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CHAPTER SIX
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“Where would you like us to take you? There’s a motel just on the other side of town…” the man driving the truck asks, glancing at us through the rear view mirror.
“We don’t have any money on us. Could you take us to the police station?” Ryan requests with a hint of hesitation in his tone.
“The police station? I don’t think it’s open at this time of night. We live right here in town, and we have a spare room, if that would help any…”
“We don’t want to inconvenience you,” I say.
“It’s no trouble at all. You two look like you’ve been through hell and back. It’s the least we could do.”
I look up at Ryan and he leans toward me, placing a warm, gentle kiss on my cheek. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Lyla,” he whispers in my ear. “I promise.”
“If it’s no trouble, that would be super helpful,” I finally agree.
As soon as we arrive at the couple’s house, Ryan opens the door for me to get out, but instead of allowing me to walk inside myself, he scoops me up and carries me bridal style. I’m too exhausted to tell him to put me down.
Once inside, he sets me down on the bench in the entryway and starts to remove my boots as I take off my jacket and hand it to the woman.
“We have plenty of food leftover from supper, if you two would like to eat before freshening up,” she offers, pointing to the set of stairs on our left.
“There’s a guest room upstairs with a private en suite bathroom, fresh towels in the hallway closet and I believe there’s a robe or two in there too.
I’ll see if I can find a comfy change of clothes for the two of you. ”
“Thank you so much. You have no idea how much we appreciate this,” Ryan sighs as he grabs my hand and leads me upstairs.
As soon as we get to the top, Ryan opens the closet door and fetches two towels, along with the robes the woman mentioned. “You can take a shower first,” he says, handing me the towel and robe.
I stand there for a moment and our tired eyes lock before I finally break the silence. “Can we…take a shower…together? I don’t wanna be alone.”
The second the words leave my mouth, he reaches out and brushes a strand of matted hair out of my face. “Of course, Lyla. Anything for you.”
I breathe a sigh of relief and head down the hallway, looking into the first bedroom on the right. It’s a large room, with a huge king sized bed and a door leading into a bathroom on the other side of the room.
The two of us head inside and walk into the bathroom. As I start to slowly remove my clothes, I glance at my reflection in the mirror and gasp when I see how drained I look.
“I look horrible…” I whisper as Ryan comes up behind me.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Lyla,” he says, reaching around me to place his hand against my stomach.
I look down at his hand and take a deep breath. “I’m scared, Ryan.”
“Of what?”
“That you won’t see me the same way anymore. That we’ll leave here and never speak to each other again. I’m scared that I’ve already lost my best friend.”
He removes his hand from my stomach and reaches up to move my hair away from the side of my neck. I watch our reflection in the mirror as he brushes his soft lips against my skin. “That’ll never happen, Lyla. I can promise you that much.”
“I just don’t know how we’re supposed to move on from this.” Tears start to fall from my eyes. “Things will never be the same.”
“Nothing ever stays the same. We survived this together, that’s all we need right now.” His hands grip my hips and he spins me around, brushing his lips dangerously close to mine. “I need you, just as much as you need me…”
I reach under his shirt, pulling back slightly when he winces in pain as my hands graze over his skin. I then find the hem of his shirt and lift it up, gasping when I see the bruises already forming on his stomach and chest.
“I’m okay. Just a little sore,” he assures me as I lift his shirt up over his head and toss it to the floor.
Leaning forward, I place gentle kisses on his stomach. His hands find the back of my head and he grips my hair gently while I continue, letting out a subtle moan as I slowly make my way up to his chest.
“Christ, Lyla,” he groans, placing his hand over mine as I explore the curves of his abs.
“I need you…” I whimper. “And you need me.”
“Yesss…” he hisses, slowly guiding my hand down to his erection. “I fucking need you, Lyla.”
“You can have me,” I quietly breathe. “All of me.”
Throughout all these years, I never thought of Ryan as anything but an annoying, sometimes pig headed, loyal best friend, but everything changed tonight. As bad as it was having him forced on me, I focused on how much I trusted him and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
“Nobody else will ever know what it feels like to be with you. You’re fucking mine.”
Next thing I know, his lips crash into mine and our hands are all over each other.
He removes my pants and slips my panties down my legs, picking me up by my ass and carrying me toward the shower.
As soon as he turns the water on and adjusts the temperature, he slips out of his pants and boxers and we both step inside, eager to get back to where we left off.
“Turn around, Lyla,” he demands, gathering my hair once I’m facing the wall. “Tell me if it becomes too much for you…”
I feel his cock slip between my legs, grazing against my clit a few times before he guides the tip of it inside me. I let out a whimper as he sinks further into me.
“Are you okay?” he asks, halting his movements.
“I’m okay…” I moan, wanting him to fill me to the hilt. This time, I can actually enjoy every inch of him for all the right reasons.
