Page 84 of Christmas Wish
Savannah watched as Ryder kicked Bret’s ass good, happy that her man stopped when it was obvious that Bret was defeated. Ryder picked up the cell phones and it seemed like he was checking them out, and then he lifted the shotgun and waved it at the hired hand.
“Pick that piece of shit up and get the fuck off my land. If you come back, I won’t be talking, just shooting.” Ryder tossed the phones at him.
The man glared at him and then at her before he bent down and helped Bret to his feet then to the car. Bret didn’t even glance at her, and a thread of relief wove through her.It’s finally over.She and Ryder stood on the porch until long after the SUV disappeared from sight.
“I don’t think they’ll be coming back,” Savannah said.
“They better not. Are you okay?” He draped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her.
“More than better—it’s finally over.” She rested her head on his shoulder. “Why were you so interested in their cell phones?”
“I wanted to make sure they weren’t filming anything to use against you in the divorce.” He whistled for Brutus and the dog came bounding up the road.
“I love you,” she said. “Thank you for being my rock.”
“I love you too, baby.” He spun her around and kissed her deeply.
Then she saw the redness forming under his right eye. “You’re hurt,” she said, running her fingers over the place where Bret landed a punch.
Ryder chuckled. “A lucky shot. Damn, that pussy couldn’t fight for shit.”
“I don’t think he’s ever been in a fight. Thanks for not overdoing it.”
They walked into the house and the warmth from the fire surrounded them.
“I’ve gotta admit it was hard to stop. I kept thinking of what he did to you, and I wanted to kill him. But then I thought of Timmy and how the fuck’s still his dad, and that’s what made me stop.”
Savannah hugged him and his arms folded around her, and she never wanted to let go. “You’re the best,” she whispered.
They walked into the kitchen, and Savannah took out two dog treats and Brutus went wild with excitement. “You did a good job watching over us,” she said as Brutus took the treats from her palm and crunched them while looking at her.
“I want to show you something,” Ryder said as he handed her an envelope.
She opened it up and took out a piece of paper then looked up at him. “What’s this?”
“I got tested. I’m clean. I just wanted to share that with you because I’d like to really feel you, baby.”
She giggled then poked him playfully. “That’s good to know. I started on the pill. Clotille told me about this clinic in town, and I went to it last week.”
A frown creased his brows. “You weren’t on it before?”
“No. There wasn’t any reason to be.” When his eyes widened, she patted his forearm. “I know … I was scared about STDs and getting pregnant when Bret forced himself on me. I got tested as soon as I could while Timmy and I were on the road, and I’m good. The week after we left, I got my period—I was never so happy to get it in my life.”
He chuckled and pivoted her into his arms. “You’re really something special, darlin’.” He pressed his lips on hers. “I want to be inside you and fill you up,” he said.
“I want to really feel you,” she replied as she looped her arms around his neck and tugged him closer to her.
Ryder kissed her again—hard and hungry, then pulled her sweater above her head, and tossed it on the floor. He stepped back and his gaze lingered on her ivory sheer bra. “Fuck, you look beautiful. I’ll never get enough of your tits, baby.” He grabbed her hand and led her over to the table then reached behind her and undid the hooks. The straps slipped down and he pushed them off and flung the bra off then bent down and swiped his tongue over her nipples.
Arousal flashed hot through her system and she sank her fingers into his hair and pulled it hard. The way he played with her breasts drove her crazy with wanton desire, and she threw her head back, pushing her breasts into his face.
“Oh, darlin’,” he rasped.
Then Ryder slowly turned her around so that she was facing the table, and his hands slid over her back, around her waist, to her belly, and into the waistband of her leggings. She held her breath, her body trembling, as he pushed aside the crotch of her panties and buried one finger between her folds.
“So damn wet,” he murmured.
Savannah leaned across the table, her hands gripping the edges of it to steady herself. She heard the familiar sound of Ryder unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans and heat pulsed between her legs. She felt his weight as he bent over her then the warmth of his hand as he swept her hair to one side. His mouth was on her ear, her neck. “You drive me fucking crazy, woman,” he rasped.
