CHAPTER FIVE
Ridge heard a moan. Sitting up, she gazed around. The fire in her room’s fireplace had burned down to embers. What is that sound? She felt fear at any sound that didn’t belong. They were safe up here weren’t they? Her mind still felt so fuzzy. Harris had brought her dinner last night, then he left abruptly after showing her the luxurious bathroom and shower for her to use. She’d then ate and took a shower. She’d finally felt somewhat human again. If only she were a whole person with her memories back.
The cold way he’d acted had felt like he was still mad at her. She could hardly blame him. He had a one night stand then was stuck with her for a while. She was an intrusion on his privacy. Of course, he wanted that, or why else would a man like him be up on a dammed mountain like this? Holed in for the winter. It was strange but then again, this whole thing was odd, wild. Like some book or movie plot.
Girl wakes up with no memory. Guy who looks like sex on a stick is there to take care of her. Only…it doesn’t feel quite like that. It feels deeper like they do know each other, somehow. Shaking her head, she let out a sigh. They couldn’t know each other very well though, beyond having sex once. She again felt disgusted. And I have very little memory of that magnificent event.
She chastised herself for focusing on him so much. Shit. Losing that memory was the least of her worries. Not remembering sex. What life had she left out there? Was anyone looking for her? Did she have family? Were they worried? She paused. Someone was looking for her. She just knew it. But it didn’t give her a good feeling. No, not at all.
Another noise got her attention, like a thrashing or swishing noise. She turned her head to listen.
“NO!” Harris’ voice shouted.
That didn’t sound right. She rose up and padded to the door of the room he’d given to her. She heard groans and movement. She stepped out into the massive living room.
Noah was laying sprawled out on the couch. Despite it being winter all around them, he kept the luxurious cabin well heated and he only wore sweat pants.
Ridge knew after their last encounter in this very room that she should stay away from him, but as he tossed and turned, she couldn’t help but move closer.
The firelight lit along his well defined chest. She sucked in a breath, she had wondered how he really looked under his tee shirt. Her imagination hadn’t even come close. His abs were well defined and she stopped to gaze at the tattoo he wore on that glorious chest of his. She tilted her head. She knew that design but couldn’t remember what it meant.
“No, fallback, fallback!” he whispered in anger.
Ridge felt so many things at once. She felt fearful for what was happening that she had no understanding of. She felt sympathy for whatever had him in its terrible grip. A nightmare that must be hell. She moved forward.
He now settled down a bit, but a tear slipped from his close eyelid.
A tear? From this man? Her heart nearly stopped. Moving forward, she forgot her fear as she sat down next to his long hard form on the sofa. Reaching out, she lightly touched the tattoo inked along his hot skin.
Grabbing her hand, Harris gripped it tight and hauled her up on top of him.
Gasping in shock, Ridge’s soft body met with his hard lines.
His emerald eyes were staring at her face while reflected flames from the fireplace rose in them. “Who are you?” he whispered hoarsely.
Opening her mouth to remind him that she had no earthly idea, he pulled her face down to his and smothered her words with his hot, blazing mouth.
Her body heated up instantly, she became wet between her thighs as his punishing kiss took over any rational thought she could have had. This was the same kiss of before, the one that nearly had her passing out. He sucked on her tongue then bit at her lips. So rough, but so sexy.
His hands roamed along her body firmly but sensually.
Her frame trembled. God, how she’d wanted this man—had wanted since she’d first opened her eyes.
He raised her up breaking the kiss and tore her shirt up and off of her. Then he devoured one of her nipples, licking and sucking with his mouth.
Arching back in pure pleasure, she could think anymore, just feel. Feel that hot mouth.
His hand reached into her sweats, his fingers slipping inside her now very wet pussy. He stormed her with his mouth and his fingers as he drove her wild till she was begging and panting. He flicked her clit and rubbed her ass with his other hand. Grasping her ass cheek to hold her entire body in his grasp, he thrust his strong fingers up into her, then switched nipples and bit down lightly.
Her body jerked and she went rigid with a mindless ecstasy.
