“You never cease to amaze me, beautiful. Tomorrow I promise you can have at it and destroy my kitchen. But right now, I have plans for you.”
Ryan walked around the island with his eyes clouded and full of lust. He was a man on a mission and ready to claim his prize.
“Oh, do tell?”
With my back pressed up against the counter, Ryan placed his arms around me, holding me in place.
“Time to take what is mine.”
Moving faster than I thought was possible, his arms slid under me and he threw me over his shoulder.
“Someone is excited. Not to mention this is a great view of your backside.” Reaching down, I smacked him hard and maybe pinched it a little. I felt his chest vibrate and his pace picked up speed. I was not a light woman, but this man seemed to carry me with ease. Running up the stairs two at a time, we passed a few rooms and entered the master bedroom. Still slung over his shoulder and seeing things upside down, I loved what I saw. There was a four poster bed with red bedding and a brown quilt on top, several mats covering the floor, and a massive fireplace, built for a queen, on the far wall.
Looking around the room everything else was bare and simple, but it felt like home. A small picture on an end table made me do a double take.
I pinched Ryan’s side, hoping he would let me go, so I could make sure I wasn’t seeing things. “Cool your tits woman, sheesh.” Setting me on the floor, I walked over to the end table and picked up the small picture which caused tears to pool in my eyes. The first picture we ever took as a couple was framed and sitting by his bed.
“When Leigh Ann contacted me, I pulled out this picture we took and placed it on my night stand. The night I left, I intended to make you an offer you couldn’t refuse, but… well, things never went as planned.”
My fingers traced the outline of the happy couple in the picture. Ryan and I took this picture on the cliff of Wild Horse Ridge around Halloween. We wanted to get one last hike in before the snowfall became too treacherous for us to hike. The air was frigid and the trek was a nightmare. I slipped several times on ice, and ended up with countless amounts of snow down my shirt, but reaching the top and hearing the words I waited so long to hear, was worth it. That was the day Ryan told me he loved me. We planned our future together, and I told him I would consider staying here permanently.
“They never do.”
“I remember that day like it was yesterday. You were completely soaked and looked like a drowned pup. I was surprised you survived the trek.”
Putting down the frame, I turned to smack Ryan on the chest. “Just because I’m a klutz and can’t get my feet to walk in a straight line, does not mean I can’t hike up and down a mountain.”
Glaring at Ryan, I turned towards the bed and flopped on my back. Cloud-like pillows engulfed my head, making it impossible to move.
Damn, this is comfy.
“We could have that again you know.” Ryan grabbed my right leg and pulled me closer to him. Rolling my jeans above my boot, he slid my boot off, and started to massage my foot.
“Have what again?” I tried to free my foot from his grasp, but it was no use. His fingers were heaven. But a part of me wanted to shower and get clean first before we even started to get hot and heavy under the sheets. I’ve been in these boots all day; Lord knows what they must smell like.
Releasing my foot, he reached for my left and did the same process. I fought him the entire time, but there was nothing I could do against a man three times my size and as strong as an ox.
“I know it will never be the same, but I’m madly in love with you. There has been no one else since you. Everything around here reminds me of you. I tried to date someone, but all I could think about was the nerd who captured my heart and brought life back into my heart.” Ryan unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them off with one swoop. Reaching for my leg, he started to trail kisses from the heel of my foot, to the inside of my leg.
“Stay. With. Me. Bree.” He said, between each kiss, which left a trail of fire in its wake.
Suppressing the groan threatening to escape my mouth, I thought about what he said. Stay with me?
My inner vixen betrayed me. “Ryan,” I said, moaning his name, trying to control the fire burning inside me.
He continued his torturous trail up my left leg until he reached my mound and continued the process with my right. Soft tender kisses touched every surface of my legs, exploring and touching me.
“You. Are. The. Most. Beautiful. Woman. I. Ever. Laid. My. Eyes. On.” He said between each kiss. If he continued this slow torture, I was going to combust without even getting started.
Nibbling the inside of my thigh, wetness started to pool between my legs. Fuck, not there. Rubbing his other hand on the outside of my thigh, his fingers started to tease my folds.
“Always wet for me.” Arching my back, I slipped off my shirt and unhooked my bra. Ryan growled his approval and slid two fingers inside me. Finding my sweet spot immediately, the fire in my belly started to rise and burn with intensity. Grinding my hips against his hand, our rhythm was in sync. Removing his hand, leaving a cold breeze in his wake, I moaned in protest till his mouth took its place.
His tongue twisted and turned, hitting my g-spot with ease. Moaning his name, my body was ready to combust. “That’s it baby, cum for me.”
The fire inside me boiled, ready to release itself to the man who captured its soul. Sliding his fingers inside and torturing me with his tongue, my inner vixen screamed in utter bliss and I could feel myself starting to cum, when Ryan pulled out.
I heard a zipper and clothes fall to the floor. Ryan crawled on the bed with no clothes on, showing me all his glory.
“I love you, Bree.”
