by Penny Wylder
Ryon’s eyes are firmly set on mine. He licks his lips and my heart starts to race as my stomach flips. His hands glide down my arms, and he swiftly wraps me around the waist and pulls me in.
He doesn’t kiss me right away. He just looks at me. There’s something in his eyes. It’s fierce, drawing me in, capturing every single piece of me as he slowly lowers his lips to mine.
Tingles spread across my mouth, the electricity sparking as our lips seal together. He gently slips his tongue into my mouth, licking and tasting. This kiss feels different. The tingles move down my arms and through my chest, curling around my heart and squeezing.
I can feel him. I can feel him all through my body.
He’s no longer just Ryon Daniels. . .
He’s my husband.
7
Ryon
Unlocking the door to our hotel room, I feel different.
That kiss. . . It changed something inside. Something feral, something raw, carnal.
She’s mine now.
The thought makes my entire body hot. I want to show off my wife, take her out, put her on display to the rest of the world, and let them know she’s mine.
But I can’t. I made her a promise, and I’m going to keep it. I’ll keep her safe, I won’t let her lose her job because of me. I brought her into this mess, and I won’t let it hurt her.
“Here we are,” I say, fanning out my arm for her to go in first.
“Does anyone else know we’re here?” she asks as she brushes past me into the room.
The scent of her perfume invades my senses, causing my cock to twitch. She’s fucking perfect. Absolutely and utterly perfect. And she doesn’t even know it.
“Nope.”
“Good.” She drops her bag to the floor and looks around.
Opening up the mini fridge, I pull out a few small bottles of whiskey. “Drink?” She’s quiet for a second, but it’s long enough for me to see she’s trying to decide. “Come on, it is our wedding night, and neither of us are driving until the morning. Nothing wrong with enjoying a couple.”
“All right, you convinced me.” She comes to my side and I hand her a bottle.
Twisting the cap, I lift mine in the air. “To us,” I say. She lifts her bottle in unison and knocks it against mine. We down our shots quickly. “Want another?” I ask.
“Fuck it, it is our wedding night,” she says as she wipes her wrist across her mouth and sets the small bottle down on the table.
“That’s my girl.”
Handing her a second, we drink them just as fast as the first. My stomach is warm and my mouth is hot. I can feel the alcohol as it hits my blood stream and gives me a renewed sense of confidence.
It’s our wedding night. I just got married. The thought is exciting, sending a surge of electricity through my veins.
“This is nice, Ryon. The view is amazing.” Gil moves to the window to look out it, crossing her arms. “Wow, look at how incredible the city looks at night.”
Walking up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and tuck my chin into the crook of her neck. “It really is,” I say as I peer out the window.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a giggle. “Are you drunk already? Did I marry a lightweight?”
“I’m not drunk, and I’m certainly not a lightweight. But, I am holding my wife on our first night together. I mean, it is our wedding night, shouldn’t we make it official?” Rubbing the tip of my nose against her skin, I place a kiss on her cheek. Then another on the curve of her jaw, and another on her neck.
Gil tilts her head to the side, giving me room as she asks, “Official how? The license, my signature on the marriage certificate, that’s what makes this official.”
“I did, and now I’m want the rest.” Fluttering kisses down her neck, I pull the collar of her shirt off her shoulder and continue kissing across the exposed skin. “You are my wife. I am your husband. I just think we should make this little thing as real as possible, don’t you agree?”
She giggles, and fuck, even that giggle drives me crazy. I want to tear her off her feet and throw her on the bed. I won’t, I’ll keep myself in control, but I can’t promise it will stay that way for very long.
I had her once as my fiancée, now I want her as my wife. I want to feel her as mine, to see her body ignite, and get wet from my touch.
She might see this as just an agreement on a piece of paper, but I’m starting to see it as more. More of this, more of us, more taking and giving, of sharing everything life has to offer.
Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? Where are all these feelings coming from? Maybe I am drunk.
