Hustler_A Second Chance Romance

by Rye Hart

  “You’d think so,” I said with a grin.

  I slid into bed beside Ryan and snuggled deeply into his side.

  “How did work go today?”

  “Please don’t ask. It was long and arduous and full of way too many incapable minds.”

  “Hard being the smartest one in the room, is it?” I asked.

  “I mean, come on. The FBI found me. What gives?” he asked.

  “Ah, the plight of a genius.”

  I pushed myself up to kiss Ryan on the cheek, but he turned his head and captured my lips. What had begun as a nighttime ritual between us to settle down, quickly turned into a passionate session as I straddled his hips. His hands ran over my curves and I ground into his hips, raking my hands through his hair and muffling my sounds.

  His hands traveled underneath my shirt, pulling it off my body as my tits swung against his chest. He massaged them, ignoring the milk that spilled from them as my lips kissed down his neck. I sucked on his bare shoulder, feeling his throbbing muscles twitching at my warmth.

  Ryan rolled us over and our eyes connected, and I watched as a smile crossed his face.

  “What?” I asked.

  “What? Can’t I smile at my beautiful fiance?”

  “Oh, yeah. In my milk-stained t-shirt and my two-day old leggings.”

  “You’ve never looked sexier,” he said.

  Our hands slid across each other’s bodies until we were clad in nothing but our skin. His arm wrapped underneath the small of my back, angling my hips towards his throbbing cock. I could feel his dripping precum coating my legs as he positioned himself at my pussy. And as he slid into my body, I shivered at his girth.

  Our foreheads fell together and I clung to his back. To the sculpted muscles he kept up for his job. I pressed kiss after kiss into his lips as he rolled into me, his strength coating my body and his cock throbbing against my walls.

  My pussy throbbed around him as he slid against my clit. It had been so long since I’d felt this close to him and I couldn't contain myself. I came around his cock, burying my face into his neck so I wouldn’t wake the kids.

  But he kept moving, kept thrusting, until his hips were snapping against mine.

  I suckled at his shoulder as his arms held me close. His cock stroked against spots that made me shiver with delight. I wrapped my legs around him and tipped us over, straddling his hips as I planted my hands into his chest. I rode his cock as the bed began to rock, and I threw my head back as pleasure coursed through my veins.

  I bit down onto my lower lip, but my sounds were growing louder. Ryan was grunting and groaning as my pussy clamped down around his cock. I collapsed into his body and he rolled us back over, taking control as he pinned my hands above my head.

  Our noses nuzzled together and it caused me to giggle. But then he rose up onto his knees.

  “Ryan. You know I can’t—keep—you can’t—”

  “I want to hear you,” he said, grunting. “I haven’t heard you in so long.”

  He slammed into me and I arched my back off the bed. He tossed my legs over his shoulders, settling a fire in the pit of my gut. My hands sank into his chiseled thighs as my head lolled with pleasure, and he pounded into me until my eyes were rolling into the back of my head.

  “Ryan. Ryan. Shit. Oh, fuck. I love this. I love you. I love you so much. So much. Oh, shit. Keep going.”

  My hands grabbed his ass and rolled him deeper into my body. He collapsed onto the backs of my thighs, folding me in half as the bed rocked on its frame. His hands clung to the headboard so it wouldn't bash into the wall and my fingernails dug into his beautifully-strong ass.

  I could feel his cock pulsing wildly against the walls of my pussy.

  His lips fell to mine as his dick slammed into me. He held himself there, desperate to feel as much of me as he could. We were panting and shaking, our bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat. I could feel his cock pumping, filling me with his cum as my juices dripped onto the bed below us.

  “I love you,” Ryan said into my lips.

  “So much,” I said breathlessly.

  My legs slid from his shoulders and his body collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling his cock still buried between my legs. This was my favorite moment. That moment just after making love to him where he was too weak to handle himself. And he always trusted me enough to fall into me. To hold him so he could recuperate without a care in the world as to my safety.