Pushing himself inside me, I moaned when his cock was inside. Biting his shoulder, he started to move in a slow pace. Waiting until my body relaxed from taking in his massive size, he trailed kisses all over my face. His pace continued to pick up speed and I lost myself in him.
Thrusting hard, I wrapped my legs around his waist and moved with him. Sweat started to form on his forehead, but his pace never faltered. Pounding me into oblivion, I felt the familiar fire start to form inside. Only this time, it was faster and hotter.
“Ryan.” Moaning his name, I wrapped my legs tight around him, and flipped him onto his back. “My turn.”
Riding him hard, I placed my hand on his chest and showed him what he has done to me. Picking up the pace, I felt his cock enlarge inside me, which meant he was close. Keeping my legs locked in place, I knew he wanted to finish on top, but not this time. This time, I would take control.
“Fuck, Bree.” Ryan dug his fingers into my hips, holding me down.
“Cum for me, soldier.”
Holding me in place, Ryan thrust deep inside me, hitting my g-spot. Erupting all over him, he thrusted a few more times and combusted inside me.
Collapsing on his sweat soaked chest, I sighed in complete and utter bliss. Listening to Ryan’s breathing, it sounded like he was in the same boat.
Ryan rolled me onto my side and went to the bathroom to get a washcloth. Coming back into the room, he cleaned us both up and snuggled under the covers with me.
He placed a kiss on my forehead, and I laid my head back on his chest to listen to his heartbeat. Something about listening to the man you love’s heartbeat was extremely soothing.
“Move in with me, Bree.” Ryan placed his finger underneath my chin and made it so I would look at him. Rubbing his fingers through my sex hair, the look in his eyes warmed my heart.
Move in with him? We just got back together. Granted, I know this man like the back of my hand, he broke my heart and somehow fate brought us back together, but did I even want this? He owned my heart and soul, but was I ready to open my heart fully to him again?
“Ryan-“
“Don’t overanalyze it like you always do, Bree. Just follow your heart.”
Pushing myself into a sitting position and wrapping mysel
f in the blanket, I couldn’t decide what to do. “How will this time be any different? You say things have changed, but what happens when another soldier loses it, or a pimp comes back for his charge?” It never occurred to me that he would ask this. I wanted to focus on having fun, letting loose and not worry about the outcome, but I guess it was time to talk about it now.
“That won’t happen. Bree, I was a complete idiot. You have no idea how much I regret from that day. You saw my world and met the guys. You honestly think they would let me live if I did anything to you?” Ryan pleaded with me. Getting out of bed, he paced back and forth, showing off all his glory.
Trying to keep my head out of the gutter, I watched him rake his hands through his hair and his body demeanor change.
Uh, oh. Not good.
“Ryan. I am just trying to make sure what happened last time, won’t happen again.” The problem is, there is no guarantee he won’t break my heart or break his promises. A part of me was looking for something, but I had no idea what it was.
“Who is to say it will? What will it take for me to prove to you it won’t? I love you. I loved you the moment you tripped over nothing at Whitetail Lodge and dumped your huckleberry pie on my lap. Even though you stained my pants and made it look like I pissed myself. I could never forget the hazel-eyed beauty who stumbled into my life that day. You don’t give a shit what people think about you and you live life to the fullest.”
Ryan stopped pacing and knelt down in front of me. If only he knew why I did all of that in the first place. Being called fat when I couldn’t wear a size two; called damaged goods because I had too many scars from my surgeries; having a father look at me like I’m the ugliest person in the world, because I didn’t look like a model. I could go on forever. But I have never seen a man look at me the way Ryan does.
“I know you have been through hell and back. You don’t give a shit because it’s a shell to keep people at bay, so they don’t get close. You have been hurt by everyone you love and you are afraid to open yourself up again. I know I can’t promise I won’t hurt you, fight with you, break promises or promise I won’t do something stupid when I’m pissed about work. But know this, I will love you with everything that I am. I will make you mad, laugh, cry, even mess up a few of your nerd movies.”
Tears started to flow down my cheeks at what he just said. My heart swelled with joy from everything I heard. I guess that is what I needed to here. Thinking back to the horrible reference to Lord of the Rings, that was the moment he broke down all my walls.
“You did mess up horrible with Aragorn. He is king of Gondor, not Mordor.” Grabbing his hands, I pulled him up to sit beside me. Could I open myself up to him again?
“Whatever, he was king of something.” Ryan placed a kiss on my cheek, causing my insides to melt. Seriously, vixen? Give a girl a few before you show up again.
“Don’t whatever me. That is crucial information. I don’t know if we can be together if you can't respect a classic. I mean-“
Ryan’s lips landed on mine, stopping whatever I was about to say. Pushing me back to the bed, I could feel his erection starting to grow.
“Did I ever tell you, you talk too much?”
Refusing to say another word that would probably be sarcastic or get me in trouble, I groaned against his lips and prepared myself for round two.
CHAPTER 15
Last night was pure and utter bliss. Ryan made love to me all night and into the wee hours of the morning. My inner vixen purred from all the things he did to me. I’m sure a few things we did were illegal in a few states, but who cares. That man made me scream and cum so many times, I lost count.