I’ve never been a guy who thought about being tied down, and now I can’t even imagine giving her up. It’s like this piece of paper has taken who I am and flipped him upside down.
The crazy thing is, I fucking like it.
“I thought you said you’d keep it low key?”
“I am. This is low key. You don’t see anyone else here, do you? But, if someone was to ask, like an immigration official, we can at least make it look real. Holding hands, kissing, making love. . .”
Those four letters come out of my mouth and we both stiffen. There’s a sense of realism to the word, and fuck me, it feels right.
Sweeping her hand up around my neck, she starts to play with my hair. “What if we do play house like you’re asking, and one of us actually develops feelings? Does that worry you?”
“Not at all, we’re both adults with a mutual understanding of what we’re doing. What worries me is us not taking advantage of this romantic hotel room on our wedding night.”
Her nails rake across my scalp, back and forth, back and forth, sending chills down my spine. My dick is growing harder and harder the more she touches me. I’m trying to be calm, trying not to ravage her and take her like I want to, but it’s so fucking hard to hold back that animal-like desire.
I want her so bad right now. The only thing stopping me, the one difference between me and a wild animal, is my ability to reason with myself. I know I have to let her come to me. I know that I have to let her give me permission.
That’s all I’m looking for, permission.
Her fingers softly pull at my hair, and she starts to push her ass back, letting it rub against my cock. “So we agree then? This is just for fun. No strings attached?”
“Um, I don’t know if you noticed, but the strings have been tied together.” Holding up my hand in front of her face, I flash my new ring.
“You know what I mean.” Gil spins around, resting her hands on my chest. She gently plucks at my shirt, looking up at me with hunger in her eyes. “I won’t lie, Ryon, I want you. I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone else before.”
My eyes flick between hers as my stomach lights up like I’m on fire. “I feel the same way,” I say, my words almost a whisper as I grasp her face and kiss her immediately.
There’s my answer. Her permission. And I take it, I take it while I give her the same in return. She has me. She has me in ways she’ll never know are possible. Because I won’t tell her. I won’t tell her that she makes me happy. I won’t tell her that I can’t stop thinking about her. I won’t tell her that I’ve been falling for her since day one.
I’ll let her live in this temporary bubble. Where we don’t have feelings for each other, and no one else will know we’ve ever been together. I just know at some point her bubble will pop. I’m just not sure which way she’ll fall.
Hopefully it’s into my arms, because I’ll be there to catch her.
Her head falls into my hands, mouth parting as she slips her tongue into my mouth. Holding her face we keep kissing as I walk her to the bed. Her hands are on my shirt, tugging it up over my head, our lips breaking for a mere second so she can tear it off.
I start with her shorts, yanking the button free, and splitting the zipper open. She wriggles free from her shorts and steps out of them. Her shirt is next, I don’t even wait for her to pull her lips off
of mine, I slide the shirt between us, and throw it blindly behind her.
Gillian stops as she hits the edge of the bed and sits. Her hands are on my belt, quickly working it free and tugging the button open. Driving her hand into my boxers, she pulls my cock out as she works my pants down my legs.
“You’re so fucking hard right now,” she says, her eyes on my dick as she licks her lips.
“You make me fucking hard, Gillian.” Her eyes lift up to mine as she runs her thumb across my swollen tip. “Now suck my cock, baby.”
Stroking down, she licks the tip and I can’t stop myself from moaning. Her tongue is warm and wet as she flattens it, sucking my entire length into her mouth. Her cheeks hollow and dimple as she pulls back, then drives back down to the base.
Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back as I grip the hair on the top of her head as she sucks me harder and deeper. Hitting the back of her throat, she gags slightly, and the sound turns me on even more. She pulls off me completely to take a deep breath, and then licks me again, from the base to the top. She rolls her tongue around the head and I’m delirious watching her, her eyes peering up at me as er pink tongue goes round and round. I can’t help it. I push her head down and start fucking her face. Sparks are shooting off behind my eyes as I feel my dick drag over her tongue again and again. My hips are rocking into her face, but I’m not moving too fast. I don’t want to come just yet, although I know I can if I keep this up.
