by Dani René
“Ryan, oh God…” My moans are languid and my body is like putty in his hands. All I need is the release he’s promising; the orgasm he’s taunting me with. My toes curl into the soft carpet and I grip his hips behind me as my own buck and roll against his hand.
“Mmm, my beautiful Kiki. Do you like fucking my fingers, baby?” Those filthy words in Ryan’s low timber skyrockets my need. As he growls in my ear every nerve in my body comes alive. My aching clit is hard and throbbing, needing his touch.
“Yes, Ryan, fuck.” My words are incoherent as his hand moves faster, his fingers fuck me deeper and when he crooks them against a spot inside me my body flies apart and I cry out. The image of me coming from his touch is incredible and I feel my orgasm rip through me. Shuddering in his tight hold, my body softens against him, molding to him as he keeps me upright.
“So beautiful, Kiki. And you know what?” He whispers in my ear, teasing the lobe with his lips. “You are mine. Okay? All woman and all fucking mine.” Slowly he slips his fingers from my drenched core and lifts them to my lips. “Taste yourself.” I obey his command and lick the slick arousal from his digits. It’s sweet and tangy, but watching him in the mirror while I do it is the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.
He grips my hips and spins me around. Leaning in, he licks and sucks on my lips, our tongues dart around, teasing each other and I suck on his, earning myself a deep groan. When we finally break apart, dark pools pierce me, holding me hostage in their hypnotic pull.
“Ryan.” I utter his name with desire and his lips quirk into that sexy smile I’ve come to know and love.
“All mine. I want to make love to you now.” I nod and he once again plants a kiss on my lips. Slipping his hand in mine, he tugs me over to the bed and lays me down. His movements are gentle and sweet, and when he pushes his briefs down I gasp at his rock-hard cock. I’ve seen it before, I’ve felt it inside me, but somehow at this moment it’s bigger and thicker than I remember.
“Please, Ryan, I want you inside me.” I lift up on my elbows and watch as he crawls onto the bed. There’s no need for condoms and I’m grateful. After our first time, I told him I’m on the pill, and I trust him with my life. I know everything about this beautiful man.
He hovers over my body and a small needy whimper falls from my lips when the crown of his cock nudges my sex. Instinctively, my hips buck, and he chuckles at me. “Don’t rush, Kiki, soon I’ll be inside you. He reaches between us and leisurely strokes my sex, then grips his cock and teases me again by rubbing the crown up and down my pussy.
“God, Ryan, please. Just fuck me already.” The words tumble in an order from my mouth and he doesn’t waste anytime impaling me on his length. My nails dig into his back, and as I scratch down the smooth skin, his growl is evidence that I drive him as crazy as he does me.
“You feel so good. So perfect around me.” His husky words whisper over my breasts as he takes one taut nipple into his mouth suckling it, nibbling the sensitive bud.
My legs wrap around his waist as he fills me, over and over again. My body accepts him. We fit together like a melody with lyrics. “I need you faster.” My hands reach down, gripping his tight ass, pulling him tighter against me as my moans echo along with the sound of skin, and the scent of sex mingles with the air around us. Our own erotic symphony.
“You’re. Mine. Every. Inch. Of. You.” He spears me with every word. Jolts to my heart diminish every fear and I’m falling into the abyss along with him. I love him. I need him.
My body bows against his, and he drives deeper sending me soaring. “Yessss…” I hiss out the word and dig my nails into his shoulders as his body locks and I feel him shoot jet after jet of release inside me.
Soft murmurs rouse me and when I roll over, I find Ryan on the phone. His back is facing me and I over hear him talking and I realize it must be Liam. “Yes, she’s sleeping. We’ll be home when we can, there are things we need to sort out. She’s mine, I’m never leaving her.” The words fill my heart and my eyes tear up with emotion. With love and devotion to a man who knows the real me and still wants me.
He hangs up a moment later and I shut my eyes quickly before he discovers me eavesdropping. “I know you’re awake, baby,” he chuckles and I crack one eye, peeking up at him. Dark eyes regard me with amusement. “How much of that did you hear?” He questions, climbing back under the covers, circling my waist, he tugs me against him and I bask in his warmth.
