Chapter Fifteen

Roberta felt pinned, when she tried to move, something held her down. Opening one eye, she saw Ric’s face next to hers. She knew where she was, she was in a small cabin somewhere along the coast of Oregon, she was also being smothered by a very large, very heavy man.

 

“Would you get off me?” she groaned. His legs had her pinned, and his arm was thrown over her chest making it hard for her to breath.

 

When she tried to push him off, he snuggled in deeper, putting his nose into her neck. She laughed and shoved harder. He was a solid wall, then she noticed the smile on his face. “You think this is funny?” She rolled and ended up sitting on him, pinning him down as she smiled down at him.

 

He laughed, “Okay, okay, I give up.” He chuckled as she pinned his arms. Bending down to hold her face inches from his, she decided to enjoy herself.

 

She hadn’t expected the slam of desire that spread through her quickly. His mouth was warm and welcoming and she took his bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled then sucked until he moaned. Then she was being tossed around until their positions were reversed. Her breath was coming faster and she could see desire in his blue eyes, deepening the color.

 

“Ric,” she whispered as he claimed her mouth.

 

“You’re so soft,” he said running kisses down her jaw to feast on her neck just below her ear. She felt like her eyes were crossing. His mouth was spreading heat throughout her body. She arched up into his hands which had been running down the side of her, then he reached just under her shirt and she moaned when she felt his fingers play across her sensitive skin.

 

She pulled his shirt up and off and enjoyed the look of him as he hovered above her. She saw the two scars, the one on his shoulder was larger than the one on his side. He smiled as she ran her fingers over his tight chest. “Mmm,” she licked her lips and had him claiming her mouth again.

 

His hand continued on an upward motion until finally she could feel it pulling down her silky bra. Then he was rolling her nipple between his fingers and she bucked underneath him.

 

“Please,” she said against his mouth.

 

“God, I want you,” he leaned down and pulling up her shirt, exposed her skin to his view. Then, he was taking her breast into his mouth and he sucked lightly causing little bumps to rise on her skin and a moan to escape her lips.

 

She ran her hands over his arms and back and fisted a hand in his hair and just held on. He ran his hand over her stomach, lightly tracing circles slowly as he feasted on her. Then he was following his downward path with his mouth. He ran his hand over her slacks, tugging them down and lightly touching the silk that covered her below. She moaned upon the feather light contact.

 

“Beautiful,” he said as he bent over her. “So soft,” he ran kisses down the insides of her thighs. Running his hands over her hips, over her ribs. He was touching her everywhere, except the one place she needed. Then, when she felt she couldn’t wait any longer, he touched her lightly through her silky underwear and she almost came right then.

 

She was wet and hot waiting for his touch. Finally, when he did pull the silk aside, exposing her to him, she almost bucked off the bed.

 

He tugged her slacks further down her legs and pushed the small silky underwear down her legs all the way. His fingers played with her, causing her to let out a moan and close her eyes. His touch was so light, so warm, she didn’t think she could take much more.

 

Then, his mouth was on her and her hands went to his head, holding him where she wanted him. His fingers roamed her legs and hips gently. She enjoyed the feel of his calloused hands running over her skin. Closing her eyes on a moan, she felt him slip a finger into her and almost came off the bed.

 

She didn’t know how much she could take, “Ric,”

 

“Shh, just let go,” he whispered.

 

She did and screamed when the lights exploded behind her eyes, convulsing into his mouth. She knew she couldn’t have control herself if she had tried.

 

Ric had never seen anything more beautiful than Roberta in the throws of ecstasy. Her face was flushed, her long dark hair was a jumbled mess spread out on the crisp white sheets. He could have sworn her skin glowed afterwords. He laid there and held onto her until he could feel her breathing level.

 

“Mmm, thank you.” She said against his bare chest.

 

He chuckled, “No, thank you,” Just then he heard her stomach let out a loud growl and laughed.

 

“I guess we’d better go see what there is in the kitchen.”

 

She looked at him with concern. “Didn’t you… Don’t you…” Was she actually blushing?

 

“Later, we have time. I think we both need some food and maybe a shower.” He kissed her nose. “Why don’t you jump in the shower while I try to find something decent to eat?”

 

Twenty minutes later, he sat on the front deck watching the sea gulls. There was a light breeze coming from the water and he enjoyed the sights and sounds of the evening. It was about an hour from sun set, but even now the sky was filled with wonderful hues.

