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“Now I know exactly how you’ll sound when you say that while I’m buried deep inside of you.”
“I don’t ever want to hear you refer to yourself as a whore again.”
“Hey, Ryles?” “Yeah, Ace?” “I told you you wouldn’t be able to resist me.”
The only fear I have is that which I’ve created for myself,
Nothing like I expected and yet everything I anticipated.
“Because I want to know who’s standing in my way.”
“Whose ass I have to kick before I can make it official.”
“Once I fuck you, Rylee—it’s official, you’re mine and only mine.”
“Don’t you feel it, Rylee? This...” he gestures a hand between him and me “...this charge we have here? The electricity we have when we’re together is way too strong to ignore.”
“Aren’t you the least bit curious how good it will be? If it’s this electrifying with just the brush of our skin against each other, can you imagine what it will be like when I’m buried inside of you?”
“Rylee, you are my best friend, my ride
off into the sunset, my breath of fresh air. Will you marry me?”
“Sometimes our journeys in life seem to take forever to get to the culmination of our efforts—to achieving the goal. And once we do, it goes so fast and then it’s over.” He shrugs, surprising me with his introspection. “We forget that the journey is the best part. The reason for taking the ride. What we learn the most from.”
“Who did this to you, sweetheart? Who hurt you this badly?”
An angel fighting through the darkness or a devil breaking into the light?
“I bet he fucks like he drives—a little reckless, pushing all the limits, and in it until the very last lap.”
Her words make me bite my bottom lip at the thought of him hovering over me, sinking into me, filling me.
Ryles—Thanks for the unexpected picnic. Since you seem most comfortable telling me what you think through music, I’ll do the same. Luke Bryan, “I Don’t Want This Night to End”—take it for what it is. *Ace
“Not inconsequential, Rylee. You could never be inconsequential.”
“I want to take my time with you, Rylee. I want to build you up nice and slow and sweet like you need. Push you to crash over that edge. And then I want to fuck you the way I need to. Fast and hard until you’re screaming my name. The way I’ve wanted to since you fell out of that storage closet and into my life.”
“Don’t worry, Colton, you crossed the finish line and took the checkered flag,”
Because he matters. Because this matters.
He is my fire on a cold night, the sun warming my skin on a cool spring morning, the wind caressing my face on an autumn day—he is everything that makes me feel alive, and whole, and beautiful. And desired.
Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.”
trying to control the uncontrollable,
“You intoxicate me, Rylee.”
Ace Thomas,”
“Oh, sweetheart, you taste sweet enough already.” He bites at the cotton candy hanging between my lips, purposefully nipping my bottom lip, pulling on it. The quick bite of pain is replaced by a quick lick of his tongue.
“Baby, I’ve already seen yours,”
“Didn’t your momma ever tell you that playing hard to get is a surefire way to get the man you want?”
“You wanna play hardball, sweetheart? Welcome to the big leagues.”
“You make me need, Rylee,”
“I want to feel you on me, Rylee. Nothing between us,”
“Can you trust me when I tell you that I’ve been tested? That I always use protection. Have never had sex without it. That I’m clean.”
“You. What you are? What we are? It scares the shit out of me.”
“I scare you? Shit, Colton, I just let you tie me up, blindfold me, and have your way with me on the kitchen counter. A man I’ve only known for two weeks when I’ve only been with one other person before! And. I. Scare. You?”
“Sometimes you need to crash a couple of times to learn your mistakes, and then when the smoke clears, sometimes you’re better off in the end. Lesson learned in case there is a next time.”
Sensibility slips through my fingers like sand when I am near him.
think about how soft your skin is. The feeling of your body against mine. Of it under mine. How you tighten around me when I’m buried in you …”
“But. I. Want. You. Rylee. No. One. Else.”
“No, seriously, what’s up, sweetheart?” Why do I love when he calls me that? Why does it make me feel like I’m special to him?
“I want you, Rylee. Any way I can have you.”
“It’s scary how easily I can get lost in you.”
“Why does it bug me? Why does the thought of you with someone else drive me absolutely crazy?”
“I want to taste you, Colton.”
“Oh, sweetheart,”
And in this moment, I am completely and utterly his.
“I like seeing you in my surroundings, in my shirt, with my dog … more than I ever could’ve imagined.”
“That’s a first for me, Rylee.”
“There you are, sitting in the garden, clutching my coffee, calling me sugar. You called me sugar.”
