21. Ryan
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Ryan
“Touch me,” she whispers between whimpers, and I let out a low growl.
“I don’t want to force you…”
“Please, Ryan, I need you to touch me.”
This wasn’t the plan, but, fuck, how could I refuse it?
My hands release the gripping hold they had on the couch cushions, and I place them on her waist. The heat of her skin seeps through her shirt.
I help lead her hips while biting my lip.
My cock is rock hard, straining against the thin sports shorts I have on.
My plan was to keep this safe. I wanted to help her with her column and let her know she had nothing to be embarrassed about.
But as I feel her wetness while she rubs herself over my thigh, her moans and whimpers pushing me to the edge of release, I realize there’s nothing safe about this.
The way her eyes had changed after hearing my command was enough to send blood to my groin.
And this, this is enough to make me detonate.
I only see her back, yet the way she grinds that tight little ass on me is an image I’ll be thinking about for years to come. Her movements turn uncoordinated, her moans growing louder.
I let out a hiss when she unknowingly places her hand on my crotch.
My cock twitches with need, desperate for her touch.
She rubs it roughly, and my hands slip under her shirt, unable to hold a semblance of control.
They travel up to her perky breasts, finding perfect hardened nubs.
Fucking shit. Her moan is breathy, and I clench my ass cheeks to stop myself from coming.
Still, when her head falls back, her thighs shaking with her orgasm, mine is unable to be stopped.
I come in my pants like a virgin touching a girl for the first time, pleasure rumbling through me.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when she practically jumps up off my leg.
She turns, her face flushed and her hair messy from what we just did.
Her eyes connect to the wet patch on my thigh, and her face turns into a horrified expression.
“I’m so…I’m sorry. I wasn’t...”
There’s no time to get my bearings, she’s already spiraling. I stand up, lifting her chin with my finger.
“Stop.” She listens immediately, her mouth closing. “Don’t fucking apologize for the hottest thing that ever happened to me.” She scoffs, rolling her eyes, so I grip her chin a hair harder. “I’m fucking serious, Paige. Don’t do that. Seeing how wet you are makes me feral. Feral.”
Her resigned look shows me she doesn’t trust me. This time, I drop her chin lower.
“Maybe you should take a better look. If you don’t trust my words, maybe you’ll believe the way I came in my pants like a fucking teenager seeing you use my body for your pleasure.
” It’s not something I was planning to share but making her believe this is too important.
“Maybe you should remember how hard my cock was under your touch.”
“That was your cock?”
“Yes, Paige. That was my cock that you were gripping with all your force, and I’ll be imagining your hand any time I jerk off for the rest of my life. So, stop being embarrassed and get to writing.” Her mouth parts, and I barely resist pulling her in for a kiss.
Instead, I tap her nose with my finger and make my way to my room. We crossed the line. There’s no point in destroying it fully.
My pulse is still through the roof, my breathing heavy as I recover from what just happened.
The suggestion to help her escaped on its own.
It wasn’t planned or strategic. But once I said it, it became an obsession.
I can’t believe her dick of an ex refused to eat her out since it’s pretty much all I can think about.
I take a quick shower to wipe off the evidence of what transpired, but there’s no way to erase it from my mind. Not that I’d want to.
This was probably an awful idea. Our parents are getting married.
We’ll be connected for a long time. The thought would typically fill me with stress, making my head swell with tension, but there’s no stress to be found.
Instead, there’s a flutter in my stomach, a feeling like I can’t sit still.
I also now sport a permanent boner, making my plan of going to the beach impossible.
Freshly showered, I drop onto the bed, grabbing Parker’s book. The further I read, the more I realize how deceiving the cover is. The book is dirty. Filthy. It makes what transpired between Paige and me look like child’s play.
It gives me all sorts of ideas. She liked me calling the shots. There was a drop to her shoulders, a loosening of her jaw, showing me how much my words affected her. She wanted me to lead her. And I loved being the one to do it.
