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“I’m right, aren’t I? You’re ready to spill.” “Fuck you.” “A-ha!” He points at me with a large grin. “I knew it, you’re ready.”
“As your personal doctor who is concerned with the color of your balls, I’m simply prescribing a way to take care of yourself other than using your hand.”
“Fuck, you’re big,” she says as she wiggles against me. “Can you handle me?” I ask as I bring my lips down her jaw to her neck. “That’s not the question you should be asking,” she says as she tilts her head to the side. “What should I be asking?” “You should be asking it the other way around . . . if you can handle me.”
In fact, he was anything but a dud . . . not to be cheesy, but he was more like a stud. That man knows how to fuck.
“Bower,” I complain and nudge her with my foot. “You ruined me.” She shakes her head. “No, Ryland Rowley ruined you. I just encouraged you.”
And I let the man spank me. Spank. Me.
“Please, Ryland, please take care of her for me. Give her a beautiful and special life. Teach her everything I would teach her. Love her the way I would love her. And please keep my memory deep in her heart.”
She loves holding my hand. She loves skipping while I walk. And she loves just . . . being with me. I don’t get it. I’m not sure I ever will. But fuck, am I thankful.
“For someone who has licked your pussy, I would say nothing is too personal at this point.”
And not just because it was a long time before her that I had sex, but because I feel alive when I’m inside her. With her. Everything about her is like a siren call to me.
“You might not want to be shielded, but you sure as hell will be shielded by me. Don’t fight me on it.”
It’s safe to say that I’m addicted to her, and I don’t see that ending anytime soon. It’s only going to get worse.
“But seriously, you’re the best sex I’ve ever had.” I press my lips together and stare at the TV for a few seconds. Then, I loll my head to the side and say, “Sex will never be the same after you.” That brings a huge smile to her face, and that’s all I can ask for.
“The answer is no. I don’t want to leave you alone. I want to be there for you. I want to hold your hand. I want to capture the moment of you watching your brother play his first big league game so he can watch it over and over and see how much pride you have for him. I want to make the day special for you because you deserve it. But I also want you to be comfortable, so if that means I step aside, I act as the driver, and that’s it, then I’ll do that too. I just want you to be happy, taken care of . . . protected.”
I needed this to push me to what I’ve been trying to avoid. She’s it. She’s what I want. And there is no way in hell I can go another day without her knowing.
Is this what it feels like to start the path to . . . to loving someone?
I think I might be in a whole lot of trouble where she’s concerned.
“Torture me. Make me beg,” I tell her.
“You won’t regret it. Just fucking say it.” She shifts, and after a few seconds, she finally says, “I’m falling in love with you, Ryland.” Fucking music to my ears. I press my forehead to hers and whisper, “I’m falling in love with you, too.”
Um, can we pause for a second because did you hear what he said about the married thing? Not . . . yet. Cue the girly screams.
He’s jealous because his life isn’t where he wants it to be. Those words are not about you. They’re a reflection of him. You, my love, are perfect.” My love.