  Every time he fell into me, I fell in love with him all over again.

  I pressed open-mouthed kisses along his shoulder until he slid out of my pussy. He rolled off to the side, bringing me with him as he wrapped his arms around me. My head fell to his chest and I could hear his heart pounding, drumming out a beautiful song for me that I had come to associate with him.

  His fingers ran through my hair as my fingertips danced along the fuzz around his belly button, and I sighed as my body finally relaxed.

  “Do you have a date in mind yet?” Ryan asked.

  “No, but I have a season,” I said.

  “Well, that’s something. What season?”

  “I was thinking a beautiful fall wedding. Outside somewhere when the trees are turning colors.”

  “That would fit in with your desire to have a red and yellow wedding,” he said.

  “You still don’t like those colors, do you?” I asked.

  “Well, for a fall wedding, those colors are perfect.”

  “Now you're just telling me what I want to hear,” I said.

  “Isn’t that part of my job as your future husband?”

  I playfully slapped his chest as a chuckle fell from his lips.

  “I’m being serious. I want you to enjoy our special day, too.”

  “I will,” Ryan said. “Because I’m marrying you.”

  Smiling, I pressed a kiss onto his skin before he crooked his finger underneath my chin. My head tilted upwards and our lips connected before he rolled our bodies back over. He was hovering over me, raking his eyes up and down my body. There was never a moment where I felt anything less than beautiful with him. Even with leaking breasts, loose skin, stretch marks, and thicker thighs than I’d ever had in my life, Ryan worshipped me. Cherished me. Never ceased to whisper all of the devious things he wanted to do to my body.

  His lips fell to my neck, and I sighed as my hands tangled in his hair.

  Then, Henry began to cry.

  Ryan shook his head against me and I giggled. I lifted his head with my hands and brought his lips down to mine. He relinquished me to the darkness as I slid off the bed, my hands picking up the first pieces of clothing I could find on the floor.

  “How do I look?” I asked.

  I held out my hands as Ryan’s pajama pants I’d tried to put on fell to the floor.

  “Like you’re in the mood for a quickie,” he said, as he stared at my bare legs.

  “Is that all that’s ever on your mind?”

  “Yes.”

  I shook my head and giggled as I went over to the door. I pulled my robe from the hook as Ryan’s eyes watched me. It had been a long three months to recover from Henry’s delivery, and I had missed him.

  Missed his body against mine, just like he had with me.

  I slung the robe around my body and made my way for Henry’s room. He was grunting and whimpering, tossing his legs around and kicking the blanket clenched tightly in his hand. I picked the small boy up in my arms, watching as his eyes opened to meet mine. Then I sat down with him in the rocking chair and put him up to my breast.

  “You must be growing,” I said, mindlessly. “It’ll make my nights even more fun.”

  I gazed into his beautiful eyes before I felt a presence in the doorway. I looked up and saw Ryan, staring at us with nothing but love and adoration in his eyes. He did that a lot. Watching me as I fed Henry. He had told me once that he was fascinated with what my body could do, but I knew him better than that.

  He was still trying t
o convince himself that all of this was real.

  He didn’t have to worry.

  Because all of it was.

  “How about this?” Ryan asked. “Come fall of next year, Henry will be almost one and a half. We can have our wedding then, and then maybe your mother could take the kids for a week while we do a legitimate honeymoon.”

  “Mmmm, an entire week for just us?” I asked.

  “Just us. I’ll put in for vacation, we’ll leave your books behind for a bit. The kids will be with grandma and we can be alone for a few days.”

  “Whatever shall we do?”

  “Whatever we wanted,” he said. “And we could go wherever you wanted to go.”

  “What if I wanted to go to Hawaii?”

  “Done,” he said.

  “Paris?”

  “I’ll figure it out.”

  “Australia?”

  “With your fear of spiders?”

  I giggled as he pushed himself off the door frame of Henry’s nursery.

  “Does sleeping until lunchtime come with this deal?” I asked.