Tearing her head off my dick, I growl. “Lay back.”
Gillian does as I ask without a reply, she just wipes the spit off the corner of her lips as she crawls back on the bed. Her pussy is glistening, soaking wet in her arousal as she opens her legs wide.
She wants me so fucking bad, I can smell her sweet juice from here. I search on the floor for my discarded pants, and quickly pull a condom from my wallet. I slip it down my cock, eager and more than ready to fuck my wife. . . My wife.
Holding her knees, I rest my tip against her entrance. I savor the moment right before I know I’ll experience such perfect bliss. I ease in slowly, feeling every inch of her envelope me, and I don’t stop until my balls hit her ass. She’s tight as a glove.
“Mm, Ryon,” she groans as she clutches the blanket in her hands and grinds her pussy up against me. “Mm, yeah, fuck me.”
“Who are you?” I ask, not moving yet.
“Your wife,” she moans, and I draw out my cock and rock back into her.
“And who am I?” I ask again, holding myself up on my arms and not moving.
“My husband.”
The way she says it makes my dick jerk and pulse, and I start pumping into her, short and shallow thrusts. I look down at my cock inside her, and the condom is so fucking wet it’s shining. “Say it again,” I demand, still fucking her, but not going deep, not yet.
“You’re my husband, my husband. . .” Her words trail off as I thrust myself in and out of her body. They dissolve into throaty moans and groans. I love hearing her say I’m her husband. I absolutely love the way she says that single word.
Her tits are bouncing softly up and down as I fuck her, and I catch her nipple in my mouth and suck. Her fingernails dig into my back, and I imagine I’ll have scratch marks in the morning. I hitch her leg up a little higher, so I can hit her deeper, and her fingernails dig into my skin so deep now it hurts. But I can tell she’s loving this. Her hips are meeting me on every thrust, and she’s started saying, “Yes, yes, yes. . .” I prop myself up so there’s some room between or bodies, and reach down between us. I feel how slick the condom is going in and out of her, and then find her clit. I start rubbing it softly, in tight circles, and I can feel her pussy respond. She gets even tighter, if that’s possible, and it feels like she’s vibrating around me.
I fuck my wife like that until her legs are limp and she has no breath left to speak. I feel different. I feel way different than I ever have.
Is this just casual sex?
Or is this something more?
Gillian arches her back hard, lifting herself off the mattress as she lets out a moan that hits my ears and makes my stomach clench. Exhaling a long breath of air, her body relaxes into the blankets.
Her body is warm, sweat is glistening on her skin as our eyes lock and I thrust myself inside her, knowing I’m about to come. My cock turns rock solid as it pulses, and cum erupts from my tip with each throb.
Falling over onto my side, my heart is racing and I’m breathing heavily. Closing my eyes, I let my arms fall up over my head. “Holy shit, you’re trying to kill me aren’t you?”
“Kill you?” she asks with a giggle, rolling her body against my side.
“Yeah, kill me, because I don’t think my heart has ever raced this hard or this fast.” Wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I pull her in as close as I can.
She fits perfectly into the crook of my arm, like she’s been made for this space. Her body contours to mine, like a puzzle piece falling into place.
And as we lay together, I’m struck with a sense of being complete. This woman was put on earth for me to find.
Now I just need her to see it too.
Because I’ve decided. I’m never letting her go.
Blinking my eyes open, I’m struck by a weight against my side. Looking down, Gil is still tucked in the same place she was when we fell asleep.
I watch her for a moment, studying her face, her features, the little things that make her so beautiful. Her nose bumps up a little at the end, her cheeks are covered in really tiny freckles I had never noticed before. Her lips are twitching in her sleep, popping up into a slight grin and folding down with her brows as if she’s thinking really hard.
