“You have me,” I whispered as I pulled her deeper in my body wrapping my arms around her. I took a breath pulling her light fragrance into my lungs and held it there. Ryan buried her face into the crook of my neck and I felt her take a deep breath as well.
Ryan
Something passed between us as we held one another in the dim light of the room. I placed a faint kiss on his neck as the spark I felt for this man continued to grow. His actions and his words turned that flicker into a steady burn inside of me for him. My hands circled his ribs, then chest. I kissed down from his neck to his chest, paying attention to each nipple as my hands ran up and down his amazing abs. His muscles twitched at my touch sending a slight thrill through me that I affected him so much.
My hands continued their torment as they dipped lower and lower with each pass. I fingered the top of his shorts back and forth before I pushed them over his hips letting them pool at his feet. He kicked them to the side, never breaking contact with me.
“I want you so bad,” he cooed along with the song as I led him towards the bed. “You are so fucking sexy.” I smiled in response to his comment and hard breathing as I leaned him back onto the bed. He pushed back until he was in the middle of it as I continued to hover over him. For once, I was the predator that trapped its prey.
I pushed down on his chest until he was lying flat and I could straddle his hips. He reached between us and positioned himself where I needed him most. My core throbbed as he slowly brushed his tip against my hardening nub. I felt the pleasure from this intimate caress all the way to my toes. I sighed as warmth spread from my core to the rest of my body, setting it on fire with need. My hands rested on either side of his head and I peered down at him. His gaze was intense as he watched his cock rub passionately against me. I interrupted him by reaching between our bodies aligning him to my entrance. Flint’s cock was already slick with my desire as I pumped him with my fist earning me a rumble in his chest.
I ever so slowly sank onto him, feeling him stretch me, molding me to fit just him. I shuddered as I settled him completely in me. We looked at each other allowing our bodies to say what we did not dare. My arms trembled as I held myself still above him, adjusting to him and enjoying the feeling of fullness he alone gave me. My hips rocked once showing I was ready for more. Flint pulled my face to his, crushing his lips to mine as a growl emitted from deep within him. I started to ever-so-slowly move my hips back and forth, setting my own pace, making his body surrender to mine.
“Flint,” I called out as he gripped my hips, rocking harder against me driving him deeper into me.
“That’s it baby,” he said as I ran my hands over my breasts. “I want to be deeper,” he paused as he pushed his hips up as I came down, burying him deep within me, “so deep inside of you that you can never get rid of me; buried forever in your pussy.” I whimpered as I came back up. We picked up our pace as his eyes found mine once again. They were so dark with need that only a sliver of blue remained. “Say it,” he commanded as his gaze bore into mine.
“I’m yours,” I whispered, folding back down so my lips brushed his in a barely there kiss. “Always,” I added, earning me a hiss of approval before he slammed into me. I arched my back, feeling my orgasm building from a place buried deep within me. Flint adjusted my hips so that each time I came down and he drove up, he brushed my clit. My eyes closed on their own account as an orgasm so profound over took all of me. I called out to Flint over and over again hoping he would hold me tight as I fell into the abyss of my pleasure. I felt Flint tense below me and heard my own name fall from his lips.
As I gradually came back to myself, I felt Flint’s breath on my neck and his chest rumble as he sang along with Adam Levine’s sultry voice. “I know I don’t know you. But I want you so bad.”
“Hey Ranger,” I said, my voice husky with what we just did and exhaustion.
“Hey lovely,” he said as he lifted me up and off of him, sliding out gently in hopes of not hurting me. I whimpered as my body lost contact with his and I rolled on my side. My muscles ached in places I did not know existed.
“Sore, baby?” The concern in his voice had me looking up at him.
“In a good way,” I smiled back.
“Definitely a good way,” he said as he placed a kiss on my forehead. Flint turned off the music before going into the bathroom. I must have closed my eyes because the next thing I felt was him rolling me to my back as a cool cloth found its way between my legs, cleaning me.
“Thank you,” I breathed as I opened to him.
“You’re very welcome.” Flint joined me in the bed when he finished, rolling me to my side, positioning me how me wanted me. My back to his front and our legs intertwined.
“Sleep lovely.” I heard him say as I drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ryan
I can even feel his kisses in my dream; a soft one to my lips then my forehead. I never want to wake up.
I rarely ever dreamed but tonight I did. I knew it was a dream from the mist rising off the ocean and the blurring edges of everything around me, but I did not care. Before me was the best dream I ever had. I met the perfect guy for me, who rocked my world and made me so happy that I was delirious with giddiness. He was gorgeous with a capital G. All blue eyed and surfer boy good looks with a body to match. But his smile was his best feature. He had a smile for each occasion and a special one just for me. He was giving me that smile right now as he walked up the beach towards me. I started to run towards him, dying to jump into his arms and never let go. I raced and raced down the beach pushing my feet to go faster. My lungs burned like they were on fire but still I pushed trying to close the distance. But no matter how hard I ran he still stayed out of reach. I called out to him but the waves were too loud and he turned to go as if he could no longer see or hear me. I screamed, hoping he would come back to me but the mist grew thicker. A severe feeling of loss tore through my soul as his faint outline disappeared.
