by S. K Munt
Ryan groaned and flipped her onto her back, his hand sliding down over her breasts and then between her legs. She heard his zipper come down and excitement stole her breath. She began to pull down on the band of his jeans, her fingers tingling when they brushed against his hard lower abdomen, her legs parting when she felt him pull himself out and pressed it into where she was sore and aching and wanting.
‘I’ll just have to row twice as fast…’ he whispered, and then grunted and shoved himself inside her. Leigh cried out, pulsing all over so violently that she was afraid she’d never stop.
Ryan
Ryan knew he was a complete goner when he caught himself whistling: Like A Virgin while he flipped Leigh’s eggs, over easy the way he knew she liked, and then tossed the bacon onto a skillet. She was in the shower, and the water pressure on the small island was so low that he could hear every note of the song she was singing over the flow, and that made him grin like a maniac as well. Not only was her voice lovely and pitch perfect, but there was something very cool about the fact that she was singing Etta James’ ‘At Last,’ because it mirrored exactly how he was feeling.
Strange, I can only remember being alive for a few months and yet…. It feels like I’ve waited to feel like this forever!
Ryan’s heart felt like it was going to burst from happiness, and he kept playing the events from the night before over and over in his head, recalling every sound she had made, every time she had called out his name- and every instance when her body had cramped up around him and made them both shake uncontrollably. Yes, he’d remembered enjoying love-making with someone, but it hadn’t been as intense as that, he knew it. Nothing could be as intense as what he and Leigh had shared. At times, he’d felt so close to her that he couldn’t tell where her body and his body became separate entities, and he’d been able to feel every beat of her heart against his chest.
After awhile, he’d lost track of the amount of times he’d taken her and found her, and he was pretty sure that he’d emptied himself into her four or five times before she’d passed out in his arms- but he did know that his cheeks ached from smiling and his cock ached from overuse, and that no two people could possibly be more physically compatible than they were.
And now, she’s going to be mine! At last and for always!
Ryan hadn’t ironed out all of the details of their marriage yet- such as where they’d live or what he’d do to ensure that he could provide for her for a long time, or what name he would take or anything- but he knew with certainty that it was going to work and that he’d never feel lonely again. He smiled crookedly as he served up their breakfast onto two mis-matching plates, anticipating that Leigh was going to continue to protest that it was too fast or he too much or her too little… but he couldn’t wait for those moments, because he enjoyed talking her round; taking her in his arms and whispering his truths and feeling her relent and accept him.
There was a sigh from behind him, and Ryan pivoted, surprised to see Leigh leaning against the grey stone wall which separated the kitchen from the bathroom. She was wearing a red sweater-dress with black boots, her hair was slicked up into a wet bun, and her glasses were back in place. She looked absolutely gorgeous, and he was glad that he’d packed that out of all of her outfits because something about her in red blew his mind.
He wished she was smiling though- her serious expression made his heart gut churn with uncertainty. ‘Hey…’ he said, trying very hard not to look down at her legs because he was sore and needed a break. ‘What’s the matter?’
‘I have a problem.’ Leigh bit her lip, but a bright smile erupted across her face anyway, making his heart leap in relief. She held up her left hand, displaying the ring he’d slipped onto her the night before. ‘I need to show this off to everyone I’ve ever met and there’s no Wi-Fi signal here.’
Ryan almost sagged against the counter in relief. The fact that she’d shown none of the bride-to-be excitement that he’d hoped for so far had been secretly bugging him right in the centre of his man ego. ‘You like it?’
Leigh ran across the kitchen and jumped up into his arms and he caught her like a desperate bridesmaid straining for a bouquet. ‘Like it?!’ She pressed kisses all over his face. ‘Ryan it’s unbelievable!’ She pulled back, cupping his jaw. ‘You are unbelievable. I can’t even…’ her lower lip wobbled and she lined their noses up, her grip tightening. ‘You can’t break my heart Ryan, okay? I know a lot of girls get broken hearts but I won’t be able to take it, not from you.’ She shook her head. ‘Don’t marry me today if you don’t mean it, because as much as I’ve been holding back with you today- this is going to mean everything to me.’
