Unexpected Reality

by Ryan, Kaylee

  Tilting my head, I latch onto one of her perfectly pert nipples through her bra.

  “Ridge,” she moans, and I have to remind myself to go slow.

  “Yeah, babe?” Her eyes pop open and glare at me. I wink at her before crossing over and pulling the other tight bud into my mouth. Her hands grip my shoulders, and I welcome the pain of her nails as they dig into my skin. This is real. She’s real, and this is happening. I will gladly bear the markings of our night together.

  Dropping to my knees in front of her, I lavish her with kisses, tasting her skin everywhere my lips will reach. When I reach the waistband of her jeans, I unsnap them and slowly slide the zipper down, the sound echoing into the quiet room. The only other sounds are our breathing and my lips against her skin.

  “Hold on to me,” I tell her. My voice is raspy and filled with want. All for her.

  When her hands land on my shoulders, I grip her jeans and pull them over her hips then down her long legs. I’m so lost in her I forgot I had to take her shoes off. “Sit down, babe.” She falls to the bed as if her legs can no longer hold her up; I grin because I did that. I make quick work of removing her shoes, her jeans immediately following. Looking up, my girl is lying back on the bed, propped up on her elbows, wearing nothing but her sexy-as-fuck black lace bra and panties. I take a minute to memorize her in this moment, burning the image of my beautiful sweet girl in my brain to last me a lifetime. When we’re old and gray and watching our grandkids run around the yard, I want to remember this moment, the entire fucking day. The day we pledged our love for each other, both through words and actions. Because that’s what I’m doing—I’m showing her how much I love her through touch. I’ll be fucking her, but there will never be a doubt in her mind that it’s not the result of the love I feel for her.

  I stand and as if she can read my mind, she moves back to fully lie on the bed. I rip the shirt over my head, kick off my shoes, and quickly discard my pants, taking my boxer briefs with them. Bending down, I pull off my socks, reaching up to grab hers as well. She giggles when I swipe my finger up the center of the bottom of her foot.

  “Love that fucking sound,” I say, climbing on the bed to lie beside her.

  “I’m ticklish.”

  “Hmm, I’ll have to store that for a later day.” I kiss her sweet lips.

  “What about you?” she asks when I finally release her mouth. “Are you ticklish?”

  “Nope,” I lie.

  She studies me, her blue eyes trying to determine if I’m telling the truth. I work my arm around her to unhook her bra, needing her naked. She surprises me; once I have both arms around her, her hands trail up my sides and she tickles me. She didn’t think it out too well because I have my arms around her; even though I’m laughing, I’m able to grip her hips and lift her over me. As soon as her hot center lands on my hard cock, she stops her assault. She rocks her hips and I throw my head back on the pillow, letting the feel of her heat wash over me. Only a thin piece of lace is separating us, and I want it gone.

  “Kendall.” Her name is a plea falling from my lips.

  She rocks against me again. Her bra, which I successfully unsnapped, is hanging off her arms. She slowly removes it, one strap at a time, and tosses it over her head.

  “Fucking gorgeous,” I say, sitting up to kiss her. I’m barely able to press my lips to hers when she pushes me back down on the bed. She rocks against me again, throwing her head back, her long dark hair cascading down her back.

  “Feels good,” she murmurs.

  Fuck this! The panties need to go. “Lift for me,” I say, tapping her thigh. She does as I ask. I grip her panties and tear first one side then the other, careful not to mar her perfect skin in the process.

  “Those were my favorite,” she pouts.

  “They were in the way.”

  She sits back down and her wetness coats my cock. She again rocks her hips, and a slight shift would have me sliding home, inside her heat.

  Flipping her over, I land on top of her. “I’m clean,” she says out of the blue. “I mean, I’m on the pill and . . . it’s been a while and after Cal, I was tested . . . I mean, I have been several times since him, just you know, wanted to be sure. We always used protection, but I just . . . yeah, I’ll shut up now,” she rambles on.

  God, I love this girl.

  “Me too, babe. I’ve never gone without, but that doesn’t mean it’s not possible. I mean, that’s how I got my son, after all.”

