Chapter Twenty-Eight
Blaire
Ryan’s lips were on mine before I even had a chance to ask him how his training had gone. I was glad because a part of me didn’t want to think of it at all. I’d been hoping that he would come home and tell me that he had changed his mind, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen. Ryan was going to fight no matter what any of us had to say about it. At that moment, it was hard to think of anything else other than being with him. Especially when he seemed so happy to see me.
Ryan wasted no time in taking off my clothes. Within seconds, both our clothes were lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, and I was lying completely naked on the bed with Ryan looming over me. I liked that he had taken charge like that. With Ryan, I always knew exactly what I was going to get. He was not shy about telling, or showing, me what he wanted. There was a certain hunger in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before and I wondered if it was the same look he had when he was fighting. He was the sort of guy that went after what he wanted. And got it.
He flipped me over so that I was lying on my stomach, and he bent down to kiss my neck, running his hands all over my body. I lay there, moaning in satisfaction as he made sure every part of my body was attended to. I wasn’t used to having someone look at me in the way he did, or touch me in the way he did. He made me feel wanted. When he turned me over again, I could see that he was hard and ready for me. I reached over for a condom which I knew he kept in the top drawer, ripped it out of the packaging, and placed it on him myself. I was not in the mood for messing around, either. There was no point in hiding what we both wanted to happen.
There wasn’t as much foreplay as there usually was between us. After I’d put the condom on him, Ryan was immediately inside of me and pushing up against me with passion and urgency, making me gasp with shock and pleasure. I could clearly see how much he wanted me.
There was something different about the sex this time. I couldn’t figure out what it was, but I felt a stronger connection between us. I felt that we needed each other even more than we wanted each other. It wasn’t just about the sex anymore. For the first time, I felt as if it went beyond just the physical. This feeling was unusual for me. I wasn’t used to having sex with so much emotion attached to it.
I arched my back and pulled him in tighter. He held onto me and turned me over so that I was now on top of him. I knew that he liked me being on top the most. He smiled at me as I sat up on him. He reached out and placed his one hand on my breast, circling my nipples and pinching ever so gently. His other hand reached up to my mouth, and as I sucked on his finger, I felt him harden even more inside me. I sucked his finger and thrust against him, over and over again. We looked at each other the whole way, until right at the end when he closed his eyes and I watched as he came inside me.
When I climbed off him, I smiled at him.
“You’re gorgeous,” I said to him.
“Did you come?” he asked.
I shook my head. I didn’t feel the need to lie. “No, but it’s okay. It was amazing, Ryan. You’re amazing.”
He kissed me and reached down to place his fingers inside me.
“It’s okay,” I said to him. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” he said.
I didn’t argue any further. It felt too good having him touch me like that. I looked at him and bit my lip. “Okay,” I said and then moaned as his fingers circled me. I was already wet from the sex, and it didn’t take long for me to orgasm. I was aware of him watching me and that only made it even more exciting for me. It was one of the best orgasms I’d ever experienced.
“Well,” I said when it was over. “That was nice.”
He chuckled. “Tell me about it. You know, after training, some of the guys like to go for a sports massage. They said it relaxes them. But I think I’ve found something a lot better than a massage.”
I grinned. “So, I’m your new form of therapy? I can live with that.”
“It’s good to have you here, Sunny.”
I chuckled as I always did when he called me by my new nickname. “And it’s good to be here. Thanks again for having me here. You were gone for so long, and I felt so safe. This place is great. And hopefully that person leaves me alone soon. You know, this whole time I’ve been dying to know who it is. Is it someone I know? Is it someone that’s close to me? Is it a stranger? It’s been driving me crazy. But now, I don’t want to know anymore. I just want them to leave me alone and let me live my life in peace. That’s all I want.”
“That’s what I want for you too.”
