Page 49 of Caffeine & Chaos

“As you wish.” Ryan ripped her pants clean off and ground against her, pressing her back into the earth behind her. The fresh smell of a thousand summers spent creek-side filled her senses, intensifying the wildness of her experience. He might have been a boy here once upon a time ago, but he was all man here now.

Nadia was still holding Ryan’s fullness when he undid his own jeans and slid them down to his ankles. She guided him to the center of her passion-moistened depths and rolled herself against his bulging head. He moaned his mutual satisfaction, and she pulled him into her folds again, driving him deeper inside of her. Everything about this moment was perfect, right down to his black Stetson still sitting askew atop his head. Living out a cowboy fantasy with Ryan was something she never could have predicted when they met.

Ryan plunged himself inside of her, filling the depths of her body and mind. Nadia instinctively lifted her hips to meet each of his possessive drives, her body perfectly matching his rhythm as the tempo gradually increased. Ryan’s hot and ragged breath whispered past her ear, as he clutched her around the shoulders and pulled her up towards him. Nadia could feel her insides tightening around him as she wriggled against him in frenzied desperation.

“Oh, don’t stop,” she begged as she neared climax.

Ryan grunted and thrust more heavily into her, his pulsating need growing alongside hers.

“Say my name, Nadia,” Ryan demanded, slowing his pace, bringing her back from the brink momentarily.

“Ryan,” Nadia gasped, as she slung her legs over his shoulder, trying to use her muscles to force him back into rhythm.

“Now scream it,” Ryan said, squeezing her breasts as he sank himself into her repeatedly.

“Ryan, yes!” Nadia screamed as she erupted against him, bucking with abandonment as the dazzling chain of spasms moved through her body. Ryan’s continued powerful thrusting was sweet torture to her sensitive flesh.

Her pleasure mingled with pain as his sharp penetration pounded her throbbing flesh. Yet, she still wanted more. She writhed beneath him; her mind shattered in ecstasy.

As she twisted in his arms, his legs spasmed tightly, his pleasure mounting to the inevitable final surge. Nadia pulled him against her harder, feeling every inch of him sliding in and out of her still throbbing sex. Relishing in his pleasure, and finding deep meaning in gratifying him, she worked to push him over the edge.

He moaned out, his fingers digging deeply into her shoulders as he pumped into her more slowly, trying to drag out his climax. “Oh shit…”

Nadia wrapped her legs around his waist and yanked his hips into hers, smashing them together in a cataclysm of motion. She couldn’t take much more, she needed to feel him flood her insides, she wanted to see his face contort with the pleasure he found inside of her.

Ryan shook violently as his passion crested within her, bringing about an uninhibited cry of masculine satisfaction. A moment later, he collapsed against her sweat slicked body, and their crescendo of breathing began to slow.

Nadia embraced him tightly, closing her eyes to savor the moment. Gradually, the familiar smells and sounds of nature seeped back into her awareness, restoring a sense of reality. She was awestruck by the profound beauty of the connection she had shared with the man she loved.

The man she loved? Nadia’s eyes flipped open. Of course, her neurotic brain would ruin the moment by coming up with something like that.

“Nadia,” Ryan said as he pulled up his jeans and sat up, “I know it is early, and it’s also very obvious that you scare easily, but I adore you, and want you with me.”

“I am with you,” Nadia tried to smile away her growing discomfort. How could she be making love to him one moment, enthralled with every moment, yet continue to struggle to accept her feelings for him?

“I mean when we get home, in Miami.”

Was he asking her to move in with him? Nadia pictured the apartment she called home since coming to Miami. It had represented her freedom from the domineering grip of her mother. It was where she and Mandy would talk guys, work, and everything in between. It was her home, and she wasn’t sure she was ready to give that up.

“I thought we were already together, remember the speech you gave me at the café?” Nadia playfully stroked his face, “you were pretty clear, and I accepted that. Are you telling me that we weren’t official until just now?” Nadia asked as she began to dress herself once again.

“You’re dodging, Nadia. I won’t press it though, I don’t want to freak you out.” Ryan sighed heavily to push himself up off the ground.

Damn. Nadia stopped him, grabbing him in a close hug, “don’t get up, not yet.” She curled herself up against his chest, hoping her actions would speak the words she couldn’t bring herself to, yet.

Back near the house, Nadia found herself drawn toward the horse stables, her footsteps echoing softly against the worn wooden planks of the pathway. The barn stood weathered but well-kept, its aged timbers bearing the marks of countless seasons yet exuding a timeless charm.

Ryan’s concerns about coyotes had prompted him to ride out to the South field, leaving Nadia with instructions to acquaint herself with the horses in his absence. It was clear he was determined to prove her worth to Justin, to show that she was more than just a city slicker.

As Nadia stepped into the dimly lit interior of the barn, the scent of hay and leather enveloped her, mingling with the earthy aroma of the animals. She ran her hand along the nose of a horse that resembled the one Melanie had been riding earlier, her thoughts drifting as she took in her surroundings. When a ranch hand entered the barn, Nadia whirled around, startled. Immediately fearing it was Justin, relief surged through her as she took in his form; it was not Justin. He was shorter in statue and looked to be in his early twenties.

“Sorry ma-am,” he touched the brim of his hat with his weathered, once white riding glove, and opened the stall of a majestic jet-black Tennessee Walking horse. As he began tacking up the horse, Nadia watched intently, trying to follow along, but he was far too efficient for her to keep up.

“Going for a ride?” Nadia inquired, trying to mask her unease.

“No ma’am, this is Justin’s horse. We’ve got a downed heifer in the west field. He wants to check out the situation before we call in the vet,” the young rancher replied, his grey eyes meeting hers briefly before he jerkily turned away.

Nadia’s stomach churned with apprehension. Justin was already on the ranch somewhere, and his imminent arrival at the barn sent a shiver down her spine.

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