Ryan’s heart trembled like her pretty mouth and he held her close. ‘I’m going to love you to the end of time, Honey.’ He swore. ‘You will never, ever shed another tear over me that isn’t a happy one again, I swear it.’
Leigh smushed her face into his, and a sob shook her tiny frame. ‘That’s a big promise to make, baby.’
‘Have I broken one yet?’
Leigh sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. ‘We’re so not ready for this… you must know that too, Mr Cactus.’ She pulled back and pouted. ‘I just realised that I forgot to get someone to come around and water my plant while I was gone- it’ll be good and dead after these past two weeks of being locked up in the summer heat back home… so I guess I’m not ready to get a pet yet after all...’
Ryan turned and popped her backside on the counter next to the plates. ‘Well, I asked Bruce to come around and water our itty bitty Christmas tree tomorrow, just in case we decide to stay on for a day or so in Vegas.’
Leigh’s brows lifted in surprise and he winked. ‘And he agreed to do it? Why?’
‘I guess he really is the concierge from hell.’ Ryan remarked, smiling as he remembered the endless list of promises he’d had to make to Bruce in order to get more assistance from the poor guy than he’d given willingly. ‘I’ve also had to agree to pass along his card to everyone who offers me gigs I can’t take, call him when I need a sickie and-’ he blushed. ‘He said if I ever get famous, he’s my opening act and he doesn’t care if Bruno Mars or Sam Smith offers first.’
Leigh giggled. ‘Did he make you take a blood oath?’
‘Just a tiny one.’ Ryan smiled at her. ‘Anyway the point is; I remembered the plant. So maybe we can take care of a pet just fine, together.’ He glanced down at her tummy and chuckled. ‘And after the amount of times I came inside you last night, I’m thinking that maybe we’ll be starting off with something a little bigger than a pet….’
Leigh made a face, cupping her tummy. ‘I’m due next week, so I don’t think I’m you know… ripe for fertilization or anything right now…’ she cupped her face in her hands and made a girlie noise. ‘Oh over share… this is weird!’
‘I like it.’ Ryan said, prying her hand off her face and pressing her breakfast into it. ‘There’s heaps of stuff we have to learn about each other yet, and we’ve got heaps of time to do it.’ He leaned in and kissed her. ‘Forever, in fact.’
Leigh stared at him. ‘How do you even exist?’
Ryan laughed, stuffing bacon into his mouth to cover his goofy grin. ‘When you find out, let me know.’
Leigh
The sheer amount of traveling they did during the remainder of the day would have exhausted Leigh and bored her senseless under normal circumstances, but she was already exhausted and so the day passed by in a blur of airports and car parks and uncomfortable seats while she dozed on and off.
She could see Ryan sweat every single time he presented his identification to an official, but luckily for him, they encountered more female officials then male ones and so Leigh was the one who ended up sweatier and more out of sorts following each exchange. She watched him charm three uniformed women while chewing on her tongue and gripping his hand tightly, irked that he was doing it on purpose but mollified by the knowledge that he was doing all of it in order to wife her, not th
em.
Still, it bothered her how easy it was for him to flirt and how many heads he turned, just by walking the way he did, with that loping and relaxed ‘my dick is so big that it’s weighing me down’ gait of his. And it bugged her hearing him called ‘Ardos’ too, because it made her feel like everything they were doing was just one big game of pretend. Could a marriage license legally bind two people if the names it used weren’t the names the people used? Yes, she used Leigh instead of Honey so that was legal, but now that she’d heard Ryan call her by her real name, she wanted to go back to it- and if she moved to Niagara with him, she’d be able to do that without making people think she was completely batty.
But what about him? What’s he going to do? Change to Ardos? Change the papers to Ryan? What if he does either and gets his memories back, then finds out that he’s got another name all together and it all comes out and… oh god! This is too much!
