Captive (21 page)

He moved between my legs and picked me up. “In the bedroom, baby. And all in good time. I’m enjoying this too much to let it end yet.”

It wasn’t just Kate’s intense arousal I was enjoying, although it was about the hottest thing I’d ever seen. It was finally feeling completely connected to her again. The past month had stretched our tie to each other, testing its bonds.

Now I wanted to remind her that I knew her body like no one else ever would. That I craved her as much as she did me. I lowered her feet to the floor of our bedroom and bent to push down her panties. She stepped out of them and was about to toss them to the ground when I took them from her. Crumpling the soft fabric into my fist, I pressed it to my face and inhaled the scent I’d missed like hell.

“I’m taking these on my next road trip,” I said. She squirmed and backed toward the bed, turning to climb into it.

“Stay right there,” I said. She froze and looked over her shoulder, one knee up on the mattress. God, she was beautiful. Perfect. Her long blonde hair fell down her back and I swept it aside so I could see the creamy skin of her back. I traced a fingertip down her spine and she arched her back in response.

I made it all the way down to the swell of her tight, round ass and kept going. When I got to the one hole I’d never been in, I put a little pressure on it and she gasped. I didn’t press my finger in, just made her wonder if I would. When she pressed her hips back against me, my cock turned into a steel rod. She wanted me there, and fuck if I didn’t want it, too.

I grazed her shoulder with my teeth, kissing the spot after, and then did the same to her neck. Her body quivered with arousal and I gripped her hips tightly, pulling her body back against mine. I caught her sweet coconut scent just as she moaned softly.

“Lay down,” I said in her ear. While she got into bed, I walked to our closet, pretending it was just to take off my shirt and pants. I left them on the floor and found the bottle of coconut oil we’d gotten on our honeymoon. We’d given each other massages with it, but didn’t use it much anymore.

Kate was spread out on our bed, and I had to take a few seconds to just look. With her flushed face and taut, pink nipples, she was my fantasy come to life. My wife, quivering to be fucked, only by me.

“Turn over,” I said. “On all fours.”

Her eyes flickered past mine with an eager gleam as she flipped over. Her stomach had the tiniest swell now, and my balls ached with arousal from knowing I planted the seed that was now growing deep inside her. I’d staked the ultimate claim on her.

I stared at her perfect round ass while I pulled off my t-shirt and pushed off my jeans and boxers. The sight of her open thighs made me wrap my hand around my cock and stroke it. I grazed the head of it across her slick opening and she whimpered into the mattress.

“Is that what you want, baby?” I asked softly, running a finger down her spine. “Or do you want me to keep stroking it like this? This feels fucking good. I think I’ll just come on this gorgeous ass.” I slapped one of her ass cheeks and she whimpered again. “Right there. I’ll come right there.”

“No,” she whined helplessly. Fuck if this wasn’t a major turn on. I ran my cock head down the length of her slit again.

“You’re fucking wet,” I said. “You want me to fuck you instead of jerking off?”

“Yes! Please, Ryke! Now, please.” The desperation in her voice sent an ache shooting through my balls. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, but playing with her some more would make her come harder.

“Kiss me,” I said. “Show me how bad you want it.”

She flipped back around and got to her knees, reaching for me. I was still standing, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face down to hers. Her lips found mine and her tongue darted into my mouth to tangle with mine. When her teeth scraped my bottom lip, my balls tightened. I squeezed her ass cheeks and then wrapped a hand around the ends of her hair, pulling on it to release her lips from mine.

“Back around,” I said. Her eyes were bright with lust when she glanced at me before spinning around on all fours again. I bent down to get a taste of her sweet juice and groaned when my tongue flicked over her pussy. She was soaked, and I wasn’t waiting another second.

I stood up and eased my cock into her slowly, her wetness making me groan again.

“Ryke, it feels so good!” she cried, her voice muffled by the cover her face was pressed against. “Please don’t stop!”

Nothing could possibly make me stop at this point. Every thrust of my cock into her made me want more. I couldn’t get deep enough. Kate’s moaning and whining was making me crazy. She sounded sex-starved, and I’d feed her as much as she could take.

“Fuck,” I muttered. “My fucking balls are soaked, baby.”

The tightness in my balls was making it hard to hold on. She just looked and felt too good. I found the coconut oil and rubbed some on my thumb and fingers. “Just relax, okay? Trust me and stay relaxed.” I was panting from the exertion of holding on.

I traced the rim of her tightly puckered hole with my thumb and she tensed in response. “Relax, baby,” I coaxed. We’d never done this, but I knew she’d love it if she could let down her guard. I gave her more deep, steady thrusts of my hips and she melted back into the bed.

She didn’t flinch when I pushed my thumb past her opening. Instead, she moaned loudly. I replaced my thumb with a finger and fucked her gently to the same rhythm as my hips. She was crying out with every thrust, and I was just a few seconds from the edge.

When I reached around and pressed my other fingers over her swollen, wet folds, I she spasmed around my cock. I came with a force that made my body shudder all over. She yelled out my name, and hers came unconsciously spilling out of my mouth, like it did every time. I was careful to slide my finger out of her gently, and as soon as I did she curled up on her side and looked up at me with a smile.

I winked at her and laid down next to her, letting my muscles stay limp with relaxation.

