Ryan's Obsession

by Zena Wynn

  Two sexy hunks, both of them watching me as if I was cream and all they wanted to do was lick me up? God help me, the word no had deleted itself from my vocabulary. I hadn’t considered the consequences, what tomorrow might bring. That night, I’d let my husband and his best friend turn me into their very own personal sex toy. My only objection had been no anal sex. Everything else was on the table.

  I’d learned Ryan wasn’t big on receiving oral sex, but he loved giving it. It felt like he’d spent hours with his face buried between my thighs, eating me out. My husband, it turned out, was a closet voyeur. John had gotten off on watching me be fucked by his friend. Between the two of them, I’d come so many times that night I’d been exhausted the next day.

  While I’d been traveling down memory lane, Ryan had gathered the folds of my flowing print skirt and lifted it so he could touch skin. Stroking from my thigh to my hip, he followed the path of the elastic waistband to my lace-covered crotch. “I knew you had on a thong under all of this material. You’re wet.”

  Of course, I was wet. Just the sight of him was enough to get my juices flowing. That was the problem. I’d always found Ryan to be devastatingly handsome, but my attraction had been abstract. I admired him the way one viewed a fine piece of art. Look but don’t touch.

  He slid his finger under the leg opening and stroked my clit. I braced both hands on the sides of the window for balance as everything in me liquefied.

  “So fucking wet and hot,” he muttered. “I watched that bastard stare at you, knowing he was imagining you naked. Every time his gaze dropped to your breasts, I wanted to rip him apart.”

  Wait. What? Straightening abruptly, I whirled around. “You followed me?”

  Ryan planted his hands on his waist and cocked one hip, his gaze unrepentant. “Hell, yeah, I followed you.”

  Pushing past him, I stormed to the middle of the room. “Do you know how creepy that sounds? How did you even know I had a date? I didn’t tell you.”

  One thick eyebrow rose over hard brown eyes. “I’m a cop. A damned good one. You think I can’t tell when you’re hiding something?”

  “You make me sound like a cheating spouse. I don’t have to hide anything from you because we’re not involved,” I said, stressing the word involved. Arms crossed over my chest, I glared at him.

  “Don’t kid yourself, baby. We’ve been involved since the night I made you come so hard you screamed my name,” he said darkly.

  Flushing, I dropped my arms and glanced away. His words and the associated memories left me speechless. Inner muscles clenched as once again I swore I could feel the thrust and parry of his engorged cock filling me to the brim, hitting all the right spots. “That night never should have happened.”

  “You don’t mean that,” he said, coming closer until he stood right in front of me.

  No, I didn’t. That was guilt speaking. Sighing, I stepped into him and rested my forehead on his chest. “You’re right. I didn’t mean it, but Ryan, you have to know, you and I as a couple won’t work.”

  “We will work, because if you think I’m letting another man raise my son, think again.”

  Chapter Four

  Ryan

  Eyes wide and pupils dilated, Gwen slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her gasp. I felt her stiffen and tightened my grip before she could push me away.

  “Don’t say that. John is JT’s father.” Her eyes held a combination of fury and fear.

  I wanted to shake her. “Legally and as far as the rest of the world is concerned, yes, but you and I know the truth. Do you really think John and I didn’t discuss it when he found out you were pregnant?”

  That gave her a moment’s pause. Her gaze turned wary. “You did? What did he say?”

  John, you moron, I told you to talk it over with Gwen, I said mentally.

  “Let’s sit down,” I said.

  “I don’t want to sit. I want to know what John said,” she demanded, her stubbornness showing.

  “I’ll tell you everything once we’re seated.” To prevent the argument I saw brewing, I dipped low and hefted her up by the hips. She let out a startled shriek and clutched my shoulders. I carted her over to the couch and dropped her onto the cushion. “Don’t move!”

  Glaring at me, she halted her attempt to rise and crossed her arms over her chest instead.

