by Penny Wylder
“Here,” I call out, jumping from my seat, “let me walk you to your door.”
“I’m a big girl, Ryon. You don’t have to do that.”
“I know, but I want to.”
“Suit yourself.” She flashes me a smile and turns to walk to her door.
Stopping on the front step, she pulls out her key, unlocks the door, and holds her bag at her waist by the handle. I’m in front of her, and to be honest, I don’t want to say goodbye. I want this, whatever this feeling is between us, to just stay right here.
It feels too good. Too real. Too incredible not to have all the time.
Leaning in, I give her a delicate kiss on her lips. Her eyes soften and her body leans into mine, giving me a kiss of her own. Our mouths are so close, but not touching as we stare into each other’s eyes.
I can’t. I can’t let her go like this.
Grabbing her around the waist, I press my lips against hers and kiss her. Her hands instantly drop the bag to the ground and she drives them into my hair. Her tongue is warm as it slips into my mouth and she tastes like apples.
Our kiss goes from delicate to feverish in seconds. Her nails rake across my scalp, moving across my shoulders and then to the middle of my back. Taking a firm step forward, I force her back against the door, and start to slide my hands under her shirt.
“Wait, wait, wait,” she says, stopping my hands and pushing them down. “Not here,” her eyes glance toward the tree line. “My neighbors are nosy. Let’s go inside.”
Swooping her off her feet, I carry her in my arms. “Over the threshold we go,” I say as I step inside and kick the door shut behind me. Glancing around, I take a step forward and then stop.
“What’s wrong?” she asks nervously.
“I don’t have a damn clue where I’m going. I’ve never been in your house before.” Laughing, I twist my body left to right. “Some guidance would be nice.”
Gillian starts to giggle and points to the hall. “Bedroom is up the stairs, last door on the end.”
With long strides, I climb the steps and move down the hall. The door is partially closed, so I give it a little kick to throw it open. I stand outside the door, staring into her room, seeing her bed, and something inside me ignites.
This isn’t just a random place. It’s not a hotel room, or even the front seat of my car. This is her room, her bed, the bed of my wife.
“Why did you stop right here?” she asks, gently running her fingers down my face, grabbing my attention.
“I don’t know. I guess this is just more personal than the hotel.”
“You’re right. Now, if you’d kindly make your way over to the bed, I’d like you to fuck me.” She laughs lightly, but her smile, her smile is nothing but dark and dirty.
Crossing the threshold, I walk to her bed, and lay her down. Her hair fans out behind her head like a sea of gold. Unbuttoning her shorts, she pulls them off as I stand above her and watch.
The look in her eyes is telling me she likes this. She wants me to watch her undress, to tease me, to make me hard as she exposes more skin.
Her shirt is next as she shimmies it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Wearing a red bra and black panties, she reminds me of a sexy Queen of Hearts.
“Hot damn,” I say as I run a hand over my ever hardening cock.
She twists her body softly, lifting her hands above her head, and rubbing her legs back and forth. “You like what you see?” she asks, slipping her hands down the outside of her breasts and over her stomach. Reaching her mound, she cups it and smirks at me.
“I love what I see.” Tearing off my shirt, I throw it to the side, and climb up between her legs.
Kissing her deeply, I brush my fingers through her hair, moving them down her ribs and under her ass. Gillian moans into my mouth as I move my lips to her neck and give her a little bite.
“Mm, fuck, Ry. I like that.”
“I like when you call me Ry,” I whisper back against her skin. She coos lightly, arching her back sharply as I drag my teeth across her collarbone.
Smirking, my eyes stay on her as I slide down her body. Cupping both her knees, I open her legs wide and hold them in place. She inhales a quick breath as I hover over her pussy and pluck at her panties with my teeth.
Her panties snap back against her pussy, causing her entire body to jerk up and her legs to try to close. But I don’t let them shut, I dig my fingers in harder and hold them in place.
