Chapter 15 #2
The look on Ryan's face suggested he’d been waiting for this topic to come up. "Yeah… I don't love talking about it, but it’s the same sad old cheating tale. I caught her fucking around with my now ex-business partner and best friend.
“When I first started my general contracting business, I partnered up with my best friend.
He focused more on the marketing and business development side of things, and I did everything else.
" He scrubbed a hand across his jaw, sadness in his dark eyes.
"They always got along really well, which I thought was great because we were around each other all the time.
I did find it odd that he never really seemed interested in dating anyone.
I mean, he was young and a good-looking guy, and he got the attention from women.
I chalked it up to him just being focused on the business; we were busy.
I had a big project in another town about two hours away that I got through a family friend, so I was out of town a lot, and he stayed back to handle the office, plus he didn't have any job-site responsibilities.
I felt bad that I was gone several weekends in a row, so I wanted to surprise my wife, and I drove home one night to find them fucking in our bed.
" Ryan let out a defeated breath. I could tell the story brought back the pain and betrayal as if it were fresh again.
I reached out for his hand, intertwining our fingers, and gently stroked my thumb across his.
"I'm really sorry, Ryan, that’s so messed up. Do they still live in Forest Park?" I asked curiously.
He shook his head. "Nah, after I punched him in the face, dissolved our partnership, and divorced her, they hightailed it out of town. I haven't seen or spoken to them since. It's been almost six years now." He let out a sad laugh, "Funny thing is, I don't miss her… I miss my friend."
I gave him a sad smile. "As terribly painful as I know all of that was, at least they showed their true colors early on. Y'all didn't have any children to make it messy."
Ryan nodded in agreement. "Yeah, thank God for that. Anyway, let's talk about Hadley, she's a way better topic." He squeezed my hand with a smile.
We spent the rest of our dinner talking about everything except our exes.
Why was it such a turn-on to watch a guy back out of a parking space, one hand spinning the wheel, the other firmly placed on my thigh?
I wore a shorter pale blue summer dress, and Ryan’s fingers seemed to have a mind of their own as they skimmed the hem, slowly dragging it higher up my thigh.
He edged his way up my thigh before his fingers drifted back down, further away from where I was aching for him to touch.
He was driving me crazy, and I wanted him.
His eyes were solely focused on the road, as if he was oblivious to what he was currently doing to me. "Hey, want to come back to my house for a nightcap? Or do you need to be home?"
I shook my head. "My brother’s staying over, I could go for a nightcap." My voice came out low, seductive, unrecognizable.
Ryan's mouth tilted up slightly in a sexy smirk—we were both on the same page as to where this night was going to go.
We barely made it through the door. Ryan pushed me against the wall in his foyer, hands exploring, and our mouths collided.
He grabbed me by my hair, tilting my head back as he kissed his way down my neck.
When I opened my eyes, the man was on his knees in front of me, and what a delicious sight it was.
His dark brown hair was tousled, and his dark eyes burned with pure desire.
"I want to taste you, sweetheart," his deep voice growled.
All I could do was nod eagerly; it had been so long.
Ryan slowly slipped my panties down my legs, helping me out of them as he kissed up my inner thigh, making the process all the more torturous.
He shoved my dress up around my waist, grabbed one of my legs, and threw it over his shoulder, and literally dove the fuck in.
Ryan was a man starved, and honestly, the feeling was mutual.
I dropped my head back against the wall. "Fuck, Ryan, that feels so good."
He slowly ran his tongue from back to front before sucking my clit into his mouth.
I arched off the wall on a gasp. "Oh my God!
" I could feel him smirk against me as he then dipped a finger in and continued to work me over with his mouth.
It felt incredible, but I couldn't quite get there.
I wasn't feeling the slow pressure build up from my spine, ready to be released.
And I needed to get off. I hadn't been touched by another man in over two years, and this sexy man was on his knees for me as I shamelessly rode his face. I closed my eyes, trying to focus.
That was a mistake.
Once I closed my eyes, I saw…Walker.
