“You’re up, buttercup,” Ryan says as he gently squeezes my leg underneath the table.
Allie giggles at Ryan’s rhyme while I take a card and flip it over. One blue square. “Mommy, this is where you go.” She taps her little finger against a blue square that’s way behind their markers. I suck at Candy Land.
I’ve just moved to my blue space when the doorbell rings. I glance at the clock and frown when I see that it’s already seven-thirty—way too late for casual visitors to be stopping by. I glance at Ryan, silently asking him are you expecting company? But he subtly shakes his head and moves to stand up. A few seconds later, I hear an all too familiar, unwelcome voice carrying down the hallway.
“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house?”
Fear grips me as I quickly tell Allie to go to her room, before I dash over to the door, nearly slipping and falling flat on my face because my socks have no traction against the wooden floorboards. When I see Joel standing with his arms firmly crossed over his chest, eyeing Ryan up and down, I want to laugh. Joel has always been handsome, in the clean-cut, manscaped way, but Ryan has at least a solid three inches on him, about fifty pounds of muscle, and the testosterone of a bull shark. Watching Joel size up Ryan is like watching a Chihuahua try to take on a Great Dane. If it weren’t for the utter surprise of seeing my ex-husband in my house on a Wednesday night, I’d be rolling on the floor laughing from the sight of it all.
“Joel, what are you doing here?” I ask, stepping in between him and Ryan.
“I got back early from my trip and thought I’d come by and see my two girls.”
“You can’t just stop by unannounced,” I say quickly. “And I’m not your girl anymore, remember? You made that decision for us when fucked your secretary before fucking us over.”
“Look, Sammy, can we go somewhere…private and talk about this?” He looks to Ryan and his lip curls in a sneer. “This is a family matter that I’d rather not discuss in front of strangers.”
Even though my back is to Ryan, I can feel every muscle in his body go rigid. He moves his hand protectively to my hip as he steps into me, his chest pressing against my back. Instinctively, I lean into him and feel a bolt of satisfaction at the sneer Joel’s wearing on his face.
“Ryan’s not a stranger. He’s Kelsey’s brother, and he’s been taking care of Allie while I’m at work since you were too busy to.”
“Oh, that’s just classic. You’re fucking him, aren’t you?”
My lips thin into a line. “What I do with my time and body is none of your business.”
He laughs, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth—an obnoxious habit that drives me crazy every single time. It’s his nonverbal way of saying, I’m right, and you’re just a foolish woman. “How pathetic. Sammy, baby, if you were that desperate for sex, I could have helped you out.” He winks, and my skin crawls. It’s crazy how I spent so many years loving this man, and yet the sight of him now makes my insides feel like they’re turning inside out. He laughs again. “But fucking the nanny? That’s pitiful even for you.”
My arms twitch as I lunge at him, but strong arms wrap around me and pull me back. “He’s not worth it,” Ryan whispers against my skin, causing my stomach to flutter at the sound of his rasp.
Joel rolls his eyes. “How old are you, anyway? Are you even old enough to enter a bar without a fake I.D? That facial hair must have taken you a month to grow out. Maybe my wife here can buy you your first razor for your birthday, or you can ask Santa for it at Christmas.”
I glare at Joel, knowing he’s not above punching below the belt, but Ryan doesn’t seem to mind.
“I’m twenty-four, not that it’s relevant.”
“Of course it’s fucking relevant,” Joel shoots back. “Jesus Christ, Sammy, what are you thinking? This guy’s practically a baby.”
I turn in Ryan’s arms and look up at him. Even from this odd angle, he’s sexy. The light brown hair spiking along his jawline is grown out and rough, and I remember how it felt to be tickled with it when his head was buried between my thighs. My bad mood instantly flips until I’m grinning like an idiot, but if either of them notices, they don’t say anything.