“So, how was your training today? And what did Nick say?” I asked. I didn’t really want to know about his training. I still hated the thought of him being out there and putting himself in danger. But I wanted to be supportive. And being supportive meant not ignoring what was happening. I wanted him to know that I was there for him no matter what he decided to do in life. If this was important to him, then it was important to me too.
“The training was good. Hey, thanks for asking. That’s nice of you. Nick was a little bit weird with me at first. He barely spoke to me and didn’t get involved in the training at all. I guess I should’ve expected that. And afterward he came to try and talk me out of it. But obviously it’s not going to happen, and I think he knows that. But he even admitted that he had never seen me train so hard before.”
I chuckled. “You’re honestly the most stubborn person that I have ever met.”
“Stubborn?”
I nodded. “Oh yeah. When you want something, you go for it, don’t you? And you always get it. You’ve got that sort of determination about you that a lot of other people don’t have.”
“Winning this fight is not the only thing that I want.”
I giggled. “Let me guess; you also want hot dogs.”
“That would be nice. But I’d rather have you.”
“Then you’re in luck,” I said.
“I am?”
“Oh yeah, Mr. Knuckles. You’ve got me.”
“It’s that easy?”
“It’s that easy. I happen to have a thing for very stubborn men.”
He laughed. “That’s a relief.”
We lay in bed for a while, just chatting about things. We put both the fight aside, as well as the crazy stalker, and just got to know each other on other levels. Sometimes there was so much going on that we forgot to just relax and have a good time. He told me all about growing up with five brothers, and I told him what it was like growing up as an only child. It was fun seeing the contrast between us. They were things we had briefly touched on before but never spoken about in this much detail. We wanted to know everything about each other.
“I wonder if that’s why we get along so well. We grew up with the extreme. I mean, most people have one or two siblings. You had four, and I had none,” I said as I snuggled in close to him. We were both still completely naked, and his hand was trailing over my body as we talked. I couldn’t believe that I was starting to feel aroused by him all over again.
“Yeah, you’re right,” he said. “Maybe that’s why we’re both so crazy.”
“Speak for yourself,” I said and chuckled.
His hand reached for my breast, and I let out a slight groan. I was just about to lean in and kiss him when I heard my phone go off downstairs. I moaned.
“Don’t go,” he said.
“It’s probably Katie. She said she was going to call,” I said and quickly grabbed my robe and rushed downstairs.
“Hello,” I said breathlessly when I answered the phone.
Silence. Then the sound of someone breathing. This was definitely not Katie.
“Hello? Who is this? Please just tell me who you are and what you want.”
“Hello, Blaire.”
I jumped up in fright at the sound of the voice. So far, nobody had ever spoken when these calls happened, and the voice took me completely by surprise. It was a male voice, and slightly muffled. It was raspy and hard to understand.
“Who is this?” I asked. It was not a voice that I recognized.
“I can’t believe you got married,” said the voice.
“What? What do—”
I didn’t get a chance to answer as the voice cut in again.
“How dare you? You disgust me. You and your husband disgust me.” His voice went even deeper on the word husband.
“I don’t understand what’s going on,” I said.
“You don’t have to understand. But hear me now: you’re in danger.”
“I . . . what?” I could barely hear him over the sound of my beating heart.
“You’re in danger. I know you’re not at home anymore. I’ve been there. You don’t answer anymore. So I assume you’re with him. Well, I’m going to find you. And I’m going to kill both you and your husband. You can’t hide from me any longer, Blaire. You can’t ignore me anymore.”
He hung up before I had a chance to ask him anything more. What was going on? Who was this man and why did he want to kill me? My hands were trembling. I thought of calling back but knew that I wouldn’t get through. I stood there, staring at the phone and wondering what was going on. And then, I heard a noise from upstairs, and I was suddenly all too aware of the danger that I had put Ryan in. He was already going through so much in his life, and the last thing he needed was to deal with this.
I went upstairs and forced myself to smile.
“Was it Katie?” He asked.
“Yeah, it was Katie. Girl talk,” I said and smiled my false smile again.