Page 18 of For Puck’s Sake (Seattle Vipers #2)

SEVENTEEN

RIDLEY

“ I don’t think you need these anymore,” I say as I grab the waistband of her panties and tug until I hear the satisfying rip of fabric.

“Damn it, Ridley,” Brea protests with a hiss, lifting her ass, she pulls the torn panties from between her legs and holds them up with a shake of her head.

I take the panties from her hands and toss them over my shoulders, making a mental note to find them later. Can’t have Tor and Alexis coming here months from now to find my Angel’s panties underneath the sofa.

“What?” I ask innocently, kissing her cheek. “Panties are overrated.” I shrug as I stand with her in my arms and walk through the house until we reach the door of the bedroom.

“And you wonder why I never wore underwear when we were home. You and your panty ripping kink is costly.” She smirks.

“Were they important panties, Luna?” I ask, wanting nothing more than to kiss the sass from her lips, turning our bodies until I pin her to the wall of the bedroom. She shakes her head no, bringing a smile to my face.

“You’re such a menace, Ridley Masters.” Cupping my face between her hands, Brea kisses me, not giving me a chance to respond. The kiss is soft and sweet, exploratory. I swallow every delightful sound she makes. My dick aches, straining for freedom, precum drips from my tip making my jeans messier but I ignore the throb—I can’t stop kissing these lips. I will never get tired of kissing Brea Brookes.

“You’re just the way I like you, Angel. Dripping, bare, and so eager to take my dick you’re grinding your pussy against my stomach.” I take her lips again in a bruising kiss, urgent, needy, punishing her mouth with my teeth and soothing away my bites with my tongue.

“Ridley!” she shouts in between breathes.

“I know baby, I’m going to take care of you.” I kiss her once more before letting her slide down my body. Brea sways on her feet but I steady her with one hand on her hip, pressing her back until she is standing against the wall. Taking the hem of her dress with the other hand, I pull it over her head and toss it to the floor.

“Ridley please, baby. I need you,” Brea begs, thighs rubbing together seeking friction. Her lips are swollen, inner thighs glisten with her sweet arousal, eyes glossy, pupils lust-blown. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

Dropping to my knees, I unzip her ankle boots and help her out of them. “You are absolutely stunning like this, Angel. You’ve undone me, baby, and I haven’t even pulled my dick out. Now, spread those thighs and let me worship my moon,” I command as I inch closer on my knees.

I lift her right leg, rest it over my shoulder and lick my way up her thigh, my mouth waters with the need to taste the tantalizing sweet nectar only her pussy can make. “God, I miss this. You taste like heaven, Angel,” I say, groaning like a starved man as soon as her nectar touches my tongue. I continue my way up as she moans her approval, parting her lips with the tip of my tongue as she squirms against the wall. I pause, rubbing my nose over her clit making her hips buck into my face.

“Don’t tease me, Ridley. Please!” Brea begs as her other leg shakes with the need to cum.

“You don’t have to beg me to devour this pussy, Luna. It will be my pleasure,” I say as I graze her clit with my teeth, making her scream in surprise. Soothing away the bite, I lick languidly from her clit to her entrance, plunging deep, fucking her with my tongue until she’s thrashing against me.

“Fuck!” she shouts as I move back to her clit, replacing my tongue with two fingers. Brea moans incoherently above me. I love the beautiful sounds she makes just for me. She might be the musician, but when it comes to the pleasure I orchestrate from her body, I am the maestro. Flicking and circling her clit, she cries out loud as I insert a third finger inside of her.

“You going to cum for me, Angel. Sing my praises?” I ask, looking up at my mess of a woman, she sags against the wall, locs draped over her shoulders in disarray, nipples begging for my attention, chest heaving, pussy wet, and her juices dripping down my face.

“Yes! Ridley! Yes, I’m gonna cum!” she shouts as I crook my fingers inside of her and hit her G-spot, tapping out my own rhythm until she squirts all over my face, crying out her pleasure.

“Oh God! Oh God! Fuck!” she chants, eyes widening as she looks at her release on my face, she continues to cum, riding my face through her release. I lick her clean, not wanting to waste a drop of my girl, until she’s pushing my head away. She slumps forward and I catch her, throwing her over my shoulder.

“Oh, Angel, we’ve only just begun,” I say to her as I stand, rubbing her ass tenderly as I carry her to the bed.

Brea chuckles. “Like you would let me sleep.” She swats my denim-clad ass. “Now strip. You’re wearing too many clothes.”

