Page 85 of Christmas Wish
“Ryder,” she moaned.
He pulled her leggings and panties down, spread her legs wide, and slid his finger between her folds. She knew she was sopping wet; she could feel it, hear it as his finger moved back and forth slowly. Then he pressed another finger into her, and his low, hungry grunt drove her arousal higher.
Ryder reached down between her open thighs and cupped his hand over her sex. “This is mine. Only mine,” he said, as his other hand smoothed over her butt.
There was something incredibly sexy about the way that sounded. “Only yours,” she breathed as she parted her legs wider and ground into his hand. “Please…Please take me,” she said in a thick voice.
“Fuck, woman,” he growled. His fingers dug into her fleshy behind as he thrust into her.
Savannah let out a long, breathy sigh, and then groaned, grasping at the table as he began to move in her, his dick pushing in and out, his finger stroking her clit.
It was rough, deep, and quick—Ryder was soon thrusting harder, smacking her ass, rubbing her sweet spot—and she bucked against him, urging him, barely able to contain herself.
“You feel amazing, woman,” he grunted.
A tidal wave of pleasure overtook her as she spasmed her release. She felt him bucking into her and heard him grunt as he found his pleasure, the warm rush filling her.
They stayed bent over the kitchen table for a moment, spent and gasping. Savannah turned her head to smile at him. “What the hell did you just do to me?”
Ryder pressed his face in her hair then trailed his lips to her mouth and kissed her softly. “I could ask you the same thing.” His hands were warm and tight around her until he patted her ass and moved away, letting her get up.
When she stood up, he handed her clothing to her and she gave him a quick kiss and dashed off to her room to wash up and get dressed before Rock brought Timmy back; she’d dropped him off earlier that morning at Rock and Clotille’s house to play with James.
Savannah walked backed into the family room and sat down next to Ryder on the couch. “I hope you like lamb stew—that’s what I’m making for dinner.”
He kissed the side of her head. “I love it. You’ll find I’m not a picky eater.” He pulled away and took her hands in his. “I want to make sure you understand what you’re getting into.”
Savannah cocked her head to the side. “What do you mean?”
“My disability is an added responsibility I have to consider every day, and I’ll never be as carefree as if I was able-bodied. Sometimes I’m gonna be pissed as hell and my patience is gonna be shit because my muscles burn or I got sores on my stump from wearing the prosthesis too damn long.” He scrubbed his face. “All I’m saying is that it can be fucking challenging to live with an amputee. I just want to make sure you get that.”
She tucked his hand in hers and rubbed it gently. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m sure there will be challenges for both of us. I’m not always on the upswing, and can be a downright crazy bitch sometimes during my period. If I don’t understand for whatever reason, remind me what you’re feeling, okay? The best thing is for us to be open and communicate so if you’re in pain or feeling shitty because you hate not having your leg, tell me. I promise not to analyze you. I’ll give you your space—I know you like alone time. We’re both starting on level ground and there will be some adjustment period, but we have to be open about what we’re feeling and what we want and need.”
“I agree.” He leaned over and kissed her.
A car door slammed and Savannah ran her hand down his rugged face and smiled. “I think Timmy’s home.” She stood up and ambled to the window and saw Timmy running up the porch steps and swung open the door.
“Mommy!” Timmy hugged her legs then rushed into the house, the sound of his laughter wrapping around her heart.
Rock lifted his chin at her as he walked inside, the chains hanging down from his pockets jingling. He bumped fists with Ryder then sat on the chair across from him. Savannah scampered into the kitchen and took out two tumblers and the bottle of Jack and brought them into the room, setting them on the table. Ryder tilted his head at her as he brushed his fingers across hers, and then he reached over and picked up the bottle.
“Timmy, come into the kitchen and tell me all about your day while I make dinner,” she said.
And as her son knelt next to Brutus, excitedly telling her all the things he did, she heard Ryder’s deep, steady voice as he visited with Rock and she knew that she’d finally found the man she was supposed to be with and the home in which she was supposed to be.
