Chapter Twenty-Three
TILLIE
Twelve Weeks Later
We move together in perfect harmony. Our bodies glisten as I ride Ryan in bed. His hard length thrusts up inside me, stretching me as my nails dig into his chest, slightly scratching his perfect skin. He groans as my head falls back in bliss.
“Oh God, Ryan…” I moan as his fingers dig into my hips, moving me up and down on top of him.
This is our second attempt at making love since his surgery—the first was an hour ago, and this feels even better.
He’s taking me to a euphoric high as I ride him torturously slowly, taking in every ounce of him, and our moans are hushed, knowing Danger and Lunar are across the hall.
Ryan thrusts up into me deeper as his hand skims across from my hip down between my legs.
His thumb presses on my clit, and I gasp at the new heightened pleasure.
I bite down hard on my bottom lip, trying to keep quiet as I ride him a little faster, needing to get to the precipice.
The muffled moans and deep, heavy breathing fill the room as he presses on my clit, swirling slowly, forcing a rapid heat to fill my veins.
To get the friction we need and want, I move my hips on top of him a little faster.
He circles faster while my nails dig into his chest. He groans, then suddenly presses firmly on my clit, sending a jolt right through my core.
My muscles tighten as my eyes shut, my skin flames red hot, and a tingle rolls through my body.
He presses again, this time roughly on my clit, then gives it a quick pinch, and I gasp. Sparks cause my body to tremble so fast I melt as I moan out, not caring if Lunar and Danger can hear.
Suddenly, Ryan takes hold of my hips, moaning as he slams into me, his grip rough as he holds me tight against him.
I didn’t think he could get any deeper, but I was deliciously wrong.
He lets out a strained groan as my entire being ignites, my soul shattering in a mind-blistering orgasm.
With unrelenting pressure, he moves my hips, grinding into me.
Aftershocks pulse through my body as I feel him jolt, his muscles tensing.
I fall forward, my lips seeking his in an unhurried, passionate kiss.
He slides his hands so his grip is now on my ass as he pulls me unbelievably closer, reaching his own state of bliss.
Our tongues lazily massage each other’s, and he jerks as his cock twitches inside me.
With an intense, throaty groan, he thrusts up once more, making me moan as he releases inside me.
Our bodies are slick with perspiration while we continue to kiss slowly and passionately.
Ryan slides his hands up my back, pulling me into an embrace, and holds me to him.
Wanting to savor the connection we have, I slowly pull back from the kiss, resting my forehead on his, and look into his bright green eyes.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” he simply replies.
I sit up, rolling onto my back next to him and basking in the afterglow.
“God, I’ve been needing that for weeks,” Ryan admits, and I giggle.
“I know. I just wanted to make sure you were fully healed before we did anything too strenuous.”
He turns his head to look at me. “It was worth the wait.”
“Good, I’m glad. But now we have to go to yoga. It’s Wednesday, and people still want their health updates. I promised we’d have an update and live feed today.”
He groans, making me giggle as I sit up, but Ryan grabs my hand, stopping me from getting out of bed. “Just five more minutes… in bed… together?”
“Sure, but only five, or we’ll be late,” I say, lying back down and cuddling into his side.
He wraps his arm around me, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
Time passes quickly, and before we know it, we need to rise and get ready.
Technically, we should all be at the office today, but Oliver gave us the day off. He’s been a little more lenient with us since Ryan’s attack, which is good. It’s given us more time together.
We’re in the kitchen sharing a piece of toast before we have to head out for yoga. Ryan’s leaning against the kitchen counter, and I’m leaning back against him with his arms wrapped around my waist.
I could get used to this.
It feels right.
And as we each take a bite of a triangle of toast and laugh at this morning’s gossip column, I can say I’m happy.
Lunar walks in, stops, looks at us, raises her eyebrow, and smirks. “Well, don’t you two look fucking cozy?”
Ryan shakes his head. “Shut up, you love it.”
“What I don’t love is the… oh God, Ryan, oh yes, yes, you big man, ram it in me harder, harder, yes yes, yesss,” she says, over-accentuating every word.
Opening my eyes wide as well as my mouth, she grins wide while Ryan laughs. “Uh, I don’t sound like that… do I?” I ask in almost a whisper, turning my head quickly to look at Ryan as Lunar giggles.
“No, you don’t. Lunar, don’t be a cow,” Ryan chides.
“Well, okay, maybe you don’t sound like that, but can you start? It would be far more entertaining, and it would make me laugh instead of turning me on when I do hear you two going at it.”
Ryan rolls his eyes as I stand there saying nothing.
She steps up, taking a bite of the piece of toast in Ryan’s hand. “Just sayin’ if you guys ever feel like adding in another couple to the equation, I’m sure Danger and I would be down for that party—”
“Okay, time to go,” Ryan says, chucking the piece of toast onto the plate on the counter and directing me toward the door. I purse my lips, wondering if Lunar’s joking in her usual way, but I figure knowing her and Danger’s sexual antics, she probably isn’t.
“Think about it?” Lunar calls out with a hint of a laugh in her voice as Ryan walks me to the door.
“Have a good day, Lunar,” Ryan replies with a slight chuckle in his voice as he pushes me toward the door before opening it. I quickly grab my bag from the hook on the way past and giggle on the way outside.
He closes the door, shaking his head. “Fucking woman.”
I giggle and walk toward my car. “Was she joking?” I ask.
Ryan looks at me, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t even know, probably not. But I’m not very good at sharing,” he says as we reach the car.
“Well, good, not sure how I feel about orgies and all, especially after promising Roxie I wouldn’t partake in such rock star behavior.”
“Tillie, if you’re my girl. You’re my girl. No one else’s. Period.”
“Good to know.”
“Okay, let’s get our yoga on.”
“Lara will be happy to see you again after so long off.”
“Will be good to get back into it.”
After we’re in the car, buckled up, and on the road, my mind drifts.
I love how in sync we are right now.
Even though the stabbing was a horrific incident, and I wish it had never happened, in a way, it is what brought us together and made us closer than ever.
It’s bonded us as a couple.
And I can’t wait for what tomorrow brings.