I love watching her body react to me like this. The way she writhes, the way she’s squirming and trying to force her pussy closer to my mouth.
“I’m ready for a taste,” I say, dipping my fingers under the seam of her underwear and ripping the weak lace material in half. Throwing her panties behind my head, I grip her thighs and stare at her beautiful pussy.
Smooth, wet, and so very, very lickable. I flick the tip of my tongue softly against her center. She shivers, tilting her head back deeper into the pillow. My tongue begins to work her. Lapping up her arousal, drinking her in as I suck on her clit.
“Yeah, fuck yeah,” she says, pressing down on my head and tugging at my hair.
Faster and faster, I flick my tongue against her swelling bead, loving every last drop. She tastes so sweet. I could do this all damn day.
Releasing her thighs from my grip, I slip my hands under her ass and lift her off the bed slightly. It’s the perfect angle for me to play with her asshole. My tongue spears her pussy a few times, then glides down to her tight ass and circles her asshole.
She groans loudly, digging her heels into the mattress to help hold her up. Taking one hand out from under her ass, I start to rub her clit with the pad of my thumb. My tongue keeps working her ass, the tip dipping in just a little as I massage her pussy.
Her thighs are shaking and her moans are getting louder. Clutching her head, she lets out a throaty yell as her clit start to throbs. She’s about to come. I can feel her muscles tighten as her back lifts off the bed.
Setting my hand on her belly, I push her back down and move my mouth to her pussy so I can feel her come on my face. Her pussy get wetter as her clit pulses, and a shudder runs through her body.
Climbing to my feet, I yank down my jeans and grip my cock at the base. “Now I want to make you come again.” Stroking my length, her eyes expand as her breathing is already ragged.
I can see she’s still in an orgasm daze, which makes me grin as I reach for my wallet to get a condom. Checking the pockets, I’m out.
“Shit, I’m out of condoms,” I say. “You have one?”
She shakes her head no, her legs gliding back and forth over each other, ready to feel my cock. “I don’t, but I don’t care. Do you?”
“You sure?” I ask. “I don’t want to do anything you might regret.”
“Fuck me, Ry, I don’t give a shit about anything else right now, just fuck me. Make sure to pull out.” Spreading her legs wide, she starts to finger herself. “Please fuck me.”
She’s begging me, and the tone of her voice makes my dick thicken and my heart hammer. I love hearing her beg for me. It turns me from man to beast. I want to claim my woman, my wife. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
Pressing my tip against her entrance, I thrust my cock hard into her pussy. Her walls trap me inside and Gil groans into my ear as I drop my head into the crook of her neck. She urges me on; her hands are on my ass, making me fuck her harder and harder. It feels so good to fuck her with nothing between us. Her fingernails are practically breaking my skin, and the headboard is knocking against the wall like we’re in some sort of porno. She’s so close, and I know this won’t last long. She urges me on. “Harder, Ry. Harder.”
I get on my knees and grab her ankles, holding them up. I fuck her like we’re the only two people in the world. Everything blacks out around me, and it’s just me and her. This perfect feeling of fucking her. Her heat. So wet. So hot. I feel her pussy clenching around me, and her pleas turns into keening and I know she�
�s coming. Every instinct in me tells me to keep fucking her. To never leave this heaven between her legs, but I know I have to. And just as I feel my orgasm break through the surface, I come back to earth and pull out, stroking my cock, so wet from her pussy, and watching the spurts of cum fall on her perfectly pink and swollen pussy. One after the other. I feel like I’ve never come so hard before in my life. I
Fucking my wife is the best feeling in the world.
I can’t imagine myself with anyone else. Gillian Sannow has stolen my heart.
I wonder if I stole hers.
8
Ryon
Working on my shoulder, I count the reps in my head as I pull back on the thick elastic band. One, two, three. . .
From the corner of my eye, I spot Gil as she crosses the gym. She sees me too and gives me a small smile. I wink at her slyly, giving her head nod as she moves to another one of her patients in the room.