Running one finger around the frame of her face, I softly touch her chin, moving to the shell of her ear and feathering over her brows. I don’t want to wake her. I could lay here all day like this and just study her.
She slowly opens her eyes, and I smile. “Good morning,” I say, brushing loose strands of hair off her forehead and out of her face.
Gillian smiles back, her eyes bright, squinting slightly as she yawns. “Good morning.”
“Did you sleep well?”
She nods. “The best I’ve slept in years actually.” Rolling to her back, she pushes herself up. “Have you been up long?”
“Long enough to know you make cute faces in your sleep.” Chuckling, I push myself up too, and run a hand through my hair.
“Stop it!” she laughs, hitting me lightly on my chest. “Do I really?”
“Yeah. You must have been dreaming about something.”
“Well, I don’t remember, if I was.” She giggles as she stretches her arms up high. “What time is it?”
Swinging my feet over the edge of the bed, I check the time. “Almost seven thirty. We should probably head back.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” She climbs out of bed and gets fresh clothes from her suitcase. “So, how is this going to work exactly?” she asks as she slips into her clothes.
“What do you mean?”
“Like, you weren’t expecting us to live together now, were you? I mean, I’m just checking to make sure I understand the plan. We’re going to go about our lives like this never happened, right?”
I want to live together. We should live together, but not because we have to, because we want to. . . At least, I want to.
“We’ll figure it out later. I’ll talk to Eddie and see what the lawyer thinks.” I don’t tell her what I’m really thinking. I’m still trying to figure out how she truly feels about me.
One second I feel like we’re on the same page, and the next she seems cold, like there’s literally nothing between us.
Gillian nods as she heads into the bathroom gets ready to leave. She doesn’t notice me, but I watch her. I sneak peeks through the half open bathroom door as she’s brushing her hair. Hell, I even watch her as she brushes her teeth and think it’s completely adorable. When she closes the door and I hear the shower turn on, I’m disappointed
. And instantly hard. Thinking of her undressing, getting under the hot water. When the water runs down her body, will she smell me and our sex from last night in the steam? When she washes between her legs will she remember me fucking her last night? When she gets out of the shower just wrapped in a small hotel towel, she brings her clothes back into the bathroom to dress. It’s agonizing watching her walk away. Knowing how her skin would feel under my fingertips. Knowing just how pretty and pink her nipples are. I shake my head and will my erection to go away. We have a long drive in front of us and I don’t need this particular distraction right now. I busy myself by bringing our bags down to the car, and I stop in the little shop to buy a few snacks and waters for the drive.
We make the long seven hour drive back to California, and I’m happy that we are able to fill most of the time in conversation. We have plenty to talk about and I really love making her laugh. She’s tells me some crazy stories about growing up in a house with six brothers, and even tells me some gossip about athletes we both know. She’s super careful to stay professional, and nothing she says is inappropriate, but still, it makes me realize just how small the professional athlete community is and how news gets around quickly.
She’s impressive in so many ways, and it only makes me like her that much more. She loves sports, knows how to throw a football, and even can change her own oil and brakes on her car. She doesn’t need help from anyone and is willing to fall hard to get what she wants. The hours fly by and we finally arrive back in Tahoe.
“I’m right up here on the left. See? The long driveway with the red mailbox.” Pointing her finger out in front, she shows me where her house is.
Turning up her driveway, I pull in and park outside her house. It’s a nice house, an A-frame, sitting right on Silver Lake.
“Holy shit, Gil, this is your place?”
“Yeah,” she says casually. “Why?”
“I don’t know, it just seems—”
“Too expensive for a physical therapist?” I half smile and shrug, causing her to laugh out loud. “My grandfather owned the land for years. When he passed, he left it to me. It took some time, but I saved and built this house. Sometimes being cheap is a good thing.” She winks and hops out of the car with her bag.
