Ryan

 

I wake up tangled around Stacey and smile. Never have I spent the night with a woman before, I always have them leave. Everything that is happening with Stacey is the complete opposite of the guy I usually am. The way she felt in my arms while we had sex and as we laid in bed it made me think I could possibly be falling for her. I asked her if she’d been in love, and as she described that emotion I felt that is what is happening to me. It shocked me and yet filled me with a sense of pure happiness. The idea of being with one woman was something I never wanted, I avoided. Until now.

 

She stirs in her sleep bringing me back to the present, and I decide to let her sleep while I go see if there is anything to make for breakfast. Getting out of bed as slowly as I can, I grab my boxers and jeans before leaving the bedroom. I slip them on then check her fridge and cabinets for food. I decide to make pancakes and bacon and pull everything out.

 

Just as I’m plating everything I feel Stacey’s arms wrap around my waist. “Good morning,” she says before placing a kiss on my back.

 

I spin around and pull her to me, loving the feel of her. I kiss her nose and smile. “Morning. How did you sleep?”

 

“I slept great, best I have in a long time,” she says smiling back.

 

“Me too. Are you hungry?”

 

We make our plates and go sit on the deck to eat. Even with her hair a mess and my t-shirt on, hey my t-shirt…“Nice shirt,” I say giving her a wink, she is still breathtaking.

 

She throws her head back laughing and looks over at me. “Well you did leave it here, so I thought I’d better use it. Plus, it’s comfortable.”

 

I grin and lean over to kiss her lips. “Keep it.”

 

After we finish our breakfast, we clean up the mess then settle on the deck with fresh coffee. Stacey has fallen silent, and I wonder what she’s thinking. Just as I open my mouth to ask, she says, “Ryan?” I raise my eyebrows and her cheeks get a hint of pink. “What happened the first night we met? The real story.”

 

“Don’t worry about it. It’s forgotten now,” I say. I don’t want her to be embarrassed.

 

“Please, I need to know.”

 

I rub the back of my neck and try to decide what to say, but when I notice the desperation on her face I know I need to tell her the truth. “Fine. Driving home from the bar, you kept fading in and out of consciousness. I wanted to get you home quickly, but I wasn’t sure exactly where you were staying. So when we pulled into the resort entrance, Tony, the security guard at the front gate, phoned your mom, and got your trailer number. You were moaning, and not in a good way,” I say, giving her a wink, trying to lighten the situation. “When I pulled you out of the car, you threw up all over yourself.” 

 

She covers her face and shakes it. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

 

I place my hand on hers and grin. “No need. So I brought you inside and undressed you, then cleaned you up. I didn’t take off your bra and panties until I put my shirt on you, I swear. After that you passed out, I sat on your bed to make sure you were okay.”

 

She searches my face and the look on hers makes everything worth it. She is so grateful and yet surprised.

 

“You sat in my bed all night?”

 

“I wanted to make sure you were alright,” I confess.

 

“Why would you do that?”

 

I shrug my shoulders and sip my coffee. “There was something about you, and it had nothing to do with you being Mike’s sister. I felt drawn to; I wanted to keep you safe.”

 

She moves over to me and straddles my lap. I rest my hands on her ass and squeeze. She leans forward and captures my lips, getting the attention of my cock. The longer and deeper the kiss, the harder I am getting. She pulls away and looks around before returning her gaze to me. She reaches down and tries to unbutton my jeans.

 

“Easy, Stacey, if you do that I won’t be able to control myself,” I warn her.

 

She pulls the zipper down and stands up to free me from the confines of my jeans and boxers. Once the air hits my cock, I know I’m a goner. Sitting down she kisses and sucks on my neck making it impossible for me to think of anything else but having her ride my cock. She looks at me with lust in her eyes and says, “I need you right now.”

 

“Fuck yes, let’s go,” I say waiting for her to stand up.

 

She doesn’t though, she leans into my ear and whispers, “No, I want you to fuck me right here, right now.”

 

Holy shit. I reach into my pocket, thankful I brought a few condoms, and roll it over myself. I reach under my t-shirt and feel she has nothing on and I groan. “Fuck, Stacey.” She stands just enough to sink down on my waiting cock. We both let out a moan and I sink my fingers into her ass. I nip her hardened nipples over the t-shirt and lightly smack her ass. I see pure ecstasy on her face as she tries to keep her eyes open. “Ride me, Stacey.”