  Her panic softens at the mention of Knox. “He’s a miracle baby.” She smiles.

  “He is,” I agree. “I’ve been tested since Stephanie, but it’s a risk, Kendall. Apparently, my boys are good swimmers.” I wink to try and lighten this conversation. Not to mention it’s killing the mood.

  She nods. “It is, but it’s one I’m willing to take with you. I don’t want anything between us.”

  I grip the sheets by her head. It takes all my will power and strength not to thrust my hips and slide inside her, but I hold off, much to my cock’s disappointment.

  “It’s your call, sweetheart.” The thought of her carrying my baby does something to me; it’s the same feeling I get when she tells me she loves me.

  As if she’s reading my mind, she says, “I love you, Ridge.”

  I nod. Decision made. Less talking, more kissing.

  I crush my lips to hers, sliding my tongue past her lips. Hers duals with mine. She wraps her legs around my waist and tries to pull me closer, whimpering when I hold steady.

  “Please,” she begs against my mouth.

  I pull away and smirk at her. “We have all night,” I remind her.

  She huffs out a breath in frustration, but when I latch onto a bare nipple and suck it into my mouth, it turns into a low moan, deep from the back of her throat. I take my time, giving each of her perfect tits equal attention. I could spend hours doing just this, but not tonight. Tonight, I want to experience all of her.

  Releasing her nipple with a small pop, I move down her body, not pausing until I reach her belly button. I trace it with my tongue and her hands land in my hair. It’s actually kind of perfect because of where I’m headed next. Even though this isn’t the first time I’ve tasted her, it feels like it is. Every touch, every caress, every joining of our bodies feels more intimate to me because she knows I love her. She knows this is more to me, that it’s everything. That she is everything.

  Tonight, all night, one hour at a time, I’m going to show her over and over until every part of my soul is infused with hers.

  With her hands buried in my hair, I dip my tongue into her hot center and she tightens her grip. That slip of control from her has me losing mine. I devour her, adding one finger then two, humming my satisfaction as I bury my face deeper. She lifts her hips trying to get me closer, chasing her release. What my girl wants, she gets. I increase my efforts, nipping, licking, sucking, and humming, all the while working my fingers in and out of her. Not a minute later, she’s calling out my name.

  “Ridge!” she screams as she holds my mouth tight against her. I don’t stop until I feel her slump against the bed.

  Chapter 38

  Kendall

  I slump against the bed, releasing the death grip I have on his hair. My body feels like Jell-O, my limbs are weak, my heart is racing and the delicious ache between my thighs tells me I want more—more of Ridge, more of his mouth, but most importantly, more of him. All of him. I need to feel him inside me, to have that connection with him that we’ve been fighting since day one.

  At first, I thought he didn’t want to sleep with me—that was until he started rounding the bases. However, no matter how hard I tried he wouldn’t slide home. He said I needed to understand that he wanted to be with me for more than that, and waiting was the best way to prove it. It’s not until I heard him mumble something that sounded like “you’re more than a fucking bet ever could be” that I understood his hesitation. After that, I let him have control. I knew we would be here eventually,
and I have to say, the months of foreplay have my senses on high alert.

  Ridge lifts his head and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. This time was different; he was relentless, working me to orgasm as if he needed it just as bad as I did. From the feel of his hard cock against my thigh, I’d dare to say I’m right.

  “I need you.” I whisper the words, but from the flare of heat in his eyes, I know he heard me.

  Slowly, he slides his hard body up mine, until our lips are once again fused. I can taste myself, and although it’s not my favorite thing, no way in hell am I stopping. When I said I needed him, I wasn’t exaggerating. I need him to breathe.

  He rests his elbows on either side of my head, holding the majority of his weight off me while he runs his fingers through my hair. “You’re beautiful, Kendall,” he says, his eyes holding mine. I can feel my face heat.

  “My sweet girl,” he murmurs as he kisses each cheek, my chin, my nose. Finally, his lips land on my forehead, and he holds them there.

