Falling For Ryan: Part Two

by Tracy Lorraine

  The restaurant I’ve chosen is just over thirty minutes away. I knew the instant I opened their website that Molly would love it. It’s an old thatched building with white rendering and black beams. The photos on the website show it looking really romantic inside, and the reviews of the food are outstanding. I’m looking forward to seeing her face when she takes it all in. She’s still demanding I tell her where we’re going, but so far I’ve managed to refuse. I know we’re nearly there now, though, and she’s about to find out. I look over at her to find her looking down at her lap.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, my stomach just feels a bit weird. Probably just hungry.” She just shrugs it off like it’s nothing, so I think no more of it, especially as I feel the taxi coming to a stop in front of the restaurant. “Oh, please tell me we’re going in there,” Molly says excitedly.

  I knew she’d love it.

  Twenty minutes later, we’re sat at a little table in the back corner of the restaurant, sipping on glasses of champagne after ordering our starters and main courses. Molly’s eyes are still as wide as when we pulled up outside, taking everything in.

  “I love this place. It’s so cute.”

  “I knew you’d love it the minute I saw it online.”

  “Did you see the sign as we came in saying it’s in the top ten of the most romantic restaurants in the country?” Of course, I know this, but I don’t want to dampen her excitement.

  “Is it?” I ask, and she tells me all about it. My heart bursts at her happiness over something as simple as a nice restaurant.

  “What’s the matter, Ry? You look serious all of a sudden.”

  “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

  “About what?”

  “It’s nothing, really.”

  “No, go on. You always make me spill.”

  “I was thinking about how just bringing you to a nice restaurant has made you so happy. It’s like no one has done it for you before.”

  “No one has done it before,” she replies sadly. “No one has ever done anything like you have done for me this weekend. I’ve never been spoilt as much as I have in the last few days.”

  “I hate that no one has, but I also love it, because it means I get to do it now.”

  “I love that you get to do it, too. It wouldn’t be the same if it were anyone else.”

  “Are you going to tell me yet what you’ve got planned for my birthday?”

  “Um…nope. You’ll have to wait and see. I think you’ll be surprised, though.”

  Before I have a chance to try to convince her to tell me, our starters arrive, looking too good to eat. But as soon as the smell hits my nose, my stomach grumbles, reminding me how long it’s been since we ate.

  Apparently, Molly’s is good, if the noises she’s making are anything to go by. It’s like I’ve been transported back to the summer in the pub in Cornwall where she was doing the same thing while unknowingly giving me the bluest balls known to man. At least this time I know that she’ll see to my excitement when we get back later. I’m also glad the tables are spaced farther apart here so that every other bloke in the place isn’t enjoying her like the last time.

  “Oh my God, that was so good,” she eventually says when she’s cleared her plate and come up for air.

  “Yeah, I got that idea. You didn’t look up once!”

  “Ugh, you must think I’m a right pig.”

  “No, I love that you enjoy your food. I often wonder why you aren’t the size of a horse, though,” I say, laughing.

  “Yeah, nice. Thanks, Ry.”

  I just shrug at her as the waitress comes to clear our plates.

  Molly eventually stops grilling me about suggesting she should be fat just before the main courses arrive.

  Both our dishes are out of this world, and we hardly say a word as we enjoy the incredible flavours.

  When our plates have been cleared and we’ve ordered our desserts, I pluck up the courage to ask her the question that’s been eating me for a while. If my thoughts on the subject are correct, I really hope I’m not about to ruin our evening.

  “Molly, can I ask you a question?”

  Molly

  “Uh, yeah sure,” I say sceptically.

  “Other than your earrings, you never really wear any jewellery. Why is that?”

  “Wow, never in a million years did I see that question coming.” I can’t help but laugh at him a little.

  “It’s just that I’ve spent my life surrounded by women: my mum and sisters, and then Hannah, and they all had sentimental bits of jewellery that they never took off because it meant so much to them, but you don’t seem to have anything.”