“Only the part about you telling Liam I’m the love of your life and you’re not leaving me,” I murmur on a shy smile. My voice groggy from all the moaning and screaming I did last night. There’s a delicious ache between my thighs and I can’t help smiling at the memory of how many times we made love last night.
“Good, that’s the most important part.” He plants a soft kiss on my forehead and my eyes flutter and my belly tingles with the flutter of butterflies. Ryan has a way of consuming me, my every thought, and my body. There’s no explanation for what he does to me besides turning me to mush.
Last night, he both devoured me and claimed me, in every way possible. We got to know each other in ways that would make me blush every time I’d recall them. As if he were playing an instrument, he used my body to elicit sounds from me I didn’t know I could make.
When I took him in my mouth, I savored his taste. Sweet, salty, just Ryan. I wanted to please him as much as he’d pleased me, and from the look on his face, I accomplished my mission. The faint hint of sunlight bathes us as we lie in each other’s arms and I wonder if this is finally my happy ending.
Later today I’ll see the doctor, get the results back from my blood tests. I’ve been religious about my health since I found out about the gene that’s in my body, the one that could change my life forever, and already has. It’s difficult as a woman to know your life is threatened by something so small, yet so volatile. I watched my mom suffer. I saw her deteriorate before my very eyes. A strong-willed, beautiful woman, weakened by a mutation in her body. When they found the cancer it was too far gone to treat. We didn’t have a choice but to allow her to fade.
Months I spent by her side, but it wasn’t only her, I watched my father disappear further into despair as he watched the woman he loved die. For years after she died, he retreated from himself, from me. Even though he did his best, it was something that I saw pained him. His heart was broken, fragmented with memories of her. Of their life together.
That’s the reason I pushed Ryan away for so long. I didn’t want him to go through that. I love him too much to know he’ll be in such agony if he ever lost me. Or had to watch me go through that. “Ki?” His voice drags me from the millions of questions and thoughts running rampant through my mind.
Lifting my gaze, I meet his concerned stare.
“Are you okay, baby?” Nodding, I shift so I’m practically lying on his chest. Our faces inches apart and my mouth hungry to feel his lips on mine.
“I’m thinking, wondering how I got this lucky,” I murmur.
“It’s me that’s the lucky one, Kierra. I don’t want you worrying about anything. I’m here, I’m not leaving, and once your father gives me permission, I’m marrying you.” His words, his confession stills my heart. Our eyes lock in a stand-off and as much as I want to deny him, to tell him to find someone who isn’t threatened with an uncertain future, I don’t. Instead, I smile. A real, genuine grin.
“I haven’t agreed, and who knows, I may find some rich, sexy rock star who isn’t as stubborn as you,” I giggle when he tugs me closer.
“Don’t even think about it,” he mumbles into my hair. “Get some rest, and I’ll go to the doctor with you later,” he promises and as a yawn falls from my lips, I do fall under allowing myself to dream.
When I open my eyes all I see is her beautiful face. Angelic. Dark hair fans across the pillows and her full lips part as she breathes quietly. “Are you being a creeper?” Steel blue eyes open and peer at me.
“You’re beautiful when you’
re asleep. I can’t help but be creepy and watch you.” I reach for her, pulling her into my arms. Her smooth skin is warm to the touch and her breasts are squashed against my bare chest.
“I guess since it’s you, I’ll be able to handle it,” she quips in response and I roll us over, my body caging her in and I settle between her slender thighs. Our bodies align perfectly and my erection nudges her glistening pussy. The heat and slickness that meets the crown of my cock has me groaning with need and desire. Even though we spent most of last night making love, into the early hours of the morning, I want her again.
“Oh really?” I reach down and tickle her sides, which in turn has her giggling uncontrollably. She tries and fails to swat me away, I’m too strong for her and I’ve got her pinned to the bed.
