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“I’m not complaining.” His arms tightened
around her. “But I do know a place where we could be more comfortable.”

She lifted her head so she could see his
face. “Where?”

“My house.”

Alaina hadn’t expected an invitation to his
home. “Your house?”

“Yeah. I can shower, then we can sit in the
middle of my bed and eat those quadruple chocolate brownies you brought. Maybe
some of the crumbs will fall on your breasts and I can lick them off.”

He bobbled his eyebrows, which made Alaina
laugh. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

“Then get off me, woman, so we can get
dressed.”

Thinking about Rye licking brownie crumbs
off her breasts gave Alaina new strength. She climbed off Rye and gathered up
her clothes. It took her longer to dress than normal since she kept sneaking
peeks at his body as he pulled on his clothes.

God, he was gorgeous.

After she finished dressing, she gathered
up the rest of the food items and the basket. Rye folded up the blanket and
draped it over his arm. “Ready to go?”

Alaina headed for the doorway, but stopped
when cold air flowed over her. Goose bumps popped up on her skin. “Do you feel
that?”

“Feel what?”

“The cold air.” When he continued to look
confused, Alaina huffed out a breath. “Don’t tell me you didn’t feel it
again
.”

“Alaina, I didn’t feel any cold air. It’s
cooling off in here, but it isn’t cold by any stretch of the imagination.”

“Look at this.” She lifted her arm so he
could see the bumps on her arm. “Explain these.”

Rye shrugged. “You’re probably just excited
at the thought of going home with me.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure that’s it,” she said,
somehow managing not to roll her eyes.

He grinned. “I like the thought of giving
you goose bumps.” Wrapping one arm around her waist, he tugged her close and
gave her a quick kiss. “And lots of orgasms.”

He said the last sentence right into her
ear, which sent those little bumps scattering over her body again. Maybe Rye
was right and it was simply a reaction to being with him. The last time she’d
felt cold air here in the turret, she’d attributed it to her excitement over
seeing Kenneth’s plans.

She did get goose bumps when she was
excited. That had to be the explanation for why she’d felt cold air when Rye
didn’t.

She started down the stairs with Rye right
behind her. Perhaps she had no other explanation, but she did have a feeling
that there was something in the turret, calling to her.

Or maybe some
one
.

Chapter Ten

April 20, 1937

Laura was so excited when she came home
today. I saw her talking to him earlier in the store, but had been helping one
of the Sullivan sisters and couldn’t hear what he said to Laura. She told me he
offered her a tutoring job with his son, Patrick. Patrick is thirteen and has a
lot of trouble with mathematics. Laura is only two years older than Patrick,
but she’s brilliant, easily the smartest person in school. I can understand why
he would want her to help his son.

I still don’t trust him. I think it’s
just an excuse to get closer to Laura.

* * * * *

It had been a long time since Rye had invited
a woman to his home. He realized that as he unlocked the back door. His mom
made the rounds to her sons’ houses every Wednesday to clean, but she hadn’t
been here this week. She wasn’t due home until Sunday from visiting her
parents. He’d changed the sheets on his bed Wednesday because she hadn’t been
here to do it, but little else had been done since he’d spent most of his time
at Stevens House this week.

“I’m not promising how clean it is,” he
said, opening the door that led into the mudroom. “My mom wasn’t here this
week.”

“Your
mother
cleans your house?”

“Yeah.” He sat on the small bench built
into the wall and pulled off his work boots. “She’s been cleaning houses in
Lanville for about six years. She said it gives her something to do since none
of her sons have made her a grandmother yet.”

“At least you get your house cleaned for
free.”

Rye laughed. “No way. Dax and Griff and I
pay her just like everyone else in town. She said she took care of us until we
left home. Now we can afford to pay her the same as we’d pay any other
housekeeper.”

Alaina’s eyes twinkled with humor. “I think
I like your mother.”

“I’ve no doubt of that.” He stood and took
her hand. “This way.”

He led her down a short hallway, past the
laundry room, and into the kitchen. A quick glance at the cabinets showed him
they were clean, but dishes were still piled in the sink. “I can hear my mom’s
voice now, telling me I never know when someone might stop by and should never
have dirty dishes in the sink.”

“Now I
know
I like your mother.”

“I guess your house is always spotless,
since three women live there.”

She released a combination between a laugh
and a snort that had Rye grinning. “We keep the living room and kitchen clean
because you never know when someone might stop by.” He laughed at her repeating
what he’d said. “Just don’t look in our bedrooms, and for
sure
don’t
look under the beds or in the closets. There may be something growing in the
bottom of my closet. I’m afraid to look and find out for sure.”

Before Rye could say anything, she spoke
again. “Okay, I take that back. You could look under Kelcey’s bed or in her
closet. She is a neat freak. Everything is always right where it’s supposed to
be in her bedroom.”

“But not you or Emma?”

“Emma’s better than I am. I tend
to…misplace things. If I can find my cell phone more than two days in a row,
I’m on a roll.”

Rye laughed again. He liked Alaina’s sense
of humor and the way she wasn’t afraid to tell him something imperfect about
herself. He set the picnic basket on the kitchen table. “Help yourself to
whatever you want. There’s wine and beer in the fridge, harder stuff in the
great room bar. I’m gonna shower off the five pounds of dirt I’m wearing.”

He peeled his shirt over his head while
walking toward his bedroom. He paused only long enough to lay his belt and
wallet on the dresser, then continued into his bathroom.