  Once I knew she’d stay put, I settled onto the couch next to her. “You know John was diagnosed with a low sperm count.”

  “I knew. How did you?” she asked belligerently.

  I gave her a patient look. “John and I were more than partners. We were brothers. We trusted each other with our lives.”

  After a long stare that I met and held, she sighed and slumped further into the couch. “I know. He told you stuff I had to pull out of him.”

  “It’s a guy thing. John was more reticent than most, but we spent ten-to-twelve hours a day together. You get to know a guy,” I said.

  When she only crossed her arms over her chest and hunched her shoulders, I sighed. “Look, when John came to me with the idea of the threesome, I didn’t just jump up and say yes. We discussed every aspect of it—how it would affect our friendship, your marriage, what was and wasn’t allowed, and how we should handle things once the night was over. It was John’s request that I not use condoms. I knew you two had been trying to get pregnant for a while, and John no longer believed it would happen.”

  From Gwen’s expression, I could tell what I revealed bewildered her. “Why would you agree to something like that?”

  “Because I loved both of you and wanted to see you happy. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for John, or for you. He wanted to give you a child without going through the expense of in vitro fertilization. You were researching that book and asking all kinds of questions about ménages. It gave him the idea. I’d already agreed to be a sperm donor if you two decided to go that route.”

  “You had?” she interrupted. “He didn’t tell me.”

  I exhaled heavily. “John didn’t say this, but I got the feeling it was meant to be a last resort. I know it bothered him that you hadn’t conceived. If you had decided on in vitro, the plan would have been to mix the sperm so there would still be a chance the baby could have been his. The ménage was quicker.”

  “So instead of conferring with me, his wife, he went behind my back and planned this with you?” She shoved off the couch and stormed away. Near the door, Gwen halted and turned to face me, misery written all over her face. “Do you know how guilty I felt? It was bad enough I’d agreed to allow another man into our marriage bed, but to actually become pregnant and find out the baby wasn’t my husband’s? Did you know I squirm whenever someone mentions how much JT favors you? I feel like I have a scarlet letter on my forehead.”

  “It’s not adultery if the husband is in on it,” I said calmly, proving I knew my literature.

  “I don’t know what dictionary you’ve been reading,” she muttered.

  I stood. “Is that why you pulled away from me after that night? Because you felt guilty?”

  She stared at me as if she couldn’t believe I had to ask. “I pulled away because I’d found myself lying in bed with my husband and thinking of you.”

  Shock held me immobile.

  “You were my husband’s best friend. His partner. I knew how important you were to each other. I understood, but still found myself...”

  Automatically, my feet propelled me closer to her as I prompted. “Found yourself, what?”

  “Falling in love with you.” Her voice was so soft I almost didn’t hear her. Tears filled her eyes and overflowed down her cheeks.

  The joy I felt in that moment almost blew the top of my head off, but instinctively, I knew I needed to proceed with caution. What happened in the next few minutes would determine our future.

  Balling my fists at my sides to keep from reaching out to her, I admitted, “Before that night, I’d been halfway in love with you. I used to tease John that he’d
better not screw up with you because I’d be waiting in the wings to pick up the pieces. I think he had a premonition of his death. John made me promise if anything happened to him, that I’d take care of you and JT. He reminded me of it again as he lay dying.”

  With a hand pressed to her lips, Gwen said, “I know, but I don’t think he meant this.” She waved her hand, indicating the two of us.

  One eyebrow rose in sheer disbelief. “Don’t kid yourself, Gwen. John knew exactly how we felt about each other.”

  Chapter Five

  Gwen

  As I stared at Ryan, memories flooded my mind. John encouraging me to let him invite Ryan back into our bed. John mentioning that Ryan was looking for another apartment—something nearby. Wouldn’t it be great if he lived with us? John’s insistence on Ryan being JT’s godfather, and the letter enclosed with his will stating if anything happened to him, I was to turn to Ryan and allow him to be there for me.