I forced myself from my dream turned nightmare knowing that if I just opened my eyes I could see that smile in person. I rolled over waiting for his warmth to fill those cold places my dream had left within me, but instead was met with empty space. My eyes snapped open to find the room bathed in the early morning sun, not too bright but light enough to see the entire room. It was empty except for me and my harsh breathing. The spot next to me was as empty and cold as I felt inside. Any evidence of him in the room, in my life, had vanished except for the indent in the pillow that lay beside me. Tears filled my eyes as I buried my face in the pillow. It smelled of him so I curled around it hugging it as I willed the tears away.
I was being stupid and I knew it. It was just for the weekend but not seeing him now was more painful than I ever thought possible. Flint! My mind cried out for him, but he was gone.
That kiss last night that I felt in my dream, was not in my dream at all. It was him saying good-bye.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Ryan
Of all the low-down dirty things to do. He fucking sends me a CD of the songs we listened to when we were together. Each song replayed a different memory of our short time together. What an ass! He leaves without so much as a good-bye but sent this CD to my parents’ address.
“So this was the mystery package?” Reggie asked. My parents had called saying I had a package delivered to their address, which was weird since I had not had anything delivered there in over four years. Reggie and I lived almost an hour away and we just used that as our permanent address. I had not been back to Newport Beach since my ranger weekend but curiosity indeed killed my cat so here I was back for the weekend. And boy was I pissed at myself for coming. Bad enough I had to sit through dinner with my parents and Garrett last night. But when I finally opened the package I found this CD from Flint. No note, no nothing. Just a cryptic message in the form of a CD reminding me of the best weekend of my life and the worst case of what if’s I have ever had.
“Hello, earth t
o Ryan,” teased Reggie.
“Last night when I got home, my parents ambushed me with dinner . . . and Garrett.” I turned to see her reaction.
“Ohhhhhh god. They are still pushing him, huh?”
My eyes back on the road. “Always,” was my response. I was finally escaping to take Reggie to lunch.
“Where is it?” she asked. I tilted my head towards the console between us as Reggie reached for it and looked it over.
“Well it’s a good play list,” Reggie said.
“I don’t want to hear it.” I was pissed.
“Come on. I can already tell you read the list or you would not be this mad.” Her simple observation had me slamming my palm against the steering wheel.
“That ass slips out at the break of dawn. No word at all. And then this.”
“I told you that both of the guys got called back early. Romeo’s phone rang at like five in the morning. He went to wake Flint and came back a few minutes later saying Flint was already packing when he slipped into your room.”
“It’s bullshit. Romeo woke you. Why didn’t Flint wake me?” My hurt and anger from Flint slipping out right before dawn still ate away at me.
“The phone woke me. I have no idea what Romeo would have done if I would have been asleep.” She patted my shoulder, trying to be reassuring.
“Bullshit,” I yelled. “You two had already decided to keep in touch. I thought I had time to talk with Flint about it in the morning but our morning together never came.”
“I know honey. I wish I could say something to help because I see how much it still hurts you.”
“Well that certainly doesn’t help,” I said pointing to the case in her hand.
“It seems kind of romantic.”
“What a CD? Come on!” I could not believe she was somewhat siding with Flint.
“Is it every song you guys listened to that weekend? I recognize some of them.”
“He remembered every song in order,” I exclaimed.
“In order,” she paused. “Wow! You are obviously on his mind for him to send this.”
“Why now? Why one month later? I was starting to move past it; to get over the fact that it meant more to me than it meant to him and now this.”
“Maybe this is the first time he could reach out. Maybe they are really busy.”
“Have you heard from Romeo?” I turned to look at her as we stopped at a red light.
“Yes.” She shrugged her shoulders trying to downplay how excited she was. I could tell by the smile she was trying to hide. I frowned as this was the first time she shared this with me. “I think he wrote them before he left and has someone send them to me. I have gotten two of them spaced about two weeks apart.”
The idea that Flint did this before he left never crossed my mind. I reached between the seats to grab the padded envelope it came in. Sure enough! The return address was from South Dakota where his dad still lived.
“I think his dad made this for him. I mean for me from Flint.” Why does it have to be so hard? “What am I going to do?”
“What you think is best.” A horn behind us had us both looking up to find a green light. “Will you tell me?” she asked cautiously.
“Tell you what?”
“About the best weekend of your life?” I could hear the smile in her voice.
“Don’t be a cheese ball,” I answered back.
“What?” she teased. “That is what he named the CD not me.”
“Wait until we are seated,” I said as I pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot. I found a spot and we both got out and walked into the nose dive Mexican place. Once we were seated and had two waters and a basket of chips with salsa, I said, “Fine, ask away.” Reggie was like a dog with a bone.
“OK. One Republic’s “Counting Stars”.”
“I think it must have been playing at the bar when either he first saw me or first talked to me. I kind of remember it playing but not really.”
“I remember Mike Posner’s “Cooler than Me.” We sang that together.”
“Yep,” I responded as I dipped a chip in the salsa and then ate it.
