Nerdboobs

by T. M. Grinsley

  Chuckling softly, his hands traveled to my navel and slowly started massaging my belly. “Remember I told you I would work with the veterans with PTSD?”

  Trying to not focus on his hand right now and how he made my insides turn, I tried to think about anything to keep my hoo-ha in check. “Yes.”

  “Well, a few of my brothers I served with ended up moving out here to get away from the world. There are a few things soldiers have a hard time getting used to, and they needed to get out. I told them about Montana and what I do over here, and they told me they would be here in two days. Bet you can’t guess who those two knuckleheads are.”

  “Dumb and dumber?” John and Matt were clueless when it came to women. I hoped I could get more to the story with those two.

  “Do I want to know?”

  “Nope!”

  Removing his hand from torturing my stomach, I leaned forward to steal a kiss. Sticking my tongue out, he attempted to bite my tongue and failed.

  “The things I would like to do to that tongue. But anyway, they moved out here and helped me with my cause. When they found out about you, they gave me shit every time we hung out. They said I was whipped and found the girl I was going to marry. But when everything happened, they told me I was an idiot and used every resource to find you. Took us six months to finally track you down, since you deleted every social media outlet you had.”

  “I-“

  Ryan put his finger on my lips and continued. “Just zip it, woman. So after we tracked you down, I flew to Seattle to apologize and win you back. I reached your apartment and saw you in the arms of another man. I contemplated getting out of the car and talking to you but seeing you laugh and… I couldn’t do it. Who would want a man as fucked up as me? The things I have seen.”

  The light that normally shined in Ryan’s eyes was dull. He was normally my beastly man, but right now he was an empty shell.

  “Ryan, when did you come see me, again?” I tried to remember the time frame he was talking about. If I remembered correctly, that was when my best friend/brother came to pull my head out of my ass and help me out. I was still trying to get over my ex, and while I was with Ryan, I forgot about everything and felt free.

  “The second week of January, why?”

  I smacked him hard on the chest and grinned like an idiot. “You dope! That was when my best friend, who’s like a brother to me, came to visit me. Mom called him and told him everything that happened with my ex and how I was spiraling down a dark path. The only thing keeping me afloat was thinking about you.”

  “Wait, you're telling me that I was jealous of-“

  “Jacob. I have known him since we were in freshman year of high school. He ended up becoming my brother. People thought we should date, but hell no. I wanted to kill him more times than I can count. We kept each other on our toes and out of trouble. He drives me bat-shit crazy, but he is family. He also calls me Glass and always gives me crap about hurting myself. He wants to kill you, by the way.”

  For crying out loud. I silently prayed to whoever was looking over me and cussed them out. Why the hell did you make me wait this long? My hoo-ha missed her man meat.

  I turned my attention back to Ryan and knew I was in trouble. His normal spark was back and he looked ready to pounce. Sliding his hand to my lower back, he flipped me on my stomach and slowly started gliding his hands up and down my legs, caressing my curves.

  I purred whenever he was close to the golden gates. Yes, I purred, get over it. This man made me do things I never thought I would do, in a million years. Lost in his caress, I finally realized he removed my thong and slightly parted my legs.

  “Get up on your knees baby. Due to your little stunt yesterday my cock is still healing, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get my revenge some other way.”

  Sliding his hands over my ass, he teased my folds. Groaning in pleasure my inner vixen started to rise from her inner slumber. Having the vibrator for three years never fully satisfied me. But having his hands on me like they were, I was a puddle of goo.

  “You sure you’re ready for this? How’s your rash? I mean getting hard when you’re healing from poison ivy, can't be comfortable.”

  “I’m perfectly fine. Now zip it or I will tie you up.” He snarled.

  Spreading my legs further apart, Ryan wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me onto my knees. Gliding his hand across the front of my belly, I nearly came undone. I swear to high heaven, I needed to have a talk with my vagina.

  Soft kisses started at the base of my neck and continued down my backside. “I have missed you.” His soft lips continued their torturous trail down my spine. I could feel the wetness between my thighs begin to thicken.