Leigh was so out of sorts that by the time she was halfway across the continent, that she was ready to wake the slumbering god on her shoulder and beseech him to call the wedding plan off until they could do it right. But as she stared at him, his eyes fluttered open and held her in that powerful blue gaze.
‘I love you,’ he whispered, laying his hand over hers on the armrest between them. ‘I know this is happening fast Leigh but remember- today is about you and I making a commitment to one another and me honoring the promise I made you when I invited you into my home.’ His voice was low, so that none of the other passengers could hear them. ‘Your parents will be upset that you got married in Vegas and no one will take us seriously once they find out how we met and fell in love and how quickly we took the next steps to be together but…’ he slipped his fingers between hers. ‘We’re going to prove them all wrong. We’re going to end up with our names on a certificate one day- our real ones- and I’m going to throw you your parents dream wedding and make them see that the only choice they have, is to let you go to a man who loves you more than he loves himself.’
A tear rolled down Leigh’s cheek and she leaned into him, pressing her forehead to his. ‘Sometimes I feel like you’re reading my mind,’ she whispered.
‘Sometimes I feel like I’m reading words I’ve been destined to say.’ He pulled her face into his for a gentle kiss. ‘And guess what? I was just dreaming, and it wasn’t about her.’
Leigh opened her eyes. ‘You don’t have dreams without her?’
Ryan looked pained. ‘Not usually.’ But he smiled. ‘But this time I was in a field- like a big cane paddock or something and it was hot and warm, I could feel my skin burning. And there was this beautiful little girl, with blonde hair and your big green eyes running through the grasses and laughing and singing…’ he tucked one of her stray hairs behind her ear and smiled warmly. ‘I think that could be our daughter one day- and it made me feel so… protective and...’ his eyes fluttered shut and his face tightened. ‘God I want that.’
Leigh was touched by the moved expression on his face, and remembered the way he’d looked at her stomach earlier as he’d mentioned the possibility of her getting pregnant. ‘You really want to be a father, hey?’
Ryan opened his eyes and nodded. ‘Yeah. Don’t ask me why and once again, it goes against all of my rock star leanings but…’ he ran his finger across her lower lip. ‘I think maybe it was important to me before, you know? Maybe because I was adopted or whatever…’ he closed his eyes again and sighed. ‘Hell I don’t know and I don’t care… I just want to be a father and a husband and…’ his words trailed off as he fell asleep again and Leigh smiled tenderly, stroking his perfect nose and thinking of how strange it was- she’d never given much thought to becoming a mother at all. Probably because she was babied so much herself still, but she could see the future he wanted for them, and she wanted it too. After years of thinking that she’d happily play passenger in other people’s stories for the duration of her life, Leigh suddenly had her own, and it promised to be a wonderful story, if only she could stay in character long enough, to believe it was happening to her.
Thirteen
Las Vegas was a complete shock to Ryan’s ‘newborn’ system after having known nothing but parks and waterfalls and sleepy little storybook houses since he’d woken up in his fresh start. And though he could see that Leigh was every bit as stupefied as him by the sheer size and sound and opulence of the city, as he led her into the grand entrance doors to Caesars Palace with their license to wed in one hand and hers in the other, she turned and gave him ‘that’ delighted grin and he felt the world spin in giddy circles.
Their life together was going to be magnificent because she was magnificent- and he could be magnificent for her.
They checked into the best suite he’d been able to book at such short notice and he hadn’t even gotten his wallet out of his pocket before he felt warm hands slide up under his shirt and stroke suggestive patterns up his back.
‘Are you feeling rested?’ she whispered, kissing his lower back and making tingles of electricity shoot through his nervous system.
‘Yeah…’ he turned and pulled her into his arms, raking her clingy red dress up over her ass so that he could caress her with lustful hands. ‘But aren’t you sore?’
‘I don’t care,’ she said, taking her glasses off and sliding them on to the table behind them. ‘After watching women eye-fuck you all day, I feel the need to remind you of who you belong to… Ardos...’ Her hands went to the buckle of his studded belt, her little fingers easing the clasp open and then reaching in inside to grasp him firmly.
