by Kaylee, Katy
Copyright © 2019 by Katy Kaylee
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Contents
Say Yes
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1. Gwen
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4. Ryan
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Epilogue: Gwen
Playing Pretend (Description)
Prologue
Say Yes
A Valentine’s Day Secret Baby Romance
by
Katy Kaylee
Description
One perfect kiss just turned my upside down world right again.
I might as well have “Divorced” tattooed to my forehead.
The last time I was single, my brother and his best friend were still teenage twerps who couldn’t drive let alone drink.
The joke’s on me. Ryan grew up hot. And his perfect kiss just saved my life.
Teasing eyes. Tempting lips. Muscles that could stop traffic.
No wonder he’s a soap opera star.
My voluptuous curves melted against his hard abs, and the next thing I knew, I was pregnant.
My little brother’s gonna murder him, but only if he finds out.
I’ve never been good at keeping secrets, and Ryan’s doing all he can to pry this new one out of me.
What happens if I tell?
The only thing worse than losing my family would be losing him.
Has love always been a four letter word?
Gwen
“You moved into this house in a single day? I can’t believe it… it took me two weeks to get everything unpacked when I moved.” Smiling faintly as my cousin pulled me into a tight hug, I only hummed at her question, and anxiety gnawed at my gut. “I love this house, though- it’s so quaint and cute. You did a good job nabbing it. It’s three bedrooms, too, right?”
“Yeah. There’s some food in the kitchen…” Shutting the front door of my brand-spankin’-new house, I let Kelly rub my back as her eyes flooded with sympathy. “I’m glad to be back home, honestly. San Francisco was taking its toll on me.”
“We’re glad you’re back, Gwen. I missed you.” Sourness coated my tongue as I licked my lips heavily, and I glanced over my shoulder at the two-dozen people lingering around my house. All of the faces were familiar, if only vaguely, and it hit me like a slap to the face that I’d been gone for 12 years. Friends that I’d fallen out of touch with caught up with each other; my parents kept at least one eye on me; my little brother had very clearly had a few beers.
There was a certain strangeness to it, now that I was older. What was normal, here? What should I do, now? Crossing my arms over my chest, I rubbed my cheek with the back of my fingers as I stared dazedly at the pristine carpet underfoot. This wasn’t a case of ‘picking up the pieces’; I’d left that shattered world behind when I sold my restaurant and moved back home.
Well, more accurately, when I first filed for divorce could’ve been the moment I knew that starting over was the better option. I hated San Francisco with all it’s stupid hills, stupid hipsters, stupid memories.
“I hate being a statistic.” Grumbling to myself, I shuffled towards the kitchen to grab a glass that had never been used from one of the top cabinets. The drone of conversations from the living room fell away some, and I popped open the refrigerator for the water pitcher. Leaning on the counter to sip my drink, I frowned under furrowed brows. This party was turning into a mistake- it wasn’t doing its job and distracting me from my train-wreck of a life.
Hindsight is a bitch. All of those warning signs and red flags flashed behind my lids when I blinked, and my chest tightened. Craig- Craig- Craig- why had I made a mistake as bad as Craig? Why was I foolish enough to think that we could be that couple that married right out of high-school and stayed together forever?
Most importantly, I think- why didn’t I listen to my mom? That was my biggest mistake, because everything she’d predicted had come true. I lost everything; even the parts of me that Craig had no business stealing, he had.
“Hey, Gwen.” Blinking hard at the deep, cautious tone, I glanced up from the edge of the island with narrowed eyes. Deep dimples cut into sharp cheeks, and I searched and searched my memories only to come up empty as to who held those steely, gray eyes. “You don’t seem like you’re enjoying your own party, hiding in here.”
“I’m admiring my own food… not that anyone’s eating it.” Grumbling around the rim of my glass, my lip twitched when the man smirked, and his muscular arms flexed as he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. He’s pretty. I wonder if I’m related to him somehow… that’d be a shame.
That was a problem, being the oldest by a good chunk. I didn’t care back then about my cousins, so I could barely recognize them, now. Tearing my eyes off him, my frown darkened at the thought, and I almost forgot he was there. Propping himself next to me, he nudged me with his elbow, and tension zinged through me as he spoke up quietly.
“I don’t blame them. Everyone knows not to touch works of art… though, I’ve broken that rule a few times.” Roiling eyes met mine, and fire licked my cheeks before the nameless man spoke up again, a playful smirk gracing his lips. “So, you really don’t remember me? That’s a shame.”
“To be honest… I don’t recognize half the people here. Sad, isn’t it?” Taking another sip of my water, I watched over the rim of the glass as he shook his head.