  “You. Are. The. Most. Beautiful. Woman. In. The. World.” He said between each kiss.

  My hands tightened their grip on the sheets, and I tried to stifle my groan. This man was kissing every inch of my body and torturing my folds. Not once has he slipped his finger inside. All I wanted was for him to help release the massive orgasm he was building inside me. But the man was trying to get back at me for what I did.

  “Mhm… Ryan.” My body started to grind against the hand that was driving me wild. He tightened his grip around my waist and held me in place.

  “Wanting something?” He chuckled softly in my ear.

  “Mhmm.” I groaned into the sheets, trying to remove myself from his grasps. He locked me in place, and I had nowhere to go. I continued to moan his name against the sheets as he tortured me.

  “Ryan…”

  “I think I have made my point.” Removing his hand from between my legs, he flipped me over and ravaged me. Sticking two fingers inside me, he found my g-spot instantly. I bucked and grinded against his hand, only to have his other hand push me back down to hold me in place.

  His fingers continued to torture me when his tongue teased my clit. “Oh fuck!” I screamed.

  Grabbing my pillow, I screamed into the fabric, so the girls didn’t hear me. He sucked and pulled my folds, making my orgasm reach limits it never has before. Breathing heavily, I knew I was close. No man has ever made me lose control this fast until him. I don’t know how he did it, but he completely owned my body and soul. Pounding his hand inside me, he slipped in another finger, and I exploded all over him. Feeling myself release, my toes curled on their own accord, and I purred like a kitten.

  Ryan licked his fingers and crawled to lay down next to me. “I think we are even.”

  “Not even close, beast.” Snuggling into the crook of his neck, I sighed in utter bliss. This man was something else. I kissed his neck and started to feel my exhaustion from earlier take over.

  “We will see about that.” Ryan kissed the top of my head, and I passed out in the arms of the man who was stealing my heart.

  Again.

  ~*~

  Morning light shined brightly on my face, telling me it was morning. I stretched and twisted in weird angles when I realized a massive piece of man meat was halfway hanging off the bed, snoring like a freight train. When in a deep sleep, he looks completely innocent and peaceful.

  I pulled the covers off his body and went to pounce, when I saw all the scars on his back. I tried to recall if I saw them three years ago, but I always remember him dressed and ready to go before I was awake, or he would always make sure his back away from me when he was naked. His back looked like a war zone. Four large, what looked to be bullet holes, were on his ribs and left shoulder. He had two gashes along his spine and a jagged line on his hip. I went to trace each scar when his snoring stopped, and I looked up at a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

  “Good Morning.” He turned to see my hand hovering over his back, and he started to tense.

  “Morning.” I chewed my bottom lip and contemplated if I should ask him what happened. In the past, I would ask him about his past, and he would snap and say it was nothing. But now maybe things will be different. Won’t know until I try, right?

  “What happened?” I lai
d my hand on the small of his back and traced one of the jagged scars.

  Ryan started to tense and he had a weird look in his eyes. “It’s in the past. Want some breakfast?” He quickly got out of bed and threw on some clothes. Stunned by his change in demeanor, I watched him leave the room as quickly as he got dressed.

  “What the hell was all that about?” I mumbled to myself. Man, men are confusing. They tell you one thing and when you get too close, BAM. They run. Ok, maybe not all men.

  Hopping in the shower, I washed the wooing from last night off and took my time. Today seemed like an ‘I don’t give a fuck’ day, so I wore my favorite shirt, which was inspired by a weather app. I put on a black t-shirt that was plain on the front but on the back said #Nerdboobs, with a pair of jeans and cowgirl boots. I was ready to head to the ranch and get my cowgirl on.

  Skipping down the stairs, I smelled something drool worthy. Following my sniffer, I walked right up to Ryan and stuck my nose into whatever he was holding.

  “My God, that smells amazing. What is that?”

  Ryan removed the plate from under my nose and nudged me towards the table. “Please don’t drool over my food. Be a good girl and go sit at the table and wait like the rest of them.”

