Chapter 14

Alissa

 

 

When I got to the house, I walked in the door like usual with two cups of coffee, but the smile on my face quickly fizzled as I noticed Ryan pacing back and forth in the kitchen. He looked way more agitated than normal, and I didn’t really know what to say. He looked up at me and gruffed a hello, causing me to put his coffee down on the counter and clear my throat. This was not at all how I thought the morning would start. I didn’t know whether I should talk to him about what was going on or just let him come to me. After a few more minutes of him staring out the kitchen window, I realized I should probably make sure he was okay since we had a really long day of work ahead of us, stuff that could wait if he wanted.

“Ryan, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he snapped. “Let’s just get to work. There is a lot to do.”

I shook my head and followed him into the living room, standing back and approving of the paint that they had applied the day before. We worked silently, removing the tape from the walls, starting to hang up shelves, and laying out the rug that was going on the floor. I looked over at him and watched his short, angry movements, feeling slightly uncomfortable. I couldn’t help but wonder if I had done something wrong. Maybe I had misread the entire situation, and Ryan didn’t feel the way I felt. Maybe he only thought of me as his sister and decorator, and falling off the ladder was just a ploy to keep him close. Oh, God, what if he thought I was trying to weasel my way in, and he had no feelings for me at all? I may have just made a huge ass out of myself, and I didn’t even realize it until that moment. He was so angry, and I guessed if I felt that way, I would be angry at me, too. He was supposed to be able to trust me, to rely on me, and I had made it look like I was some young girl fawning all over him in one of the hardest times of his life.

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out, after standing there for several minutes in cold silence.

I couldn’t take it anymore, the not knowing, the assuming that I had done something to cause him to act that way toward me. I couldn’t just sit there and let it go on. Whether we had mutual feelings or not for each other, he was part of the family, and his daughter had become a very important part of my life. I couldn’t let him continue to stew over this until he no longer wanted me around. He slowly turned around and looked at me, his eyebrows furrowed.

“What?”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I got caught up in everything, but I don’t know what I did. I really enjoy spending time with you, more than I have with anyone else in my life, in fact. I don’t want that to end. You are obviously upset with me, and I want to apologize for what happened yesterday. That was in no way intentional. My foot just slipped off the ladder, and you caught me. The moment was a lot, I know, but I guess I read too much into it. Listen, why don’t I just go for today, and we can start fresh tomorrow?”

“Whoa, whoa,” he said, grabbing my arm before I could walk out of the living room. “God, I am so sorry. I am not upset with you at all. My mood has nothing to do with you. Christina called this morning and acted like a royal bitch as usual. It just spun me all up and made me want to scream at her.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling slightly foolish. “What did she want?”

“She wanted to tell me she was coming into town soon and wanted to see Kayla,” he said. “Only last time she did that, she left that little girl standing at the front door and never showed up. She had the audacity to blame me for not calling and explaining why she didn’t come. She can never take responsibility for her own actions, so I let her have it. Before she hung up on me, she said she couldn’t understand why I couldn’t forgive her. Are you kidding me? I mean sure, maybe I could forgive her for cheating on me, but abandoning her daughter? Never. She didn’t have to move away. She could have stayed in the area and had custody of Kayla, but she didn’t want her.”

“What?” I could feel the blood boiling in my veins. “She is such a selfish bitch. I’m sorry, Ryan, but I have been holding this in the entire time I have been coming over here. Kayla is an amazing child and needs very little upkeep as far as children go. She wants love and attention. That’s it. Christina decided that she wanted to relive her glory days as a fucking whore, and she didn’t want to have the responsibility of a child. God, I’m sorry. You know all of this.”

“No.” He chuckled. “It’s okay. Trust me; you are allowed to say those things. You have been here taking care of both of us long enough to see the truth.”

“I just don’t understand it,” I said quietly.

“What?”

“Sure, there is no way to understand why a woman would just leave her child, but to leave a man that is as good as you, that is just baffling,” I said with blushed cheeks. “She never deserved you, not for one second. I hope that you know that.”

I got nervous and swayed back and forth on my feet as he stepped forward, staring at me. He reached over and lifted my chin with his fingers, leaning down and kissing my lips softly. I held my breath and closed my eyes, leaning into him and feeling the butterflies surge through my stomach and into my chest. It was everything I thought it would be and more.