The step-in shower stall was twice the size
of an average one. When Rye’s dad designed the house, Rye told him he wanted a
decadent shower. Six jets plus a handheld showerhead meant water hit him from
every angle. There were times when he’d simply stand still and let the water
pulse on his body, relaxing the tight muscles. He couldn’t stay in here as long
as he usually did since Alaina waited for him. Unable to resist the pleasure
for a few moments, he closed his eyes and tilted his head back.

A warm, naked body at his back had his eyes
flying open. Firm breasts pressed against his back, soft hands slid around his
sides to splay over his stomach.

Alaina nipped his shoulder blade. “I
thought you might like some company.”

His cock liked that idea. Despite the
powerful orgasm a short time ago, it immediately responded to the feel of
Alaina’s body.

“I like your shower.” One hand slid up his
chest, the other slid down to wrap around his shaft. “The jets are
very…invigorating, aren’t they?”

Rye laid his hands over hers. “Your touch
is invigorating.”

“Apparently so.” She gripped him more
firmly, moved her hand up and down as he grew harder. “I like the way you feel
in my hand.”

He arched his hips to drive his rod against
her palm. She abruptly released him and stepped back so she no longer touched
him. “How about if I wash your back?”

Wash his back? That wasn’t what needed
attention right now.

Rye looked at her over his shoulder. Her
wet hair lay over her breasts. Water rushed over her arms, down her stomach and
through the auburn curls on her mound. Her hard nipples peeked between the
strands of her hair.

She looked so sexy, she stole his breath.

She picked up his washcloth and squeezed a
generous amount of liquid soap on it. “Lean your hands against the wall and
I’ll wash your back.”

There would be time for him to take her in
every position he could imagine. For now, he would do as she said. Leaning
forward, he rested his palms against the wall.

She ran the soapy cloth slowly over his
shoulders, under his arms. It passed over his shoulders again before she
dragged it down his back in a figure eight motion. It continued over each cheek
of his ass, then between the cleft. Rye clenched his buttocks when she passed
over his anus.

“Did I hit a sensitive spot?”

She passed the cloth over his anus again.
He moaned at the combination of her rubbing that bundle of nerves combined with
her rubbing her breasts across his back.

The cloth disappeared, to be replaced with
her soapy fingers. She circled the tender hole, over and over. Rye spread his
legs another few inches to give her more room.

“You like this, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” One finger pushed inside him. “
Jesus
,
Alaina.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” he croaked.

She added a second finger and started
pumping them in, out, in, out. He’d been with women who enjoyed anal play, but
they hadn’t returned it to him. He’d never realized how incredible it felt.

When she pushed her fingers even deeper, Rye
lost it. Spinning around, he grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the
wall. He ground his cock into her stomach as he gave her an open-mouth,
tongue-dueling kiss. She returned it, wrapping one leg around his hips to pull
him closer. Rye bent his knees so his cock slid between her legs. He pumped his
hips, sliding his hard flesh against her silky folds.

The whimper from her throat had him ready
to fuck her, when he realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. He ended the kiss and
buried his face in her neck. “We have to stop.”

“What?” Her voice sounded as breathless as
his. “No! Don’t stop, please.”

He lifted his head to look at her. “I don’t
bring condoms into the shower.”

“Oh.” She closed her eyes, the
disappointment evident on her face. She soon opened her eyes again and looked
directly into his. “I haven’t been with a man in almost two years. What about
you?”

His gaze passed over her hair, her face.
She was so gorgeous. “I haven’t been intimate with anyone in several months.”

“Then there’s no reason why we have to
stop.”

“Birth control?”

“I get a shot every three months. I had one
two weeks ago.”

Rye studied her eyes. They were open and
stared into his. He believed her. For the first time in three years, he was
going to take a chance and trust a woman.

Bending his knees a bit more, he thrust
into her pussy. Alaina dug her fingernails into his shoulders and threw back
her head. Rye gripped her thighs and lifted her so he could thrust deeper. The
water poured over them, steam billowed around their bodies. He thrust, circled
his hips, thrust again. Her soft skin touching him, those incredible breasts
pressed to his chest, her warm breath in his ear…everything combined to drag
him closer to a climax much sooner than he wanted. Alaina needed to come before
he found his release.

And he knew exactly what to do to help her.

Rye pulled out of Alaina and dropped to his
knees. He spread her labia with his thumbs and swiped his tongue the full
length.

“Rye.” Her voice came out shaky. Her
fingers tangled in his hair. “That feels so good.”

Auburn curls covered her mound, but her
labia were shaven smooth. Her swollen clit peeked out from beneath its hood,
cream oozed from her channel. Rye licked the entire length again, then settled
his mouth over her clit. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue, stroked it,
sucked it. He speared her pussy with his tongue before returning to her clit.

She gasped. “There. Yes,
there
.”

He knew she was close by her harsh
breathing, the undulation of her hips, the way she spread her legs for him. Rye
ran his tongue up and down the folds, across her clit. She shivered each time
he touched the sensitive area.

Grabbing handfuls of his hair, she held his
head in one place. “Lick me there. Right
there
.
Yes
!”

He surged to his feet and kissed her while he
thrust inside her again. Her pussy pulsed around his cock as she came.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her
arms around his neck, parted her lips for his tongue. He began to pound into
that tight, wet channel that fit perfectly around his shaft. Her kisses turned
hotter, more demanding. Rye gave her everything he could, driving her up the
shower wall with every pump of his hips. His balls tightened, drew up close to
his body. He wouldn't be able to hold back much longer.