Chapter 35 #2
We enter his apartment and Ryan walks over to bang on his roommate’s door.
“What’re you doing? I said I believe you, Ryan.” I pull on his arm. “I must have misheard.”
“Wait here.” His irritation is showing.
The door opens and a tall guy wearing only rainbow pattern hipster underwear steps out.
“Hey, bro, did you get coffee?” he says, scratching his left nipple.
I look away when his roommate doesn’t stop his scratching.
“Put on some clothes and come out?” Ryan says, walking away from the door.
“Okay, gimme a minute,” his roommate says.
“Is his name Ryan too?” I ask, but my Ryan is suddenly pensive. He is deep in thought.
“Coffee?” he asks avoiding my gaze, entering his kitchen and switching on the coffeepot.
I follow him and wait for him to turn, but he is facing the wall. I press my cheek to his back and he inhales deeply.
“I’m sorry. I was so confused last night.
You said you want my friendship. Then you keep giving me hugs.
I came here to apologize, I texted you last month but you didn’t answer.
I called you so many times and it went to voicemail.
I understood that you didn’t want to talk to me.
I understand if you are still angry. Last night when I saw you with Katy, I felt the ground slip from beneath my feet.
And this morning, from what I heard in the next room, it made sense why you wanted friendship.
It explained why you refused to take my calls. ”
“Clearly, your explanation is flawed,” he snaps.
“My phone broke when Bolton crashed it into the wall. The police confiscated the remains and the sim card. I don’t have my old phone on me anymore, and I haven’t activated the call forwarding yet.
I need to go and sign some legal paperwork before I can do that, but I was in a hurry because of this job offer you wanted me to take. ”
“Oh!” That explains a lot of things.
The door opens and out walks his roommate and a woman in her late twenties. “Hey, morning, Harper,” the girl says smiling at Ryan suggestively.
“Hey, are you his Ishika?” the male roommate asks me directly.
The question is so simple. My Ryan pulls and tucks me in front of him, caging me in his arms. My back is pressing into his chest while I face his roommate and the girl.
“He’s asking you something, sweetheart,” Ryan says, bending down to rest his chin on my shoulders. “Answer him?”
“Yes. I’m this Ryan’s Ishika.” I smile weaving my fingers into his, a little nervous but so certain of this claim.
His arms around my torso tighten and I feel his chest expand. I am rewarded with a small kiss below my ear. My breath hitches at the touch of his lips.
“Nice to meet you, Ishika. I’m George, and this one is mine.” He pulls the tall girl into his arms, kissing her cheek.
“Hi, I’m Kava. So glad that we finally met.” She smiles.
“George, your name is George?” I ask, looking up at my Ryan.
“My full name is George Travis Ryan,” the guy clarifies giving me a knowing smile.
Shit!
“Yeah, George Ryan. Ryan is my last name. There are a lot of Ryans in this house. Because Kava’s full name is Kava Ryan Wills. Her middle name is Ryan.”
“That must be confusing,” I say frowning. “So you guys call each other Ryan all the time?”
“We go by our last names to avoid confusion,” Kava adds, “George is my granddad’s name so for obvious reasons I am not calling my partner that.
” Kava winks at me and turns to pour coffee into four mugs.
“Did you know I almost rejected the dude because I hated his name. But then he showed me his other skills and I thought what’s in a name honestly? ”
Kava chuckles out loud when George smacks her bottom.
“Ishika, aren’t you glad that your granddad is not called Ryan?
You love my name,” Ryan says, biting down on my earlobe and pushing his groin into my ass.
His cock rests on the crack of my ass and even though we are clothed, I can feel his semi-hard, mounting size.
My body reacts and my ass pushes back at his groin.
“I love your name so much.” I groan when his thumb brushes the underside of my breast and he chuckles.
I missed his cheekiness, his chuckles, these rare moments when his eyes shine with mischief and he decides to share all of himself with me.
Kava brings over four mugs of coffee and places them on the metal table. I reluctantly move away from Ryan to make way to the couch. As I am about to sit, he pulls me back, making me sit down on his lap. I nuzzle back into his chest.
We engage in the casual chitchat for a bit, all the while I keep thinking, how do I get some alone time with Ryan?
If these two are going to stay here all day, how do I confess my true feelings to my Ryan?
I have plans, very wonderful plans that involve me going down on my knees and sucking his big cock.
And then when he comes in my mouth, when he is all relaxed, I will climb on top on him and kiss his lips and tell him that I love him.
I know, I know. It’s not very out of the box but it’s still a stroke of genius, I think.