Isaac is already out of the car and running towards the front porch. His excitement is contagious, and I can’t even hide my smile.
He is the best thing about this job.
When Ryan had informed me that we were coming a day early to Indiana, I had about lost my mind. I wasn’t ready to see him again so soon, and after all of Arielle’s comments, I really wasn’t ready to see him again, ever.
But, I have to face my demons, and my demon right now is in the form of smoking hot Ryan James.
“It’s all good.” I shrug. “All of this traveling keeps me from having to hear my parents love on each other three times a day.”
I shudder at the thought as Ryan’s eyes widen.
“Wait, what?”
“I have to hear my parent’s headboard smack the wall three times a day. It’s disturbing, on so many levels. I mean, my parents are pushing seventy, and they have a better sex life than I do.”
Ryan freezes at my words and just stares at me.
“Your parents have a better sex life than you do.” He swallows hard, and I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat.
“Do you have a sex life? I mean, fuck. “Do you have anyone that you’re, um, seeing?”
His eyes lock on mine, and once again, I’m stuck in a Ryan James trance. I bite my lip hard, trying like hell not to get sucked into his stare, but it’s no use.
The pull between our bodies is almost too much to bear.
Finally, I exhale slowly before my thoughts settle and I’m able to speak.
“Um, no. I don’t have a sex life, period. Not since my husband.”
“You haven’t been with anyone since your husband,” he repeats, before he reaches down and grips his hand around the doorknob.
“Fuck. I shouldn’t be asking. I’m so sorry, Isabelle.”
Something flashes in his eyes before he shakes his head and turns towards the porch.
“C’mon.” His voice is gruff as he snatches my suitcase out of the trunk and heads up the wooden staircase.
“I’ll show you around.”
He gives me a quick tour of the house.
It’s small, but it’s still probably twice the size of my parents’ home.
The home has obviously been gutted and remodeled. Everything inside is crisp and clean, modern with all straight lines.
The kitchen boasts stainless steel, high end appliances that look like they have never been used.
The furniture is similar, all new wave modern with clean lines, and none of it looks like it’s ever been sat in.
“I redid this place a few years back,” he informs me, before leading me down a short hallway and opening one of the doors.
“This place was never up to my ex’s standards, so for years it didn’t even get used. Isaac and I have only stayed here once since my divorce. I’ve come back a few times by myself, but this bed has never been slept in. You get to be the first.”
“I feel so honored,” I joke, making him smile.
“I’m glad.”
He sets my suitcase inside the room before pointing out a few things.
“You have your own bathroom.” He opens the door and points inside.
“Towels are in that cabinet.” I follow his finger. “There are some toiletries in here, but honestly, my mom does the stocking, so I really couldn’t tell you what she put in here. Extra blankets in here.” I again follow his hand.
“Isaac’s room is directly across from yours, and mine is the last door on the right.”
I just nod.
“My parents and my sister live just down the road, so I’m expecting them anytime. Get settled in, and then plan on dinner in a bit. I mean, that is, if you would like to have dinner with us.”
I’m torn here.
Part of me wants to hide away in this room and keep my distance from Ryan, and another part of me wants to meet his people and see where he comes from.
That part of me wins.
“I’d love to have dinner with your family.”
He sighs and smiles.
“Good. I was hoping that you would say that. Do whatever it is that you need to do. Plan on being ready to do whatever in about an hour.”
“Ok.”
He pauses, as his eyes lock with mine one last time.
“I’m not with anyone, either,” he finally says before reaching up and running his hand through his hair.
“I mean, I just figured, I asked you a personal question. It’s only fair for me to answer the same one.”
I blink, as he begins to back away from me.
He turns and leaves my bedroom, mumbling something under his breath that I can’t quite make out.
It takes me a solid two minutes to slow down my racing heart, all thanks to being close to Ryan James.
This is going to be a long week.
Chapter Eleven
Ryan
“So how did my brother manage to snag such a hot teacher?”
I cringe, as my sister Rachel pours more champagne into both her and Isabelle’s glasses and giggles.
Maybe letting my sister meet Isabelle was a bad idea.
She’s already told way too many of my childhood horror stories and made far too many mentions of how hot Isabelle is.
“He asked me while I was in the bar,” Isabelle giggles before winking at me. “I was busy drowning my sorrows of getting fired in a bottle of tequila. Ryan offered me the job, and I was too drunk to resist.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s Ryan’s motto in life. Get her drunk enough to say yes.”
They both break out into hysterics, and I just shake my head.
“That has never been my motto, and you know it.” I glare at my sister, who only laughs harder.
“Obvs, Ryan. But only because you’ve been blessed to look just like me. No one can resist all of this hotness.”
I roll my eyes, as Isabelle starts to speak.
“Honestly, though, I was already Isaac’s teacher, and he’s such a great kid, I just couldn’t say no.”
She smiles at me before turning her attention back to Rachel, who is staring at her with a surprised expression.
“You got fired? How?”
