Ryan

 

The three weeks after I told Stacey I loved her, have been life altering. I didn’t think there would be a time in my life that a woman would make me whole, and until Stacey there wasn’t. Now I can’t picture my life without her in it. I was a changed man and it was because of her.

 

Today we are having all of my friends over for dinner and she is so excited. I told her they are a bunch of assholes and normally they are, but with her they were different. I think she has us all under some spell.

 

We get the steaks for dinner marinated and the pasta salad made before we sit down for a minute. It’s nice to just relax on the couch, her legs resting across mine while I run my hand up and down them. The TV is on but neither of us are paying attention. She is looking out the window and I am looking at her.

 

“Ryan, how long ago did your dad pass away,” she whispers turning her head to look at me.

 

“Almost three years ago. It was hard letting him go, but the cancer had taken over. As hard as it was for me, I know it was worse for him.” I hate talking about losing my dad. He was the only person I ever trusted, my only true friend besides Mike, but I feel like I have something like that with Stacey now. I know I can tell her anything without judgment.

 

“I’m so sorry. He was a good man. I wish Mike would have told me,” she says leaning over to kiss my arm.

 

“Me too, baby,” I say and lean over causing her to lay on her back as I climb onto of her. “He would have loved to see you again. Especially knowing we got together.”

 

She reaches up running her hand down my face and smiles. “I love you.”

 

I press my lips to hers then push my tongue into her mouth and we both moan from the contact. She wraps one leg around my hip, and I push my hips forward letting her feel how much I want her. I reach my hand under her shirt and massage her tits, all the while never breaking our kiss.

 

“Damn, this is hot,” I hear and pull away from Stacey looking over my shoulder. There stands Todd, Jim, and Dave. “Don’t stop on our account. I just didn’t realize it was dinner and a show,” Todd says.

 

I remove my hand from her tits as she unhooks her leg from me.  Leaning down I whisper in her ear, “To be continued.” As I stand up she sits up adjusting her shirt, and I shoot daggers at the three of them.

 

As pissed as I was when they interrupted us, now that we are sitting down to dinner and laughing at stories I’m glad Stacey suggested this dinner. I can’t remember a time that I hung out with the three of them that didn’t include work, alcohol, or woman. It’s also great to see them accepting this relationship. It’s not that I needed their approval, but it makes me happy that I have it.

“So this one time, Ryan thinks he’s going to show us how to pick up older chicks. He walks up to the sexiest woman in the bar and says some corny ass line and she throws her drink in his face,” Todd says and they all laugh.

 

“At least I had the balls to talk to her. You guys were hiding behind a fucking door peeking through the crack.” Stacey laughs even harder, and I wink at her.

 

“Damn, I love these stories. I think it’s great you’ve all been friends for so long. I lost most of my friends when I went off to law school,” she says before taking a sip of her wine.

 

“Why,” Jim asks finishing off his steak.

 

“I don’t know. Probably because I spent more time studying than I did doing anything else.” She looks over, silently begging me to change the subject.

 

“Hey guys, do you remember the time that Wayne got arrested because a visitor said he was trying to look into her cabin,” I ask and they all laugh. Stacey mouths ‘thank you’ and I wink. Doesn’t she realize I would anything for her no matter how big or small?

 

After the guys finally leave and dinner is cleaned up, I toss her over my shoulder and carry her into my room then toss her on the bed.

 

“Hey,” I saying, laughing.

 

I climb on top her and tuck her hair behind her ears. “To be continued, remember?”  I press my lips hers and she melts into me. Just like before she wraps her leg around me and I massage her tits. This time I know no one is walking in, and I pull her shirt off before removing her shorts. Laid out before me,  she takes my breath away. I still can’t believe that this stunning, sexy, smart woman loves me as much as I love her.

 

I make quick work of pulling my clothes off before we are tangled around each other. Kissing down her neck to her tits I nip both her nipples poking through her bra, causing her to yell out. “Fuck, Stacey, I’ll never get my fill of you.” I remove her bra and pay homage to her sensitive tits while she moans and thrushes beneath me. It is so fucking hot, and I need to be inside her. I pull off her panties and rub my hand down her pussy to see how wet she is. When her essence covers my fingers I let out a groan. “So fucking hot.”