When his lips pulled away from mine, I stood there with my eyes closed for another moment, letting the feelings settle. My eyes slowly opened and met his as he reached forward and took my hand, speaking no words but communicating very clearly with his actions. He turned and pulled me behind him, leading me upstairs into his newly decorated bedroom. He closed the door and flipped off the lights, turning to me and walking forward.

I stood nervously, not knowing what to do next, but I didn’t have to. He took control of the situation. I watched as he pulled his shirt from his raging muscles and tossed it on the floor. He reached forward and ran his fingers down the straps of my tank top, over my heaving breasts, and down to the edge. I lifted my arms over my head as he lifted it up and tossed it to the side. I stepped forward and kissed him again, this time with more passion and lust.

He trailed his fingers down my stomach and unbuttoned my shorts, pulling them down until they dropped. Our kiss grew more intense, and I reached behind me, releasing my bra and allowing my breasts to spill out in front of me. He grabbed onto them and massaged lightly as his tongue swirled around inside my mouth.

Suddenly, he reached down and grabbed me by the waist, lifting me up and laying me down on his bed. I reached my arms over my head as his lips trailed over my nipples, pausing only momentarily to flick at them with his tongue. He continued to move down over my stomach, hooking his fingers into the sides of my lacy panties and pulling them off me. I took in a deep breath as he laid his torso down between my legs and dipped his head down, sliding his tongue through the folds of my pussy. I moaned quietly, feeling his warm, wet tongue swirl through my juices and up around my clit. I could feel the heat bubbling in my stomach with every stroke of his tongue, and all I could think about was wanting more.

He reached his fingers up and spread my lips apart, sliding a finger inside of me slowly. I lifted my hips and moaned loudly, feeling him go deep and then slide back out again. His tongue moved wildly over my clit, sucking and nibbling faster and faster as my body began to writhe and move against him. I reached up and grabbed the edge of the new headboard and held on as I lifted my hips back up and ground against his mouth. He groaned into my pussy, sending the vibrations flowing through me and pushing that heat over the edge. Immediately, my head flew back, and my body arched as I screamed out in pleasure. I could feel the orgasm reverberating through every inch of my body as he moved his mouth steadily against me, tasting my juices and groaning as he lapped me up.

Before my body was fully relaxed again, he reached down and pulled off his shorts and boxers, sliding up toward my face. I could feel his huge, fully erect cock laying against my leg, and my eyes grew wide at the sheer size of him. He smiled cockily and reached over next to the bed, pulling a condom from a drawer and tearing off the top. He slid the condom over his shaft and put one hand by my head and the other under my lower back. He pulled my body up as he rolled his hips, pushing through the wetness. Instantly, he was deep inside of me.

I screamed out in ecstasy, feeling every inch of his huge cock fill me up completely. I relaxed my hips and drew my legs up to his sides, feeling his motion over and over again inside of me. His rock-solid body rubbed against my clit, and I could feel the smoothness of his skin. I closed my eyes and growled, feeling another orgasm building inside of me. I had never experienced ecstasy of this magnitude before, and it was driving me wild.

Ryan sat up and grabbed my hips with both hands, wrapping his strong fingers around me and pulling me forward to meet him as he thrust hard against me. Our skin slapped together, echoing through the room and filling my ears. Over and over again, he pushed deep inside of me before pulling back, never looking out of control of his movements for even a second. It was like he’d thought about this before and was replaying a fantasy already in his mind. I reached my arms out to both sides of the bed and held on tightly as he began to slam into me faster and deeper than before.

“Yes,” I screamed out, throwing my head back as his fingers moved down over my clit.

He groaned and clenched his teeth, and my body began to stiffen and convulse. I could feel my pussy vibrating against his shaft, and my warm juices flowed over his cock and down the base. He gripped me tighter, and he thrust deep and hard a few more times before pushing deep inside of me and leaning over top of me. I moaned loudly, feeling his dick pulsating over and over as he came hard and deep. His hips continued to move in short bursts until his body began to release the tension. He let out a deep breath and fell to my side, leaning his head against my shoulder and breathing deeply.

That was definitely the most erotic experience of my life, and I couldn’t believe that we had finally given in to our primal instincts.