  I run my fingers through his already mussed hair. It’s sexy on him. Of course, Ridge could make anything look sexy. Leaning up, I trace the star tattoo just above his left pec with my tongue, and he hums his satisfaction. I love his ink. I’ve spent hours tracing them, memorizing every line, every angle of each one.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and lock my ankles behind his back. Lifting my hips, I show him what I want, what I need.

  “I’ve never done this,” he whispers as he nips at my earlobe.

  I’m confused at first, because he has an adorable little boy.

  “Not without protection. That’s a big deal, Kendall. For the chance that I totally sound like a woman right now, I need you to tell me this is what you want.”

  “Yes.” I don’t hesitate. Is it my smartest decision? Probably not, but I want it.

  He rests his forehead against mine. “You unman me, baby.”

  Reaching down with one hand, he grabs his erection and slides it through my folds. I

  whimper at the contact. This is a first for us—the first of many, I can only hope.

  I place my hand on his arm. My intent is to help him guide himself home, but I notice the slight tremor in his hand. “You’re shaking.”

  “Yeah.” He chuckles, but then his face grows serious. “When we do this, you’re mine, Kendall. I need you to know that there’s nothing that will take you from me. That’s it, we seal the fate of our future.”

  If I wasn’t wet before, I am now. “Yes” is my answer, the only word I can seem to push past the emotion clogging my throat.

  A slow smile tips his lips. Lowering his head, he whispers in my ear, “I love you, Kendall.”

  Then he pushes inside.

  I sink my teeth into my bottom lip to keep from crying out—not in pain, but in relief. He’s had me on edge for weeks. Sliding my arms under his, I hug him as tight as I can, my nails digging into this skin. He moans and thrusts a little faster. It fuels him, my need for him, so I sink my nails in deeper and hang on for the ride.

  “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Sweet.” Thrust. His hips move in shorter, faster strokes, and I can feel myself start to fall. It’s been well over a year for me, and it’s Ridge. I have no restraint when it comes to him.

  “So close,” I pant, lifting my hips and tightening my legs that are still locked around him.

  “I’m with you, baby. Let me hear you,” he grits out as he unleashes.

  I hold on, digging my heels in his ass and my nails in his back as I just feel. Feel all of him. “Now.”

  He does this move with his hips that hits just the right spot, and I’m doing exactly what he says as I scream out his name. “Ridge!”

  Falling into me, he buries his face in my neck as his orgasm works through him.

  We lie there, both of us utterly spent. I run my hands lightly over his sweat-covered back.

  “Shower.”

  I chuckle because I couldn’t agree more. “Please,” I answer him.

  “It’s not nice to laugh at a man after sex,” he mumbles into my neck.

  I playfully slap his shoulder. “Not at you, the situation. It’s messy.” I curl up my nose.

  I can feel his chest bouncing with his silent laughter. “That it is, baby. Let’s get cleaned up, and we can throw some steaks on the grill.” He slowly pulls away from me.

  Once he’s on his feet, he helps pull me to mine and leads us to the shower. It’s a huge walk-in big enough for ten people, but it’s just the two of us. “You’re dirty,” he whispers in my ear as he runs his fingers through my folds.

  “You make me dirty,” I reply, tilting my head, giving him better access. I’ll let him get me dirty any second, any minute, and any hour of every damn day.

  “I like it,” he says, kissing me neck.

  “Oh, yeah?” My voice is all breathy from the way his lips against my skin make me feel. He consumes me.

  “Mmhmm.” He reaches around me for body wash, and it’s the exact kind I use. I don’t ask how he got it in here. Our bags are still at the door where he dropped them, but I know Ridge—he’s always prepared.

  He pours a huge glob into his hands and slowly runs them over every inch of me. I stand still, enjoying the feel of his rough, callused hands as they tenderly roam over my heated skin.

  “Your turn,” I say once I’m rinsed off. I return the favor, taking my time, running my hands over every muscle, tracing every tattoo. That’s my favorite thing to do, but I think doing it in the shower tops all other locations.

  We stay there until the water turns cold. Ridge hops out and grabs a towel, wrapping it around me. “I’ll go get our bags.” He kisses me quickly, grabs a towel for himself, and pads out the door, dripping water everywhere.