“Audra,” I inform her, as her eyes darken.
“Of fucking course that bitch had something to do with it. God, I hate her.”
“Same,” I agree, before sighing. “But it all ended up working out. Isabelle agreed to work for me, and Isaac got to spend his whole summer with me instead of with her.”
“Hopefully she decides to stay overseas. That would be a blessing.”
Amen. Although, I doubt that would ever happen, but who knows.
A guy can wish.
Isaac stayed at my parents after we all had dinner, but Rachel, Isabelle, and I all came back to my house.
The girls broke into the champagne stash, and are already at least a bottle in.
They hit it off, which is a good thing.
Rachel does not like many people, but she immediately took to Isabelle.
We have that in common.
“I think that I’m going to turn in,” Rachel says, before standing up and yawning. “I’ll just sleep in Isaac’s bed. We have a big day tomorrow, brother. You might should think about that too.”
“Yeah. I’ll be right behind you,” I tell her as Isabelle continues to drink her champagne.
“I was thinking that the hot tub sounds nice,” she says, standing up. “You guys go ahead to bed. I’ll clean this stuff up after the hot tub.”
She pulls her swimsuit cover up off before tossing it into a chair.
We had all put on suits to get into the hot tub earlier, but no one had made it that far.
Which honestly, is a good thing, because as I watch Isabelle walk across the deck towards the hot tub, my dick suddenly takes full notice of the way her bikini molds to her body.
He throbs inside of my swim trunks, so hard in fact, that I have to turn around so that she doesn’t notice it.
“Oh,” sh
e moans, as she sinks into the hot water.
“This feels so good.”
Well, fuck. That’s definitely not helping my situation.
“Are you going to come in with me? Or are you going to bed too?”
“I’ll come in for a little bit.” I tilt my neck from side to side, trying to ignore the fact that I really want to come in her.
I move towards the hot tub, beginning to lower myself into the water.
Her gasp causes my eyes to snap towards her, and I catch her staring directly at my dick.
“Oh my god,” she utters, before quickly pulling her eyes away.
“What is it?” I stop all movement and stare at her.
Her eyes travel back to my package, and her mouth opens slightly. Her cheeks flush, and her breathing becomes rapid.
“It’s, um. You know.”
“Actually, I don’t know,” I murmur, before taking a step towards her.
“Please, don’t make me say it,” she begs, before squeezing her eyes shut. “I’m so embarrassed that you caught me staring.”
“You can stare at my cock all that you want to, baby.”
Her eyes fly open, and she gasps.
“Ryan!”
“Well, that is what you were looking at, wasn’t it?”
Her face reddens, which makes her even fucking cuter.
I’m just about to regain control of my mind when her eyes open and yet again, focus on my dick.
The second that her teeth fly to her bottom lip, all of my control goes out of the window.
I move towards her, settling myself close enough to her that our skin touches.
“Ryan…”
“Isabelle.” I grab her hand under the water and pull her towards me until she is nearly on top of me.
“Do you want to feel it?”
Even in the dark of the night, I can see her cheeks heat. Her mouth opens slightly, and she shakes her head once.
“No? That’s too bad. Because I’ve been fantasizing about your hand here.” I place her hand in between my legs.
“I’ve had a lot of fantasies about you, baby. That’s just one of many.”
“Oh, yeah?” Her voice is forced. “What other fantasies have you had?”
Our eyes lock as I move towards her. I reach out my own hand and run my finger underneath the string of her bikini top.
“For one, I’ve been waiting for this fucking thing to fail. A good amount of my fantasies start with this string popping loose and letting what I’m sure are beautiful fucking breasts spill out into my hands.”
“Ryan.” My name leaves her lip in a plea. I’m not sure if it’s a plea for me to stop, or a plea for me to keep going.
I take it as the latter.
I move myself so that I’m directly in front of her. Our eyes lock, and her breathing accelerates as I reach my hands behind her neck, steadily untying the bow that’s holding her in.
The string comes apart easily, and the black top falls before sinking into the water. I continue to stare into her eyes, before finally, letting my eyes travel down.
And the second that my eyes feast on her flesh, all naked and exposed just above the water, I about lose my mind.
“Fuck.” I grab her waist and pulling her into me.
I shift us fast, moving myself against the hot tub and pulling her onto my lap in one smooth stroke.
My lips mash onto hers, one of my hands bracing the back of her neck as the other grips and grabs every inch of her.
She moans into my mouth and circles her hips against mine as my fingers caress her nipples.
“Oh my god,” she moans, before biting my lip. “Ryan.”
“Right here, baby,” I growl into her mouth as my hands dip under the water and grip onto her ass.
I grab ahold of her, rocking her hips hard over my now throbbing erection.
Our hands are wild and our movements sloppy, as she continues to moan my name into my mouth as she begs me for more.
My hand dips between her legs, pushing her bottom to the side and spreading her wide. Her head falls back as my fingers glide along her folds, and her breasts thrust into my face as my name leaves her lips in a sweet moan.
