Chapter 5
CHAPTER
FIVE
MARNIE
After we give Oly a quick bath and get her settled into the spare room, she passes out without needing a book read to her. I kiss her cheek after Rylan does, and her eyes are already closing.
We leave the door open a crack, and I step out into the hall, expecting to find all the guys still around the fire.
Instead, they’re cleaning up the yard, and a couple of them are in the kitchen tidying up there too.
I join in, and together, we get the dishwasher loaded and running while I hand-wash the pans and knives.
A warmth spreads through my chest as I look around at all the guys helping.
This is what I always thought a family should be like.
This is what I’ve craved for so long. I turn away and lean over the sink so no one sees the tears welling up.
Now it’s really going to be hard to leave.
I’m going to miss this feeling. I’ve always wanted this, and now that I have it, I’m going to have walk away from it.
I hear the door click right before Rylan cages my body against the counter.
“Sugar, what’s wrong?”
I can’t lie to him right now.
“I’ve always wanted this. A family.”
“You can have it. All you have to do is give me a chance. These men would die for you. They will protect you and Oly with their lives. Just like I will.”
I turn into his chest and look up at him. “Make me forget. I don’t want the memories. For just tonight, I want it to be you and me.”
He leans down and kisses me long and deep.
I rise on my tiptoes, and he deepens the kiss.
He touches every part of my mouth that his tongue can reach.
I slide my tongue along his and moan at the feelings erupting through my body.
The warmth, the pooling of desire at my core.
My chest, tight and full of pain just moments ago, is loose and open for the first time.
I don’t want it to be open, but Rylan does this to me.
He makes me forget what I’m supposed to do and gives me the ease of doing what I want.
My arms wrap around his body, holding him tight. His hands that were cupping my face slide down to my waist. He lifts me effortlessly, and I can feel us moving. I don’t know where, and I don’t care. I just lean into his kiss and rock my hips against his erection.
It was never like this with Jean-Louis. It was just sex. Two people trying to connect on a level they weren’t meant to. I cared about him, but this is so much different. It’s electric, all-consuming. Rylan consumes me, and I’m not afraid. I want it.
He turns and falls back across the bed with me on top. I lift up and look down at this large, dominant man who is letting me lead. His dark hair is mussed from my hands running through it. His soft cognac-brown eyes are fixed on me.
I know he likes my breasts, so I lift my arm and slide down the hidden zipper on the side of my top.
I pull it over my head and toss it aside.
He rises to nuzzle my neck. His beard tickles and turns me on all at once.
He reaches behind his neck, pulls off his T-shirt, and throws it across the room.
He already took off his cut earlier and was walking around without it.
I stare at his chest and can’t stop myself from pressing mine to his. I want to feel him against my breasts. My pierced nipples slide through his minimal chest hair, and the sensation makes my stomach curl. My breath hitches.
He holds me tight and lets me rub against him like a cat. Rylan moves his hands to the back of my shorts and unzips them. I pull away and stand between his long legs hanging off the bed. I wiggle my hips, and the shorts fall, almost leaving me completely naked to him.
He hooks his fingers into the sides of my bikini panties and slides them down my legs. He kisses my hips, then each of the stretch marks on my belly from carrying Oly. He starts to drag his tongue down to my core, but I stop him.
I lift his chin and look down at him. “You don’t need to do that.” I give him the out.
He responds by grabbing me by the hips and tossing me onto the bed. He drops to his knees next to the bed. My hips are yanked to the edge, and before I can protest, his tongue is sliding through my folds.
My back arches at the sensations overtaking my body. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never been touched or kissed in this way.
He thrusts his tongue inside me and licks my essence from its source. He sucks my nether lips into his mouth, like he said he wanted to do. I start thrashing my head back and forth, my hands in his hair holding him tight to me. He doesn’t relent.
When he moves to my clit, I buck and try to move away, sure that I’m going to explode. I’m not sure if I want to or not. He sucks my clit deep as he rubs his tongue against it, and I come. I start to scream long and loud, and a pillow lands near me.
“I’m not letting you wake up that baby and interfering with my plans for you, sugar,” Rylan growls around my pussy, and the vibration sets me off again.
