Ryan’s Love
(Book 2 in the Callahan Family Series)
By Charlie A. Dillard
Copyright 2014 By Charlie A. Dillard
Smashwords Edition
Dedication:
Love Is All We Need....!
Chapter 1 (Ryan)
I can’t believe that its been four years since I’ve been back home. It’s been a long, lonely, and dangerous road while I’ve been gone. I’m a Boston boy at heart; but when I was fresh out of high school, I hopped on the first train out of here and went into the Marines. Now don’t get me wrong my life was nothing less than perfect. My mom and dad were very attentive to us boys as we grew up. They did everything for us kids, and gave us anything we wanted or needed. They were also a very good examples as parents and for a view of what a marriage was to be like. They never raised their voices at us or each other. I only ever saw complete devotion for each other in their eyes. Right before my grandpa died, when I was 16, he told me the whole story of how my mom and father met; and how they had the truest love that he has ever seen in a couple. Growing up I always thought that if I ever settled down, the love would have to be like that for me to have even a remote chance at happiness.
Now I’m here at the airport waiting for my goofy kid brother Killian to pick me up so I can go surprise mom at the office. No one but Killian knew I was coming home. Don’t ask me why I chose him to keep my home coming a secret. I think it was just the fact that he was the one who answered the phone that day when I called home. I guess I could have taken a cab to the office without anyone knowing, but I really want to take a long shower before I go downtown to see everyone.
“Ryan sweetheart, please don’t cry. Everything will be ok,” a fully dressed soldier says to a beautiful crying young lady.
I’m brought out of my thoughts and my head instantly snaps around to an all to familiar sight. A soldier leaving and his family agonizing about it.
“But James I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Girl, you know that I’m going to be fine.”
“But..but, last time you almost got killed,” the young girl cried.
She looks as if her heart is breaking, as she watches her husband or boyfriend walk down the jetway to his plane. The farther away he gets the more her knees droop to the floor. I know I shouldn’t but it seems like my feet have a mind of their own and are walking towards her. I don’t know what I’m going to say or do once I get closer to her, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
When I am finally right next to her, my thighs almost touching her back, she feels me there and turns around and looks up at me with the saddest greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. She didn’t say a word; she just looked up at me with tears continuously flowing down her beautiful pained face, blinking and wiping them away. I was momentarily stunned speechless at how gorgeous she was. Her shifting on her knees made me realize I came over to help her out.
“Um Miss is there anything that I can help you with,” I say putting my hand out for her to grab a hold of.
She glances down at my hand then back up at me and slowly shakes her head no.
“At least let me help you up off the floor,” I say with my hand still out-stretched.
She placed her small hand in mine and I carefully gathered her up off of the floor, so she was standing up and almost chest to chest with me.
She was so small. Her head came up to my shoulders. Her eyes were wide and teary. She smelled something like wildflowers; and her hair was in a long braid down the back of her. Resting perfectly right below her bottom. Which I have to say looks nice and plump.
I didn’t realize that I was staring so much until she let out a nervous chuckle and barely eeked out, “Um thank you.”
“Thank me,” I say?
She is looking up at me with nervous eyes and say, “Yes thank you for helping me up. I feel so stupid for acting the way I did.”
I can’t say that I understand how she feels, but I know that it has to be hard to see someone you love go off and away to face death on a daily basis. So I guess I can at least sympathize.
“No problem darling. I couldn’t not help a beautiful lady even if she is crying after her guy,” I say absent-mindedly smoothing my hands down her arms.
She shivers under my touch and I quickly snatch my hands from her arms.
“That wasn’t my guy,” she says.
Just as I was about to ask her who it was, when I hear my name being called.
“Ryan, there you are,” my brother Killian calls out as he is jogging down the airport to me.
I hear the girl say, “Your name is Ryan?”
“Yes, what’s your name?”
“My name is Ryan too,” she says with her head down and slightly to the right.
“Ryan, what are you doing. We have to hurry and get to the office, everyone is there waiting for you,” my brother says while giving me a hug.
“Hey Killian. Thanks for coming to pick me up, but I’d like to get a quick shower before we go,” I ask, not really caring what his answer will be.
I could see him thinking, when Ryan crosses my mind. I turn back around to where she was standing and she was gone.
Gone and I didn’t even get the chance to ask for her number. Damn Killian. I mean I know its not his fault he came right as I was going to ask her, I just can’t get the picture of her soft cinnamon skin out of my head.
“Come on Ryan. Let’s get on home then,” he says with his arm around my shoulder, leading me out of the airport and to the car.
The sunshine was the first thing that hit my face as I walk out of the airport and to the car.
“Man, its good to be home,” I say as we both climb into the car.
“I know. It’s good to have you back. It wasn’t the same with you gone,” Killian says.
I glance over at him and smile then place my head back on the headrest and close my eyes as we drive home.
“Ryan, wake up. We’re home,” Killian says shaking me, waking me up from my nap.