I saw his emerald eyes, his perfectly carved stomach, thick thighs, insane ass, and corded arms. I imagined his large hands on my body, him driving into me with this thick cock.
Oh shit, there's that pressure. "Ryan, I'm going to come," I moaned as I continued to keep my eyes closed, imagining Walker.
Ryan curled his fingers forward and sucked my clit harder; that was all it took to send me crashing over the edge, white light exploding behind my eyes.
Wow. I was a terrible person.
The orgasm was incredible, but I was very aware it took me imagining Walker to get there…
and I felt like such an asshole. I just needed to keep spending more time with Ryan and continue to build our connection, and Walker would fade away.
Right? Walker being back in town was messing with me.
I needed to get a handle on it so it didn't mess up what could potentially be with Ryan.
I’d let that happen with Jake, and look how that turned out.
Okay, there were other reasons for the demise of my marriage outside of Walker… but still. I needed to get a grip.
Ryan helped me back into my panties and straightened my dress out before placing a searing kiss against my mouth.
Damn, he was a good kisser. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against mine, and I felt my heartbeat drop between my thighs.
He was turning me on all over again, and I could feel the press of his large, hard cock pressed against my stomach.
So why couldn't I finish with him?
My hands drifted down his sculpted chest to his belt buckle. He removed his hands from my hair and wrapped them around my wrists. "You don't have to do that, sweetheart. Tonight was about you."
"But I want to," I whispered as I lowered to my knees, unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down his legs.
I palmed his cock over his boxer briefs, eliciting a groan from Ryan before I pushed them down his legs, his hard length springing free.
I wrapped my fingers around his base and pumped slowly before I licked up his length and pulled him into my mouth.
His hands tangled in my hair, gripping hard, his head falling back as I took him to the back of my throat.
"Fuck. You're good at this." His voice pure gravel, only egging me on.
I pulled my mouth slowly off his cock, twirled my tongue around his crown before taking him deep again.
Ryan took that moment to take over, speeding up his pace, gripping my hair tighter, and thoroughly fucked my mouth.
He turned me into his plaything, taking what he wanted, and I loved every second of it.
I could tell he was getting close, and as I glanced up at him…
I saw Walker.
Fuck.
The pure mindfuck threw me off, and I gagged.
Ryan slowed his pace. "Shit, sorry. Do you want me to stop?" he asked, brows pulled together in concern.
I quickly shook my head with his cock still deep in my mouth and continued to suck him off.
Ryan picked his pace back up, and once we got back to business as usual, his release quickly followed.
He tried to warn me that he was about to come, so I could pull off, but I held on and swallowed every last drop.
It was the least I could do at this point.
After we cleaned ourselves up, we did end up having that nightcap. I took a long sip of wine, completely distracted by what had just happened. I was attracted to Ryan; he turned me on, but why was I seeing Walker?
What was wrong with me?
This night had gone a tad differently than I had anticipated.
I was hoping we would get to the next stage of our relationship, that we would decide to be exclusive, but after what just happened, I clearly needed more time.
This poor man had been through enough with his ex, and after what I’d gone through with Jake, I couldn't just jump into another relationship when I was picturing another man during oral sex.
The fact I couldn't come until I saw Walker's face flash behind my eyes was… troubling… to say the least.
Did I need to get a therapist?
Ryan could clearly sense something was off as he reached for my hand. "Hey, you okay? You seem distracted."
I smiled. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just tired; it's been a long day." I squeezed his hand. “Tonight was great though, I’m just never out this late."
"Yeah, tonight was great, I'm glad we could do this. I know between our two schedules, we don't have a lot of time to go out in the evenings." He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. "Let's get you home."
I stood up, trying but failing to stifle a large yawn.
"All right, sleepy head, I get it, you're tired," he teased, placing his hand on my lower back to guide me to the front door.
"It's your fault. I'm all gooey and sleepy now after that orgasm." I winked at him over my shoulder.
He may have done all the work, but that orgasm was all Walker.
Goddamnit.