Ryan shrugs, and a smug smile tugs at the corners of his lips. “Well, I’m man enough to go and fight for our country, and man enough to know that your daughter should always come before your career, and man enough to eat your ex-wife’s pussy until she comes all over my face, so…”
Joel’s face turns beet red as he balls his hand into a fist and takes a swing. At the same moment, Ryan steps in front of me and grabs Joel’s arm, and within three seconds flat, has him pinned against the wall with his arm twisted behind his back, while Ryan’s forearm is pressed firmly against his neck. When Joel attempts to squirm out of his grasp, Ryan just applies more pressure.
“I’m only going to say this once, so make sure you hear me clearly. You ever, and I mean ever, raise a fist with either Samantha or Allie in the room and I will fucking cut off your balls and feed them to you.”
“I wasn’t trying to hit her.” Joel’s voice comes out muffled.
“I don’t give a shit. I might be halfway around the world, but I swear to God, if I hear you ever raise a fist while so much as in their vicinity, I will fly back here and deal with you personally. And believe me, after spending months in the sandbox, I know how to make punishments hurt.”
Fear flashes through Joel’s eyes, but he does his best to attempt to hide it. When Ryan finally lets him go, he straightens out his tie and runs a hand through his slicked-back hair. I can see that he wants to say something, since he’s definitely not used to having anyone stand up to him, but just as he opens his mouth, he thinks better of it and shuts it again. I, on the other hand, feel like my legs have turned to liquid, along with my pussy from how turned on I am from watching Ryan put my ex in his place.
Sure, I’ve heard of the term “alpha male” before, but I live in San Francisco… Most of the men I meet are techie nerds with hipster glasses and coiffed hair, or hippies who smoke pot all day. Those who don’t fall into those two categories are usually either bums or narcissistic suits who think all it takes to get a woman off is a few choice words and a couple of quick thrusts. Sorry, men, just because you have a pension plan and a company car doesn’t mean my clit’s going to rub itself.
“Let me at least say goodnight to Allie before I leave.” Joel tucks his hands into his pockets and looks at me. “Please.”
I hesitate. I don’t want to keep Allie from her dad, because if anything, I want her to grow up with a healthy relationship with both of us, but I hate how he thinks he can cancel his time with her and then just show up at the last second and expect me to agree to pretend like it wasn’t a big deal. Because it is. His hand goes to my forearm, and I feel Ryan’s penetrating gaze watching every move Joel makes. I sigh and nod, too exhausted to try to fight him.
“Okay,” I agree. “But no more than ten minutes.”
“Thanks, Sammy.” He leans forward and kisses my temple, and for a minute, I forget how much I absolutely hate him most days. He looks genuinely happy to be able to see Allie, and I know she loves every minute she gets to spend with her dad. As much as I hate to admit it, while Joel was a shitty husband, he’s a pretty decent dad when he’s actually around to spend time with her. The problem is, he’s not around for her nearly enough.
***
I can’t sleep. Glancing over at my clock, I sigh when I see the neon numbers staring back at me. It’s just past two in the morning, and I’ve tried everything to get to sleep, even going as far as trying to count sheep. The problem is those damn sheep soon turned into Ryan, and the image of Ryan leaping over fences quickly had me picturing the way his muscles flex and the way his skin glistens, dewed with sweat. Before I know it, my inability to fall asleep isn’t just because my mind won’t turn off, it’s because it’s so damn turned on.
At just after three o’clock, I give up on trying to sle
ep and pick up my phone to send Kelsey a quick text telling her that I’m not going to be coming into the office today. I haven’t taken a day off work since I started Peacock Cosmetics, so while part of me feels guilty about playing hooky, another part feels like I deserve it. I make a mental list of things I can spend my day doing: visit that new spa downtown, eat lunch at the new sushi restaurant by the wharf that I’ve been dying to try, go and visit a museum…all valid ideas that at one point would have made total sense. But not now. Now there’s only one thing I want to spend my day doing, and he’s asleep in my guest room downstairs.