  I attempted to bite Ryan’s finger as it pointed towards the dining room table, but he retracted his hand before I could. Keeping my back away from prying eyes, I made my way to the table. I wanted to make sure he didn’t see what my shirt said until the time was right.

  Sitting down in the chair at the dining room table, I saw Taylor and Leigh Ann ogling Ryan and sipping their coffee. Looks like he is on a roll today.

  “If you don’t want him, I will take him wrapped in bacon, to go.” Leigh Ann sipped her coffee and I swore I saw drool hanging out of the side of her mouth.

  “That man is fine. He looks good, cooks and used to defend our country. Perfect piece of sculpted man meat.”

  Both girls sighed and resumed drinking their coffee. I was going to tell them to piss off, he is mine, but where is the fun in that? Might as well show them he is mine.

  Rolling my eyes at the girls, I saw that Ryan was headed my way with a plate full of food and a cup of hot coffee. He placed the plate in front of me, and I about died and went to heaven. He made my favorite breakfast of all time. Chicken fried steak, sunny side up eggs, bacon, and sausage. Yum!

  “Cre-“

  Ryan pulled out a small bottle of Bailey’s Coffee Creamer from his back pocket and put it in front of me.

  “Well then. Who are you trying to impress?” I asked, while pouring creamer into my coffee.

  “I don’t need to impress anyone. I already have what I want.” Ryan gave me his famous smirk and went to the kitchen to serve everyone else. Well butter my biscuit, this man was killing it.

  “So what do you ladies have planned today?” Ryan asked after everyone was served a plate.

  “I signed everyone up to go horseback riding at Bucker’s Horse Ranch. I have never ridden a horse before, so I figure why not. I can’t wait to try it. Matt wanted to come with, but I told him I only had three tickets.” Leigh Ann said with gravy all over her chin.

  “What she means to say is, I’m ready to ride a horse, pounce a cowboy and scream ‘ride ‘em cowboy,’ as loud as she can.” Taylor chimed in with a wicked grin on her face.

  “Whatever, Bubbles. You are just jealous of the awesomeness that is me.” Leigh Ann stuck her tongue out at Taylor and went about stuffing her face full of gravy and meat.

  “Matt and John have no idea what is in store for them,” Ryan whispered under his breath. Shaking my head, I resumed my breakfast and thought about inviting the guys along to join us.

  “How about you guys join us? It would be fun.” Keeping my fingers crossed, I hoped he would.

  Ryan sighed heavily and gave me that look. You know, the one that means ‘I hate to say no even though I want to and I hate to be the bad guy’ look. Yea, that was the one he was giving me right now.

  “I can’t. Matt, John and I need to return to work and get some things taken care of.”

  “Wait. I thought you guys were on vacation?” Leigh Ann asked, confused.

  “We are, but I got a call this morning, and we need to take care of some stuff. Can we meet you at the bar tonight?” Ryan laced his fingers with mine and gave me a tight squeeze. With my mouth full of food, I nodded my head and went back to eating.

  If I wanted to be a part of his world I needed to do something about this. After the girls finished their plates and set them in the dishwasher, I waited until the coast was clear to talk to him.

  “So what is this big emergency that needs to be dealt with?”

  “I didn’t say it was an emergency; I just said there was something that needed to be dealt with. That’s all.”

  Liar. Giving him my best ‘I don’t believe a word you are saying’ look, I crossed my arms and waited. Three. Two. One.

  “Alright fine. Every Monday the guys and I go out to the local VA and talk with the vets. We bring them baked goods from Jason’s husband, Mike.”

  “Jason?” Why did that name ring a bell?

  “The artist from the bar. The one you swapped numbers with to make sure he knew when you were coming.” Ryan shook his head in disbelief. I was usually good with names, but lately I was only focused on one thing. Ryan.

  So I took a page from my mother’s book, take a chance, the worst he can say is no, and went for it. “Take me with you.”

  Ryan spit out his coffee and stuttered. “Wait… you… I mean… what?”

  “Take me with you. You told me you want me to be a part of your world. I want to see it.”