  “You know the earrings are Hannah’s, right?”

  “I thought they were familiar.”

  “They’re the only things of hers I took after she died. I wanted a piece of her with me at all times. Susan and Pete bought them for her twenty-first birthday.” I’m trying desperately hard to keep myself together. I don’t want to ruin an amazing evening.

  “Oh,” is all he says.

  “I don’t wear anything else because I haven’t got any meaningful pieces.”

  “That’s kind of what I thought. You know, you really have spent time with some worthless shits,” he says, gracing me with his mega-watt smile before leaning around and reaching for his coat.

  “Oh, you haven’t, have you?” Smiling slyly, he turns back around and hands me a cream square box with a dusky pink ribbon around it. “What is it with you and dusky pink?”

  “I remember it being the main colour in the photo of that interior design magazine you showed me when you tried to explain shabby chic to me,” he says, shrugging.

  “Ry, you have already spent so much money on me with what I’m wearing. I can’t accept anymore.”

  “You haven’t got a choice, Molly. Open it.”

  I let out a resigned sigh. I know he earns decent money, but I don’t want him to spend it all on me. I pull the bow open, then slide the lid off. My breath catches in my throat at the sight of it.

  “Oh, it’s beautiful.” My eyes sting and a lump clogs my throat as I stare at it.

  “Hey, it’s not meant to upset you,” Ryan says softly.

  “It’s just too much. You’ve completely overwhelmed me.” My chin wobbles as I fight to contain my emotions.

  “I just want to show you how much I love you, Molls.”

  I nod at him, too emotional to speak.

  “Do you want to know why I chose it?” I nod again and look up at him through my tear-filled eyes. “It’s a heart because you own my heart…” I can’t help the happy sob that erupts from my throat at his words. “And it has a little forget-me-not at the end. Look.” He points at the necklace. “To remind us of who brought us together.”

  I cover my face with my hands to try to hide from the other customers around us. Ryan comes up next to me and pulls me into his side. He rubs his hand up and down my back soothingly. “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers in my ear. Once I’ve composed myself, I pull back and look into his eyes.

  “Thank you. It’s the most amazing gift anyone has ever given me.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. I can’t believe you found something so perfect.”

  “Nor could I. It was in the first shop I went in, like a sign from above or something.” I smile at the thought of Hannah sorting him out. “Can I?” he asks, gesturing towards the necklace. I nod, lift my hair, and turn away from him so he can put it on me. “It’s platinum, so it won’t tarnish easily.”

  “This must have cost you a bloody fortune, Ryan,” I scold.

  “Stop going on about money. You’re worth every penny I’ve spent this weekend. Just seeing that smile on your face makes it more than worth it.”

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  I’d just about pulled myself together by the time the waitress returned with our desserts. Just like everything else I had eaten tonight, it
was out of this world.

  We enjoy coffees at the end of the meal before getting a taxi back to the cabin.

  We’re about ten minutes away, and I can’t stop smiling and playing with my new piece of jewellery. Ryan’s hand hasn’t moved from my thigh and he keeps looking at me every couple of minutes, laughing because I’m still doing the same thing and have the same dopey look on my face. I can’t help it; it’s just perfect. He’s just perfect.

  I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even notice Ryan pay the driver, then get out of the car. It’s not until he opens my door that I’m pulled from my daydream.

  “Did you go somewhere nice?” Ryan says, laughing at me.

  “Hmm,” is all I say as he lifts me out of the taxi so I don’t have to attempt walking. He really is the sweetest guy in the world, and he’s all mine. Halfway to the cabin, my stomach growls loudly.

  “Is your stomach still feeling weird?”

  “Yeah, a little, but I have consumed a lot of food and wine today. I’ll be fine.”

  “Good, because I’m dying to peel that dress from your body.”

  I take the key from Ryan and unlock the door for us. He only stops long enough for me to lock it again before he’s whisking me off to the bedroom. Once there, he drops me to my feet and backs me up to the wall. He stares right into my eyes before his hands go to the buttons on my coat. His face is so intense, my knees feel a little weak.