Laying her in the middle of the bed, I make quick work of losing my clothes. I let my eyes roam over her once more, silky brown skin, gorgeous, perfect in every way, and mine, mine once more.

“Absolutely perfect, my Angel,” I whisper as Brea reaches for me, spreading her thighs wide, giving me room to settle on top of her. Climbing up her body, I leave soft open mouth kisses on every inch of her smooth brown skin. Tonight, I worship her reverently, pouring my love and devotion with every brush of my lips. Brea shivers underneath, body arching off the mattress as I wrap my mouth around her nipple, pulling deeply.

“Ridley,” she pants. “Baby, it feels so good.”

“You taste good, Luna. I can never get enough,” I croon as I take the other nipple into my mouth, giving it the same attention. Brea writhes and bucks, hands fisting the sheets. I tease her until she is a puddle of want and need—right where I want her.

“Stop teasing me, Ridley! Fuck! Me! Now!” she demands breathlessly, punching her tiny fist into the mattress, making me chuckle as I sit up to take her boneless body with me. Sitting on my heels I position her over my painfully hard cock and pause. The last thing I want is to ruin this moment, but this is a conversation we need to have. Just like us to do this out of order.

Brea catches on to my reluctance, looks me in the eyes and shakes her head. “Never without a condom, and I haven’t been with him for months. I’m clean.” She looks away, swallowing hard, but I don’t let her hide from me. I tip her chin up to look at me and tsk.

“You don’t need to feel ashamed to tell me that, Angel. Do I hate you were with someone else? Of course. But it’s only because we got to a place where we were no longer seeking each other, and that kills me. Plus, it would make me the biggest hypocrite in the fucking world. I haven’t been with anyone in months, and I never slept with anyone without protection. I’m clean, Angel. I bow my head, then glance back up into her patiently waiting brown eyes. “It’s me who should be ashamed,” I say as I try my darndest not to hide from her in turn.

She brings her hand up to my face and I lean into her touch. “I left you, though,” she says softly. “I can’t judge you for those women,” she says with a sigh. “In my heart, I knew who you belonged to even when my brain tried to convince me otherwise.” Brea plants a gentle kiss on my lips. “You, Ridley Masters, are mine.” she says as she sinks down on my length, taking me inside her inch by glorious inch.

We both groan in relief. Pleasure radiates through my being at the familiar feel of her warmth around me. Shuddering, I wrap my arms around her waist as she holds on to my neck, our lips mere inches apart as we breathe each other’s air. This feeling, us joined together like this after all this time. The feeling of completion. Of coming home. It unravels me, bringing joyous tears to my eyes that spill over unchecked. I will never let her go again.

“I love you, Ridley,” Brea says as she begins to roll her hips, taking me deeper. “Oh God, I love you so much,” she cries, picking up her pace to make me match her pace as I thrust up into her slick wet heat.

“I love you, Angel, my Luna. Oh Fuck!” I say as I shift us again, keeping our bodies connected as Brea’s back hits the mattress. Lifting her legs over my shoulders I let myself go, pounding into her relentlessly, the sounds of her pleasure echo around the room in a beautiful cacophony of melodies only my Angel can produce.

“Ridley! Oh Baby, I’m going to cum! Please! Please!” she shouts as I drop her legs and lay myself over her body, slowing my pace as I take her lips in a searing, soul shattering kiss.

“You’re mine, aren’t you, Angel,” I say between kisses, grinding into her clit as she begins to shake underneath me. “Tell me, Luna,” I say as I bite down gently on her collar bone, soothing the sting with my tongue.

Brea’s pussy clenches around my dick so hard I see stars dance behind my eyes as she screams, “Yes, I’m yours, baby. All yours. Only yours.” As she falls apart around me, tears streaming down her cheeks, and I come undone from the sight.

I groan as I cum, spilling my release inside her. “I’m yours, Angel. All yours. Only yours.” I pant, kissing away her tears as she wipes away my own.

Rolling off her slowly, I gather Brea into my arms until her body is draped over mine. Sweat-slick skin to sweat-slick skin, I allow myself to breath for the first time in a long time. Kissing my chest, Brea wraps herself tightly around me and everything feels right. It’s as if nothing has happened between us at all, it’s just us.

We lay that way until the urge to be inside her again becomes an incessant need. We make love to each other, reclaiming each other’s bodies repeatedly until the sun comes up and we finally close our eyes, sated, renewed.

