Broken (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club Book 4) Page 11

  She arched her back, groaning from the intensity and signaling she wanted more. She stood up, squirming out of her jeans and revealing her black lace thong that matched the bra.

  “God, Savannah, you’re gorgeous. So fucking beautiful.”

  Now it was Ryland’s turn to use his tongue to bring Savannah the most ultimate pleasure she could have with it. Her back was against the wall and her one long leg was lifted up on a chair, making her fully accessible. She squirmed with pleasure as she felt her juices flowing and realized that she was going to have a full blown orgasm from Ryland’s tongue.

  As she was exploding he gently nibbled at the outside of her, making it the most intensive oral orgasm she’d ever experienced in her life. His hand kept massaging her afterward, keeping her stimulated and wanting more. His small finger slowly slid into her other entry as he kept going, shocking her at first, but once she relaxed she began to feel the pleasure of a double-o coming her way. She embraced it, wanting to experience these exciting emotions with the man she loved –the man that loved her.

  Savannah was so captivated by the intense sexual energy that Ryland was delivering she could barely get the thought out that she hadn’t pleased him at all. In fact, he was still fully dressed and just attending to her every sexual whim, urge, and desire.

  She began to slide down to her knees, wanting to undress him. He put his hand up, telling her to stop, but she smiled wickedly. “I don’t think so. One good O deserves another, I’d say.” Then she leaned in and kissed him, tasting her satisfaction on his lips and longing to taste and feel every bit of him with her mouth, hands, and any other part she could find to participate.

  With his help, Savannah and Ryland ripped off his clothes quickly and aggressively. His massive erection sprung to life and she paused, staring at one of the greatest sources of sexual pleasure she’d ever experienced, and wasted no time on slowly sliding down onto his shaft with a wide open mouth that was soon filled with a massive cock. As his girth filled her mouth, she slid all the way down on him, slowly moving up and down, using her tongue to touch his most sensitive areas as she did so. He tasted so good…so desirable. His musky man-ness was so hot and she wanted more…needed more.

  As she went down on him, she could feel her clit and entire insides throbbing, desiring more so badly. She knew that if she didn’t have him at that moment she’d be doing both of them a disservice.

  Savannah stood up, right over Ryland, and grabbed her breast to lick it. He groaned, “Oh…you’re killin’ me, baby.”

  “Yeah?” she said, smiling wickedly at him. Then she proceeded to go down slowly, but surely, sliding right onto his cock and starting to ride him like he was her horse. She moved up and down, back and forth, placing her arms around his neck and then behind her – anything to feel him inside every part of her and keep her next orgasm mounting…building tension.

  When she was arching back Ryland used her juices to slide his thumb into her other entry and she couldn’t believe the thrill of it as she gyrated back and forth, taking it in and realizing that she was about to have the most wild orgasm of her life.

  “Yes, yes, you’re almost there. Damn, you’re so fucking hot when you’re coming. Come for me, Savannah. Come!” Ryland commanded and she obliged, shaking as she released and breathing heavily. Her sweat saturated strands of hair stuck to her face, making her look like an untamed woman – a goddess with savage needs.

  Savannah looked at Ryland and leaned in to kiss him deeply, not holding back her euphoria and joy at what she’d just experienced.

  “Now you,” she said simply, yet equally demanding. “Where do you want me?”

  “Everywhere,” Ryland responded. He leapt up, taking Savannah’s hand, and led her over to his dining room table. He guided her hands onto its shiny surface and told her to bend over. She did, anticipating how deeply his cock would go into her from that angle.

  At first he teased her slightly, just tickling her labia’s with his hard-on and barely entering her, then pulling back.

  “Please,” she moaned.

  His response? He slapped her ass just enough to sting it.

  “Yes!” she shouted.

  “You’re insatiable.”

  “Is that a problem, Mr. Roth?” Savannah asked, turning her head ever so slightly.

  “No, not a problem, but a turn-on. I am trying to control myself here, not just come in an instant. It’s not very easy to do because you are so hot…the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “Show me,” Savannah challenged.

  “As you wish,” he replied, plunging his cock into her easily and without warning.

  She squealed, delightfully surprised at its forceful entry and immediately feeling the sexual rewards that happened as a result. His cock can do anything, she thought.