  “Sleeping anytime we want comes with this deal.”

  “Then I don’t care if we come back here and spend two weeks curled up in bed.”

  “As long as you’re with me?”

  I craned my neck up and puckered my lips as Ryan smiled down at me.

  His lips came closer, pressing against me as I giggled. His nose nuzzled into mine before he looked down, his hand cupping the back of Henry’s head. I watched him look down at his son with all the love in the world. They twinkled with Henry’s reflection as he unlatched from my breast, taking the time to smile up at his father. Milk dribbled down his chin as he giggled and Ryan took him from my arms, then placed him on his shoulder so he could burp the little guy.

  “I have a question,” Ryan said. “But I’m not sure how you’re going to take it.”

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve known you to be anxious when asking me something. What is it?”

  “Well, we gave Henry my last name. And when we get married, I’m assuming you’ll take my last name.”

  “Probably so, yeah.”

  “What about Harper?”

  “What about her?”

  “What if she had my last name, too?” he asked.

  “I guess we could change her name. If you wanted,” I said.

  “I was thinking more along the lines of adopting her.”

  I felt my heart slam against my chest as my eyes filled with tears.

  “How would you feel about me adopting Harper?”

  “Like be my daddy?”

  We all turned towards the small voice and found Harper standing in the doorway. She was rubbing her eyes and carrying around her yellow stuffed bunny rabbit Ryan had gotten her the day Henry was born. It was his reassurance to her that he would never love Henry any more or any less than he loved her.

  And she carried it around with her everywhere she went.

  “Would you like that?” Ryan asked. “If I was your Daddy?”

  Harper walked into the room and climbed up into my lap. Ryan was patting Henry’s back as he bounced his son in his arms. I wrapped my arms around Harper as her head fell against my cheek, and I could tell she was thinking very hard about his question.

  “Would I be able to call you Daddy?” Harper asked.

  “You could call me whatever you wanted,” Ryan said.

  “Would we go on lots of adventures together?” she asked.

  “Just like we already do.”

  “Would I be your little girl?” she asked.

  Ryan knelt down in front of her as I gathered Henry off his shoulder.

  “You will always be my little girl,” Ryan said. “This would only be a formality. As far as I’m concerned, you're my princess already. Always.”

  I felt my lip beginning to quiver as Harper threw her arms around Ryan’s neck. He gathered Harper up in his arms as she laid her head on his shoulder. I could see tears glistening in his own eyes as I put Henry up to my other breast, my hand rhythmically patting his behind so he could settle down in my arms.

  “So? What do you say?” Ryan asked. “Will you do me the honor of letting me be your Daddy?”

  “Yes,” Harper said, with a smile. “I would really like it if you were my Daddy.”

  I stood up with Henry against my body as Ryan offered his arm to us. I walked over and pressed myself into his side as tears ran down my cheeks. He wrapped us up close as I fed Henry from my chest, his eyes falling closed the more he filled up his stomach. I reached my lips up and placed a kiss to Ryan’s cheek. A long, warm kiss that made Harper giggle.

  Then Harper placed a kiss to Ryan’s other cheek.

  “I love you, Daddy,” Harper said.

  Ryan’s eyes misted over as he looked down at me.

  “We both love you,” I said.

  “I am the luckiest man alive,” he said.

  “Then take your lucky behind and go lay your daughter down.”

  “With pleasure,” he said. “Come on, princess. Time for you to go to sleep.”

  The End

  It’s not over! I love my readers so much that I’ve included a brand new, never before published steamy romance: Family Night.

  Check it out on the next page…

  Shane was my high school love...

  But we each had big dreams that pulled us apart...

  Since then, we've each suffered great hardships...

  We now have kids who count on us to do the right thing.

  Can we finally have our happily ever after together?

  Or are we better off leaving the past where it belongs?

