The Right Move (Windy City, #2)

by Liz Tomforde

He lights my sister up like I’ve never seen before, allowing her to own who she is with confidence.

And I’m not going to lie, he’s become a good friend of mine as well.

“We aren’t into bras?” “We? I personally don’t love wearing one with my pajamas, but you do you.” I hold my hands up in surrender. “Judgment free zone.”

“Ever hear the phrase ‘she’s not like other girls’?” He gives a small nod of his head. “Yeah, that’s not me. I’m just like every other chick. As basic as they come. I had an Uggs phase. I had a skinny jeans phase. I like my books with romance, my coffee with more creamer than caffeine, and I even take aesthetic pictures of my food anytime I’m at a restaurant.”

“You should never have to beg someone to be ready for a future,” he says, and the words come out more tender than I think he anticipated.

Right there, on the wall opposite me is the most beautiful bed I’ve ever seen.

It’s mine. And it’s from Ryan.

“Stop looking at her,” I warn. “Go hit the showers or get to the airport or just about anything other than look at her. She’s not available.” “So, you are hitting that.” Dom nods in approval. “No, I’m not hitting that. And neither are any of you. Stop looking at her or she’ll be the last thing you ever fucking see.” “Ooooh. Protective Shay is here, and his sister is nowhere to be found. Someone write this date down. History is being made, people. Ryan Shay gives a fuck about someone other than Stevie and something other than basketball.”

“Do you want me to get on my knees and beg or something?” “Now that you say it.” She cocks her head to the side, eyes roaming my length. “I wouldn’t mind knowing what you look like on your knees, Shay.” “Indy, please.” “This is ridiculous. We can talk about it when you get home.” “Perfect. Great. All I’m asking for is one night.” “Go get me your key so I can go crash in my new expensive bed.” “What an amazing guy to buy you a bed. Probably makes you want to return a favor. He seems like a wonderful person.” Indy rolls her eyes. “He’s on my shit list at the moment.”

Fuck, she’s pretty.

“Book Boyfriend How-To.”

At this moment, I’m realizing how much I don’t know about this woman and how much I wish I did.

Parents gone wild.”

but you’re not crying over him, here or anywhere else.”

but I think selfishly I’ve wanted Indy to be here since the first night she slept in my spare room. Why else would I buy her a bed to sleep in and add vegetarian substitutes to my order every time I get groceries delivered?

I want her here. I want her to want to be here. Fuck, when did that happen?

God, she’s fucking adorable and that pisses me off.

I want to kiss her, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.

“You’re so weird about that.” “I’m not weird. You’ve just never had someone take care of you before, so you may as well get used to it.”

“Let’s go help with dinner before they think we’re in here fucking.” She raises a brow. “Trust me. If we were fucking, they’d know. I’m not very quiet.”

No one needs to be convinced. It’s fairly fucking obvious.

And holy hell, that ass.

“It’s a nice ass.” I shrug unapologetically. His chest rumbles, his voice lowering. “Trying to distract me tonight? With those heels and those lips? Because you look fucking stunning.”

“I like having you sitting so close.” I laugh. “Ryan, I just caused you to get a technical foul.”

Before I can think any further, his palms cup my face, long fingers threading into my ponytail, and his lips are on mine.

“Look how pretty that is, Blue.” “Please don’t stop.” The words are more desperate than they’ve ever been. “Never, baby.”

“Hey, Blue, I kind of missed talking to you for three days. Let’s not do that again.” “Deal.” “Add it to the fridge. With all the other deals we’ve made.”

Indy clears her throat. “See you at home.” And fuck do I love the way those words sound rolling off her tongue. “See you at home.”

“Did I buy this dress?” I nod. His throat releases a gravelly noise in satisfaction. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re a little possessive, Shay?” His chest rumbles against my back in a silent laugh. “Never. But then again, no one else has ever made me feel quite as greedy as you do.”

“Fuck it.” Rio grabs my waist, pulling me into him. “But if he hits me for this, he better at least give me an autograph too.”

“Well, Blue, you’re doing so fucking good. Do you feel us touching your pretty clit? Do you feel how swollen we’re making you? How wet you are? So good, baby.”

“Oh,” she breathes out. “Wow, that’s big.” I chuckle. “Ind, how about you come before you start inflating my ego.” “Yes, sir.” Jesus. Not helping.

“Ryan,” I call out, stopping him in the doorway. “Why are you doing this?” “Because I like taking care of people. You, especially.” He closes the door behind him.

Alex may have drained the old me, but the real me, I have plenty left to give. And I think I’d like to give the real me to Ryan if he wants it. I think he’d treat my heart with kindness.

“I was there to see you. Believe it or not, I don’t give a shit about your boss, and I couldn’t care less who you are to anyone else. To me, you’re…well, I don’t know what you are, but you’re…important. You as a person, not the player, are important to me.”

“No one has ever come into my life without just looking for what they can gain from me,” he repeats his words from last night, as if I could forget them. “Until you.”

“I want you, Ryan. I’ve always wanted you, but I didn’t know I could be so lucky to have you.” That stunning smile is back. “Then kiss me, Blue.”

“All I can think about is seeing you smile and trying to be the reason you are.”

“Trying to water those goddamn flowers just enough so I can watch your face light up when you get home.”

“Ry, do you like doing that?” “Do I like eating pussy?”

“What if I told you that every morning we had breakfast together, I thought about throwing you on the kitchen island and making a meal out of you instead? Or that every time you wore one of your pretty dresses, I was dreaming about lifting the hem over my head, falling to my knees, and tasting my roommate’s perfect little cunt.”

“Physical touch. I think your love language might be physical touch.” He blows out a sexy laugh. “Yeah, baby, I think you might be right.”

Ryan takes a seat, leaning back, one arm resting on the top of the chair. His legs are sprawled out as if he were a king waiting to get his cock sucked, and in my mind, he is.

“Now use your words and tell me exactly how you want me to fuck you for the first time.”

“I like you controlled for everyone else, but I want you unhinged for me.”

“Can you be that for me?” “I can be anything for you, baby.”

I feel free.

Grateful.

At some point, I should probably tell her that my love language is whichever one she wants it to be so she can stop guessing. I’ll make sure that girl feels loved however she needs.

She grabs his hands, hopping around on her toes, unable to contain her joy, then gives him a double thumbs-up to tell him he’s doing a good job.