Ryan’s now-alert erection began to stiffen in his hand. ‘You were jealous?’ he asked, surprised.
Leigh nodded, those doe eyes of hers slanting dangerously. ‘So jealous that I contemplated doing something very untoward on that plane so the stewardesses would stop offering to warm your nuts…’ her hand stretched down and cupped him, taking care of that particular craving, and stretched up to make their mouths meet. ‘Something that would definitely get me spanked…’
Ryan’s cock went from half-mast to rock-hard and she groaned, slipping her tongue between his lips to make him pant harder. ‘Yeah…?’ he asked roughly. ‘Like what?’
‘Watch and see…’ Leigh pushed him down so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, taking her hand out of his jeans then using both of hers to work them down to his hips. He watched, fascinated as his sweet little book-worm fisted him and then tickled her tongue against the tip of his member, moaning before swirling her tongue around him like a lollipop. His fingers fisted in the luxurious gold bedspread beneath him as the heat of her mouth suckled hard around him, making him forget that he’d already found satisfaction countless times with her since the night before- making him feel like that two second teenage boy again. He cursed gently and rocked up and into her mouth and she responded by reaching between her legs and rubbing herself, moaning in pleasure and making him feel every vibration in her throat.
‘Fuck yes… you’re a wet dream…’ He pulled his jacket off his shoulders, almost forgetting how to when she began to bob up and down on his shaft. ‘And that would have been incredibly untoward in a public place. I should spank you just for thinking about it.’
Leigh suckled him off, slowly dragging her mouth up his cock until it popped free and bounced impatiently in front of her pretty little face. She stood, dragging her clingy dress up her body until she was in black satin underwear, Doc Martens and nothing else, making his mouth go dry. She rested one of her knees over his leg so that her cleavage was all he could see, and raked her fingers through his hair. ‘That makes me a bit nervous,’ she whispered, leaning down to nibble on his ear and pressing her chest into his lips. He began to ache, caressing her rump and stiffening further at the feel of her silky skin and her intimate flesh when he pulled the thong away and buried his fingers into the crevice of her backside. ‘You might have to tie me down so you can spank me… just in case I try to run.’
Ryan’s eyes rolled into the bac
k of his head and he brought her down over his knee to caress her backside with abandon, so hot for her that he was sure that steam was wafting off him. Leigh gasped and wriggled as though trying to get away and he held her down against his throbbing shaft while dragging her panties down to her thigh with the other hand. ‘You’re not going anywhere…’ he whispered, curving one of his fingers between her thighs to penetrate her gently. She was wet already and he felt the tip of him bead against her flat tummy while she bucked into his touch, begging for more. ‘But before I give you what you need, I have a request…’
‘What?’ she whimpered to the floor over his knees.
Ryan leaned across her, stretching for her glasses and just managing to hook them with the tip of his finger. He held them under her face. ‘Put these back on. I need to do this librarian thing while I’m spent enough to actually make the fantasy last more than a heartbeat or so.’
Leigh took the glasses from him, freeing his hand, which he happily eased back inside her. She pulled closed on him like a drawstring and he gasped again. ‘And if I say no?’ she whispered, a hint of amusement in her voice.
Ryan grinned. ‘I hoped you would.’
He brought her hand down on her ass and on his lap, his naughty little bookworm gasped in delight, wriggling against him- and put the glasses back on.
‘Better?’ she purred, turning to look at him, and she was so beautiful that his heart leapt.
‘A little…’ he caressed her backside again, hoping to take the sting out of what he’d just done. ‘I have a question for you though...’
‘Yeah?’
Ryan slipped his finger inside her again and leaned in. ‘Did you ever touch yourself over the Justin scenes?’
Leigh’s face was already red from hanging over his lap, but the way her eyes darted away told him all he needed to know. Jealousy and the desire to own her and every dirty thought in that incredible mind of hers made him see red, and he spanked her again, twice, and then slid his fingers back inside her. ‘How many times?’ he asked her.
