bedroom down here. Dad and I will take that,’ Beatrice said, going to open a door next to the kitchen. ‘Found a bathroom if anyone needs it.’
Even as she said it, her mother disappeared inside.
‘I’ll take this room,’ Sasha said, still not moving.
‘Megan, you should take the blue room,’ Kat said. ‘You’re the pre-honeymooners and it has a big hot tub in the bathroom.’
Megan frowned.
‘Don’t worry, darling,’ Kat continued loudly. ‘We got a tub, too.’
‘Uh,’ Sasha groaned. ‘Katarina, shut up! I’m trying to sleep.’
‘Then go upstairs,’ Beatrice scolded, coming out of her chosen bedroom. ‘Megan, you and Ryan take the blue room. Kat and Vincent will take the pink. Sasha, you take whichever is left. You can share with Zoe when she gets here.’
‘Sure, I get the leftovers,’ Sasha pushed up from the couch, pouting.
‘Some things never change.’ Douglas laughed to himself. A large antlered buck caught his attention. ‘Hey, any of you boys ever hunt?’
‘Sorry, sir, the only thing I shoot is pictures,’ Ryan answered.
‘I hunt bugs,’ Vincent offered, taking the stairs two at a time to join his wife.
‘Ah, well, I have three other daughters,’ Douglas said good-naturedly. ‘Perhaps one of them will marry a hunter so he can tell me what I’m supposed to be doing.’
‘Don’t shoot the other hunters,’ Sasha mumbled. She scooped up her purse and grabbed her suitcase, only to march up the stairs. ‘See, I don’t have to find a man to tell you that much.’
‘Thanks for the help, honey.’ Douglas chuckled.
‘I’ll go fishing with you, Dad,’ Megan said.
‘You know how to fish?’ her father asked.
‘Can’t be that hard to do.’ Megan purposefully kept her gaze from Ryan. The news they’d be sharing a room surprised her. She’d somehow convinced herself that her mother would be old-fashioned and demand they sleep in separate bedrooms. Megan knew it had been foolish thinking. Beatrice was hardly the typical mother.
‘I know how to fish,’ Ryan said. ‘My dad took me camping when I was younger.’
‘Great!’ Douglas clapped his hands once. ‘Fishing it is. I feel like a great outdoorsman already.’
‘I’m going to rest.’ Megan yawned, grabbing her bag. ‘Morning came too early.’
‘I’ll get that.’ Ryan took it from her.
Too tired to protest, Megan went up the stairs. Hearing her sister and Vincent giggling, she walked past the first closed door. The second door was cracked, leading to a yellow-wallpapered room. Sasha’s unmoving foot hung over the side of a bed as she rested on top of a white-and-yellow-rose quilt.
The blue room at the end of the hall echoed the rest of the cabin with wood plank walls and wood-based furniture. A blue blanket cascaded over the back of a rocking chair, soft and plush. Megan kicked off her shoes, stretching her toes.
‘Would you like me to run you a bath?’ Ryan asked.
Run her a bath? Megan frowned, eyeing him intently. ‘Listen, Ryan, we really need to talk about what is happening here. First off, you are not my maid. Second, I can take care of my own bath. Third – oh!’
Ryan pulled her arm, jerking her against his chest. Before she could think, he pressed his lips to her throat, moaning softly as he held her tight. The hard length of him pushed against her, but her mind focused on one particular part – the thick arousal near her stomach. Grabbing her ass, he rocked his hips.
‘First, we can play any fantasy game you want. If you want me to serve you, fine. If you want to serve me, perfectly fine.’ He licked her pulse. His voice was soft, as if he was mindful of where they were. ‘Second, I just wanted to get you wet and naked. Third, anything else we need to discuss can be done later when we’re not tired and after we’re no longer horny. Fourth, do we really need to list these things out? I’m about to lose count and all I really want to do at the moment is stick my hard dick into you.’
Megan shivered at his words, liking the confident way he talked about wanting her. Wiggling, she lifted her leg, parting her thighs so that his larger one could find better access to her sex. The caress wasn’t as deep as she would have liked, but the sweet friction of her pussy against the stiff denim of his pants sent pleasurable jolts to her clit. Moisture gathered in her already wet loins and his hands dipped beneath the material of her sweatpants, rubbing along her lace panties.
‘We need to talk about this,’ she said just as quietly, breathing hard. Megan held his arms tight, keeping him from backing away. His thigh retreated and she automatically angled her hips for more.
‘We will.’ He unbuttoned his jeans, quickly unzipping the fly. The sound of it seemed abnormally loud. ‘Later.’
Megan tugged at his shirt, wanting to feel his hot flesh. A night and a day thinking of nothing but kinky sex with Ryan had taken its toll. She couldn’t concentrate, didn’t care to. If she didn’t find some sort of release soon she’d go mad.
Ryan’s hands were just as desperate as hers as he pulled at her T-shirt. Their arms got in the way of each other’s progress and Megan drew back, taking care of her own shirt and giving Ryan time to rid his body of his. A subconscious knowledge that this would happen might have affected her choice of underwear. The sheer black bra trimmed in white lace hugged her breasts while revealing every detail of her round hard nipples to his view. When she pushed her sweatpants from her hips, matching panties were revealed.
A low animal sound reverberated from the back of his throat. His lids fell over his eyes, almost predatory as he stared at her body. He walked her towards the bed, forcing her back with his aggressive presence. Light came in from the window, not hiding a single curve of his muscular form as it contrasted the folds of his chest. A small trail of hair accentuated his defined stomach, leading down to the part in his unzipped jeans where the tip of his erection poked out of his silk boxers.
As her knees hit the bed, it squeaked loudly. Megan flinched and their eyes met in silent understanding. There was no way they could use the bed if just a mild bump caused such a loud noise.
Still standing, she reached for his cock. Hot silk glided against her fingers and she thrust her hand along the ready length, exploring the turgid flesh. Ryan’s lips parted and his chin lifted as a sigh of pleasure escaped him. Knowing he liked it only emboldened her. She gripped tighter, squeezing harder than before.
‘Tell me you brought condoms with you,’ Megan demanded.
‘Yes. I even brought a note from my doctor that says I have a clean bill of health.’ Ryan gave a short laugh, even as he continued to rock against her hand. His body jerked once, trembling over the entire length. He reached for her hand, pulling his waistband away from his stomach to free his cock, only to wrap her fingers over flesh instead of silk. ‘Ah, your hands are so strong. I like it when you touch me.’
‘Condom,’ she repeated, aching to feel the sweet pressure of him inside her, stretching her like before.
He glanced around, before moaning softly. ‘Downstairs in my bag. I’ll go get it in a second, I just want to feel your hands first.’
Ryan pushed his pants off his hips, taking the boxers down with them to give her better access. His eyes closed in ecstasy and he bit his lip, sucking the fullness of it between his teeth. Eagerly, she dipped her hand lower, stroking the hard length. He wrapped his fingers around hers and forced her hand lower still, gripping his fist around her so she squeezed him tighter like before.
‘It would feel better –’ his eyes opened and he looked meaningfully at her mouth ‘– wet.’
Without giving her time to react, he lightly pushed her shoulder. Megan found herself on her knees. Sucking him off wasn’t exactly what she had in mind. Her pussy ached for stimulation. She opened her mouth, trying to form the words, but Ryan already had the tip of his erection angled towards her face. He rubbed himself along her lips, stopping anything she might say. His bold demands excited her and she automatically obeyed by wrapping his cock in the wet heat of her mouth. There was something exciting about a man who could show what he wanted without embarrassment. She looked up at him, seeing the plains of his chest, his small nipples, the stubbled line of his jaw.