Finishing up, I check the time on the clock hanging above the door and realize it’s time for me to go meet Kyle to check the progress of my arm in the bullpen.
Heading outside, he spots me as come out the door, and yells, “Hey, Ryon. . .” He pauses, slapping the inside of his glove. “You ready to take that sucker out for a drive today?”
“Hell yeah, I’m ready. I’ve been ready for weeks, but everyone else is afraid.” He tosses me a ball, and I roll it between my fingertips.
It feels good, it feels really fucking good. The way the stitches are sitting against the creases of my fingers, the weight of it in my palm. . . This is where I belong.
Stretching my arm, I throw a few easy pitches. I don’t want to overdo it and hurt myself, but I’m eager to throw harder. He squats down, and I give it a good throw. The ball hits the pad with a loud thwap.
“Shit, Ryon, you definitely haven’t lost anything.” He pulls the glove off and shakes his hand as if it hurts.
“Yeah, okay,” I say sarcastically. “I’m sure you’re really hurt.”
“Excuse me,” a younger player comes up cautiously. “I’m sorry, but are you Ryon Daniels?”
He can’t be more than eighteen or nineteen. He has a tuft of blond hair poking out from under his cap and a youthful, enthusiastic look on his face. The kid is tall and lean, and it almost looks like his uniform is wearing him.
“I am.” There’s a smile on my face instantly. It’s always nice to be recognized.
“Wow, I followed you through your first two years, you were incredible. I’m Steve Caulder. I started with the Tigers a few months back. Didn’t make the cut for pro, but minor leagues is a start.”
“Most of the greats came from the minors, and thanks, man, I’m hoping to get back there at some point once this shoulder heals.”
“Yeah, I sprained my wrist.” He rolls his wrist around.
“Let me see what you got.” Walking to the base, Kyle tosses me his catcher’s mitt and steps to the side. Dropping down, I hold the glove out. “Show me your curve ball.”
“Yeah? You’re serious?”
Slamming a fist into the glove, I nod. “Put it here.”
Watching his hands, he twists the ball, and I can tell instantly he isn’t gripping it right. His fingers are off the threads, and he isn’t holding it tight enough. I let him throw a few balls, then I call him over.
After he adjusts, and follows my instructions, his curve ball is nearly perfect, and his slider lands low, exactly where you want it. He’s exactly what a pitching coach wants in a rookie player: fresh, eager to learn, and willing to listen.
The kid leaves and Kyle walks up to me with another guy I’ve seen around before. “Ryon, this is Henry Vallerie. He’s a local scout for the National League.”
“Hey, nice to meet you,” I say.
“You too. I’ve gotten to see you play a few times. I wish I had been the one to discover you.” He chuckles, pointing his finger over at the young player. “You know, you have a talent for teaching. Have you ever thought about becoming a pitching coach?”
Arching my brows, I shake my head. “No, I’m itching to get back on the field. I’m a pitcher, I don’t train them.”
“Well, if you ever change your mind, give me a call. I know a few teams that could use you.”
“Yeah, thanks. I’ll keep it in mind.” Holding out my hand for him to shake, I say, “All right, I’m done for today. It was nice to meet you, and Kyle, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
They both say goodbye, and I head back inside. Rubbing my shoulder, I look around, hoping to spot Gillian before I go home. I catch a glimpse of the back of her head and look beyond her to see who she’s talking to.
My heart drops instantly, and my stomach coils tight. It’s John Harbor. It’s Mr. Ladies’ Man, John Harbor, notorious for having a girlfriend in every city.
Oh, not a chance in hell.
He’s flirting with her, I can see it from where I’m standing. I’m trying not to go crazy over it, but all I can think about is Gil massaging him the same way she massages me and I’m seeing red.
Taking firm, long strides, I cross the gym in seconds and come up behind them. John spots me first and gives me head nod.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he asks.
Setting my hand on her lower back, I veer my stare. “Nothing, what about you? You going to be working with Gillian too?”