 

I remove my boxers and reach for the condom on my night stand. She kisses my chest and lets her hands explore my body. Her soft touch makes it difficult to roll the condom on. “Your body is amazing, Ryan .”

 

I lay her back and kiss her lips. “No baby, your body is.” She shakes her head and looks back at my chest.

 

I lift her chin to look in my eyes and say, “I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. You’d see how breathtaking you are.”

 

She smiles and runs her hand down my cheek. “I’m so lucky,” she whispers.

 

“Baby, I’m the one who’s lucky.” I kiss her and she runs her hands up and down my arm. I push my cock against her and she pushes back against me, letting me know she is just as ready as I am. I thrust into her causing her to scream out. I’m too turned on, too consumed with her. I need her to feel me everywhere, just like I feel her. Pumping myself in and out, fast and hard, I grunt every time she moans. It’s hard and rough, yet somehow I feel like we are connecting more. Like she just took control of my entire heart, and damn it I hope I have hers.

 

She digs her nails into my arms and tosses her head back. “Oh God, Ryan , I’m so close.”

 

“I feel you. You feel so fucking good,” I growl out as I feel her tighten on my cock. “Look at me, Stacey.”

She does and I reach down to rub her clit. Seconds later she explodes around me, and I look into her eyes seeing her soul. It’s so powerful that I can’t hold back and my orgasm rips through me. I keep my eyes focused on hers, hoping she too can see into my soul.

 

After we both recover, I get rid of the condom and pull her into my arms. “I love you so much, Stacey,” I say, kissing her shoulder.

 

“I love you too, Ryan ,” she replies, and I can hear the exhaustion in her voice.

 

“Sleep baby. I’ll see you when I get off of work tomorrow.”

 

She simply nods and I grin because even watching her fall asleep is sexy.

 

**

 

Leaving her in my bed, whether she’s naked or not, is hard as hell. So when I get home after work I can’t wait to get to her place and pull her into my arms. I take a fast shower and throw on a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt. I decide to take my truck and see if she wants to go grab something to eat. I pull up to her place and bounce up the stairs. I knock once and walk in.

 

I expect to see her waiting for me, maybe having a drink or hell sitting here in my old t-shirt. What I don’t expect to see, what has my heart barely beating is seeing her luggage in the living room.  I spin around and notice that everything is packed up, the kitchen, the living room. I can even see out the back window that her table and chairs are put away. I’m so confused and starting to get nervous because maybe something is wrong.

 

“Stacey,” I call out.

She walks out of the bedroom, pulling a suitcase behind her. She locks eyes with me and stops in her tracks. “Ryan,” she whispers.

 

I try to step around all her crap to get to her and when I do she gives me a tight smile. “What the hell is going on? Are you leaving for good?”

 

“I got a call from my firm today and was offered this huge case,” she says looking at me with a smile cracking her lips.

 

“And you what? Just figured you’d pack up and hurry the hell out of here before I got off work? Were you even going to tell me you were leaving?” I’m so pissed right now. I’m doing everything I can to control my temper.

 

“Hey, I wasn’t just going to leave without saying goodbye.”

 

“So that’s it? You go back to New York and resume the boring life you tried to escape?” I know it sounds nasty, but she’s the one who told me she wanted more. I was her fucking more.

 

“That’s not fair. This case is huge, and I need to go. I’d regret it if I didn’t,” she says pulling her suitcase to sit beside her. I shake my head and turn away from her. “Ryan, wait.” I turn back around and she is smiling. “These last few weeks have been the best of my life and I do love you, but I need to do this. You can understand that right?”

 

I give my best fake smile and shake my head. “You said enough. Your only regret would be missing out on a huge case, not missing out on this,” I say pointing a finger between us. She doesn’t say anything so I turn toward the door. Pushing it open, I turn my head to look at her “This is why I don’t do relationships. I told you, everyone always leaves.”

 

With that I let the screen door slam behind me and make my way to the truck. I’ve only felt this pain two other times, when my mom left and when my dad passed away. Now I’ve lost Stacey, and I know that nothing will be the same again.