I barely open my eyes and he is rushing me off into the house and to the shower. Telling me that he will be waiting in the car. He gave me 10 minutes, then he said he’d be in with the bucket of ice. I laughed at that last one, because I know that he’ll do it. He’s done it to me plenty of times growing up when he was mad at me for something or other. So I got myself into gear and quickly wash under the spray of the steaming shower water. It was only when I was washing my hands that the thought of the beautiful Ryan from the airport came to mind; and my manhood quickly sprang to life at the thought of her sweet curves. I began to stroke myself as I thought about how soft her skin was, and how soft her thighs have to be. I near came at that thought but was interrupted by banging on the bathroom door.
Bang Bang Bang
“Stop playing with yourself and get the hell out of the shower,” Killian says through the bathroom door.
Ugh.
He sure knows how to spoil things. I know I have to get my own place. There is no way that I can go back to living with a group of people again. No matter how much I love them.
“I’m coming,” I mumble as I hurry and finish washing and climb out the shower, quickly drying off and throwing on a pair of chinos, a white t-shirt and a pair of Adiddas. I was too tired to look for anything more polished.
When I burst thru the front door, Killian was already in the car waiting for me to get in. I did without a word.
When the door closed he looked at me and smiled, shook his head, then we were off to the office downtown.
Soon enough we were pulling out to the all too familiar Callahan & Callahan office building downtown. It was massive as well as very lustrous. I used to love coming down here with Dad when I was a kid, but I all but ran from it when
I grew up. It was good work but it was too much like settling down, and I wasn’t ready to do that.
I followed my brother into the building and up to my fathers’ conference room. I think my brother told them that there was a meeting with an important client. So everyone should be in there waiting for it to start.
“Hello Ryan, is everyone in there waiting,” I hear my bother say.
I look up to ask him what the hell he was talking about when I see that girl that I met at the airport.
Wow, this has to be my lucky day.
“Ryan, this is my brother...,”
“Ryan,” she says.
My brothers’ eyebrow arches in question. I shake my head and mouth later to him, and nod him over to the conference room door; then I turn back around to face Ryan. She was sitting down at her desk and she was staring up at me with wide eyes; wide amazing green eyes. Her hair wasn’t in the braid that it was in earlier. It was in a tight bun now at the back of her head. I wonder how she looks with it out. I bet she’d have any man weak at the knees.
“So we meet again,” I say with a grin on my face.
She is still gazing up at me not saying a word, until the phone at her desk rings. Her eyes never leave me as she answers the phone.
“Callahan & Callahan, how may I help you.”
“Oh Mr. Callahan is in a meeting right now may I take a message.”
“Ok Mr. Ray, I will be sure to let him know. Have a wonderful day.”
When she hung up, she acted like she was too occupied with jotting the message down for my father, to look at me.
“I just wanted to say that you smell like the sweetest wildflowers, Ryan,” I say.
Her head snaps up to meet my heavy gaze. I can see her blush as she searched my face for truth.
“Mr. Callahan, your family is going to miss seeing you,” she says trying to get me to go to the conference room to join them, and out of her area. I know she isn’t trying to get rid of me because she doesn’t desire me; because I can see it in her eyes when she looks at me. They get all big and heavy. Her breathing picks up, and she bites on her bottom lip like she’s trying to hold back from saying something. So there must be another reason she wants me gone.
I test an idea I have out. I reach down and brush my thumb across her bottom lip and say, “Those lips are too sexy for you to be biting on. They need to be kissed.”
I see a shiver run down her body and her eyes close slightly before, she shakes herself out of her thoughts.
“I can’t.. I just can’t. I work for you,” she says, running her hand over the top of her hair sending another whiff of her wildflower scent straight to my nose.
Damn, do I want this woman; and bad.
“No you don’t. You work for my father.”
She looked at me, down at her hands, then glances up at the conference door, then back at me. So many emotions played across her face. A lot more than I would every admit to dealing with. But there is something special about this girl that won’t let me just walk away from her.
She opened her mouth to say something when the door to the conference room opened up and Killian peeked his hand out. He gave me a “Hurry the hell up look”, then quickly closes the door back.
“I have to go, but don’t think that this is over,” I say then lean in and kiss her right cheek, then I turn and walk into the conference room.
Smiling the whole way there, cause I saw how she closed her eyes and sighed. It won’t be long before I get to kiss her the right way.
I took a deep breath and opened the door to the conference room.
“So you guys decided to start without me,” I say into the room.
There were a bunch of ooh’s and aah’s, as well as me being enveloped with by arms upon arms.
“Ryan, why didn’t you tell me you were coming home,” my mom said as she hugged and kissed me.
“I wanted to surprise you,” I said under her fierce gaze.
As quickly as she fixated it on me, it quickly dissolved and she pulled me into her more and kissed me all on my face. As she pulled me into the room and was shutting the door, I caught a quick glimpse of Ryan and I swore that I could see tears streaming down her face. I wanted to go to her, but I was occupied by everyone’s questions.
“You’re not going back are you,” my father asked?
“No,” I said.
“Why,” he asked?
