“What’s on your mind?” Ryan asked as he pulled me close, kissing the top of my head. We had checked into our rooms in New Orleans late the night before, and spent the night together like we’d been doing the last three weeks. We hadn’t discussed what was going on between us in any real or official way, but he fucking owned me. In that short period of time on the road, we’d spent every night together, shared so many stolen moments in secret, and had managed to fuck just about everywhere you could imagine.

“Just enjoying the moment,” I replied wistfully. I wasn’t looking for any kind of real commitment, and neither of us had the time to be screwing around with other people the way our arrangement had played out thus far, but I did wonder what he thought. What would happen when the tour ended? I knew it wasn’t the time to question, it was time to enjoy; something I hadn’t done in so long, and I forgot how intoxicating it could be.

As he ran his fingers through my hair, I examined his tattoos, gently running my fingertips over the designs on his chest, smiling. Laying there naked with him, his firm body next to mine, I felt protected. Like I could be free for the first time in as long as I could recall.

Ryan tilted my chin up toward him, stealing a tender kiss. “There’s something I think you need to know,” he said seriously.

My eyes widened, wondering what bomb he was about to drop; thinking the worst, as always. “What is it?” I said softly.

“I want you to know that I’d never let anyone, or anything, hurt you,” he said.

Confused by his statement, I scrunched up my face. “What do you mean?” I asked.

“I mean, no matter what happens. With us, with anything – I’m not going to let you get hurt. I care about you, Miranda,” he said bluntly. “I care about you in a way… well, in a way I’m not sure how to describe, but it’s more than what you think.”

Relieved he wasn’t pumping the brakes on whatever it was we had, a smile formed on my lips. “And how, Mr. King, do you know what I think?” I teased, skimming my hand along his torso.

“I just know. And as far as I’m concerned, this doesn’t have to be a secret, you know.” He added.

Shock replaced my smile, as my jaw fell open. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell people what we’re up to, in the middle of this tour.”

“I’m not saying I think it’s a good idea. What I’m saying is that it doesn’t have to be a secret if it bothers you. I’d shout from the rooftops how I feel about you.” Ryan’s hand drifted back to playing with my hair, while his gaze scanned my face.

Still surprised, and blushing from his implication, I replied, “I’m not ready to share whatever this is with the world,” I said pausing for a moment. “I like having you all to myself.”

He rolled over, hovering above me with a grin that could light up a town. “I like it that way too, babe,” he answered before burying his face in my neck, kissing my shoulder, and running his tongue along the spot where they met. His stubble had grown into a soft, blond beard in the last few weeks, and as it brushed against my neck, it both tickled, and stirred up my need for him. We were already naked from our first round, and had meant to go to sleep, but as round two began, any thoughts of being tired vanished when his lips made their way down to my chest. As he took one of my nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, I gasped slightly. That sensation was one of my favorite things, and there were many delicious things he could do with that tongue.

I could feel the warmth between my legs as I reached for him, pulling him down to me. He grabbed a condom from the table next to us, and quickly rolled it over his enormous cock. He then turned his attention to my other nipple, sending a jolt to my core. As he kneaded and massaged my chest, giving a slight pinch to the unattended nipple, he worked his way back up to my lips, kissing me deeply, passionately. As if he’d sucked all the air from my lungs, I gasped as he thrust into me. Waiting a moment, he kissed me again, gently licking my lower lip before biting it softly. Then he began to fuck me slowly, teasing me.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he growled into my neck, thrusting his cock in as deep as he could, hitting all the right spots, making me speechless.

“No,” I huffed out, beginning to pant with need. I wanted him to go faster, to fuck me harder, but he was taking his time with me, and my entire body was shaking.

“You consume me,” he whispered, thrusting slowly into me again, pushing himself in further. I couldn’t reply; hell, I could barely think. He pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at me, slowly sliding his cock in and out of my drenched pussy. “You’re so wet, Miranda. You’re wet for me,” he grinned, still teasing me as he pulled out, but not quite all the way. Holding himself up with one arm, his other hand ran over my breast, pinching my nipple again, and rubbing it softly with the pad of his thumb as he moved his hand down to the spot we were connected. He began rubbing my clit with his thumb gently, his cock continuing to hit the spot that sent me over the edge.

“Fuck!” I yelled out, as he teased me. On the brink of ecstasy, I could barely stand it as my hips began to rock into him.

“Stay still,” he demanded.

“I can’t,” I whined, desperate for my release as he continued his delicious torture of my body.

“Tell me what you want, Miranda,” he whispered. “What do you want me to do?”

My knees were bent slightly, and as I looked down at him, playing with my clit, teasing me with the tip of his beautiful cock, my inner whore yelled out, “Fuck me, Ryan! Fuck me hard!”

“With pleasure,” he replied, as he fell above me, thrusting into me with fervor. “You feel so fucking good, Miranda. Is this what you wanted?” He was almost panting as his cock pummeled into me, sending shockwaves through my system.

“Yes!” I shouted, taking every inch of him as he pounded into me. Within moments, I was falling over the edge into my climax, screaming out his name while my entire body shook.

Not done with me yet, he rolled me over on top of him and sat up, holding me in place. “Now fuck me, Miranda.” He grabbed my hips, grinding me into him, slowly and deeply. I let him guide me along his cock while I recovered from my last orgasm before taking over, rolling my hips to meet his, harder and faster, feeling another one coming myself. I felt his cock stiffen inside me, and as he reached his climax, he groaned my name, holding himself inside me as deep as he could, grasping my hips tightly.

Both of us shaking almost uncontrollably, he lifted me gently and I laid down beside him. “I thought we were going to sleep,” I sighed out, still catching my breath.

“We can go to sleep now,” he laughed. “Or we can go again, if you want.”

“Uh no! I’m spent! Are you kidding me?” There was absolutely no way I could go again. None.

“I am kidding. Now get over here and kiss me before you fall asleep on me, woman,” .He tugged at me lovingly.

After kissing him goodnight, I rolled to my side, letting him spoon me. I may not know exactly what we had together, but whatever it was, it was fantastic, and sleeping with him had become almost restorative. I felt well rested, protected and happy when I woke up those mornings next to him.