Chapter 6
ALLIE’S CARPOOL RIDE shows up early, and Ryan isn’t awake just yet, so I decide to surprise him by making pancakes for breakfast. I may not be as great a chef as him, but I figure the effort has to at least count for something. After grabbing the pancake mix, I stir in some fresh blueberries Ryan picked up at the store the other day, and then I make a pot of coffee. I’ve just made my first batch when I hear footsteps padding down the hallway.
“Mmm, is that pancakes I smell?” He walks toward me and traces my neckline with his fingertips before kissing me softly on the lips. “Good morning, beautiful.”
I blush at the gentleness of his words. Just feeling his touch has my heartbeat racing, and I need more. I’m like an addict and Ryan is my drug. Fisting his shirt, I keep him close to me as I kiss him harder, my skin lighting up with goosebumps when his tongue traces along my bottom lip. I feel his arousal pressing into my belly, and I roll my hips, needing more.
“Samantha.” He says my name in warning.
I look at him from beneath my lashes. “Yes, Ryan?”
In one swift movement, he tugs on the tie of my bathrobe, shoving the material over my shoulders and exposing my breasts to the cool air. His lips ghost over the column of my neck until the pulsing surge of arousal has me dizzy with need. His hand slips between my legs, and I hiss through clenched teeth when he inserts a finger between my already drenched folds.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I love how fucking wet your pussy gets for me.”
His lips are soft but commanding as he assaults my mouth with his tongue, dominating mine while his fingers work me, fueling my desire. Needing to touch him, I slide my hands underneath his shirt and spread my fingers across his abs. I need more. I need to see him. All of him. I pull at the hem of his shirt, and we quickly break apart so he can remove it. I’ll never grow tired of how sinfully beautiful every inch of him is. The way his broad shoulders taper into a narrow waist, and his abs are lined like a perfectly sculpted grid is truly spectacular. I didn’t realize perfection existed until this moment. He lets me admire him for a moment, but not for long.
“Remove the robe.”
My hands tremble as I let the robe fall to the floor, pooling around my feet. My nipples pebble at the heated gaze he’s giving me, lending me confidence that wasn’t there a minute ago. With a coy smile, I hook my thumbs into my panties and slowly slide them over my hips and down my legs, enjoying how captivated he is. I’ve never felt so wanted in my entire life.
“Like what you see?” I ask.
“What do you think?” He grabs my hand and places it over his cock, the thin material of his sweatpants doing nothing to hide how big he is.
My stomach dips in anticipation. “Please,” I beg, curling my fingers around his length and stroking.
“Please what?” A cocky grin slides into place. “Tell me what you want, Samantha.”
“You. I want you to fuck me.”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He digs a condom out of his pocket and hands it to me. “I’ve been dreaming about this since the first time we met.” He shoves his pants down, letting his erection spring free, and I openly gape.
I’ve seen plenty of dicks in my lifetime, but Ryan’s is just as amazing as the rest of him. Long, straight, and perfectly pink. As much as I want him inside me right now, I need a taste first. My hands move to his chest, and I push against him until he’s pressed up against the kitchen table. Lowering myself to my knees, I let my tongue swirl over the glistening tip. His head falls backward as he closes his eyes.
“Oh, fuck,” he hisses as I take him into my mouth.
My hands wrap around his shaft and leisurely begin to pump in rhythm with my mouth, beginning at the base and working my way to the tip before moving back down again. It’s been a long time since I’ve given a blowjob, but I must be doing something right, because Ryan’s hands move to my hair, fisting the strands as he repeats the words “fuck” and “yes” over and over. I love watching him from this angle, seeing the way his jaw is clenched and the ripples of his stomach muscles flexing every time I flick my tongue over the head of his cock. Even though I am the one on my knees, there isn’t a shadow of a doubt that I’m the one in full control.
His breathing begins to increase as I pick up my pace, sucking him harder, deeper, faster, until he’s thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth, and I’m taking as much of him in as I can. I slide my hand to cup his balls and tugs gently on them before rolling them in my palm, and I laugh around his length when I see his eyes shoot open, his awe-filled gaze finding mine.