I really didn’t want to talk about that right now. I just want to relax.
“Can we talk about that later,” I say then am turned to my brother Patrick.
“Dude, why didn’t you tell me,” he asked after smacking me on my back.
“You can’t keep a secret, and you know it,” I say shrugging my shoulders.
He looks at me grinning because he knows I’m right.
“So when is the pool party,” Patrick says out of no where.
“Oh no,” I groan.
Mom shoots me a look, then says, “Why not Honey. We all want to enjoy you finally being home.”
I wanted to argue that I was so tired, but I know my mom; and when she wants something from us boys, she has a way of getting it from us.
“Nothings set up. How can we do this on such short notice,” I say hoping Killian didn’t plan anything.
Oh course I was wrong again.
“Well brother, thats not entirely true. You see I have some people over at the house now setting a few things up,” he said with a sneaky grin on his face.
“But we were just there,” I say.
He shrugs and acts like its no big deal. Today is going to be a trying day.
“Ryan, we’re all ready,” my father says. Everyone is looking at me like he has said it more than once.
I accept defeat and follow everyone out of the conference room.
Chapter 2 (Miss Ryan)
Whoa, how is it that a man could have me so darn weak after barely meeting him. I’d never admit it but when he touches me I can’t help but feel a thumping starting up between my thighs. He had me so wet and excited I almost told him how good he had me feeling. I have to stay away from him, because he might end up having me throw away my vow to wait until I’m married to have sex. I know that’s a foreign concept now a days, but its important to me.
“Ryan sweetheart, would you like to come to our house for a pool party,” Mrs. Callahan asks me.
I was completely taken by surprise. Not because she asked me to her house, because she has always been nice to me. I’ve always been made to feel loved and cared for by her. She has been there for me when I had no one else. Even when I found out my older brother was going back overseas, she was there to hold me and let me cry on her shoulder. We have been out together for lunch, as well as her cooking me a nice birthday dinner last year. She was the mother I never had and always wanted. I am more surprised at how sexy Ryan looked as he peered at me while his mom asked me to come over to the house. His shoulders were wide and his stance is strong, and his lips felt like silk on my cheek. His eyes were this breathtaking hazel blue color, and his hair was like a messy but sexy as ever quiff, that I wanted to run my fingers through. There is no way that I will be able to stay away from him if he tired to come on to me.
As fine as he is, there’s no way that he doesn’t have a boat load of woman running after him either. I know that I’d get my heart broken. I can’t go.
“I don’t know Mrs. Callahan, I have a lot of work to do,” I say breaking eye contact with Ryan and shuffling the papers around on my desk.
“I think that I can get your boss to let you come,” she said with a twinkle in her eye as she quickly gazed over at Mr. Callahan.
He shifted his feet around and I could see a slight tint to his cheeks.
I flush up myself and my head goes into my hands, as I try and keep anyone from seeing how I was feeling.
“So what do you think,” she says softly.
“I think that it will be okay,” I say before I could stop myself.
“Its
settled them. You can meet us over at the house in 45 minutes to an hour, alright,” she says turning and leaving out the office before I could think of an answer.
When I look up Ryan was standing there and he was gazing at me with a look of pure passion in his eyes. If I didn’t know any better I would have thought that he was going to crawl over my desk and ravish me right there in the office.
“Ryan, are you coming,” his brother Killian says peeking around the corner.
Ryan’s gaze breaks away from me and he walks over to meet his brother, to leave.
Just before he rounds the corner he looks back at me and says, “I hope to see you later,” then he walks off with his brother and out of the office.
Oh no. How in the hell am I going to face him knowing he feels how he feels; knowing I feel how I feel. Anytime I’m around him I want to feel his warm touch. If he ever tried to touch me I would so give in to him. I would let him do whatever it is he wanted to me. I know that I have to stay away from him when I go to the house.
I finish up the last of my left over work, then I locked up and left out of the office and to my beater. As I walked to the garage I prayed that my car would start this time. The last couple of days my car has been acting funny. It has been sputtering everyday when I drove to work; and yesterday when I was leaving it took me like 10 minutes to get her started up.
Luckily she started right up. I just hope that she will the next time.
My drive home took me a few minutes. I was lucky to find this small apartment in Back Bay that was pretty cheap. I had enough to pay my rent and bills, plus save for the place I wanted to buy. I should have enough saved up in about two more years. I know that it might seem like a long time, but I need my own place. I’ve never owned anything. Well anything besides this beater, but I don’t count that.
I pull up in front of my building and left my baby running. It will only take me 10 minutes or so to jump in the shower and get ready. Plus I don’t think anyone will want to take her, no matter how much I love my baby. She is pretty beat up. The paint is peeling off all the doors, as well as the the hood. When I pull off the muffler makes a loud noise. The right side mirror is barely hanging on by a thread. I duct taped it on but it keeps falling off. The bumper is hooked on with a few cords. So I think I will be safe leaving her running while I get in the shower. I just don’t want to chance turning her off, then her not starting back up when I come back out to leave.
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