She could feel his smile against her throbbing erect nipple as he ordered, “Come for me…”
Her body obeyed as she was flung into a climax of the likes she had never known before. It rose up from her core as her body bowed helplessly to entirely claim her in an erotic pulsing throughout her system. She felt herself gush over his fingers still pumping in her pussy curling against her G spot.
“Yes, baby. Give me that sweet cum. You are mine,” he whispered hoarsely as he held her in a strong relentless grip.
Oh, god…Ridge suddenly realized she was his, and would always be his as she came all over his skilled fingers. How can this be? She didn’t even know this man. She didn’t know herself any better.
He pulled her up before she could even process the orgasm he just gave her like a storm full of electricity that had stricken her mute. He gazed into her eyes. “Damn.”
Damn is right! No man had ever made her come so hard and in less than like 3 minutes flat. “Is that what it was like? Our first time?” she asked breathlessly while trying to get her mind back together.
He studied her face. “Was it like what you remembered?” His voice had gone low and husky.
Nodding, she licked her lips. “Except you need to order me to get on my knees and suck your cock,” she boldly announced, remembering some of what she’d thought about before.
Stilling, he stared at her face. “I would do something like that too,” he stated in an amused voice.
Staring at him, she nodded. Licking her lips, her body felt tingly and excited. Still wet between her thighs from coming, she wanted to make this man lose it.
His eyes widened a bit as he set her back from him on the couch.
Ridge felt confused. Didn’t he just make her scream with the best climax of her life? She was sitting right here, wanting to return the favor. Actually needing to. She would love to see that cock that had always been highly outlined in his jeans. After all, she’d had it already, right? So what was the problem?
He shook his head. “Listen. I was having bad dreams and before I knew it, I had my hands all over you.”
Blinking her eyes rapidly, she knew this already, His hands all over her and fingers in her with his hot mouth on her nipples and the biting of them. Did she like it a little rough? She must and this man fit the bill, if that was what she liked. But now, she wondered why he was all the sudden acting so passive, hesitant.
“You aren’t well. I can’t just like take advantage.”
Oh… Okay? Wait, No. If they already had a sexual relationship then why—
Harris sat her further back. “It was a mistake. I lost control. I was half asleep.”
Ridge felt the sting from his excuses. “Wow, I offer a blowjob, no strings attached and get shot down?”
He stared at her and chuckled.
“I just said that out loud right?” she asked as she put her face in her hands.
He sat forward and lowered her hands. “Dammit, you are so cute.”
Her head rose up. “Cute? Like a Barbie doll cute? Or little kid cute?”
He was now laughing outright.
“OOH!” She rose up and forgot all about the climax. “Just remember this when you feel the need to get blown!” She stomped off to her room.
“Ridge! Now come on!” he called to her with laughter in his voice.
“Fuck you! I hope you get blueballs and your dammed neck cramps while trying to blow yourself!” She slammed the door closed and huffed as she marched over to the bed.
Then she felt deflated as she sat down with a plop. Or more like confused. Why am I so angry? He made good points about her being ill. He was just being a gentleman.
Ridge tilted her head. No. That man in there was no gentleman. She knew what he was. She’d glimpsed it just now when he’d controlled her body as he made her come at his command. Forceful, determined and demanding in bed. So why was he hesitating now?
Something else held him back. What could it be? What happened for her to get a concussion? Doubt filled her. Was he lying to her? If so, why? What was this man hiding?
Well, she found out one thing about herself just now. She knew she was the type to not give up when something puzzled her. She wondered if there were clues in this huge log house. Clues to explain the conundrum of Harris.
Her head rose… Harris what? He gave no last name.
Ridge now wondered things she should have thought of before. How did she get all the way up here? Maybe she was never drunk. Maybe he’d drugged her.
She threw up her hands. For what? Now she felt disgusted at her wild imagination. Obviously not to get her to fuck him whenever he wanted. Like some sex slave. She halted…To be his sex slave… Her body lit up with heat. Damn…she let out a slow, long breath and wanted to slap her own face like crazy people do.
What the fuck is happening here?