“It’d be sad if I was related to you, but I’m not. Allow me to refresh your memory, then.” A strange sense of relief swept through me, and I perked up as he stepped away from the counter. “T-“
“Ryan, dude- what are you doing in here when the party’s out there?” Shock tightened my chest, and my eyes widened as a guilty, slightly annoyed look flashed across Ryan’s face. Sauntering over, my little brother flung his arm over my shoulders, and a small oompf escaped me as I stared dumbly between the two. “Let me tell you, Gwenny- I am so glad you’re back. I always hated that dick, Craig-”
“Tom!” The hard snap that whipped over my head made my brother tense against my side, and I rolled my lips between my teeth. Sending me an apologetic glance, Ryan grabbed Thomas’ arm to haul him out of the kitchen. Watching them disappear beyond a wall, I crossed my arms tight over my chest as memories flooded my mind’s eye.
Ryan- the last time I’d seen him, he was 14 years old; his voice squeaked constantly, and his limbs were too long for his body. He hadn’t started to get taller, then, and he was super self-conscious about his gangly stature.
Obviously, that’d all changed- I mean, of course it would. He’s… what- 25, now?
Dumping my glass in the sink
, I made my way back into the living room to catch sight of him scowling at my brother. They were the same age, Ryan and Thomas, and I leaned on the doorframe to scan him through narrowed eyes. Lean, dense muscles roped around his arms, and his shirt strained against his chest when he ran his hand through his hair. Whatever he said was too soft for me to hear across the room, and I sucked in a sharp breath when his gaze flickered to mine.
“Gwen, honey…” The call broke our connection, and my eyes flew to my mom as she wobbled towards me on her cane. Her smile was bright, her wrinkles deep and face glowing with happiness, and she pulled me into a hug. “I’m so happy you’re back home… not why or how, but just that you are.”
“Thanks, Mom- I’m glad I’m back, too.” The automatic response earned me a hard look, and I blushed furiously as I rubbed my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “Ah- you know… thank you for not telling me ‘I told you so’… I should’ve listened to you about Craig. I’m glad I went to San Francisco, but marrying him was a mistake that you warned me not to make.”
“I would never say that, Gwendolyn.” The flames creeping up my neck intensified when my mom used my full first name; even now, at 30 years old, it was a little embarrassing, and she smiled to show off her dentures. “It’s not your job to listen to me, honey- it’s your job to acknowledge when I’m right. Craig was an alright man, but he wasn’t marriage material. He had such… lofty ambitions…”
“Yeah… I’m lucky, I guess, in that sense. It’s not like he was controlling or abusive or anything- he just expected a lot. In that way, I supposed I’m grateful to him. Things could’ve gone a lot worse for me in the divorce, and I didn’t have to share the money I got from selling my restaurant, which made things so much easier.” Even as the lie rolled off my tongue, my mom clearly didn’t believe me, but she let it slide with a pat on my shoulder. “Um- I’ve actually been thinking of restarting. It’s December, so it’s a great time to have the time to get ready for spring and summer, and statistically speaking- if I get a good place, the foot traffic along will be better than it was in San Fran.”
“You can do anything you want to, Gwen. As your father says- your life doesn’t really start until 35.” Chuckling at those wise words, I nodded, and my mom gave me one, final, pat before stepping back. “Speaking of- where is that old fool?”
“I think he’s in the basement helping Taylor set up the entertainment stuff… I may or may not have splurged a little on, like, a man cave or whatever it’d be called for myself. Do you want something to eat? I made this steak wrap thing, and it was a huge hit at my restaurant.” Agreeing easily, my mother swept past me into the kitchen, and I glanced over my shoulder briefly. Ryan and my brother were both gone, and disappointment stabbed my chest.
I would’ve liked to look at him some more.
Gwen
Panting softly, I bit down on my bottom lip as cold prickles climbed up my spine. A bed I’d never slept in before was silent against my rhythm, but the sounds coming from my cell phone commanded all of my attention. Between my legs, a random pillow warmed from friction, and goosebumps washed my skin.
Watching porn wasn’t anything to get excited about, but I hadn’t had sex in over a year. Closing my eyes, I let the moans and grunts fill my head, and my core tightened as I shamelessly humped my pillow. Dull pleasure rippled through me, and I reached down with stiff fingers under my panties. Wetness coated my fingertips as they parted my folds, and I shuffled onto my knees to bury my moan in the mattress.
My toes curled when I slid two digits into my channel, and I gasped and shuddered from the tingling sensation. Tilting and rolling my hips, I spread my thighs wider, and my mouth dried from my harsh breaths.
Propping myself on a weak arm, I clenched my jaw against the pleasure that built up against my eyes. Forcing my eyelids apart, a violent shiver lodged between my shoulder blades, and my gaze wandered for a fraction of a second.
But it was a fraction of a second too long, and I tensed as my heart stuttered in surprise. My pupils blew, lungs locking, and frigid shards stuck in my chest when I met Ryan’s eyes. He wasn’t even trying to hide behind my bedroom door- didn’t try to mask the desire rampaging in his cloudy orbs- and my brain came to a screeching halt.