  Holding her hips firmly and thrusting them backward as he thrust forward, Ryland continued to plunge into her with all he had and she took it with all she had. It was immediately like her personal drug…she wanted it and would do anything. There was nothing the man could do to her sexually that she wouldn’t embrace. His drive, his stamina, his hot body, and his sweaty intensity were all stimulation to the Nth degree.

  “Savannah, it’s time. I’m coming inside of you. Oh my god…”

  Savannah felt the molten hotness of his release inside of her and she came too, feeling such a surge of emotions that she thought she was going to fall right over. Ryland must have felt the same way because he leaned over, tickling her back with his perfectly proportioned chest hairs. They both remained still, not saying a word, but she could feel his heart beat against hers and it felt so good…it was right and she was right where she belonged.

  For an unknown amount of time, Savannah and Ryland roamed and explored places and positions that neither had ever thought of before, sometimes reaching orgasm and sometimes just pleasuring, but it connected them in a way that was undeniably going to be a part of their chemistry…their ability as a couple to live their lives together to the fullest. It was assumed, not even needing to be spoken.

  Eventually they fell asleep in each other’s arms on the dining room floor. Microwave dinners were scattered everywhere, their clothes were strewn about, but the two of them were perfectly comfortable and happy from the sexual feast they’d had; the union of their emotions into an intense rock-your-world experience.

  Savannah eventually woke to the bright morning sun shining in her eyes. As she looked around, smiling blissfully still from all the pleasure from the night before, Ryland awoke too.

  “Good morning. I trust you slept well.”

  “Never better,” Savannah said.

  “Excellent.”

  In Savannah’s heart, she wanted to remain on that floor forever, but her mind drifted to the storm from the night before and she looked at Ryland with a big smile on her face. “I suppose we’d better go check out the island and see what damage the storm caused.”

  “Now?”

  “Well maybe not quite now,” Savannah said.

  Without another word, the two were entangled in each other, enjoying a morning orgasm, which proved to be the perfect jolt to start the day – better than a glass of OJ, they both agreed.

  As they were finishing getting dressed, Miss Baker walked into the door and froze. Her eyes were like laser beams, but Savannah just smiled. She suddenly wasn’t angry with her any longer, but felt bad for her. She couldn’t blame her for wanting Ryland Roth to herself because he was perfect, but alas, it wasn’t meant to be and there was nothing she could do about that.

  “Miss Baker, good morning,” Ryland began. He was smiling brightly and looking sexy charming. “I was hoping to get to you before you arrived back from the mainland. Why don’t you meet me in my office.”

  “Yes, Mr. Roth,” she said. Her voice was quiet and she definitely sported an oh shit look on her face.

  “I’ll get us some breakfast,” Savannah offered, going off to the kitchen. She didn’t know what was going to
happen, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t be good. It made her feel guilty…almost. After all, she hadn’t done anything manipulative. She’d just found someone that she wanted to be with and that she loved….SHE LOVED. The words were music to her ears and she hummed along, making breakfast.

  A short time later, Ryland was back in and Savannah looked at him, eager to find out what their conversation was about. Then she heard a door slam and didn’t need to ask any further.

  “Is she okay?”

  “She’ll be fine. She’ll be getting a recommendation from Ryland Roth after all.”

  “What did you tell her?” Savannah asked, wide eyed and curiously.

  “That one woman controlling me was enough,” he said, leaning in to kiss Savannah.

  “Very funny, yet I like the sounds of that,” Savannah murmured through the lips pressed against hers.

  A half hour later, Savannah was showering, preparing for a day of exploring the island, when she realized how truly lucky she was. You see, there was no formula for love or how to meet the right one, but when it happened it couldn’t be denied and no amount of stormy weather could stop it from happening. It was good…and the future held promise to be even better.

  Epilogue

  Island life had always been one that was sold as fun and play…living carefree and dancing the days away to Jimmy Buffet tunes. Savannah couldn’t completely disagree with that, but what people forgot to share was how darn much work it was to clean up an island after a major storm swept through it. It was northern California, so was it a hurricane? No, but it had been one monster storm season.

  Coordinating the clean-up efforts while Ryland found a way to relocate his office from the mainland to the island was challenging. Planning the perfect island wedding, which was to literally take place within a few days of the estimated completion of clean-up was maddening, but all was still better than it had ever been for Ryland and Savannah.