I know I’m coming off as possessive, but I don’t give a fuck. Even if Gil doesn’t want me, I refuse to let her sleep with John Harbor. Who knows where his dick has been?
“Nah, man, just talking,” he says, his eyes drifting up from where my hand is and moving up to her eyes. “I’ll see you later, Gillian. Thanks for the tip. I’ll give it a try.” John walks away, and I’m left wondering what he’s talking about.
“What tip?” I turn and ask her.
Gil rolls her eyes as her mouth folds into an angry scowl. She looks around briefly, then grabs my shirt and drags me into a room down the hall. Closing the door, she turns to face me, and I can see the rage in her eyes.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks in an angry whisper. “You can’t just do that.” Her tone is low, but firm.
“Me? Do you know who that was?” My voice is level with hers, only loud enough to be heard by her. “And you’re my wife. I don’t want some sleezy asshole eye fucking you.”
“As far as I knew, I’m your wife on paper only.” Folding her arms across her chest, she tilts her head. “I’m a professional woman and this is my workplace. You don’t get to dictate anything. You don’t own me.” Her lids lower as her lips purse tight. “You’re the one who created this deal. Remember?”
“I know I’m the one, don’t you think I know that? But, even if that’s true, that this is on paper only. then what about this weekend, huh? What the hell was that?”
“That was a mistake.” Her voice is shallow and cold as her shoulders square.
It feels like I got kicked in the chest by a fucking horse.
A mistake?
I don’t fucking think so.
A mistake is buying the wrong milk. A mistake is getting off at the wrong exit. A mistake is forgetting a doctor’s appointment.
But sex. . . it’s not like she accidentally fell on my cock.
She wanted it; we both wanted it.
And there’s no denying that we both loved every second of it.
9
Gillian
Who the hell does he think he is?
This is my job!
My teeth clench, grinding back and forth as I glare at him. He literally looks oblivious, like he’d doesn’t understand at all how is behavior can affect my work.
And what happened over the weekend meant nothing. I got in over my head and didn’t think it through. If I’d been in my right mind, I would have considered it more carefully and I wouldn’t have let it happen. I agreed to be his wife to help keep him here, but I didn’t actually give myself to him. Not like that.
Do you really believe that?
“A mistake? You’re really going to stand here and call it a mistake?”
Sighing, I lift my hand to my face and rub my forehead. I’m not trying to hurt his feelings. And I can’t lie to him or myself.
“No, I don’t mean it like that. I knew what I was doing, I did. I just mean that this wasn’t meant to be serious. This was just a contract we agreed to, to help you.”
“Even if that’s what we agreed to, it doesn’t mean things can’t change.”
He’s right. Fuck, he’s so right.
I’ve been trying like hell to turn off whatever switch he clicked inside me. It hasn’t worked. He’s always there. Always.
Taking in a deep breath, I let my eyes steady on his. “I know, but you have to understand this is my life, Ryon. My career. You can’t go messing with that.” Throwing my finger down toward the floor, I refuse to back down.
I need this from him. I need him to see that in here, in this building, I’m Gillian Sannow physical therapist and rehab specialist, not Gillian Daniels, paper bride.
He’s quiet for a long second, his eyes flicking between mine. The corner of his lips folds up as he half smiles. “You’re right,” he says, holding up open palms.
My brows furrow because I’m not sure I heard him right. “What?”
“I said you’re right, and I’m sorry.” He takes a step closer, his arms dangling with precision at his side. “It’s just, I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been a damn, horny mess since I left your place. You’re constantly on my mind, in my dreams, in every thought I have.”
He’s still walking, moving me with him until my back hits the massage table. “Ry, you said this was strictly on paper, this was your idea. We both agreed no strings.”
“I know what I said, Gil, but I’m obsessed with how you feel on my cock.” He grins as he realizes I have no place else to go. “I swear your pussy is like a drug to me.”