  EXCLUSIVE: FAMILY NIGHT

  CHAPTER ONE

  PIPER

  I knew something was up the moment I noticed that he kept shooting looks in my direction. Standing behind the counter, I noticed that his nervous gaze kept flickering over to me, never leaving straying far from where I stood as he fidgeted, shifting his backpack around. He was watching me closely – without trying to be obvious about it. Although, those nervous eyes made him all the more conspicuous.

  Those eyes – they looked familiar, yet I couldn't place them. He was young. Looked to probably be somewhere around sixteen. He looked a little rough around the edges. Like a kid who was familiar with trouble. Of course, given the neighbourhood we were in, kids his age were known to get into trouble pretty often. I hated to make assumptions about the kid before he actually did something wrong, but it was hard not to. It was just the world we lived in, and hard-won experience taught me that I couldn't – and shouldn't – be too trusting.

  I watched him as he moved toward the back of the store, hovering around the potato chips. He paced the aisle a few times as I stepped out from around the counter and quietly walked in his direction. The shelves protected me from view, but I used the mirror overhead to keep my eyes on him.

  He obviously wasn't a criminal mastermind and wasn't very experienced at this because either he didn't see the mirror or didn't realize I was paying attention. He grabbed a bag of Doritos and stuffed them into his backpack as quietly as he could, before reaching for another bag.

  I stepped around the aisle. “Hey, I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

  The kid jumped, eyes wide, face frozen in fear as he dropped the backpack. It hit the ground at his feet with a loud plastic rustle and was unzipped, so everything fell out – including the chips he'd tried to steal from my store. With my hands on my hips, I gave him the perfect disappointed mother look, and even though I wasn't technically that much older than him – I was only in my early twenties – it worked.

  The poor kid stammered and looked like he was on the verge of tears. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to –”

  That's when it hit me – I did know the kid. Except the last time I saw him, he'd been just a little boy, not a teenager. Back then, he'd probably only been around ten or eleven. A scrawny kid with big, brown eyes and a soft voice. Five or six years had ap
parently changed him. A lot. What in the hell had happened to him over those years?

  “Nolan?” I asked. “Nolan Jackson?”

  His brown eyes widened even more, and his face blanched.

  “Please just let me go,” he said, his voice still as soft as I remembered it. “I won't do it again. I swear it.”

  He didn't remember me. Not that I could really blame him. He'd been young, and I'd only met him a handful of times. Back then, I'd been a lot different too. These days, I was more grown up. Not nearly as made up and fashion-obsessed as I'd been back in high school. I'd have been surprised if he had remembered me to be honest.

  “You know I can't let you go, Nolan,” I said. “I either need to call your folks or the police. I'll cut you a break and leave it up to you. So, what's it going to be?”

  Nolan sighed and shook his head, tears welling in his eyes. I almost felt bad for. Hell, okay, I did feel bad for him. Still, he was nearing eighteen, and if he didn't learn lessons like this now, he was going to end up in bigger trouble down the line.

  He stood there shaking his head, not looking me in the eye. It was like he hoped that if he took long enough, and showed me enough emotion, that I'd just drop the whole thing. So, I answered for him.

  “I'm going to call your parents,” I said.

  “I don't – my parents are dead,” he said.

  Those words hit me in the gut like a pound of bricks. I'd known Mr and Mrs Jackson – albeit not very well. They were a nice, middle-class couple with three kids and a small ranch house out on the edge of town. They hadn't been rich by any stretch of the imagination, but you never got the sense they were poor either. When I'd gone over for dinner – when I was right around Nolan's age, actually – they'd welcomed me with open arms. Mrs Jackson had baked an apple pie after Shane had mentioned it was my favourite. They were incredibly nice, considerate people.

  A lump formed in my throat and tears welled in my own eyes. I stood there, rooted to my spot, my throat as dry as the Sahara. I wasn't sure what to do.

  “I'm so sorry to hear that,” I said, my voice soft. “What happened?”

  “Car accident,” he mumbled.

  He looked up and then quickly looked away, staring at the floor he was standing on as if he was counting the tiles. He scratched his chin and slowly looked up at me, defeat and fear plainly etched upon his face.