Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5)(23)

How did anyone f*cking sleep in the city?

He slid his feet off the couch and onto the floor as he sat up again. Maybe he’d just take a walk around and double check the locks on the windows and doors. Not that he hadn’t checked them all twice at least.

As he passed by Megan’s closed bedroom door, he heard a familiar buzzing sound. Ryder remembered the sound from happier times with his wife. A vibrator. Probably a Hitachi like the one he and Sherry had used.

The image of Megan lying naked in bed, pinching her nipple while using a vibrator on herself just about made him come in his jeans. He forced himself away from her door to do what he’d set out to, but all he could think about was the look of pleasure on her face when she came.

After checking the garage and heading back down the hall, he tried to walk as quickly as possible by her door. Her mewling sounds told him the tension was building up to what would be one hell of an orgasm. Ryder tried not to think about her nipples pebbling earlier.

Or the hardness of her clit as the vibrator sent tremors through her body.

Sweet Jesus.

Not that he could think of anything else.

He forced himself away from her door and back into the living room. Lying on the couch again, he tried to banish the images of Megan pleasuring herself from his mind, but damned if he could. He removed his jeans and stretched out again, but soon found himself reaching for his hard-on and stroking it. He didn’t need a magazine or a movie. All he needed was the image of Megan, her vibrator stroking her clit. Perhaps a finger or two rammed up inside her…

The sticky, warm cum spilled over his hand as he came for the first time in longer than he could remember. Harder than he had since he’d made love to his ex before his last deployment. He reached for the sheet and cleaned himself up. Laundry detail would be on his agenda in the morning. He didn’t want Megan knowing he’d jacked off on her couch. He wadded the sheet up and tossed it on the floor.

His eyelids grew heavy as his body relaxed into the cushions. Maybe he could sleep a bit tonight after all.

*

Megan pressed the Hitachi to her clit again, her pelvis jolting upward as she imagined Ryder’s mouth on her nipple. The scratchiness of his five-o’clock shadow only heightened her senses. A moan escaped, and she glanced toward the door. Closed. She pulled the powerful vibrator away from her most sensitive spot and let it rest against the opening of her vagina.

So empty. Not that she’d ever been filled, but tonight, she had never felt so empty.

Oh, Ryder.

She closed her eyes and let the feelings engulf her. As a teen, she’d read books and seen movies and imagined finding that perfect man to be her first and only lover, but the older she got, the less she thought that time would ever come. She chose quality in the life she had over what might be some day.

But her chosen path was a solitary one. How had this man ignited feelings she’d thought she could so easily suppress. Her battery-operated boyfriends were a pale substitute for the sexy man sleeping in the living room. So not fair. But if she came on to him, he’d probably run as fast as possible to his hideaway in the mountains.

Not wanting to postpone her orgasm any longer, she moved the Hitachi back to her clit and nearly moaned aloud with need as she rode the wave up and over in a mad rush.

Oh, oh, oh!

And done. Too fast, but she needed this. Now.

Coming quietly wasn’t her preference, either, but she’d never be able to face Ryder over the breakfast table if she thought he’d heard her masturbating in her bedroom.

After slowly returning to earth, she sat up and unplugged the toy. A quick trip to the bathroom to clean it, and she stored it in her nightstand drawer before crawling back to bed. Her hand moved to her erect right nipple and pulled. Man, she still wasn’t satisfied. The thought of Ryder nibbling, biting, pulling on her nipples just made her want to come all over again. Most times a good orgasm with her vibrator would last her for days, even a week.

Megan would never manage to sleep tonight, despite how little rest she’d had over the past two days. She picked up the book on photography techniques from her nightstand. Normally this would entertain her for hours, but after a few pages, she caught herself about to nod off. Rather than fight it, she shut the book, set it on the far side of the bed, and closed her eyes. She curled onto her side and surrendered.

“Take cover!”





Chapter Eight





Megan’s eyes shot open, and she bolted up in bed. Ryder? Had someone broken in again? Why was this happening? She reached for the nightstand drawer and moved her vibrator aside to retrieve her much more lethal handgun. No way was she going to let either of them be hurt.

One thing Patrick had made sure of before she was nineteen was that she knew how to fire a weapon. She probably would have learned sooner, but their mother wanted no guns in her home. They understood after learning of the incident that put their mother in a wheelchair and took her first husband’s life.

She listened for more from Ryder, but heard only silence. The blood rushed in her ears as adrenalin surged through her body. Was he okay? Needing to check on him, she crept to the door and opened it, thankful it didn’t squeak. Taking the pistol in both hands, she swept the hallway, but saw no one.

“Report!”

Oh, Ryder. A sick feeling gnawed at the pit of her stomach. Less concerned about being under attack from outside forces, she relaxed her arms. Inching toward the living room, she scanned the room quickly to be sure. Ryder was under attack from within. He was in the throes of a nightmare—or night terror.