  “Did you know he wanted you to move in with us? That he’d been pushing me for another threesome, this time here in our home, in our bed?” I asked, watching his expression closely. At times, it had irked me how close the two men were, and in moments of complete honesty with myself, I could admit to feelings of jealousy.

  Ryan stood there, as sexy and confident as if he wore a three-piece designer suit instead of his underwear. He took a hand and smoothed it down the back of his head. “Yeah, I knew. John came to me first. He asked if you said yes, would I be willing?”

  “Were you?” I asked, not sure why I was pushing this.

  The look he shot me singed me to my toes. “What do you think?”

  Since I could see the evidence of his desire whenever my gaze dipped below his face, which was frequently, I knew his answer had been yes.

  I clasped and unclasped my hands as I tried to understand. “Why didn’t you say something?”

  He rolled his shoulders like the muscles of his neck were tense. “Your body, your call. Look, you’d freaked after our night together. I didn’t want to do anything to push you further away. It had been intense, much more than I’d anticipated. I understood your need for space. Neither John nor I had expected that night to be more than a one-time deal. Afterwards...? Well, afterwards, especially when you became pregnant, John began mentioning how good it would be if you had both of us in your life. If something happened to one, the other one would already be in place to take care of you.”

  My knees grew shaky. I stumbled to the bar and sat on one of the high chairs. I’d been fighting my feelings for Ryan, feeling it was a betrayal of my wedding vows, and my husband had been actively seeking to turn our monogamous marriage into a threesome. I asked the only question running through my mind. “Why?”

  He crossed over to stand in front of me and placed his hands on my thighs, just above my knees. “Because he loved you. Because the job we do is dangerous, and he worried about what would happen to you if he was killed in the line of duty. That worry only became greater once JT came along. And, because he wanted more children.”

  When I only stared at him numbly, Ryan sighed. “Look, you know John and I were tight. The job demanded we trust each other with our lives. We had each other’s backs. It’s only natural he’d trust me with you, as well. He knew I was in love with you, just as he knew I’d never act on my feelings unless you both invited me to do so. I love you, want to be with you, and if you’re willing, I want you to be my wife. I want to help you raise JT to be a man John would have been proud to call son. And, I want more children with you. Children I can claim openly as mine. The only thing standing in our way is you.”

  Those talented hands of his slid higher up my legs, taking the skirt with it. Could I do it? I’d been in love with him for so long but had been afraid to admit it for fear of what it said about me. What kind of woman fell in love with two men at the same time? Was that even possible?

  I liked to think of myself as a free spirit. Unconventional even. I ran a yoga and massage studio, wrote erotica for a living, and blogged about sexual freedom. I’d never been body shy or prudish about sex. As long as it was consensual, didn’t involve minors, and no one got hurt, my mantra was to each his own.

  Calloused fingers gripped my inner thighs and pushing my legs open wider, Ryan eased into the gap. The heat of him, the special scent that belonged only to him, swamped my senses. My thirsty sex clenched, causing me to lift my hips invitingly toward him even as my mind struggled to reason why this was so very wrong.

  “Ryan...” Was it an objection or a plea for more? I didn’t know.

  “Enough talking.” His lips claimed mine in a hungry kiss.

  Yes, we could finish our discussion later. I slid my hands into his hair and held him to me as our mouths mated. When prompted, I lifted my hips and allowed him to drag the thong down my legs. The flimsy material was tossed carelessly to the side.

  “I wanted to do this right. Bring you flowers. Take you out to a nice restaurant for dinner and follow it with dancing. Then I was going to bring you back to my place and seduce you,” he murmured as he strung kisses down my throat. “You messed up the plan.”

  Gasping, my head fell back, giving him complete access. “I didn’t know.”

  His teeth grazed my throat. “That’s all right. I’m good at strategizing. I came up with a new one.”

  “What’s that?” I panted.

