Were Jade and I finally going to meet the mysterious wife? Or was she off on a fashion shoot, the same as she’d been every other time I’d seen Max? I was starting to wonder if she was a fictional character like those Jade had told me about in her romance novels. But then, I’d seen pictures of her with Max and Jade assured me that Natasha was a very real person.
I wasn’t quite sure what business he had lusting after Rebecca, and frankly, I wouldn’t have cared—but now I knew how close she was to my woman, I didn’t want Max fucking around and hurting my girl in the process. But I trusted my brother to do the right thing by Rebecca. He wouldn’t pursue her if he wasn’t serious about her. He never took matters of the heart lightly.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Max.
“Hey brother, nice little pad you have here,” I greeted him.
He laughed. “Glad it meets your approval. Make yourselves at home. Sorry I couldn’t be there to meet you, big meetings today. Tonight we’re going to dinner. I've invited Rebecca too. I’ll have the driver bring you over at seven thirty. Until then, just relax and have fun. We’ll talk some business tonight too.”
“Don’t you ever just chill?” I really wanted to know, but he just laughed and mumbled something about time not waiting for any man. I could hear other voices in the background, so I knew he already had his attention elsewhere.
“Tonight.” I hung up the phone, smiling. We had three hours to kill before we had to get ready for dinner. I knew just what I wanted to do in that time. I was going to make love to my woman on every surface in this gigantic bedroom.
Maybe I’ll start on the balcony.
Chapter Fifteen — Jade
After Maria cleared the plates, Ryder assured her we’d be fine by ourselves and gave her the rest of the afternoon off. Completely satiated, we’d dozed off for an hour in one another’s arms. Ryder had made good on his promise for me to forget our woes for a while and just enjoy being together. It was as if we were in another world altogether, not a worry about anyone or anything. From the glisten in his eyes, I had a pretty good idea what he had planned. We started on the balcony, and ended in the huge bath where we made love again, before having a nap.
I woke in a tangle of arms and legs, Ryder snoring lightly as he slept with his head on my chest. The dome was still open and a few birds flew over. I could hear the faint traffic noise in the distance. I stroked gently over his hair, then ran my hands up and down his back. Ryder purred like a cat.
He lifted his head and smiled at me. “God, I love sleeping with you,” he said as he kissed my breast.
“Yes, when we finally get to sleep.” I giggled, because he was already hardening. “We have to meet Max in just over an hour. I don’t want to be late.”
His fingers stroked between my legs. “So? There’s plenty of time to get ready. First I want a taste of my pussy.”
“Your pussy? Last I checked you had a cock.”
“You are mine. That means your pussy is mine. And I want it now.”
“Ryder . . . always so horny, baby. I need a shower and to get dressed. I want to at least look pretty—first impressions and all that stuff.”
Lifting an eyebrow, Ryder growled. “Look pretty for me. I don’t want Max getting any ideas.”
I swatted his arm. “Silly boy, of course I’ll be pretty for you. But I do want your brother to like me too.”
“He better not like you too much. That’s war.”
I rolled my eyes. “Too much testosterone. It's the biggest problem our universe faces.”
Scooping me up from the bed, Ryder carried me to the bathroom, straight into the enormous glass-enclosed shower. “I think this shower was meant for two people with its twin rain showerheads.” He set me down and opened both sets of taps. “I've been wanting to get under here since we arrived.”
Soaping up his hands, he glided them up and down my body, then with small circular motions he washed my breasts and stomach as I pressed my back against his chest.
“Babe,” he groaned, “spread those legs for me.”
He washed my pussy, then circled my clit with nimble fingers. “Such a dirty girl,” he hissed as he pushed his cock into me from behind.
“Ryder, harder,” I groaned as I reached out and placed both palms against the glass to keep my balance. His fingers entwined with mine as he fucked me.
I loved how within a few strokes we got our rhythm and moved our bodies in unison until we both let go, and ripples of our orgasms tore through us as we declared our love for one another.
“Fuck. That was good, babe,” he said as he pulled his cock out with a deep, satisfied sigh. “We’ll get a shower like this when we build our own house.”