CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Ryan
With the pleading looking in Steph’s eyes and him between her legs as she pleasured herself he lost all self-control. The woman was beyond sexy. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman. All thoughts centered on taking her, every inch of her around him pulsing in need. His cock throbbed between his legs as he imagined her writhing and moaning under him. Reason fled as the need to possess her overtook him.
He surged forward and grabbed her hand with his and pulled it above her head, and used the other to guide himself to her sweet entrance. A throaty gasp escaped his lips as first the head then the rest of his cock slid into her wet heat. He leaned forward and took her mouth in a raging kiss, tongues tangling, breathing hard and moaning.
She bucked against his hips asking for more and he let go of her hand and held his body up by his two arms and thrust into her. She moved her hips in time with his meeting him thrust for thrust and the intensity of their mating mounted. Her core clenched around him as he pulled back and received him eagerly when he pushed forward. As Ryan melded with Steph his balls tightened and pulsed with the rush that signaled his oncoming orgasm.
Her mouth opened as her body slammed hard against his urging him to spill his seed within her. Ryan trembled in holding back. He wanted to make sure she had her pleasure first.
“Come on, baby,” he gasped. “Come for me.”
He jammed into her again and again, fighting for control, yearning to lose himself in this woman not just now, but for all time.
“Ryan,” she cried as she pulsed around him, calling him to let go.
He did. The force of his explosion ripped all thought from his mind and he flew into a place where there was no space and time. He felt connected to all that there was but especially to Steph who burned like a shining beacon in his mind. Her intelligence, her courage, her strength of spirit wrapped around his as if they were one person. At the moment, he understood what it meant to love. He and she were part of each other, and there could be no separation between them ever again.
Slowly his vision cleared and he smiled at the woman below him. He bent and kissed her gently.
“Wow,” she said.
“Yeah, wow,” he affirmed.
“I mean. That was so intense. I saw stars.”
“I hope so,” he said with a grin.
“But—” and she stopped as if the words caught in her throat.
“But what?”
“Is that some freaky dragon magic? I mean the last thing I wanted, er expected was that we’d have sex in the middle of a Scottish field without caring who could watch us. I mean I couldn’t stop myself.”
“I’m no expert in this, but I think that’s what happens when two people love each other.”
“Love?”
Instantly he grew concerned. With the connection they shared he was sure she felt the same way. Did she or was that an illusion born of his lust for her? No. Though he desired her, he wanted so much more than sex. He wanted everything with her, being with her, conquering the world together if that is what it took. Ryan wanted no other woman by his side. Ever.
“I love you, Steph. And my dragon’s heart tells me I’ll love you forever.”
“Then heaven help us, Ryan. I love you too.”
He let go a breath he didn’t realize he held.
“Good,” he grinned. He stood and offered his hand to hers. “I suppose we should get to my castle.”
“Castle,” she snorted. “A dragon and a castle. Can we be any more cliché?”
“Nope. Especially when the dragon has a damsel in distress.”
She hit his arm playfully. “I’m no damsel. And my only distress is that I’ll never remove the grass stains out of this skirt and I’m going to be walking funny for a couple days.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Are you?”
“And don’t be proud of yourself for that either.”
“Okay,” he smiled. “I’ll keep my gloating to myself.”
“You damn well better.”
“Well, let’s get going.”
“Wait. You can’t walk to the castle like that.”
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Here,” she said. And she reached under her skirt and pulled out a silky sheath and held it up to him.
“What is this?”
“My slip. My mom is an old-fashioned gal. Insisted that I wear a slip. It’s a habit now. Thank goodness my mother had a couple. At least it will cover the essentials.”
Ryan took the garment with doubt in his eyes but stepped into it. Steph helped to settle it on his hips. It was a tight fit and the sheer silk left nothing to the imagination. He looked down at himself.
“This is ridiculous.”
“They wear kilts here in Scotland. Call it a French kilt and leave it at that.”
“A French kilt? Is there even such a thing?”
“Nope. But wear it with pride and people won’t question you.”
“I don’t know how much pride or dignity I can have wearing what amounts to a silk skirt.”
“You’re a tough dragon. You can take it.”
Steph picked up her stilettos that slipped from her feet during their lovemaking and they walked to the castle. Actually, it was a stout turret with a large building built at behind it. The slip had a curious effect and rubbed his cock sensuously as he walked arousing him again.
“Gee. Put that thing away,” complained Steph.
“Can I help it if my cock likes silk?
“Here,” she said pulling off her sweater. “Hold this in front of you.”
“How about if I wear it?”
“Your shoulders are too broad. It won’t fit.”
“What about this?” He draped it over his hip and knotted it the side. “See? French kilt.”
“Your fashion sense needs work.”
“Hey, I’m only working with what I got.”
“You got a lot to work with,” she said with a sly smile.
“Thanks,” said Ryan.
“Just don’t go gloating about that either.”
“Nice to know you don’t have any complaints.”
“Except for that walking funny thing.”
“You seem to be walking just fine. In fact-” Ryan made a show of checking out her backside, “you are walking mighty fine.”
They stepped through an arch that was part of a wall surrounding the turret. They entered into a paved courtyard. The curved outer wall merged with the front of the house on either side. There was a large double door in the middle of the facade of the building and two large picture windows on either side.
“Ouch,” said Steph as she stepped on a rock.
“Can’t have that,” said Ryan and he lifted her into his arms.
“Now wait. I can put my shoes on.”
“Nope, we are right here.” Ryan took a few long strides and deposited Steph on the lowest of the stone steps that led to wide double door. He took the rest of the steps and rang the doorbell.
They waited for long minutes until the sound of lock was heard in the door. It opened to reveal a short and portly, balding man.
“Mr. Kaur,” said the shocked man in a snooty English accent.
“Simmons. Good to see you. And this is my fiancé, Stephanie Brooks.”
“Ms. Brooks,” said the man neutrally. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” said Steph as she put her shoes on her feet.
“Have you had some trouble, sir?”
“Why?” said Ryan.
“Your clothes.”
“Oh. That. French kilt. Lost my shirt when I took it off to get some sun.”
Simmons gave him an incredulous look.
“At night, sir?”
Ryan looked up at the starry sky. “Well, at least I won’t get a sunburn.”
“And where is your car, sir? Did it break down?”
“No. We took an Uber. We asked the driver to let us off down the road so we could stretch our legs. Long flight.”
“Yes,” affirmed Steph, “long flight.”
“An Uber in this part of Scotland?” asked Simmons with doubt on his face.
“Simmons, are you in the habit of questioning your employer?”
“No, sir. It’s just that we had no word.”
“Then let us in, get the maids to draw us a bath in the large tub, and get us some food. I’m famished. What about you, Steph?”
“I could eat.”
“There, the lady is hungry, too. Are my and my mother’s rooms ready?”
“As always, sir.”
“Good. Steph, darling.” He held out his hand she took it. They stepped into an atrium where the walls were paneled wood. Ryan led her up a staircase of polished wood and down a hall to the second floor. When they got out of earshot of the majordomo she punched his arm.
“Hey,” he protested.
She glared at him. “When did I become your fiancé?”
“Um,” said Ryan. He wasn’t thinking when he said it but it sounded like a good idea.
“Um is not an answer.”
“You don’t want to be my fiancé?”
“I didn’t say that. But a girl likes to be asked.”
“Does she now?”
She grunted in frustration. “What am I going to do with you, Ryan Kaur?”
He knelt on one knee and looked up into her eyes. “Steph Brooks, will you take a bath with me?”
She smacked him in the arm.