46. June
FORTY-SIX
June
It’s been a couple of days since the accident, and I’m feeling a lot like my old self. Maybe a little lighter. A little happier. I’m sure it has nothing to do with the fact I gave up my apartment this morning. Or the fat check sitting in my purse from my rental insurance. Or the football player waiting for me inside his apartment, watching a little college football before he has to leave for his own game.
Okay, who am I kidding? It’s all Ryan. He’s been a perfect gentleman while I recovered from the accident. He made me a bubble bath with a lavender-infused bath bomb and rose petals. He and Oliver brought me breakfast in bed. He held me close each night, whispering in my ear, telling me how much he needs me, how wild I make him.
But he wouldn’t touch me. Not how I wanted.
That ends today.
Oliver is with his Mimi for the day, watching the game, and we have an hour before he has to leave. Which is why I walk in the penthouse, head held high, shoulders squared, ready to get exactly what I want .
Even if I have to fight dirty to get it. Him.
“Hey, Princess.” Ryan sits up on the couch, his arms extended along the back, looking like a whole-ass meal in his athletic shorts and a sleeveless Aces shirt. His brows rise at my attire, a shirt that says, “I like Big Sacks, Tight Ends, and a Strong D.”
“New shirt?”
“Do you like it? I had it made for the game today.” With the hair tie on my wrist, I tie my hair up in a loose bun on top of my head and turn around.
I’m a few feet away, but I can hear his growl loud and clear. “Are you fucking serious?”
With a smile stretching its way across my face, I glance over my shoulder. He’s leaned forward, his hands curling into fists on his thighs. “Oh, do you not like it?”
“I don’t think my dick has ever been this hard.”
“Oh, really?”
Another growl and he’s standing up, stomping over to me. His hands are on my shoulders and he’s turning me around. “You knew exactly what you were doing when you had them put ‘Property of Ryan Devlin’ on the back.” Another growl, this one followed by a disgruntled noise at the back of his throat. “I’m trying to be a gentleman here. You were just in a car accident.”
I run my tongue along my lower lip, loving how he tracks every little movement. His entire body is tense, his control teetering on the edge. I’m sure he’d love me to walk away, but instead I shrug, trailing a lazy finger down his chest. “I’m not looking for a gentleman.”
“June,” he manages to grit out, his teeth clenched together.
My fingers keep going down, trailing over his tight abs, until I reach the waistband of his shorts. “Lucky for you, I’m not easily breakable.”
Whatever he’s about to say turns into a choking noise as I fall to my knees, pulling his shorts and boxer briefs with me. His cock is hard, heavy, and there’s a drop of precum already leaking out of the tip. Before he can try to come up with any more flimsy excuses, I pitch forward, running my tongue along the underside of his dick.
“Fuck. Fuck.” His fingers sink into my hair, pulling half of it out of the bun. Good. “Goddamn, Princess.”
If he thinks this is good, I’m about to blow his mind. And well ... you know.
I slip him into my mouth, little by little, millimeter by torturous millimeter. I take my time, I tease—alternating between licking and sucking, loving every single curse that leaves his lips. He tastes so good, I can’t help but bring him to the back of my throat, making him gag me.
The groan that escapes him is loud, deep, so fucking strained, and he’s already coming undone. I love that I have this kind of control over him, that I can make him lose it.
Every second, every lap of my tongue, brings him closer and closer to that edge, and I know it won’t take much to push him over.
I want to own him as much as he owns me.
I’m sucking him to the back of my throat a second time, relaxing my body, taking him so deep. My eyes water. I gag around him, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
His thighs flex under my hands, and I work him faster, suck him harder. I want to feel him?—
Ryan pulls away with a pained moan, his cock popping from my mouth, glistening with my saliva. I’m already moving forward, closing the distance between us, but he wobbles back and sits on the couch. “Not this time, Princess. You get my cum when I’m stuffed inside your pretty pussy. Now come over here and sit on your throne.”
My leggings and the lacy blue thong I picked out for this occasion are on the floor in seconds. I’m about to pull off the sweatshirt when he puts up a hand.
“That stays on.” His voice is raw, primal. He’s barely hanging on.
Perfect.
I settle down on his lap, facing him, and his hands instantly go to my hips, steadying me. After having him in my mouth, I’m so desperate for him. I need to feel him inside me. I need him to fill me up, to mark me as his, to fuck us both into oblivion.
I reach around, lining him up at my entrance, and sink down on his cock. Fuck. Fuck . I’ve only got half of him inside me, and I’m already so full. He’s big, thick. No one has ever filled me like this.
His fingers tighten around my waist, and I cry out as he slams me down the rest of the way.
He lets out a curse, lifting me back up his shaft. “You said you didn’t want a gentleman, and I have no intention of fucking you like one.”
My eyes practically roll to the back of my head as he slams me down again. And again. And again. My body is on fire, burning from the inside out. It’s too much, yet I need more. I need it faster, rougher.
I hold on to his shoulders and fuck him, meeting him stoke for stroke, thrust for thrust. He’s pistoning into me from below, and I’m not going to back down.
His head falls back, his mouth open on a silent groan, and I lean away from him, aligning my hips so he hits just right. And—oh God.
We increase our pace, moving with wild abandon. I can’t stop, I can’t think. I can only feel.
Ryan brings a hand between us, his thumb rubbing my clit, and that’s all it takes for me to fall apart. My nails dig into his shoulders, my body trembles, and I cry out his name as an orgasm rips through me. My vision goes black and I see literal stars.
He thrusts into me once, twice more, and lets out a groan as he stills underneath me.
I fall forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my forehead to his. Ryan’s hands move up and down my back, his bright-blue eyes holding me captive. I can’t look away. I don’t want to. I want to stay here in this moment with him.
We stay like this for minutes, hours, letting the silence build, letting it cocoon us from the outside world.
“You know I love you, right?” He searches my face, his hands running up my thighs. “Like it’s crazy and fast and I sure as hell wasn’t prepared for you to knock me on my ass, but you did. You and Oliver are the family I didn’t know I needed.”
I try to bite back a smile, but it makes its way across my face anyway. “Mr. Devlin, are you trying to charm me?”
“Whatever it takes to make you mine.”
I huff a laugh, running my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck. “Didn’t you see the back of my sweatshirt? I’m already yours. I love you, even though I tried really hard not to.”
I feel like I was going to say something else, but his mouth is on mine, and he’s devouring me, consuming me. Our kiss is full of passion, of promise. A promise of a future, a life we can build together.
He crashed into my life, and there was no turning back. He was always meant to be it for me. I’m just glad we had a second chance.
That we got a touchdown—did I use that right? We scored?
As far as I can see, we’ve both already won at life. Maybe now we can win this football game.