Not to mention, he finally told me about his past and family. When he was discharged from the army, Matt and John followed suit. They served together for four years and created a bond that could never be broken. The three of them have been together through thick and thin. Matt suffered from severe PTSD and seemed to think sleeping around with women would help cure him. Ryan thinks with Leigh Ann, he has met his match and hopes his playboy ways will be put to rest. He’s never seen Matt get so riled up about a woman before.
John on the other hand, was a different story. John was a skilled sniper and killed more men than he cared to remember. He never opened his heart to anyone and thinks love is overrated. He believes his mission in life is to kill those who threaten the innocent. But I have a feeling, John is about to get a wake up call. Taylor was not known for giving up easily on what she wants. Ryan and I made a bet that by Christmas, those two will be inseparable.
Burrowing myself in his sheets, I looked to see Ryan passed out and snoring, with his arm hanging off the side of the bed. He looked peaceful, like there was not a care in the world. He always looked like he is ready to kill anyone who pissed him off, but right now he looked like a man who can finally relax.
Last night, he was one hundred percent right about me. I have been hurt by those close to me, all my life. I never let anyone in. Taylor and Leigh Ann took almost five years to finally break my walls, and gain my trust. My mom told me when the right man came along, my walls would never be an issue. He would barrel through them all, and steal my heart right out from under me. That man was Ryan. I have only been in Montana six days, and he already swept me off my feet. I guess he was right; he would win me back before I headed back to Seattle.
Rolling onto my side, I gently traced my fingers lightly from the middle of his shoulder blades down to his tailbone. His body shifted slightly at my touch, but never moved away. Making sure not to wake him, I softly kissed the scars covering his back, wanting to know what happened to him. Ryan told me about what happened when he shot his own man, but never told me about his scars. I asked him last night what happened, but he only changed the subject. Stubborn ass. For a man to be marked like this, I couldn’t imagine what he went through.
Placing one last kiss on his back, I heard a small sigh and looked up to see dark brown eyes staring at me.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Ryan yawned. Looking over his shoulder at my lips so close to his scar, a dark shadow crept into his eyes.
“What happened, Ryan?” I asked, hoping he would tell me something.
Throwing the comforter off him, he sat on the edge of the bed, with his back slumped and didn’t say a word.
I waited for what felt like hours, but was only seconds, for him to say something.
“It was during my third tour. All my life, I wanted to kill people who would seek to destroy our world and kill the innocent. My squad was tasked with retrieving an agent that was captured by the enemy, and bring her home without anyone seeing us. In and out, pretty simple.” Crawling over the bed, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed the back of his head.
“We received Intel she was being held in an old mining town, when things took a turn. My team was under heavy fire and they knew we were there. What our Intel didn't tell us was that there were over four hundred men at the site. It was ten to one. We lost a few men that day and the rest of us were taken prisoner. It took the army two months to rescue us.”
Ryan turned to face me with a haunted look on his face. He cupped my cheek and wiped a tear off my face, that I didn’t realize was there.
“Don’t cry, Bree. It was a long time ago.”
Leaning my head into his hand, my mind started to think the unimaginable. Ryan was tortured for two months and God knows what happened to him. The scars on his back can only show me so much. I have seen a lot of TV shows that showed how to get information out of someone, but that was just television. Real life could be a thousand times worse.
“Ryan…how-“
“It was a long time ago. It took me several years to come to terms with what happened. The Army wanted to let me go, but I fought with everything I had to stay in. My commander made an exception for me and kept me in. If it wasn’t for the Army, I don’t know what I would have done.”
Pushing himself off the bed, he walked towards the bathroom and signal
ed me to follow. Looks like story time was over. Glancing over at the clock, it read 7:02 am and I had a feeling we were going to be locked in this room all day.
~*~
“I don’t think I can move.” My head was on Ryan’s chest, still recovering from shower, floor, wall, bed, bathtub, and counter sex. He was a man of many talents, but I don’t remember him ever being this good. Was his cock ever going to stop? At this rate, I think my inner vixen was ready to tap out and needed time to recoup. We have been locked in his room all day and night. Ryan escaped the room a few times to get food, but we never left the love nest.
Soft lips touched my forehead. “Me either.”
Pushing off his chest, I rolled out of bed to get some clothes on. While grabbing my clothes off the floor, my legs trembled slightly, causing me to fall flat on my face.
Fuck, that hurt.
“Bree! Are you ok?” Ryan was next to me in an instant. I should've known when I was accident free, since Ryan dropped me on my tailbone, something was bound to happen. I never in my entire life go a day without stubbing a toe, hitting my head, or getting a bruise somewhere.
“You broke me.” My voice sounded muffled, since my mouth was talking into the floor. My legs felt like jello and now my face was killing me. Just once, it would be nice not to get hurt, especially when I’m naked and with Ryan trying not to laugh behind me. The only reason I knew that was because I could hear him fighting the laughter escaping his mouth.
“You know, from this angle your ass jiggles just right.” Ryan smacked my ass hard, causing me squeal and flip him off. “Man, the things I want to do to you.”
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