He doesn’t stop, though. He goes back to it, laving me everywhere.
“Ry. Rylan, right there,” I say as my body climbs again.
I’m so close when he pulls away. Then I feel his cock kissing my entrance.
“Are you on birth control, baby?”
I’m so lost in my head and the sensations, I can’t answer.
He asks again, “Marnie, baby, if I sink into this delicious cunt bare, will I get you pregnant?”
“No. I have an IUD.”
It was one of the first things I did when I got away this time. I didn’t want to give my father another child to hold against me.
The thoughts drift away as Rylan starts to push in.
He’s so big I feel the stretch of my body accommodating to his girth.
He keeps pushing forward until our hips meet.
He then moves us up the bed without breaking the connection, and I feel every movement, every flutter of my body around his warm steel.
“The doctor who put it in checked me for everything. I haven’t been with any man but Jean-Louis before Oly was born,” I confess.
“I haven’t been with a woman in God knows how long. I don’t sleep with bear baits.”
“What?”
“The club girls who hang around, servicing members of the club. We call them bear baits. I don’t sleep with them. You’re the only woman I want to be with, Marnie. Only you.”
“I only want you.” I give him the words, then he starts moving. He pulls out in a slow, sweet drag before he plunges back in. “More,” I beg, and he lifts my hands over my head.
“Hold on, sugar,” he says, and I grip the headboard at the base near the mattress. He grips the top and starts moving in and out of me, faster. Harder. Deeper.
I toss my head back, and my body arches.
His other hand holds my hip in place. I look up to watch him.
His jaw is locked tight. His eyes are focused on where we’re joined.
I look down my body at the erotic sight of his cock sliding out of me, shiny with my creamy ejaculate.
My pussy is stretched open, taking him in.
I reach my hand up and slide it down his body as his muscles flex. My nails scrape along the ridges of his eight-pack. My body climbs again, and this time I can feel the tears welling at the backs of my eyes. I’ve never felt this before.
Every muscle in my body locks up as Rylan starts pushing harder and faster. The headboard hits the wall hard. The wood groans from his grip on it. I wrap my legs around his hips, and he sinks in deeper. I scream as everything inside me unfurls and I come so hard I feel like I’m going to pee.
He leans down and takes my mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing my scream.
When I fall back, he breaks the kiss and releases the headboard.
He pulls my legs over his arms and pounds into me.
My orgasm keeps going. I feel like something is going to snap inside me.
All of a sudden, fluid gushes from my lower body.
He moans deep, the sound husky, and comes too.
I feel the warmth of his cum splash me inside, and I silently scream.
Rylan
Iwrap my arms around her, not wanting to break the connection. The emotions raging through me are almost too much. In an instant, I realize what I’ve known for months. She’s my perfect other half.
She is limp and sated against my body. I pull her up and over me, keeping my cock nuzzled in her warmth. I’ve never had a woman spurt like she did, and it tells me how into it she was. My girl is worldly but also so innocent at the same time.
My cock finally softens enough that it slips from her body when she shifts. She rises, pressing against my chest, and her beautiful face is looking down at me. I see the emotions she can’t hide, and she turns away.
She moves from the bed and slips my T-shirt over her naked body.
I watch her pad from the room to check that we didn’t wake up Oly.
When she comes back, she heads to the bathroom.
I’m about to ask her if she’s okay when I hear the shower kick on.
I walk over to the sliding barn door and watch her for a moment.
She’s behind the glass, the shower spraying over her head. Her head is bowed, but her body is rosy from the orgasm afterglow. I just stand there.
“Why are you watching me?” Her husky, phone-sex voice comes from the enclosure.
“Because you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“Thank you,” she says softly.
“Does it bother you that I like to watch you?” I ask because I’ve noticed she fidgets when people stare at her.
“Not you.” She pauses. “But others scare me. I don’t like to be watched.”
“Did your husband watch you?” I want to know about her life before me. Because in knowing, I can protect her.
“No, he knew I didn’t like it.” She pauses again, and I sit there, waiting.
The longer it takes her to answer, the more my body locks up.