  Ryan put down his coffee cup and looked me straight in the eyes. “Are you sure? What about the ranch?”

  “Ranch, smanch. I used to ride when I was a kid. I’m good. Besides, I grew up with soldiers, and this is something I want to do. This is your world, and I want to do everything I can, to be a part of it.”

  Strong arms engulfed me in a massive hug. I tried to gulp for air, with no success. Smacking his back, he finally let me go, so I could breathe. “Get your stuff and meet me in the truck. I’ll text Jason and let him know you are coming, too. By the way, what’s with the normal look?”

  Ha! If only he knew. Keeping my back away from prying eyes, I ran up the stairs to grab my purse and tell the girls I wouldn’t be going to the ranch with them today. I had a hot date with a sheriff that I didn’t want to miss.

  CHAPTER 9

  Making our way into town, Ryan blared the radio to Garth Brooks, and his voice was horrid. He could not hold a tune to save his life. But seeing him be such a goofball was worth my ears being tortured. Now granted I wasn’t much better myself, so I joined in and got jiggy with myself. We both sang off key and had the time of our lives. This was the first time in a long time, I felt like my old self.

  Dancing like goofballs, we received a few weird looks from passersby, but others joined in on the fun. We both laughed and gave them a thumbs up. Normally, when I did this in the city, people would give you dirty looks or roll their eyes, but in the country, no one cared. My mother’s motto was ‘You only live once, so why not have fun and be a goof?’

  Emerging from the dense forest on the shortest freeway I have ever been on in my life, Whitetail appeared before my eyes. It was a charmingly small town, but it looked like it was created from a masterpiece. The buildings’ bottom halves were made of brick wall, and the top halves were built from logs. It reminded me of a ranch, but it had its own little twist. The ramps along each building were made from recycled wagon wheels, and each building was adorned with a handmade saw blade sign. Each one had special pictures depicting the shop's logo. I had only ever seen this kind of work at fairs back home, but seeing them here in the country, they had a whole new look to them. Heading further into town, I imagined cowboys from Clint Eastwood's western films walking around the town.

  Chuckling to myself, I imagined hot cowboys ridin
g their horses and shouting yeehaw. Damn you, Leigh Ann. Ryan gave me a weird look, and I just shook my head. We passed a few shops I knew Leigh Ann would die to shop in.

  Ryan parked the vehicle in front of a small coffee shop/bakery called ‘Rise and Grind Café.’ It was a quaint little shop, and with my window down I could smell something heavenly coming from inside. If Mike’s goodies tasted half as good as they smelled, Ryan was in trouble. My stomach seemed to agree when it started to growl loudly. Even though I just ate breakfast, my stomach decided it needed more food. I swear I may be human, but my body thought I was a Hobbit.

  Ryan started to laugh and said something under his breath. I wasn’t able to fully hear what he said, but it sounded like, ‘must be time for second breakfast.’ I’m pretty sure I was hearing things, but it sure as hell sounded like that. Ryan was never a man to watch Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter. When we dated three years ago, he refused to watch them; he would call me a nerd and would distract me with other things. Granted I loved getting all hot and sweaty under the sheets, but there is nothing like snuggling up with your man and watching Hobbits cause some trouble or watching Wizards kick some Death Eater ass.

  Ryan hopped out of the truck and made his way to my door. Before he could open the door for me, I got out and gave him my best smile. So far I was able to avoid him looking at the back of my shirt and ruining my plans. He would give me a few weird looks when I shifted my back away from him, but he would just shake his head and carry on with whatever he was doing.

  “Ready for second breakfast?” Ryan gave me a Cheshire grin and winked. Did he just?

  “Since when do you know about second breakfast?”

  “Since I did my homework and watched all of your favorite movies. My girl is a bit of a nerd and I figured I needed to see what all the fuss was about.” Ryan wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my forehead. “Besides, seeing your face right now is priceless.”

  My mouth was wide open, and I had no idea what to say. This was a man who loved to watch scary movies, zombie movies, or war movies. “Seriously? You watched Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter? When did you do this?”