The book I’m reading is similar. Although the main guy is a small-town, single dad baker, he’s also a professional dirty talker and a dom.
It seems unrealistic, much like his described proportions, but I can’t escape wondering if Paige would like more of it.
Was that what Parker meant? What he wanted to teach us?
For the first time in my life, I’d like to call Parker to talk about sex, but I opt not to.
What would I even say? He’d go wild over this.
He’s the one who suggested sleeping with one of Roger’s daughters, after all.
Paige and I haven’t discussed this, but I’m pretty sure she wants to keep this a secret. So do I.
Two hundred pages later, I get a text from Mom informing me we’re all attending a fire dance show tonight and rub a hand over my face.
A quick look at the balcony tells me the sun is setting.
Parker wasn’t wrong, the book pulled me in completely.
I finish reading the epilogue and drop it onto my nightstand before getting ready.
The show takes place in a large arena with tens of tables strewn around.
Colorful spotlights light up the raised stage in the very center of it.
I’m the last one to arrive, but the others are just sitting down when a hostess leads me to our table.
My eyes immediately drift to Paige. She looks gorgeous in a yellow sundress, and I’m stunned for a second.
Her burns are almost fully gone, showing only as a soft pink hue over her silky skin.
“Oh, Ryan. There you are.” Mom rises from her chair to kiss my cheek.
Roger greets me next, while the girls acknowledge my presence with a tip of their chins. Paige avoids eye contact and pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear demurely.
She wasn’t demure when she was riding my thigh this morning, that’s for sure.
Great. Now I’m battling a boner while having dinner with my mom and her fiancé.
“So, what did you kids do today?” Mom asks, looking around the table.
Emma is the first to answer. “We explored the town. It’s adorable, and so romantic. There were a ton of cute shops that we just had to check out.”
“We did some shopping, too,” Mom adds.
Jordan raises a cynical eyebrow. “Did you? It’s so interesting to hear you love shopping. Dad certainly has a type.”
Roger glares at her, but Mom simply continues, “Yes. To be honest, I’m obsessed with collecting magnets from places I visit, so we spent half the day finding the perfect one.” She glances at Roger lovingly, and he smiles back at her.
“That sounds wonderful. I would love to see your collection one day.” Emma earns herself another point while her wife looks down.
“And you, Paige? What did you do?” Roger asks her.
She glances at me, panic evident in those beautiful blue eyes, before moving her gaze back to her dad. The fire show has started, but I’m fully focused on the woman in front of me.
“Erm… I wrote, mostly.”
“How’s your column coming along?” Mom leans in with interest.
“Oh, it’s coming… along.”
I inhale a sip of my drink and it sprays out of my mouth, drawing attention from everyone at the table. Paige’s eyes are wide and panicked, so I lift both of my hands in the air.
“Sorry. Choked on a sip.” Once my throat finally recovers, my lips pull into a smirk, one that makes Paige’s flushed jaw tick.
“How did you spend the day, Ryan?” Roger asks.
Well, I came in my pants after your daughter rubbed her sweet little pussy all over my thigh, sir.
I opt for a politically correct answer. “Just went for a run in the morning and hung out on the beach afterward.” Because I love the way her cheeks look fully flushed, I add, “If you need any help with your column, Paige, let me know. Sitting around doing nothing isn’t my thing, I’d love to help.
” I follow it with a wink reserved only for her.
“That’s nice. Isn’t that nice, sweetie?” Roger asks her.
Her throat bobs as she swallows, her bottom lip practically shivering. “Yes. That’s very nice of you, Ryan.” Our eye contact is very brief before she drops her gaze back down.
“Work will have to wait a bit, though,” Roger continues. “I gave you two days off, but we’ll be back on a boat tomorrow. We’re going snorkeling.” The excitement in his voice is practically palpable, and I can’t deny I feel I tiny sliver of it, too.