“I’ll go slow…”
“Please don’t. I want you to fuck me, Ryan.”
I look back at him and smirk, and he playfully smacks my ass as he thrusts forward, giving me exactly what I’m craving.
“I swear, you were fucking made for me. My God, you’re so perfect, Lyla.”
He then gathers my hair in his hand and turns my head to the side while he continues to fuck me, our eyes passionately locked as I start to unravel around his cock.
“There it is…come for me, baby girl.” He smacks my ass again and again, sending me completely over the edge.
“Fuuuckkk!” I squeal as I come so hard that my legs almost give out from underneath me.
“Fuck yeah…I can feel your pussy pulsing around my cock…” he moans, keeping my head turned to the side while he pins me to the shower wall, burying his cock deep inside me.
“I…fucking…love…you…” I blurt out, almost regretting it the second the words leave my lips, even though I mean every fucking word.
“I love you too, Lyla. You belong to me. You always have.” He places a gentle kiss on my cheek as I recover from the orgasm.
When he slowly pulls out, I look to him in confusion. “You didn’t get to come…” I say, almost sympathetically.
He grins and I drop to my knees, fully prepared to suck him dry.
“See, you were fucking made for me…” he says, gripping his cock as I kneel in front of him, licking my lips.
“Tell me to swallow it…” I groan.
Fuck you, Buck. I’m the one calling the shots now. I’m in control.
In a heated frenzy, Ryan grabs my hair, holding my head still as he pushes his cock past my lips.
“Swallow that cock, baby girl.” He sinks in further, my tongue grazing the underside of his cock. “I’m gonna come down that fucking throat…”
I moan around him as he pushes to the back of my throat, my head held tightly against his pelvis. I’ve given head only a handful of times and I’ve never been able to deep throat.
I’d even say my blow-job skills are a little substandard, actually.
I guess I never really enjoyed giving one—until now.
“Fuck, Lyla…I need to fill that throat with cum…”
I gag around him as he thrusts in and out of my mouth, literally fucking my face while tears start to form in the corners of my eyes.
“Look at you…so fucking beautiful when you cry for me…” He places his hands on either side of my face and holds me there, staring into my eyes with so much desire that it makes my clit pulse.
After a few more violent thrusts, he slows his movements and forces his cock to the back of my throat, choking me with warm spurts of come.
“Ahhhh…fuck…you’re incredible.” He finishes and slowly pulls out of my mouth while his finger finds my mouth, hooking behind my lower teeth. “I wanna watch you swallow it.”
I moan and close my mouth, swallowing with emphasis, his finger still in my mouth.
“Atta girl…”
He pulls his finger out of my mouth and playfully slaps the side of my cheek, then helps me to my feet. As I reach for the cloth to wash myself off, he snatches it from my hands with a smile.
“Let me wash you. It’s the least I could do…” he says, pouring a generous amount of body wash onto the cloth.
Guiding the cloth all over my body, he traces his other fingers through the suds, groaning when he reaches my pussy.
“Just so you know…when we finally make it back to the city…I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
I lightly chuckle. “So, you’re gonna hold me hostage?”
“Pretty much. Hope you’re okay with that.”
“Oh, I am. Not sure that our friends will have the same opinion though.”
“Too bad.” He laughs.
“Cal might need his bro…”
“I think Cal will understand. He’s had his suspicions about my feelings for you.”
“You’ve kept your feelings for me a secret this whole time?” I gasp.
“Mom knows.” He smirks.
“Oh of course she does!”
We finish up in the shower, and wrap ourselves in a towel. When we get out to the main room, there’s a pile of clothes sitting at the end of the bed for both of us.
The baggy t-shirt and Hawaiian themed pajama shorts are super comfortable compared to the cold leggings I had on before.
“This shirt might be a little small…” Ryan laughs as he turns toward me and poses with his hand on his hip.
The t-shirt in question is hugging his body so tight that it looks like his biceps are about to bust through the material.
“Maybe just leave it off…” I tease.
He walks closer to me, grabbing my hips to pull me closer. “I don’t know if I can get it off now,” he chuckles.
As we settle into the bed, Ryan flicks the light off and we lie there in the peaceful silence. My head is resting against his chest, hearing every heartbeat as I close my eyes and finally take a satisfying deep breath.
“You okay?” Ryan asks, running his fingers up and down my back.
“I’m more than okay. I mean, I probably shouldn’t say that after the shit that happened to us tonight, but in a weird way…I guess I’m just thankful that it was you…”
“I really meant it when I said that I love you,” he admits.
“I know you did.” I smile. “I meant it too.”
“Say you’re mine, Lyla…I wanna hear you say it again.”
“I’m yours, Ryan,” I whisper, tracing his abs with my finger.
I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with my best friend.
He’s everything I’ll ever need.