“Please, please, stop. Okay, okay! I’m joking. Ryan!” Her giggles are like fuel to my blood, heating it with want. My body aches to be inside her. To feel her tight heat around me. Her wide eyes peer up at me and she murmurs. “Make love to me?”
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to ask me twice,” I growl. She’s already drenched and I roll my hips, not sliding into her, just teasing her with the steel that is my cock. She’s got me so hard, ready to make her scream my name over and over again.
I reach between us, stroking her pussy, then aligning my cock perfectly, I inch in slowly. Her body accepts me, like she’s been made just for me. “You feel incredible, Kiki. You fit me like a glove.” Her legs wrap around me and we move together in a beautifully erotic dance. Our hearts beat in time with the other. A rhythmic, calming melody that has my senses heightened, every nerve in my body is alight, sparking through me like a current of electricity.
This is our song. Between the want I have for her, and the fear she holds in her heart, I know we’ll make this work. I’ve given up denying myself this woman. I’ll have her, and it won’t be for one night, or two, it will be forever. Until my dying breath. She just needs to let go, to finally relent and allow me to show her I’m man enough for her.
And with that thought running through my mind, we make love again. Uniting not only our bodies, but our hearts and souls. We’re one. Always will be.
After breakfast, we both took a long, hot shower and Ki told me her doctor’s appointment was at midday. Once we got dressed, I grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet and we made our way out to the reception to collect her car keys.
The road to her parent’s house is quiet and my mind is whirling with thoughts of what her father’s going to say. I wanted to ask for his blessing, but I didn’t realize how nervous I’d be. I’ve never had a close relationship with my parents, but I know Kierra loves her father and his opinion counts. I’ve never been one to change who I am for others, if you don’t like me, that’s up to you, so this is out of my league completely.
I know if I had a daughter and a man like me walked up to the door asking for her hand in marriage, I’d lose my mind. I’d probably lock her up in a room and never allow her out. All I can do is hope he sees how much I love her. How much she means to me and that I’d never hurt her.
When we pull up to the house, I turn to her. She’s tense and I wonder if it’s because I’m with her, or because she knows what I’m about to do. “You’re quiet,” I comment, watching her reaction.
“I’m nervous, to be honest. My father liked you when you first met him, that won’t change now that we’re officially together. It’s just… well, today is going to be emotional in more ways than one and I really want him to see how I feel about you,” her confession has my heart soaring. Hope blooms in my chest because she feels the same.
“I know, Ki, but even if he tests me, I’m not giving up. I love you. Do you understand that? I’m never walking away. If it takes me another ten years to prove to him how deep my feelings are, I’ll do it gladly. If it will mean a forever with you, I’ll move mountains, baby,” leaning in, I plant a chaste kiss on her lips and sit back. The soft rosy hue on her cheeks makes me grin like a fool.
“I love you too, Ryan.” She says so quietly, but I hear it. I’ve always heard her. Even when she wasn’t saying anything at all.
“Let’s go,” I push the door open and exit the car. Rounding it, I open her door and offer my hand, as soon as hers slips into mine, I feel the confidence I need to get through this.
Before we reach the house, the door opens and I’m face to face with Mr. Thorne, Ki’s father, and the man I need to convince to allow me to marry his daughter.
“Nice to see you again, Ryan,” he rumbles in a deep baritone.
“Thank you, Sir. It’s good to see you too. You’re looking well,” I reach out with a proffered hand and he accepts, allowing me to breathe.
“Come in, I’ve just made brunch,” he turns and leaves us staring at each other. Giggling, Ki steps inside first and I follow, closing the door behind me. Their home is beautiful, filled with comfortable furniture with a lived-in feel. It’s not a house, it’s a home.
The living room opens onto a large dining table which overlooks a garden and swimming pool. There’s a spread of food set out and even though we’d eaten a mere hour ago, I feel another bout of hunger kick in. It might just be nerves, but I settle in one of the chairs, with Kierra between her father and myself.
“So, Ryan,” he starts and I drag my gaze to meet his. “You’ve come all this way to see my daughter? That’s quite a trip.” He doesn’t sound angry, but there’s definitely a wariness that filters through his words and hangs in the air.