“Sorry- I wanted to know if you needed help cleaning up after everyone left.” His rasp tickled my ears, and Ryan sort of floated towards me- like an angel. Quivering as waves of powerful self-consciousness slammed into me, I opened my mouth only to find that I had nothing to say. Stopping with his knees against the side of my bed, he never dropped my gaze even as he did what I couldn’t and spoke up. “I didn’t mean to watch… you’re just so beautiful…”
“B- beautiful?” He was so infuriatingly confident that if he was uncomfortable, I couldn’t tell, and I barked out a laugh of disbelief. “Hardly. You don’t have to lie to try to make me feel better.”
“You know-“ Gasping when Ryan put his knee on the mattress’ fresh sheets, my brain suddenly kicked in. Covering myself with my abused pillow, I scooted up to the top of my bed, but still, his eyes never left mine. They blazed with need and truth, and a whimper clogged my throat. “The problem with thin girls is that when you fuck them, you’re always afraid their skin will come right off their bones.”
My heart rate went wild at that strangely erotic, strangely creepy rationale, and Ryan grabbed my pillow to tug ever so gently. The fabric of the casing rubbed my arms and shins raw as it slid away, and he climbed onto my bed fully to toss it to the floor.
“What are you doing?” The dumb question earned me a slick smirk, and a shrill squeal ripped from my throat when he grappled my ankles. Pulling me back into the middle of my king-sized bed, Ryan trapped me with a hand on either side of my head. Not daring to breathe, I trembled under the euphoria of his sheer self-assurance- like he was hoping this might happen and had prepared for it.
“Isn’t it obvious? I’m gunna kiss you and then finger you, Gwen.” His blatant answer rocked me to my core, and I clenched as he worked his knee between my knees. “Maybe I’ll eat you out- maybe I’ll even get the privilege to fuck you- I don’t know. It all depends on what you want.”
“Privilege?” Arching a brow at the disbelief thickening my tone, Ryan balanced on one hand as the other crept south, and my brain struggled to catch up to the situation.
“Yeah- of course. What did you think- that I’d make you do it yourself? No- no way. You deserve more than that.” Leaning down to kiss my chin, he spread my legs with his hips, and I sputtered stupidly. Arching reflexively into Ryan’s hard chest, I palmed his biceps only to shiver when they flexed. “Tell me to leave, and I will, Gwen.”
I knew that I needed to say that one word, but it stuck in my throat as Ryan ducked into my neck. The coarse fabric of his shirt rubbed my nipples, and I gasped when he nibbled my skin delicately. His hand crept further south, and my hips tilted up eagerly as my brain misfired. Rather than doubt and denial, it released need and abandon, and my nails dug into his arms.
Thick, callused fingers traversed the rolls of my imperfect body, and I panted harshly as Ryan kissed and suckled down my neck. My breasts ached, but my heart ached fiercer as he licked just above it with all of his tongue. Jerking outward, my knees gave a faint crack, and I lifted my head to watch him slurp up my nipple just as he caressed my clit outside my panties.
“Oh-h… yeah-h-…” The guttural, pleased moan that escaped me bounced off the ceiling, and Ryan nibbled the pert bud leisurely. Rolling my hips against his hand, my thighs clung to his waist, and he wasted no time peeling back my panties. Expectation surged through me with a ferociousness that boiled my blood, and I whimpered a greedy sound.
Switching to my right nipple, Ryan sucked hard as his fingertips breached my entrance, and I squeezed my eyelids shut to relish the sensation. It’d been so long that I wasn’t sure how long I could last anymore, and the twist and curl of his fingers was almost alien.
But it was good- it was so good…
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br /> “Cum- cum as much as you can, Gwen-“ My harsh breath hitched at the demand, and I moaned as Ryan went knuckle-deep into my channel. Wiggling his fingers to stretch and caress my walls, coaxing the quivering flesh into weak undulations. Pumping his hand harder, faster, he gazed intently at my face, and flames licked my cheeks as the coil in my abdomen tightened.
“Y- yes- yes- I’m c- I’m cumming…” Arching sharply as rapture flooded my veins, I clenched my jaw and tightened around Ryan’s digits as he twisted and flexed. His pleased groan caressed my brain, and pressure released from behind my eyes to create a dense fog. Thumbing my clit to intensify the sensation, he ducked to kiss and suck my neck, and his harsh breaths rolled down the valley between my breasts. Grinding his front against mine, he rode my orgasm as far as he could, and black spots assaulted my vision when it finally came to an end.
“So damn beautiful…” His mumble reverberated off my collar bone, and I shivered as Ryan slipped his fingers out of me. Brushing his lips over my sweat-tinged skin, he rubbed against me with gentle rocks, and my lungs burned for air. “You feel a little better?”
“…Yes.” There was no point in lying, my fogged mind realized, and I licked my lips heavily before Ryan pushed himself up. His eyes gleamed with accomplishment, and his sigh tingled the bridge of my nose as reality wiggled into my ears. “B- but… you need to leave, now, Ryan…”