 

She tilts and rolls her hips—a bit unsure of herself—and I help guide her by pulling her toward me with my hands on her ass. Once she gets the perfect rhythm it takes over my body. Her soft, tight pussy is sucking me and when she grips onto my shoulders and starts to really move I’m done.

 

“Ryan, oh God I’m so close already,” she moans.

 

I meet her thrust for thrust and feel my balls tighten and a fire spread in my stomach. I won’t last much longer. I rub her clit and she lets out a sound of pure pleasure, followed by her pussy gripping me so tight, we find our releases together. “Fuck, look at me, Stacey. I need to see you,” I manage to say.

 

When her eyes meet mine, I know in this moment, I’ve fallen.  There is no denying it and no avoiding it. For the first time in my life, I’m falling in love.

 

**

 

After a day of exploring, dinner, and of course another night of the best sex I’ve ever had, we are lying in bed. I have work in the morning, but that isn’t going to keep me from spending the night with her. Hell, we only live three minutes from each other, I will run home in the morning and get ready.

 

“Ryan,” she says, her voice full of sleep.

 

“What?”

 

“You make me happy.”

 

That’s it, that’s all she says before she passes out. “Baby, you make me happy. Thank you for that,” I say, knowing even if she hears me she won’t remember in the morning, but I sure as hell will. 

 

**

 

The next few days the only time Stacey and I aren’t together is when I’m working.  As soon as I get off I go to her place or she comes here.  Tonight is Friday, and I’m looking forward to being with her all weekend. She is coming over here for dinner and then we will definitely be having dessert.

 

“What are your plans tonight? You want to meet up at the bar?” Todd asks.

 

“No, not tonight. I’ve got plans.” I don’t look at him and just continue to pack my stuff away.

 

“Oh really? Still seeing that chick,” he asks leaning up against the wall.

I stand up and cross my arms. “Stacey, her name is Stacey. And yes, I’m still seeing her and we have plans,” I say, a bit annoyed that he keeps making light of the situation, like I’m going to dump her at any minute for a new chick.

 

He holds up his hands in a surrender gesture and backs away from me. I chuckle because I didn’t even say it nasty. “I’m just asking. I didn’t realize that you had suddenly changed your ways.”

 

I want to be pissed for his comment, but he is just saying what everyone else is thinking. I’ve noticed the stares and whispers when people see me with Stacey. I personally don’t give a shit, I just don’t want it to bother her. Shaking my head I finish packing up and tell the guys I’ll see them Monday.

 

When I get home, Stacey is sitting on my steps. She looks beautiful with her hair curled, sexy black dress, and her big smile. I jump out of my truck and walk over to her.

 

“Not that I’m not happy as hell to see you, but what are you doing here so early,” I ask as she stand up.

 

“Why don’t we ever go out,” she asks as soon as I reach her.

 

“What? We go out all the time. Yesterday we spent the day at the lake,” I say walking past her to open the door. I get in the door and she is right on my heels.

 

“Ryan, that’s not what I mean. Yes, we do a lot of things in the resort, but why don’t we ever go out to dinner or the bar?” She gives me sad eyes, and I pull her to me.

 

“Stacey, why do you want to go out so bad? We’d only be rushing home,” I say, trying to make light of the situation.

 

“Are you ashamed of me or something?”

 

I pull back and let go of her. I start pacing and rub the back of my neck, shocked that she would even think that. I turn around to face her and blow out a breath. “How could you ask that? You are the best thing to ever happened to me. You are beautiful, smart, funny, and sexy as fuck. It’s me, alright. You don’t notice the way people whisper or stare at us here. It would be worse in town. I just want to keep you safe from all that bullshit.”

 

She wraps her hands around my neck before kissing my lips. My hands automatically land on her ass and she smiles. “You don’t give me enough credit. I see it all, and I don’t care. The person they think you are isn’t the real you. I know that and that’s what matters. Now, go shower and get dressed because we are going out to dinner and then to the bar.”

 

Fuck, she has no idea how bad this is going to end. “I think it’s a bad idea.”

 

“That’s alright, I wasn’t asking. Go get ready,” she says and kisses my lips.

Not wanting to argue with her, I do just as she says. I can’t help but think of all the questions and comments that are going to be coming our way tonight. Hopefully she is strong enough to handle it because they are going to be relentless, especially at the bar. Right now, in the moment, I wish I had done things differently. Because tonight is going to suck.