  Within seconds, my coat is pulled off my arms and thrown across the room. His lips are immediately on mine and he’s kissing me like I’m the air he needs to breathe. The love and desire he pours into it makes me feel like a million dollars, and I pray to God he feels the same depth of emotion in my returning kiss. He breaks away before I’m ready for it to end and starts trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. When he gets to the sweet spot under my ear, he grazes his teeth over it, making me shiver with pleasure. He continues his journey down my collarbone and follows the edge of my dress over my cleavage, before dipping his tongue in between my breasts, making me moan. He repeats the actions up the other side of my dress before his hands go to my back and find my zip. When his fingers find the tiny bit of metal, he pulls down so slowly whilst sucking on my neck that I want to scream at him.

  Eventually, he has my dress completely undone. He pulls his head back at the same time his hands go to my shoulders and gently push the straps off, and he watches as the fabric floats down to a puddle around my feet. My body heats up as his eyes slowly make their way over my curves and take in the underwear he bought for me. His hands run slowly down my arms, making goosebumps pop up in their wake. Entwining our fingers, he gently tugs me so I step forward, away from the wall and out of my dress.

  He stands at arm’s length and has another perusal of my body. My thong is soaking wet already, just from having his eyes on me, and my breath is coming out in pants. He lets go of one of my hands, then lifts my other above my head and gestures for me to turn around, which I do willingly. Having my body on show like this should embarrass me, but it’s not at all—I’m just totally turned on and I can tell by his straining trousers that he is as well. He growls when he takes in my thong-clad arse, and tingles of excitement run down my spine. Thongs aren’t my usual choice, but hearing how much he seems to love it makes me want to throw out all my old underwear and just wear them for him. When we’re face to face once again, I’m shocked by the colour of his eyes. They’re darker than I’ve ever seen them.

  Reaching my hands up, I start to undo the buttons on his shirt. I lean forward and kiss the bit of skin I reveal each time I open another one, until I hit his waistband. Standing back up, I tug his shirt off his shoulders, watching it fall like he did with my dress.

  The moment his shirt hits the floor, his patience snaps. He grabs me roughly and throws me on the bed. I can’t help the squeal of shock that rips from my throat when my back hits the mattress. Lifting my head up, I watch as Ryan pulls his shoes and socks off, then his trousers and boxers, before crawling up my body and searching out my lips. We make out like teenagers for what feels like hours, just kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect. Eventually, Ryan gets fed up with the barriers between us and pulls me on top of him so that he can reach back and undo my bra. As the fabric slides down my arms, I shiver again.

  “You’re perfect, Molly.” I realise neither of us has said anything since we’ve been inside the cabin.

  “So are you,” I whisper while I run my hands over the muscles of his stomach and chest before finding his lips again. This time, though, I’m straddling him. I slowly grind myself against his length. I can tell it’s getting him close, because he’s breathing faster and faster. I can’t say I’m too far away, either.

  “Molly,” he pants. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to blow all over my stomach.” I take that as my cue to move, so I back up down his legs and settle myself on my knees. I waste no time in grabbing him and sucking him straight to the back of my mouth. Feeling brave, I go a little further than I usually would. “Fucking hell, Molly,” he growls, giving me the encouragement I need to continue. It only takes seconds before he twitches in my hand and I feel his cum sliding down my throat while he groans out my name.

  When he’s finished, I pull back and look at him. He’s panting hard and looks completely spent. “That. Was. Amazing,” he says between breaths.

  Standing in front of him, he reaches out and grabs my hips, kissing and licking my stomach. When he kisses the patch of skin just above the fabric of my thong, a huge rush of heat pools between my legs and my clit throbs harder. I squeeze my thighs together, but it does nothing to relieve it. I need him now.

  “Ryan, please.”

  “If you insist, gorgeous,” he says, gently pulling my underwear down my legs. He taps my ankles to indicate that I need to step out.