“I don’t remember this one; Neil Diamond’s “Sweet Caroline,” Reggie said.
I smiled at the memory. “We alternated singing this to one another right before he kissed me for the first time. And then he sang to me the next one on the list.”
“Oh. American Authors’ “Best Day of My Life.” I love that song. I remember Big & Rich’s “Ride a Horse.” We danced to that when the Barbie twins were trying to win over Romeo.”
“Which did not work at all.” I pointed out as I sipped from the water glass.
“You are correct. Maybe I am the one with the golden va-jay-jay.” Reggie said nonchalantly as she dipped a chip in the salsa. I burst out laughing. “Yeah, maybe,” I said as I grabbed the case from her wanting to see his thoughtfulness again but wanting this conversation, this walk through my memories, to be over at the same time.
“AWOLNATION’s “Sail” and Miley Cyrus’ “Wrecking Ball,” we listened to in the car ride from the bar to your parents’ house. Bruno Mars’ “Locked Out of Heaven” was probably playing when we were outside and I jumped in the pool. No. I jumped in to Katy Perry’s “Roar,” so Bruno probably played before that.”
“Can I get you ladies something to drink?” Our waiter asked, interrupting my memories and tirade.
“Dos grande margaritas con sal en las rocas.” Reggie’s Spanish was flawless.
“Si senorita,” responded the waiter as he walked away.
“Continue mama-sita,” directed Reggie as she ate another salsa filled chip.
“Did you order frozen or on the rocks?”
“On the rocks,” she answered like she wanted to say DUH instead. “So . . .” she drifted off as she gestured for me to continue.
I took a deep breath and spat out the rest. “Katy Perry’s “Dark Horse” and Aloe Blacc’s “The Man” were on the beach. I sang along with Pitbull’s “Timber” after our great shower sex and we danced and made out to John Legend’s “All of Me.” I hate that song now. “Caged In’s “Green-eyed Monster” and Mumford & Sons’ “I Will Wait” were not songs we listened to together.” I threw the case back on the table and looked out over the restaurant to find the waiter coming towards us with our drinks. I chugged half of mine the moment he set in on the table.
“Are you ready to order?”
“Si, senor. Queremos un numero cinco y un numero ocho.”
“Gracias,” he responded as he wrote down our order.
“You wanted the steak fajitas?” Reggie always got a taco salad here.
“I got us one taco salad and the fajitas. I figured we would split them.”
“Sounds good.” Reggie reached across and picked the case back up. I watched as she read through the playlist hoping she missed the one song.
“You forgot one.” She is like a dog with a bone.
“Yep,” I said turning my head to hide my blush while I finished off my drink. “I need another one.”
“This is going to be so good.” I looked back to find her on the edge of her seat, eyes wide with anticipation. “I thought you told me everything about that weekend but obviously you missed a few details. Let’s have ‘um.”
“I don’t Reg. This is kind of embarrassing to say out loud.”
“Spill it,” she commanded as she took a drink of her margarita.
I took a deep breath and exhaled as I mumbled, “I stripped before our last time together to Maroon 5’s “Secret.”
“HOLY HANNA,” she exclaimed before chugging the rest of her drink. “That is so freaking hot.”
“Yep.” I signaled the waiter for another round.
“Wow. You guys really did a number on each other.”
“Yeah maybe.” I swore to myself that I did not want to admit to anything else.
“What do you think the last two songs mean?” Reggie asked. I shrugged in response trying to keep tru
e to what I just promised myself. “I think he is telling you he would be jealous as a green-eyed monster if someone else had you and that he wants you to wait for him.”
“I don’t know. Maybe,” I paused as the waiter sat our drinks down. “My parents are obviously pushing Garrett on me again. And I mean he has been pretty cool and kind of sweet since seeing me with Flint.” I wanted to see what Reggie thought about this and she did not disappoint.
“That kind of sweetness will rot your teeth.” I burst out laughing.
“Amen sister, amen.” I knew exactly what she meant. And I did not want a sweet Garrett but MY RANGER who was so hot he could melt my panties with one smile.
Flint
God, I miss her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Flint
Six fucking months and five days and now my plane was delayed. I mean come on. I was stuck in fucking Denver on a layover to San Diego. I was three hours by air from where I wanted to be and an additional 90 minutes by car. I could be at O’Malley’s Pub in five hours once we took off. But Lord only knew when that was going to be. The flight was already delayed by two hours.
I was glad I came home though. My dad was doing a lot better than when I had left last year. He was dating a new lady friend as he called her and it looked like she was cooking for him as he was no longer just a bag of bones going through the motions. He looked happy, like real happy.
Once I was home I tried to find Ryan’s actual address on the internet to no avail. But while I was searching, I saw an article announcing Ryan as the winner of the MTV contest. It showed a picture of the model who was wearing Ryan’s dress at the MTV awards, the metallic one I had suggested she submit. My heart swelled with pride as I read the article and learned of her winning this award. As I got to the bottom of the article, I froze as I stared at the picture of Ryan and the model, Charlotte Moore arm-in-arm, smiling at the camera. God, she’s beautiful.
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