  By the time he’s back, I’m dried off with my hair up in a towel. “Do we have to wear clothes?” he asks, roaming his eyes up and down my body.

  “Nah, I’m sure the neighbors won’t mind me flashing my girly bits as we grill our steaks,” I say casually.

  “Fuck that.” He digs in his bag, pulls out one of his T-shirts, and hands it to me. “This should cover everything.”

  “I have clothes, right?” I ask because, honestly, I’m not sure. He said he had Dawn pack me a bag.

  “Yeah, but you don’t need them when you have mine.” He pulls on a pair of boxer briefs and a pair of jeans that are ripped, worn, and sexy hell. Just seeing them on him makes me wish he were taking them off, not putting them on.

  “I’m going to start the grill.” He pulls me in for a quick kiss and then he’s out the door.

  Considering he wants me in nothing but his T-shirt, I don’t bother too much with my appearance. I quickly brush my hair, dig in my bag for a hair tie, put it in a topknot, and call it good.

  I find Ridge in the kitchen, pulling out the makings for salad. Standing behind him, I place my hand on his back. “Can I help?”

  “Yep.” He turns, lifts me up, and sits me on the counter. “You can keep me company.”

  “How do you think they’re doing with the little guy?” I ask.

  He smiles up at me. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

  “Can we call her?”

  Drying his hands, he reaches across the counter, grabs his phone, and dials Reagan. Putting it on speaker, he hands it to me with a quick kiss before going back to the salad.

  “Hello,” Reagan answers, laughing.

  “Hey, sister,” Ridge says. “How’s our boy?”

  Our boy.

  “Adorable. Tyler is making these crazy-ass faces and his grin is cracking us up. He’s talking up a storm.”

  Ridge lifts his head and he’s smiling from ear to ear. “That’s great. Let us talk to him.”

  “Sure, hold on a second. Hey, Knox. Daddy and Kendall want to say hi.” I hear rustling, and then his little baby babbles come over the line.

  “Hey, buddy. Daddy misses you,” Ridge says into the phone.

  Knox coos and babbles som
e more.

  “Say hi,” he whispers to me.

  “Hey, little man. Hope you’re being good for Aunt Reagan.” I wait to hear his baby talk back to me, but there’s nothing.

  “Hey, who was just talking to him?” Reagan’s back on the line.

  “Kendall,” Ridge says.

  She laughs. “You should have seen him. He was looking around everywhere, like you were going to be hiding behind him or something. Here he is again.”

  “All right, bud. You be good. Daddy and Kendall will see you tomorrow,” Ridge tells him. Greeted with silence.

  “Same thing. Kendall again?” Reagan asks.

  “Nope. It was me.”

  “You two have this little guy spoiled rotten.” She laughs. “All’s good on the home front. He’s getting ready to have his last bottle for the night before we put him down.”

  I wait for Ridge to ask if Tyler is staying too, but he doesn’t. I’m sure once it hits him he’ll be wanting answers. It is one of his best friends and his little sister, after all.

  “Sounds good. We’ll be home early afternoon, in time for the cookout at Mom and Dad’s,” Ridge tells her.

  “Gotcha, brother. You two kids behave,” she says, and the line goes dead.

  “He sounded happy,” I whisper.

  “He is happy. He’s loved.” Ridge kisses me slowly. “I need to go check on the steaks.”

  Chapter 39

  Ridge

  I could not have asked for a better trip. Kendall and I spent the entire time wrapped in each other’s arms, exploring each other’s bodies. It’s a night that I’m sure to never forget.

  We left a little earlier than what I planned, but when I woke up this morning with my girl in my arms, something was missing—my son. It’s like she could read my mind, because she asked if we could leave a little early to get back and beat traffic. I knew the real reason why.

  Mom and Dad are having another cookout for the Fourth. They love to entertain and now that Dad is retired, Mom doesn’t mind it as much because he’s there to help her. I have one more surprise for Kendall this weekend—I called her parents and invited them. They made up an excuse when she asked them their plans. I want both of our families together. Family is important and she’s a huge part of mine, and I want her parents to be involved in that.