“I think I was in a transcendent state of consciousness for a few seconds there,” she said. “I’ve never come so hard. I actually cried at the very end.”

“You feel good?” I asked.

She laughed and leaned up to stroke a fingertip down my chest. “Good? That’s not even close. I didn’t know that when you … it would make me … why haven’t you ever done that before?”

“Wasn’t sure you’d like it, I guess. But the harder you come, the more satisfied you’ll be.”

“I’m gonna need that every time now.” She smiled up at me. “Seriously, I feel so good right now. So relaxed. You’re so fucking sexy, Ryker.”

“So are you. Fucking my pregnant wife is really hot. I never would’ve thought that.”

“It might not be as I get bigger. Or … if.” She’d let go for just a second, but then grasped back onto the pessimism that was helping her cope right now.

“I know it’s hard for you to hope,” I said. “But you’re trying, even though it’s hard, and I love you for that. No matter where we are six months from now, or a year from now, I’ll love you a little more than I do now.”

“Hot hockey player slash romantic poet,” she said in a teasing tone. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

“Don’t you forget it.” I leaned up on an elbow so I could look down at her. “When we fix our living room, I want a hundred inch TV screen and a fridge of beer built into my new leather recliner.

“That’s fine with me,” she said, shrugging. “But the yellow is growing on me.”

“What’s the fucking deal with the yellow, anyway?”

“It’s supposed to bring calm and happiness.”

She slid beneath my arm and rested her cheek on my chest. I ran my fingers through her long, soft hair, kissing her forehead before I spoke. “Well, I’m calm and happy right now, so maybe that shit’s working.”

Melody practically bounced through the parking lot between my car and the door to the arena. She’d never been ice skating before, and she couldn’t contain her excitement.

“You’re skating with me, right?” she asked me for the second time.

“Of course. I’m not a very good skater, though.”

We took the elevator down to ice level and walked into the rink. Ryke was standing with one of his coaches, shooting pucks into the net every time the coach dropped one to the ice.

“Is that him?” Melody asked softly.

“Yep, that’s him.”

“He’s really big.”

“He is, plus he seems even taller in his skates.”

Ryke glanced over and smiled when he saw us. He handed his stick off to the coach and skated over to open and walk through a door in the wall.

“Hi, baby,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. “Is this Melody?”

“Yes. Melody, this is Ryke.”

He extended his hand down to shake hers and she looked at him hesitantly.

“What’s your last name?” she asked.

“Ryker.”

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Ryker.” She was all business as she shook his hand, and I could tell Ryke was trying not to smile.

“I’ve got some skates here for you,” he said, gesturing toward his bench. “You guys walk up that way and meet me there.”

We made our way to the bench, and Ryke was waiting when we got there with a pair of little white ice skates.

“Can you get these on okay?” he asked. Melody nodded solemnly and set to work. She was still trying to tie the first one when she stopped and looked at me.

“Where are your skates?”

“Oh. Do you have any here I can use?” I asked Ryke. “That pair I wore last time we skated here?”

He shook his head. “You’re not skating while you’re pregnant. You could fall.”

“Not if you’re there to catch me.”

“I can’t catch you both.”

Melody’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything.

“Ryke, she wants me to come with her,” I said. “Can’t you get one of the other guys to hold on to me? Where’s Luke?”

“Nobody’s here but me and Steve, and he just went to his office. Just sit here and watch her, okay?”

I bent down in front of her and tied the skates in double knots. “Melody, is that okay? If I stay right here where you can see me? I promise Ryke won’t let you fall.”

She nodded tentatively. Ryke sat on the edge of the rink wall, swung his legs over, and reached for Melody’s waist.

“Ready, Melanie?” he asked.

“Melody.”

“That’s what I said — Mallory!”

She cracked a smile and he lifted her over. He showed her how to hold on to his arms for support, keeping her steady until she was grasping him tightly. My heart melted into a puddle when he glided backwards on his skates, Melody gazing up at him uncertainly. Her feet slid wider and wider apart, and he instructed her gently to bring them back closer together.

During their second circle around the ice, Melody looked over and gave me a gap-toothed grin. Tears burned my eyes as I waved at her. It wasn’t just seeing Ryke teaching her to skate that was getting me, it was her excitement.

He helped her spin in slow circles and then piggybacked her around the rink on his back. Her eyes sparkled with delight when he leaned down and skated quickly, her hair flying behind her. Any reservations she had about him were long gone.

Ryke came to a smooth stop in front of the wall with Melody still glued to his back.

“Did you see me?” she asked me eagerly.

“Yes! That was great! Are you having fun?”

She nodded. I met Ryke’s eyes, trying to thank him without words, and he winked at me.

“Want some hot chocolate?” I asked.

Melody nodded and I set off to find someone in the concession area that I could hit up to make some. The only person I could find was a janitor, and it took major sweet talking and name dropping to convince him it was okay.

The expanse of white ice was empty when I returned to the arena. I heard muffled voices, so I crept closer and realized Ryke and Melody were sitting and talking in two seats of the arena. Even when I peeked around the corner, neither of them saw me.

“She has a baby in her belly,” Melody said in a low tone, raising her brows like she was letting Ryke in on a secret.

“Really?” He nodded, his tone surprised and impressed. “How’d that happen?”