The Unexpected First (The Unexpected Series Book 2)

Chapter Eight

“Oh, hello, beautiful,” she giggles as she takes her cup from my hand, the sound going straight to my dick.

“Usually, I don’t like being called beautiful, but from you, I’ll make an exception.” I wink at her.

”I thought it was obvious, I was talking to the coffee.” She shakes her head, laughing at my response.

“Can I come in for a minute before we head out? I need to use the facilities.”

She steps aside, allowing me into her home. I look around and see a large sectional with a fleece throw and so many pillows covering the surface I’m not sure where the cushions begin or end. Photographs cover her walls; some of her mom, some of Jack, a lot of the girls. My lips twitch when I notice there are no pictures of any men apart from her brother. The thought quickly turns sour, though, when I realize there are also no pictures of me. Although, I guess I only have one person to blame for that.

Way to go, asshole.

“It’s down the hallway to the left,” she says, dragging me from my thoughts.

I nod and place my cup on the coffee table in front of her couch. I stride down the hallway to the bathroom, stepping inside and closing the door. I empty my bladder while taking in my surroundings. I do a double-take when I notice something through the partially opened curtain, very bright and purple attached to the shower wall.

“Fuck, Ry,” I groan as I tuck myself away, attempting to avoid the aching need growing even more apparent. I hear her footsteps approaching.

“Is everything ok?” The panic in her voice startles something inside me that I’m not quite prepared for.

“Yeah, Kitten. I just saw something I wasn’t expecting.” I wink at her as I slip past her into the hall.

I hear a gasp and an audible pop as she disconnects the dildo from the shower wall. I chuckle, picking up my coffee from the table as she approaches. Her face is tinged a bright red with embarrassment.

“You ready to go?” I smirk at her. She doesn’t speak. She walks past me, grabs her coffee, and walks out the front door. I follow past her and my lips twitch into a flirtatious grin as I watch her lock her door. Her eyes flick up to meet my gaze.

“Stop looking at me like that. I’m not a kid anymore. Of course, I masturbate. Don’t try to tell me you don’t.” She rushes the words out, her embarrassment has turned into a defensive sass.

“Oh, I definitely do. Multiple times a day since I’ve been back in town.” I grab her wrist and tug her into my chest. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Kitten. My reaction was because I never pictured you to be a purple toy kind of girl.” Her sweet scent fills my senses from having her so close.

“What do you mean? What color did you-” she cuts herself off. “You know what, never mind. I’m already embarrassed enough. We don’t need to go there.”

She tries to pull away from my grasp, but I don’t release her, instead lowering my head so my lips are right next to her ear before I whisper, “I always pictured blue, since it’s my favorite color.”

She gasps and freezes in my hold. I grin against her ear before releasing her. “Time to go, Kitten. We have things to get done today.”

Once we’re back at my dad’s house, Ryan goes to where she left off yesterday without saying a word. I follow her to the linen closet and move the box closer to her, before I head to Dad’s room and start clearing out his things. I spend an hour going through the things in his dresser. I open his closet, a flood of memories crashing into me. I didn’t realize Dad kept most of Mom”s wardrobe; even her wedding dress still hung on the back of the closet door. I find her favorite sweater and take it from the hanger it’s been placed on for I don’t even know how long. I hug it to my chest. I think about her all the damn time, my heart aching for her to see what I’ve done with my life. I hated everything about this place since we found out she was sick with a brain tumor. A fucking brain tumor took out my mom when she was only thirty-six. She’d been complaining of headaches for months and refused to get checked out. She was always too busy helping Dad at the business or trekking back and forth to get me to soccer practice and games. It was a week before my fifteenth birthday. I was at a game when the police showed up to take me to the hospital. She collapsed while with my dad and had to be rushed to the ER by ambulance. There was nothing they could do. Once they found the tumor, they saw it was taking over the entire frontal cortex of her brain. She never regained consciousness, coding only ten and a half hours after arriving. I would give anything to see her again. To feel her arms around me. She always gave the best hugs.

I feel a hand rest gently against my back and jerk away. I look behind me to see Ryan standing there with a concerned expression plastered on her face.

“Grey?” she whispers. “I called for you but didn’t get a response. What’s this?”

The question passes her lips as she looks into the closet and sees what I’ve been lost in for how long? A minute? An hour?

“Oh, Grey.” She wraps her arms around my torso, pressing her cheek against my back.

I wipe my face when I realize tears are freefalling from my eyes. “I’m ok, beautiful. I just didn’t realize how much of mom’s stuff he kept in here. I always thought he got rid of her clothes.” I take a deep breath. “It’s like I’m saying goodbye to her all over again.” I unconsciously press my hand against my pec that displays the first tattoo I got, an in memoriam for my mom.

“Why are you holding your chest like that?” She gasps, jerking away from me. “Are you ok?” The worry in her voice sends a thrill to my dick, which needs to take a damn chill pill. It’s not the time.

“I didn’t even realize I did that.” I offer a small smile. “It’s the tattoo I got for Mom. I guess I hold my chest when I think of her.” I turn around and pull her into me, relishing the closeness I so desperately need at the moment.