 

He looked up and watched Rob walk out the opened front door. Her long hair was wet, and he liked the way it curled lightly around her face. She wore a tan pair of shorts with a blue top and light brown jacket over it. Her feet were bare, she looked like she belonged on the beach.

 

“I whipped up some scrambled eggs and toast. If we want anything more elaborate, we’ll need to make a list for Megan.” She sat next to him on the bench.

 

“It looks wonderful,” she smiled over at him. He could see the concentration on her face.

 

“I need to deal with…”

 

“Tomorrow,” he said and took a bite of his toast.

 

“But,” she started to say. He just looked up at her.

 

“We can deal with all that tomorrow. This is Pride not Portland. Everything moves slower around here, you’ll see. Besides, it’s almost eight, and I doubt you’d get the local Sheriff on the phone. He’s probably home watching a ball game by now.”

 

They sat on the deck and ate their toast with eggs while watching the sun sink lower over the Pacific Ocean.

 

Heading to the shower himself, he left Roberta to enjoy the sunset. He’d been lucky to have his bag in the trunk of his car. He had an extra suit, something he wouldn’t need in the next few weeks that they were going to be in Pride. He was happy to discover a razor and his extra gym clothes. There had been an older pair of jeans and three extra shirts. Still, he supposed it could have been worse. He thought of when Allison’s house had burned down almost two years ago and remembered that she’d lost everything.

 

It wasn’t like he was homeless, like she had been. After all, he still had his three thousand square foot apartment in Los Angeles.

 

He appreciated Megan and Todd helping them out. Since he’d first met her, he had nothing but the highest respect for the pair of them and the small town he’d frequently visited.

 

Actually, he’d enjoyed his time here so much, he had at one point thought about buying a place to spend his down time at. Maybe some place over looking the beach, like Allison and Iian’s house did.

 

Allison had been his greatest discovery. The fact that Megan had actually discovered Allison’s wonderful artistic talent, didn’t stop him from claiming her as his discovery. He gave Megan props for finding her, but it was thanks to his talent and hard work that she was now one of the most known names in the art world. Ally was not only a great artist, she was his friend. When she’d lived above his studio a few years back, they’d become close friends. He loved and respected her as a person and an artist. Something he never thought he’d be able to say about an artist working with him. Most of the time they were moody, self absorbed snobs that thought they were better than they actually were.

 

Then he thought about Sandi, the young artist that he was trying to sign, and wondered if the girl was alright. He didn’t like leaving when everything was still up in the air with her. He didn’t even know where she was or if she was safe.

 

Allison had helped him realize not every artist was created equal. He looked forward to seeing her and Iian’s new son, Conner, again. He’d visited last summer when she’d given birth. The small bundle had reminded him so much of Iian, he’d sworn they’d just cloned him. He laughed now remembering how proud the man had been.

 

Since that day, he’d been wondering about kids himself. He hadn’t planned on a family, to be honest, he’d gone through the last ten years avoiding any deep relationships.

 

After all, his parents weren’t the best role models. Now, with the news of his mother’s infidelity, he wondered if he could ever try to maintain a stable relationship with anyone.

 

Then, he remembered the glow of Roberta under him and ached for her.

 

“What the hell do you mean he’s dead?” He heard her saying as he walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. She looked over at him and he thought he saw a flash of desire cross her eyes.

 

“Fine, I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Yeah, okay, give me the details then.” She pushed the button hard on the untraceable cell phone they were to use.

 

“Who’s dead?”

 

“Robbie Bender,” she tossed the phone down on the couch and started to pace the floor. “apparently, he was stabbed twenty times in his cell.” She turned and looked at him. “What the hell is going on? Who have you pissed off?” She approached him and pointed a finger in his chest. “Is there something you’re not telling me?”

 

He just looked at her, questioning this himself.

 

“I mean,” she turned and started to pace again. “This someone has either power or a lot of money. First, Kenny Sorvillo ends up floating down the Columbia, then they hire Ricky Scoles to grab me. Why? Why me?” She shook her head, “Now, Robbie Bender ends up with a shiv sticking out of his back.” She continued to pace and stare off into space.

 

Deciding she needed to wind down, he stepped in front of her.

 

“Put it away for now,” he pulled her close. Her hair was still damp from her shower. He could smell her sweet scent and wanted to taste her again.