  “You’re keeping the shoes on, though.” I wasn’t intending on taking them off. I saw the way he stared at them earlier. I still cannot believe he bought me Louboutins. They’re dusky pink—obviously—platform peep-toe sling-backs, and I fucking love them.

  When I’m stood in nothing but my shoes, he leans himself back on his elbows and looks me up and down with a hungry look on his face.

  “Come up here,” he demands. I crawl up his body until I’m straddling him again and lower my head down towards his. “As much as I love your face, that wasn’t what I meant,” he says, smiling cheekily at me. “I want to taste you. Now.” A rush of butterflies flutters in my stomach at his words and I continue crawling up his body until I’m straddling his face.

  “That’s more like it,” he growls, before licking from my entrance up to my clit in one long sweep, making my whole body flinch. His hands come up to grab my hips and he pulls me down a little more, holding me in place as he starts eating me like he hasn’t had a meal in weeks. Feeling too weak to hold myself up, I lean forward and rest my hands on his chest. He releases one of my hips so he can reach up and palm my breasts before pinching my nipples, making me whimper and my entire body shake with my impending release. He pushes his tongue into me as deep as it will go and moves his hand from my breasts to my clit. He pinches it between his thumb and forefinger, and it pushes me over the cliff.

  “Ryan!” I scream into the cabin as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through my body. I’m just coming down from my high when my stomach turns over. “Oh God, I’m going to be sick,” I say, quickly jumping up and running to the toilet where I empty my stomach. Ryan isn’t far behind me. He holds my hair and rubs my back until I have nothing left to throw up. I slump against the wall next to the toilet, too scared to go too far as Ryan wets a flannel for me and wipes my sweaty forehead.

  “I’m so sorry, I’ve totally ruined our night.”

  “Shut up, Molls, you can’t help being ill. You said your stomach's not been right all night. Maybe we shouldn’t have…you know,” he says, tilting his head in the direction of the bedroom.

  “N
o, that was awesome.”

  “Yeah, it really was.” Ryan walks off then returns a couple of minutes later with a glass of water. He sits down on the bathroom floor with me and passes it over. I take a few sips but regret it instantly as it comes straight back up. When I’ve finished, I cuddle into Ryan’s side and close my eyes, hoping the sick feeling will subside. I must fall asleep there because, the next thing I know, I wake up in Ryan’s arms as he carries me to bed.

  Chapter Seven

  Ryan

  I lie awake, watching Molly sleep for hours. I’d hate to fall asleep and for her to be ill again and I’m not there for her. I feel awful. I should have insisted we just go to bed when we got in after she said her stomach still didn’t feel right, but I was selfish.

  She looks so beautiful sleeping, so peaceful and relaxed. At some point I must drift off, because the next thing I know I’m being awoken by the sound of Molly heaving again. Quickly getting up, I go to her. She’s once again hunched over the toilet as I hold her hair and rub her back like I did last night. I’m not really sure what else to do.

  “It’s okay, you go back to bed,” she says once she’s stopped being sick.

  She’s kidding, right?

  “Don’t be stupid, I’m staying with you. Even if that means we sleep on the bathroom floor.” She smiles sweetly at me for a few seconds before she returns to having her head down the toilet. The rest of the night continues the same. Needless to say, neither of us gets much sleep.

  By nine in the morning, she’s been asleep for a solid three hours without getting up to be sick. I hate the thought of having to wake her, but we’re meant to be out of here by ten at the latest. I decide to go and see if the owners are in to ask if they can give us any longer. I leave a note on my pillow in case Molly wakes up and can’t find me, then head out towards the main house.

  When I get back ten minutes later, she’s in the exact same position she was when I left her, which is a relief. The owners agreed to let us stay until twelve, but we have to be out then as they have another couple coming this afternoon. They were really lovely and even offered us their guest room if Molly is still too unwell to travel. I hope that isn’t the case, because I know she would rather be at home than in a stranger’s house.