“Samantha, babe,” he cautions. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
In response, I keep my eyes on his as I seal my mouth over him and suck him in one long stroke. His eyes burn into mine as he quickly pulls out, and before I have time to protest, he’s lifting me off my knees and laying me on the table, covering my mouth with his. His kisses are frenzied as he quickly moves from my mouth to my collarbone, landing on my breasts, and I suck in a sharp breath when I feel his tongue lash against my nipple. He takes his time worshipping my body until I’m writhing beneath him.
“Ryan,” I breathe. “I can’t take any more. I need you to fuck me. Now.”
A wolfish smile appears on his face as he stands and slowly rolls the condom onto his dick. “As you wish.”
He grabs my ankles and yanks me until I’m at the edge of the table, spread wide open to him. With agonizingly slowness, he positions himself between my legs, just enough for the tip to press against my entrance. He thrusts inside me, and we both grunt. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex, I forgot just how amazing it feels to have a man fully inside me.
“Christ, your pussy is tight. Just like I knew it would be.” He pulls out slightly and slowly slides back in.
The room begins to spin as my body tries to adjust to everything I’m feeling at this moment. The fullness I feel as he enters me, the pleasurable pain from being stretched, and the sheer ecstasy of feeling him move inside me is all too much, forcing me to close my eyes as he picks up speed. Needing more, I lift my hips as he grabs my legs, both of us desperate to get closer. His balls slap noisily against my ass, and my fingers hurt from gripping the edge of the table so hard, but it’s still not enough. I need more.
“Harder,” I say, finally opening my eyes to look at him. “Fuck me harder.”
His nostrils flare at my demand as he grips my ankles and pulls them over his shoulders, propping one of his legs on the edge of the table before guiding himself back inside me. As he relentlessly fucks me, the only sounds that can be heard are those of our shallow breaths and skin slapping against skin. His cock fills me each time he thrusts, pounding me with a furious rhythm, and when I feel his finger begin to rub my clit, I swear I can see stars.
Pleasure radiates through every inch of my body, and I feel like I’m a balloon that’s filled with too much helium, about to explode from it all. It’s overwhelming and not enough all at the same time. I’m drowning in feeling, barreling towards the end that I know is close.
“Oh, God, Ryan!” I cry out. “I’m going to come.”
My words spur him on as he pounds into me. “Look at me. I want you to look at me when you come.” He presses his thumb to my clit again, and my entire universe explodes as my body quakes on the kitchen table. My body and mind are obliterated into pieces as my orgasm rips through me, shatt
ering down my spine. My pussy pulses against his cock as he continues to fuck me, chasing after his own release. It doesn’t take long until I feel his cock jerk inside me, his grunts, loud and feral, and his face contorted in pleasure as he comes.
Fuck, I could come again just watching him.
He begins to slow down, his breathing evening back out until he slowly pulls out of me and presses a gentle kiss on my lips. “Goddamn, you’re so beautiful.”
I smile, unable to hide the way his words pierce through the armor around my heart. “Well, that’s too bad, I guess, because you’re just hideous.”
He laughs at my teasing and nips at my bottom lip before straightening and removing the condom. “You’re right. I’m a troll. I should be underneath a bridge instead of out in public.” He glances at the clock which reads just after nine. “Speaking of out in public, shouldn’t you be getting ready for work?”
I sit up and slide off the table, bending down to pick up my robe and shrugging it back on. “I didn’t get much sleep last night, so I’m taking today as a personal day.”
“Oh? And what does this personal day entail?”
I shrug casually. “Well, I have to stop by the bank, and then I need to go pick up a new pair of tennis shoes for Allie, and then I should probably get some work done from home…”
“As much fun as that sounds, I have a better idea.”
“You do?”
“I do.” He reaches for my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “How about you put off doing those errands for another day and let me take you out on a date.”
“A date?”
“Yes, you know, it’s something that two people do when they like each other and want to spend time together.”
I laugh and slap at his chest. “I know what a date is, thank you. I just…I haven’t been on a date in a really long time.”
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