  He dragged my hips to the edge of the chair and spread me wide so my pussy was on display. “I’m going to fuck you silly instead.”

  Chapter Six

  Ryan

  I shoved my briefs down enough to free my dick. Stepping forward, I lined up the head with her opening. “Watch while I take you.”

  The mushroom head of my penis was purplish red and wet with precum. Gwen’s nether lips were dark pink, surrounded by deep brown skin, and covered with fine black hair. I held my cock there at her weeping entrance. “Look at me. Look at us.”

  She glanced down and caught her breath. Watching her face, I slowly pressed in, gritting my teeth to keep from exploding. She was as hot and tight as I remembered. If anything, my memory didn’t do her justice. Gwen flexed those silken muscles around my shaft. Her nails bit into my shoulder as she chanted, “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”

  Once our pubic bones met, I took a deep, shuddering breath. “So good. So fucking good. Brace yourself. I’m not going to last long.”

  I draped her calves over my forearms and got a good grip on the chair. Gwen clutched the arms and lifted her gaze to meet mine. One breath. Two breaths. Three.

  Withdrawing until only the head remained embedded, I reversed directions and slammed home. She whimpered and I froze. “Did I hurt you?”

  Gwen transferred her grip to my arms. Her nails dug into my skin. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

  Taking her at her word, I released the reigns on the passion and lust I’d denied myself for too many years and took her like a man possessed. Thank God JT wasn’t home or all the noise we made would have scared the kid. We’d have to soundproof the bedroom after we were married. Though it felt like the top of my head would blow, I managed to hold back long enough to drive Gwen into a screaming orgasm. The tight clasp of her pussy pulled cum from my balls, and I roared as I gave over to the sweet release.

  Chapter Seven

  Gwen

  An hour later, I lay naked and limp atop Ryan in the bed I’d shared with John. His arms held me close as his heartbeat drummed under my cheek, the sound reassuring and steady. Finally, I admitted what my heart had already known. I could never be here, like this, with any other man.

  “I don’t want a large wedding,” I murmured.

  “Good, because I’m not waiting months to put my ring on your finger.” He paused, and then continued hesitantly. “I thought about taking the ring John gave you and modifying it so it would be a combination of the two of us.”

  At that, I lifted my head to look at him. “What?”

  I’d never seen Ryan appear so uncertai
n of himself. “We both loved him. We both miss him. I’d never try to take his place in your or JT’s life. He was willing to share you when he was alive. I’m willing to share you with his memory.”

  Tears flowed down my cheeks. How had I been so lucky to find two men who were perfect for me? “I’d like that,” I agreed, my voice husky.

  The uncertainty faded as his natural cockiness reasserted itself. “I’m moving in this weekend.”

  Briefly, I thought of JT, but knew it would be no problem. JT loved his godfather and would be thrilled with the knowledge. “Okay. Anything else?”

  He wiped my cheeks clean with his thumbs. “Yes. I passed the exams and accepted a promotion. I’m coming off the streets. I’ll still be a cop, but I won’t be actively going into danger every day.”

  I stared, shock holding me immobile. Then I threw my arms around his neck and burst into tears. Like John, I knew how important Ryan’s work was to him. I’d never have asked it of him, but he loved me enough to do it without my asking. “Thank you. I didn’t want to be, but after John, the thought of marrying another cop terrified me.”

  He held me close. “I know. I can’t stop being who I am, but I can make my job easier for you to live with.”

  I raised my head and met his gaze. “I love you.”

  “Love you, too.”

  Then my very virile fiancé rolled me under him and spent the rest of the night demonstrating his love for me.

  About the Author

  Zena Wynn is a multi-published author of erotic and sensual romance in various romance subgenres: Interracial, Contemporary, Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy, and Inspirational. She writes the type of stories she loves to read—stories with great characters who, through love and determination, overcome all the challenges that come their way. Her heroes and heroines are passionately, lovingly, devoted to each other. Zena wants her characters to stick with readers long after “The End.”