Rider's Kiss

The thought of her bed made Victoria imagine what it would be like to sleep next to Rider. She yearned to wake up next to him after a long night of intense lovemaking. She would make them breakfast, and they’d flirt and tease, then maybe fall back into bed for another round. She wanted to share lazy afternoons with Rider. She wanted all or nothing with him, she suddenly realized.

The question was, would she ever get her wish, or would she end up getting her heart crushed by the man?

Two hours and half a bottle of wine later, Victoria crawled under her navy-blue comforter. As she turned off the lamp next to her bed, drenching the room in darkness, she thought again about Rider. The way he’d looked with his T-shirt soaked with the iced tea the other day. So powerful, every inch the wild jungle cat. Her mind headed toward erotic territory as sleep took hold.

In her dream world, Victoria wasn’t afraid to take what she wanted. With total abandon, she flung her arms around his shoulders and kissed with the kind of passion only Rider could provoke. He took over, coaxing her mouth open with his tongue and delving inside. He was so fierce that the kiss was almost punishing. Not an ounce of gentleness. It should have frightened Victoria, but this was Rider, and his demanding touches only made her need grow stronger. Her whole body burned with desire. Her stomach flip-flopped, and her pussy flooded with liquid heat. And just when she thought her legs would buckle, Rider tugged her in closer. He cupped her bottom in both hands and rotated his hips, allowing her to feel every hard inch of his thick cock. Victoria moaned and pressed her breasts against his chest, relishing the feel of his hard-muscled length pressed against her.

Without warning, Rider released her and stepped back. She would have fallen if he hadn’t put out a hand to steady her.

“I’ve ached for this,” he groaned.

“Me too.” She had to work to push the words out past the emotion clogging her throat.

The next instant, Victoria lay on her bed naked. Rider crawled on top of her, staring down at her with a kind of craving she’d never seen on a man’s face. He spoke, but she couldn’t understand the words. All she knew was the way he made her feel. His hands touching her body, drifting over her curves to rest against her quivering breasts. He leaned down and sucked one hardened peak into the heat of his mouth. Victoria jolted with the contact.

With slow, steady strokes, Rider’s cock filled her wet pussy. As he licked and bit at her breasts, using his hands to squeeze and fondle as if testing their weight in his hands, Victoria reached up and touched his sleek, powerful shoulders and upper back. She trailed slowly lower to his tight glutes and squeezed. Her clit throbbed. Victoria wrapped her legs around his thighs and used her hands to pull him in deeper.

She begged the dream version of Rider, and suddenly he lifted up and stared down at her. Long seconds passed, and not a single syllable left his talented lips while he leisurely pushed his hips against her pelvis, driving his huge, throbbing cock into her. He clutched her hips, pulled her lower body off the bed and drove hard, filling her. Her passion burned hotter, and Victoria watched the play of emotions on Rider’s face as he changed from a calm and controlled man to a wild and untamed lover. In this world, Victoria let her inhibitions fall away, and she revealed to him her own impatient cravings.

He started to pump into her. Harder. Faster. Rider slammed his hips against hers. She cried out in surprise when he reached down and pressed his warm palm flat against the giving flesh of her lower belly. His hand touching her in such a possessive fashion brought tears to Victoria’s eyes. In some elemental way, her heart and soul entwined with his in that moment.

Victoria’s aching breasts bounced as Rider fucked her, plunging his engorged cock deep. She moaned long and low when he dipped his head and drew his tongue over her engorged nipples, drawing little circles around her areolas.

It all became too much, and Victoria screamed out her climax. Rider was right behind her, filling her with his hot come and shouting her name over and over.

At that exact moment, a buzzing sound yanked her from her delicious dream. She slammed her palm over the snooze button on her clock. “Damn it,” Victoria muttered as she became painfully aware of the fact that her dream may never come true. If only she had a fairy godmother. She’d so make a few wishes right about now.

Chapter Five

At noon Sunday, Victoria found herself sitting across a table from Rita Williams. The woman had called her and explained that her wedding was back on and she wanted Victoria’s business to cater it. Hesitant about the younger woman’s on-again off-again relationship, Victoria had set up a lunch meeting hoping to politely decline. She hadn’t expected Rita to be so headstrong, though. A shot of pride went through Victoria at the knowledge that such a wealthy family wanted her small catering

business. And she knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she would accept the job. The Williams family was one of the richest families in the state. Losing their business had really put a crimp in her future plans for Victoria’s Catering. But now that love was once again in the air, things appeared to be looking brighter for Victoria’s company.

“Richard and I want you, Victoria. No one else will do,” Rita said as she reached across the table and took hold of her hand. “Oh, please say you’ll do it.”

“While I appreciate your confidence, I’m not entirely sure I’m ready to take on such a large wedding. My plate is already pretty full.” That wasn’t exactly true, but she didn’t want to seem desperate either.

Rita’s spine went rigid. “I simply will not take no for an answer. If you won’t cater my wedding, then I’ll just elope.”

Victoria was flabbergasted. Honored, but literally at a loss. “Seriously?”

Rita nodded. “I’m dead serious. There isn’t a caterer within a hundred miles with your kind of talent. I want the best. You’re the best.”

How could she possibly say no to that? “Well, Rita, you’ve got yourself a caterer,” she said as she allowed a grin to appear. “Let’s celebrate with a glass of wine, then we can iron out the details.”

Rita’s face lit up with glee. “Terrific! I told Daddy that you wouldn’t let us down.”

Lord knew, Victoria didn’t want Daddy to be disappointed. After perusing the wine list, Victoria motioned for their waiter. He was a young blond with an earring flashing in his left lobe, and he kept giving her a flirty grin. It was a new and slightly uncomfortable experience to have a man show her interest. And, if she were honest, it was beginning to get on Victoria’s nerves. Usually she preferred Jeanette to serve whenever she brought a client to the upscale eatery, but she was off today, so Victoria was stuck with the grinning Josh.

“Ready to order?” he asked as he stared at Victoria.

“Actually, we’d like to start with a bottle of your cabernet sauvignon.”

Victoria was no wine expert, but she was an expert on this particular restaurant. She brought her clients to Salvio’s quite often, and no one had complained yet. Their food was perfect, the service beyond compare—usually.

Josh raised his eyebrows when she explained which brand of sauvignon she wanted. “Excellent selection,” he replied before hurrying off to fill their order.

Rita clapped her hands together and crooned, “Oh, I’m so excited! We’re somewhat under the gun with the wedding two months away, but I’m sure you’ll get it done.”