“Yes, I…” Sighing, I take a sip of juice and regard him again. Better get this over with. “You see, Mr. Thorne, Kierra is special to me. I mean, I’ve known her for ten years. We’ve worked together, travelled the world together, and I’ve loved her for all that time. When I first saw her, my world stopped, it was as if she’d been put before me and I couldn’t see anything else, or anyone else for that matter. I love her. I really do. And that’s why I’ve come all this way,” casting a quick glance at Ki, she offers a smile and I find the words, “I’d like your permission, your approval, your blessing to take her as my wife. I’d like to marry her, give her the support she needs in a partner, and I swear I’d never hurt her. I’ll always be there for her, no matter what happens.”
He’s silent for a long while, too long and my nerves get the better of me. He glances around, looks at his daughter and meets her gaze. Something passes between them, like an unsaid understanding and he pushes his chair out, rising to full height.
If I wasn’t trying to swallow past the fear and anxiety lumped in my throat, I’d say more, but I can’t. My voice has found a hiding place and I can’t find it.
“Dad,” Ki starts, but he glances at her, silencing her immediately. Then his gaze locks on me and Kierra’s hand finds mine under the table.
“Ryan, thank you for coming here and being honest with me. For telling me about your feelings for my daughter, and also for caring for her when she’s in L.A. Nothing would make me happier than her finding real love and a man who can offer her that. There’s only one thing I need to know before I give you my blessing, and I will, but,” he stops, so does my heart. He reaches for a magazine behind him and places it in front of both Kierra and me. When my gaze hits the headline, my heart lurches. My world crashes around me, dragging me down, deep into the darkness that I thought I’d escaped. The one thing from my past that I regret stares at me. Being a rock star has its perks, but it’s also a curse. One that can ruin your life, your love, and your future.
“Ryan?” Kierra’s voice breaks through the haze of fury and anger.
“Care to explain this accusation?” Her father’s voice finally pulls my head up and I regard him. Honesty is the best policy, so I inhale a deep resounding breath and I know there’s no other way out, but to give him the whole story.
“I’ve made many mistakes over the years when it comes to certain choices I made. I have been with groupies, fans, whatever you want to call them, but I just don’t remember this girl at all. Most o
f the time I was acting out of pure jealousy when I would see Kierra with her boyfriend at the time. I knew I wasn’t man enough to admit my feelings, yet, the thought of not being with her set me off course. I did something stupid. Jealousy had wrung me out. I didn’t know it at the time, but my love for her was already deep rooted.”
He stops, glancing at me momentarily, then meeting my father’s glare. I know what he’s talking about because I recall that night with clarity. The band had finished playing and I’d been seeing Cody for a short while. We’d not slept together, but he was getting antsy with me. We were backstage when Ryan and the boys got off stage. That was when I did something I knew I shouldn’t have. I pulled Cody in for a kiss that if it had been Ryan, would’ve made my toes curl and my belly flop, but I didn’t feel a thing. I wanted to make Ryan jealous.
You see, as much as I refused to date him, I wanted him to want me. Yes, I was a bitch. I wanted him to feel the jealousy I felt when the groupies would grab him and kiss him. I needed him to experience the ache I felt seeing him with another woman.
“In my haze of frustration from seeing her kiss him, I did something I’d regret forever.” His confession continues through my memories as I remember the girl on the front page of the tabloid sitting on the table, taunting me. “I got drunk, very drunk. It was the only way I would have gone through with it. You see, every time I kissed another girl, it was always gray-blue eyes that pierced me. It was always Kierra’s face I saw. Anyway, in my drunken haze I must have had sex with this girl. It’s the only way to explain why I don’t remember her.” He glances at the offending pages before us.
My heart hurts at his confession. It’s a physical ache.
“So you’re telling me this was a one-night stand?” Hearing my father say something like that makes me cringe. You never think about your parents knowing about sex, one-night stands, or anything of the sort. It’s something no child wants to think about.