Yawning, I stretch my arms out in search of Brea and come up empty. For a brief moment I panic. Did I dream it all? Did I go to bed alone? My heartbeat picks up and I have to tell myself to calm the fuck down when my hand meets the warmth of the sheets beneath my palm. I blow out the breath I didn’t realize I am holding and pull my arm away.

“She didn’t leave, pull yourself together,” I whisper to myself in relief. I guess I’m still not over past trauma either. Will I always wake up in search of her with fear that she’s left me in the night?

Draping my arm over my eyes to shield them from the bright sun, I recall the night before with a smile on my face. Physically, Brea and I are two halves of a whole, bodies fitting perfectly together, she is made for me. It’s easy to get lost for hours giving her pleasure and she matches my insatiable need completely. Our bodies have no hangs ups, automatically gravitating toward the other, no matter the distance between us. We’ve just been fighting the pull by sheer force of will. How I managed to stay away as long as I did was nothing short of stubborn stupidity. But would she have been ready to accept this, us, if I had come to her sooner? I sigh. Probably not, no, everything is happening for a reason, the stars, as they say, have aligned for us.

With that thought, I kick the sheets off my naked body and pad through to the bathroom. My mission is singular, find my Angel. I take care of my personal hygiene quickly, stopping only to look in the mirror as I brush my teeth. I feel as if a weight has been lifted. My eyes shine with genuine contentment, no forced smiles or fake platitudes, I’m me. Damn, it is good to feel like myself after years of pretending I’m someone else.

Grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants, I decide a shirt is unnecessary. The fewer clothes to strip out of, the better. Presumptuous? Why yes, yes, I am. My dick is twitching from just the thought of what I will find when I locate Brea. I’m about to cross the threshold of the bedroom when my phone chimes on the bedside table. Jogging over, I snatch up my phone and make my way out of the room.

Tor: You owe me new furniture yet?

I scoff at his assumption and roll my eyes. My best friend has jokes. Although, I remind myself again to find Brea’s discarded panties.

Me: I don’t kiss and tell, bestie.

Tor: (smiley face emoji) That’s my boy. No, really, I am happy for you two.

Me: Coming home soon?

Tor: In a week. The camp ends in three weeks. I’ve decided to come up when we get back. I’m bringing Alexis up with me. Just in time for the Lark Bay Summer Festival. Might as well get my funnel cake on before preseason starts.

Me: Haven’t you eaten your weight in croissants yet?

Tor: I have, and I have eaten my weight in Alexis to counteract the effects.

Me: (gag emoji) Oh come on, Tor. TMI, Damn it. TMI.

Tor: (smiley face emoji) Gotta keep the wifey happy.

Me: Again, I didn’t need to know that.

Tor: Oh, so you’re telling me you didn’t spend your night between . . .(winky face emoji)

Me: Bye, Tor.

Tor: Oh come, Rid. I’ve waited years for this type of banter. We are those type of besties now.

Me: What type?

Tor: The type that makes jokes and jabs about our significant others loaded with sexual innuendo.

Me: Nope.

Tor: Nope? Maybe one day.

Me: Still, no. I mean, who are you and what did you do with Tor Bailey? It’s like the Twilight Zone or Invasion of the Body Snatchers.

Tor: Happiness looks good on me, what can I say? Oh yeah, don’t worry, I’m not throwing you out of my house. We will stay in my master suite on the opposite side of the lake house, so we won’t get in your way. Looking forward to seeing you. The wifey says hello. And Ridley?

Me: Yes, Tor.

Tor: Don’t fuck it up before I get there. I really want to see you happy again.

Me: Bye, Tor.

I smile as I slide my phone into my pocket. The reminder of our summer coming to an end makes my stomach churn. I’ve talked a good game to myself these past few days. I’m convinced that no matter what, we will be okay. I have to believe that no matter the distance, our pull for each other will be too strong to keep us apart forever. Tours and hockey be damned.

The sound of chords being played and the sweet melodic notes of Brea’s voice carry me to her as I round the corner and pause. She sits, cross legged with her back to me, sunlight shines down from the back windows bathing her in a golden glow. Her hair is piled high on top of her head, bare legs peeking out from underneath my shirt. Her head is tilted slightly, as she hums, listens, strums a cord, and hums again.

“Because I do. I do . . . Oh,” she sings drawing out the last note as she fingers a few chords again. I stand, caught in a memory of the past and a vision of my future all at once. Nothing is more beautiful to me than Brea creating, lost in her own world, nothing but her, the notes and lyrics. She can stay this way for hours, uninterrupted until the song is finished.