She rocks her hips against my hand as I explore the rest of her body with my mouth. I let her moans direct me, and as her nails dig into my shoulders and I feel her clamp down around me, I about lose myself inside of my swimsuit.
“Ryan,” she cries as she falls into me, panting and gripping my skin as she fights to catch her breath.
“Fuck, baby,” I murmur, reaching down and tugging off her bottom. “Fuck.”
A million emotions wash over me, so many that I can’t even focus on anything besides the intense need to claim her body.
I know that this is wrong, and that maybe we should stop, but I’m too far gone to even consider it.
I reach under her naked ass, lifting her against me before rising and carrying her out of the hot tub. Her mouth crashes back onto mine as she continues to grind her hips against me, moaning my name softly.
My dick throbs to feel her as the last bit of blood in my brain rushing down to my straining erection.
I’m trying to get her to my bed. To my bedroom, where I can lay her down and make love to her like she deserves.
But it’s been so long for me. Too damn long to wait another minute.
And I don’t want to give myself a single moment too long, where I could potentially change my mind.
I have to feel her now.
We almost make it to the back door, but then, she grips me tightly, and begs for me to touch her.
No fucking way can I resist that.
I lean her down on a padded lounge chair before reaching down and grabbing myself out of my shorts.
“Tell me that you want me, baby,” I growl, leaning over her as she bucks her hips against me.
“I want you!” she cries as she reaches down and grabs my dick in her hands and tugging.
“Ryan, please. Now.”
“Tell me that you want me inside of that sweet pussy,” I purr as I trace her folds with the tip of my dick.
She cries out again before trying to push her hips into me.
“Please, Ryan, please,” she groans, as her nails dig into my arm.
“Once we do this, there’s no going back.” I tell her, as our eyes lock.
She doesn’t respond. Instead, she wraps her hand around the base of my cock and lifts her hips, forcing the head of my cock to slip inside of her.
“Fuck,” I groan as I feel her slick heat all around me.
“Isabelle, baby,” I groan as her eyes close and her head tips back. “I’ve been fucking fantasizing about this since the first time that I saw you.”
“Then fuck me,” she whispers as her hands rest against my hips. “Because I’ve been fantasizing about the exact same thing.”
My mind is too focused on the feeling of her body all around me to be thinking rationally.
We’re out on my deck, and I’m partially inside of her, without any kind of protection between us.
This isn’t something that I ever do, nor would I ever even consider it.
But I’ve also never wanted a woman the way that I want Isabelle.
This woman makes me lose my damn mind, and I’m so fucking close to claiming her.
I have no willpower to stop it now.
“Isabelle, I don’t have a condom,” I mutter, as I pull back slightly.
“Are you clean?” her eyes open and lock with mine.
“Yes, of course. But…”
“Then please, Ryan, please…”
“Are you on birth control?”
Her eyes flutter open and she holds my gaze before finally nodding.
I don’t waste any time. I drop my hips, letting my cock fill her tight little pussy, loving the way that she grips my arms and cries out, chanting my name until I’m balls deep inside of her.
“Tell me if I’m hurting you, baby. You have to tell me so that I can
stop.”
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.” You feel so good, Ryan. So fucking good.”
Is it possible for everything to feel so right, and at the same time, feel so wrong?
I shouldn’t be doing this with her. I know that. I’m no good for her, and she deserves a hell of a lot better than me.
Yet here I am, bare backed and inside of her, and every emotion that I never thought that I would feel again circles me, threatening to crash over me like a tidal wave.
With every thrust, I fill her, and with every moan that leaves her mouth, I’m certain that this is a feeling that I could never get enough of.
It’s crazy, but one single word seems ready to roll off of my lips, every time that sweet mouth whispers my name.
I realize in this moment, that there is no way that I can stop myself from falling for her.
I’m already in too deep.
Chapter Twelve
Isabelle
I pause, with my hand on the doorknob.
Who am I kidding? I’ve been paused in this same damn spot for at least ten minutes.
I desperately need some coffee, but I also desperately need to keep my distance from Ryan.
It’s a no-win situation here.
Finally, I muster the courage to face my demons.
But as I step inside of the kitchen, I realize that this demon is just too damn strong.
Ryan stands with his back to me, braced against the counter as he stares off, seemingly lost in thought.
I try to ignore the feelings that flutter low in my belly over the sight of him, but it’s impossible to ignore.
The other thing that’s impossible to ignore, is the delicious ache between my legs with every movement.
My once tight vagina will never be the same after a night with Ryan inside of me.
I grimace at the thought.
How could I have been so stupid? I let the champagne go to my brain, and now here I am, stuck in this uncomfortable situation.
Not to mention, the fact that not only did I let Ryan’s gigantic penis inside of my vagina last night, I let his naked penis inside of me.
Talk about a lot of bad decisions.
In the moment though, I was in no position to tell him to stop. And once I felt the tip of his penis inside of me, well, I was a goner.
I want to blame it on the alcohol, but who am I kidding?
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