 

“You’re still wet,” she pulled back, looking up into his eyes and he watched as she licked her lips as her eyes ran over him.

 

Then she was shoving him back against the wall and her mouth was on his. She moved like the wind, fast and dangerous. She tasted like warm summer nights with a hint of exotic flowers and filled his senses completely. He reversed their positions and held her against the wall, running his hands up and down her body. Her shorts were tight and he enjoyed playing his hands over her tight rear end as he deepened the kiss.

 

She too ran her hands over him and he loved feeling her fingers run up and down his bare back and arms.

 

Pushing her up, she wrapped her other leg around his hip as he held her against the wall. He enjoyed the moans that escaped her lips. Walking them backwards a few steps to their room, he managed to turn their bodies and land on his back as they fell onto the bed. He ran his hands lower and quickly unsnapped her shorts, pulling them down and off in a fluid motion.

 

Then he rolled and reversed the position, losing his towel in the process. Now they were both naked and the skin-on-skin sensation was almost overwhelming. She was softer than he could have ever imagined. Her shorter frame was just right, her curves did nothing but cause him pleasure. Running his mouth down her long neck, he enjoyed the feel of her wrapping her legs around his hips so their cores touched.

 

“Let me,” he started to pull back, reaching over, he removed a condom from the night stand. He’d come prepared and was thankful.

 

Coming back down to her, she arched upwards, “Now – please…” She moved until he was poised at her entrance. “I need you now, Ric.” She wrapped a leg around his calf.

 

Looking down into her face as he entered her slowly, he saw her eyes cloud over. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and she was holding onto him tightly. He moved slowly at first, building the anticipation, then he’d lost track and lost himself in the feel of her. She was tight, warm, and wrapped around him perfectly. He tried everything to hold out, hold on until he heard her and felt her convulse around him. Then, he moved quicker, taking his pleasure. Harder and faster until he convulsed inside, then collapsed on top of her.

 

“I meant to go slower,” he chuckled into her hair a few minutes later.

 

“Why? I wouldn’t have changed a thing.” She was playing her hand over his back. “I really like your butt. I mean, most men have okay asses, but yours,” she ran her hand over him and squeezed a little. “I mean, how did you get such a fine backside?”

 

He pulled back and looked down at her with a grin. Her face was flushed, her hair was fanned out on the pillow, and her lips were swollen from his kisses. He could feel himself hardening inside her again. He could just imagine spending the next few weeks in this bed, with her.

 

She moved her hips and he closed his eyes on a moan. “You like that?” She whispered, “How about this?” She twisted a little and he swore his eyes crossed.

 

“Roberta,” he leaned down and kissed her mouth again, showing her the hunger that was in him.

 

The way he was holding himself above her, she had to do something quickly to get him moving. The fire he’d started had yet to be extinguished completely. Bending down, she rubbed her tongue over his flat nipple, and ran kisses along his collar bone. His chest was wide and covered in a light dusting of blond hair. His pecks were just as marvelous as his butt. His arms were strong and his lean muscles called to be licked. Pushing on his left shoulder, she forced him to reverse their positions.

 

Giving his body her full attention, she ran her hand and mouth over the length of his upper torso. Slowing only when he moaned did she give better attention to the areas she knew he enjoyed. She’d never seen a six pack on a man before. Sure, she’d been with other men over the years. She wasn’t one to deny her sexual desires. But, none of them had looked like Ric. Tall, lean, tan, and full of muscles. His thighs were spread wide as she sat between them, playing her hands up and down his lightly hairy legs.

 

“You must run a lot,” she said nibbling on his thigh causing him to moan again.

 

“I try to every…” she didn’t give him a chance to let him finish. Her tongue darted out and licked the length of him. He bucked and grabbed her head. Pulling her hair aside, he watched her as she lowered her head and took him fully into her mouth.

 

She was lost in the enjoyment of pleasing him. She watched him throw back his head and saw the veins in his neck bulge.

 

Sliding up his body, she rubbed her chest against his stomach and licked her way back up to his mouth. “You taste so good, mmm.”

 

She reached over and grabbed another condom, this time she took her time to put it on him herself. He watched her with desire in his eyes. She moved up to her knees and positioned him just right so when she slid down slowly, she was fully impaled and could feel him filling her completely. His hands came to her hips and he held her still. Then she moved a little and, throwing her head back, she grabbed his hands and held on until they were both breathless and sated.