“I’ll give anything, baby . . . Oh. Because with you, I’m made whole,” she sings the lyrics, head tilted back, swaying to her own beat as I watch her. I watch her for what feels like hours, even though it is only a couple of minutes. Until she pauses, the last chords hang heavy in the air then she places Bessie down beside her.

“I’m about to sound crazy, so don’t judge me. But I can feel your smile from here,” she says, glancing over her shoulder at me.

No longer able to resist myself, hands in my pockets, I cross the living room to be closer to her. Reaching down, I hold out my hand and Brea takes it, interlacing our fingers and allowing me to pull her up. Who knew a simple touch can ease the soul so completely.

“It doesn’t sound crazy at all, Luna. My happiness with you, for you, is its own entity. I want you to feel it when you’re close to me or in a crowded room. I want it to manifest and grow until there’s no room for any other emotions. Besides love, of course. Love, my love, is endless, boundless, circumventing all else for you,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist, her back to my front. We stand like this, watching the world go by. There are a few people in their boats on the lake. While others lay out on their massive lawns in deck chairs across the water. It’s the height of summer here in Lark Bay. The sun is high without a cloud in the deep blue sky. The view of the mountains is so clear, it’s as if you could reach out and touch the peak. The sight is breathtaking, spectacular and awe inspiring.

“It’s a beautiful day, made better because I have you here with me to witness it.” Kissing her temple, I hold Brea closer. It’s moments like this I thought I would never have again. But here we are, and I will do my best never to take it or her for granted.

“I never appreciated the beauty of this place until I got to see it through your eyes. To me, it was just home, the small town I grew up in. All the picturesque things are overlooked because it just is. You get used to it and you don’t stop to take it all in until someone stops and makes you acknowledge the majesty,” she muses. Tipping her head she brushes a kiss to my jaw and sighs. Blissful. Content. Settled.

Following the long lines of her exposed neck, I plant quick kisses all the way up to her earlobe. Brea squirms as I nuzzle closer. I can smell our combined scents, vanilla and the masculine spice of my cologne, it’s a heady cocktail, and my dick comes alive. Mine . Yep, that’s the primal, hindbrain taking over, wanting nothing more than to mark and claim her.

I bend down and scoop her up in my arms bridal style. Brea squeaks in surprise, wrapping her arms around my neck. Turning I bury my face in her neck and take a deep inhalation of breath. “Mhmm, you smell good. I love my scent on you, Angel,” I mumble as I lick up the side of her neck.

She laughs, and its pure joy. “Eww, Ridley. You’re such a caveman. I need a shower!” she exclaims as I carry her back towards the bedroom.

“Nope. Right now, Miss Brookes.” I hug her closer, pecking her lips. “I’m going to slip inside you once more, make you scream my name. Okay, maybe more than once.” I pause and she covers her mouth with her hand to stop herself from laughing at my terrible attempt at acting contemplative. I mean, I even stick my tongue out to really sell how hard I’m thinking.

Brea’s head falls back, and she releases a belly laugh. “You’re ridiculous,” she says with a swat to my arm.

I give her a bewildered look. “What? I need to think very carefully about what I want from this body. This is serious.” I pout. Brea purses her lips at my antics.

“Fine,” I acquiesce. “Fuck you, bathe you, and feed you. Then, I’ll give your delicious ass a pat and send you off for the night. In that exact order.”

“I have no complaints. I approve of this plan,” Brea says in amusement as I dump her unceremoniously on the bed.

“I wish we could stay like this forever. You and me, no outside noise, no distractions, just us,” she says, sobering the moment. The weight of our future, the reality of truly being apart for months, shows its ugly head. I want to tell her I can make her wish come true. Tell her that we can have this type of life, but it would be a lie, and I’ve never lied to her. I won’t start now.

She watches me as I take my phone out of my pocket and place it on the bedside table. I remove my joggers, standing before her naked, vulnerable . . . symbolic. Placing my knee down on the bed, I crawl up her body as she removes my t-shirt and tosses it to the floor. I hover over her on my elbow and cradle her head in my hands.

“Angel, you have me for the rest of the day. I have no plans, other than my plans for you. It might not be your exact wish, but we can steal this time together at least,” I say as she reaches her hand up and cups the side of my face. Turning my head, I place a soft kiss inside her palm. “I love you, Brea.”

She gives me a small smile as she snakes her hand around the nape of my neck and pulls my lips down to hers. “I love you more, Ridley.”

We kiss, unhurried, making new memories together, fulfilling her wish and a little of my own. A wish for us to last, be together and for time to slow down.