  Ryland decided that he was in the mood for big celebrations, even inviting all the BBBBC’ers and their spouses or significant others to the wedding. Usually he didn’t go for that type of thing and when Savannah asked him why, he casually responded, “I want to show the boys my greatest accomplishment ever.” Like most of his wildly romantic compliments, a great quickie followed that gave them both a boost to take care of the rest of their business more quickly.

  Savannah was tending to all the horses, while coordinating the efforts. Street Smarts was doing wonderfully and both Ryland and Savannah agreed that it wouldn’t be too eccentric to have a colt for a ring bearer at their wedding. After all, it was that horse that had brought them together, immediately discrediting each other’s resistance that they’d be perfect together. Okay, so they were right!

  Finally, the wedding day arrived and the island looked immaculate – cleaned from the storm and free of every box elder tree and root that was on it. Savannah was so excited to meet the rest of Ryland’s friends, which she’d heard so much about, and see Taryn. Her dad had arrived a few days earlier, completely awe-struck by the island and happy to pitch in wherever was necessary. Ryland was good at giving him just what he wanted though. He mentioned the type of sea bass that could be caught off the one side of the island and that was it – dad was on a mission to catch and fillet sea bass for Ryland and Savannah. He came up with enough to last them a few years, making them both laugh.

  A wedding at sunset was what both Ryland and Savannah wanted. It didn’t matter that Taryn and Sylvain had done the same thing, but it was such a beautiful and tranquil setting that they could see no better way to start their life together as Mr. and Mrs. Ryland Roth. Roth Stables had recently hired a new vet too – the future Mrs. Ryland Roth. Savannah had told Ryland it wouldn’t be necessary, but he told her that he always wanted her to feel what she wished to feel despite his willingness to lasso the moon if she requested it.

  After the wedding was the time for friends to have fun and celebrate. There was to be horseback riding, lounging by the pool, volleyball, hiking, fishing (as guided by Savannah’s dad), and anything else that could be done in the beautiful paradise. It was so much fun and it gave Savannah a great chance to hang out with Taryn and get to know Sylvain better too.

  Suddenly Taryn started to feel queasy on a ride one day though and Sylvain leaned in, so worried about his beautiful wife. “Perhaps we should get you inside. Maybe you drank a bit too much.”

  “I haven’t been drinking,” Taryn said.

  “Then we’d better get you to a doctor,” Sylvain said, showing panic immediately.

  “I’m going on Monday. The reason I’m queasy is because we’re going to have a baby.”

  Sylvain, the usually calm and collected billionaire, looked like he was going to pass out, but then his excitement set in as he absorbed the words. “We’re going to have a baby! We’re going to have a baby!” He hugged Taryn, then reprimanded her to get off the horse so she didn’t get hurt.

  She laughed, telling him that they were going to have problems if he was that over-protective. Then she added, “Besides, Savannah and Ryland – the godparents – will make sure I behave.”

  “Us?” Savannah and Ryland said, looking shocked.

  “Who else? It was sort of destined to be that we’d all be together, I believe.”

  “I couldn’t agree more,” Ryland said. He leaned in to Savannah and smiled through sparkly eyes. “Please don’t give me a heart attack whenever you deliver me that type of news.”

  “How do you want me to tell you?” Savannah asked, looking curiously at him.

  “Just say, ‘Honey, I’ve got something to tell you. We’re having a baby.’ I’ll be much better off for it.”

  “Like this, “Honey, I’ve got something to tell you. We’re having a baby.’ Did I do it right?”

  “Yes,” Ryland replied, looking at Savannah curiously.

  “Excellent. Looks like we have some more planning to do,” Savannah said. Then she looked at Taryn and winked. The two had it planned the entire time, knowing how great it would be to have children the same age – something they used to joke about in college.

  And the rest, as they say, was to be history in the making.

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  More BBBBC Books from Rachel Angel:

  Bidding on the Billionaire (Bad Boy Billionaire Bachelors Club #1)

  http://www.amazon.com/Bidding-Billionaire-Boys-Bachelors-Club-ebook

  Movie Merger (Bad Boy Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club #2)

  Buying the Billionaire (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club #3)

  Broken (Bad Boys Billionaire Bachelors Club #4)

  You’re holding it!