by Lacey Black
Never again.
Ryan is bouncing in the backseat as we drive towards my place. He’s talking a mile a minute about everything we pass, and Dani just seems to take it in stride and smile. When I pull up to my gate, I have to stop Ryan from jumping out of the back of the car and running up the lane. The car is barely in park when he throws open the back door and jumps from the vehicle.
“Ryan, slow down,” Dani chastises.
“Dad, do you have a dog?” Ryan hollers, clearly ignoring the warning from his mother.
“No I don’t, buddy.”
“You should get a dog. This yard is huge and a big dog would have so much fun here. Something big like a German Sheppard or a Lab. Then I can teach it tricks and fun stuff when I’m here with you. I bet we could even name him Rocco, and he would be my best friend in the whole world,” Ryan says in practically one breath.
I never wanted a dog. I don’t want the mess, the hair, the slobber, or the shit. But seeing how excited Ryan is about the prospect of a dog makes me want to run to the nearest shelter and get a damn dog.
Fuck, what is this boy doing to me?
“Ryan, a dog isn’t something we’re considering right now,” Dani says as we walk towards the door in the garage. I instantly turn around and want to tell her that if Ryan wants a dog, we’ll get him a fucking dog. But when my eyes connect with hers, I wisely keep my mouth shut.
For now.
“Let’s take your bags upstairs, and then you can check the place out,” I say over my shoulder as we head inside. They each have an overnight bag, which I’m gladly carrying, but I notice right away that Ryan’s is surprisingly heavier than Dani’s. I’ll take that as a good sign that she didn’t bring much in way of clothes with her.
That or he packed everything he owns.
“What’s that smirk for?” she asks as we proceed through the kitchen and dining room and head towards the stairs.
“Your bag is lighter than Ryan’s. I assume that’s because you didn’t bring many clothes. Fuck knows you won’t need them,” I whisper against her ear.
Dani instantly inhales, a slight blush creeping up the column of her neck. “See, this is why I want separate rooms. You’re incorrigible and our son is here.”
“No worries, sweetheart. I will be on my best behavior this weekend,” I say as we climb the stairs, Ryan already running ahead to scope out the room I arranged for him. “But make no mistake about it, I will have you in my bed tonight. And I will have you in my shower in the morning. If you run, I will find you. I will carry you back to my room and tie your delectable ass to my bed. Do you understand me?” I ask, my voice low and laced with need.
Dani’s blue eyes are bright as she gapes at me. Standing at the top of the stairs, it takes everything I have to not drop the bag, throw her over my shoulder, and have my way with her until she’s crying uncle. The look she gives me mirrors my need for her, and that makes me so fucking happy I could cry.
“Dad, is this blue room mine?” Ryan asks down the hall.
“Sure is, buddy,” I tell him as we slowly make our way towards our son.
The room I had set up for him was complete this past week. When I asked Carly before her wedding for the name of a decorator–fuck knows I can’t use the one I used when I bought the place–she recommended a man by the name of Zachariah. Just knowing that it wasn’t the same woman as before was enough for me saying yes before I even knew anything about him.
As we step into the room, I have to admit that Zachariah did a great job. He painted the walls alternating deep blue and white with everything a boy could imagine. Not knowing what exactly Ryan’s into left a huge question mark in the decorating category. So, I left it up to Zachariah since he’s the expert.
A tall full size bed sits in the middle of the room with green and blue bedding. A desk sits along the wall with the walk-in closet, which is already filled with plenty of clothes in his size. I didn’t want to miss the chance of Ryan staying the night because he didn’t have clothes. One call from Carly to my personal shopper, and the closet was filled with size eight clothes for every season and occasion by the end of that day.
And his isn’t the only closet with new clothes hiding inside.
“Mom, look! It’s the new Xbox system,” Ryan exclaims as he looks with wonder at the big television and gaming system attached.
“Yeah, we’ll talk about that,” Dani mumbles under her breath loud enough so I can hear her. I thought all kids love gaming systems? What the fuck did I do wrong?
“Are these all mine?” Ryan asks from the depths of the closet before I can ask Dani about what she meant.
“They sure are, Ry.”
“Mom, that means I can come here all the time and have plenty of clothes.”
“It does,” Dani says quietly. Glancing over at her, I can almost see the wheels inside that beautiful head of hers turning. Something is up, and I’ll be getting to the bottom of that shortly.
“Ryan, why don’t you get on a pair of pj’s, brush your teeth, and get ready for bed?” Dani instructs from the entrance to Ryan’s in-suite bathroom.
“Ah, Mom, do I have to?” he whines, and I’m unable to control my smile.
“Yes, you do. No arguing,” Dani says with her arms firmly crossed over her chest. While the position is meant to show her authority to Ryan, the only thing it manages to do for me is stir my dick to life. Her beautiful tits are pressed upward, giving a lush view of creamy, smooth skin.
“Why don’t you meet us downstairs, Ryan, and I’ll show you the rest of the house before bed,” I suggest, hoping I don’t piss off Mama Bear again.
“Okay,” Ryan mumbles begrudgingly.
I follow behind as Dani heads downstairs. I realize I’m like a puppy dog, trailing behind my master, waiting to see if I get a treat or not. Fuck, when did I become that guy?
“Are you going to tell me what I did wrong?” I ask as I round the corner and step into the family room.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Reid. I just wish you had asked before you bought all that stuff for Ryan. He doesn’t need all of it,” she says.
“That’s what’s wrong? I thought it was something bad. Dani, you can’t fault me for wanting to buy things for my son. I have seven birthdays to make up for here. This money means nothing to me if I can’t share it with the people I care about,” I say as I pull her into my arms.
Dani comes willingly as I wrap my arms around her back. I find her lips instantly, giving her a slow, deep kiss. A kiss that hopefully displays all of my intentions for later this evening.
“Mom, did you see how big this TV is?” I was so busy kissing Dani that I didn’t even hear Ryan come into the room, let alone stand right next to me.
“Yes,” Dani says, jumping back and out of my arms. “It’s a big TV.”
“Show me the house, Dad.”
Fifteen minutes later, Dani and I are tucking Ryan into his new bed. The mundane task seems so natural and easy as we both give him hugs before slipping out the door. Dani caved and is allowing him to watch a few minutes of cartoons before falling sleep since it is a Saturday night. Together, we walk out into the hallway before I pull the door closed behind me.
“What if he gets scared? It’s a new place for him?” Dani asks nervously.
“He knows where my room is, Dani. If something bothers him, he’ll come looking for us,” I say moments before I claim her mouth with my own.
“And I don’t want him to find me in a compromising position,” Dani mumbles against my lips.
“I love your compromising positions.”
“Reid,” she starts.
“It’ll be fine,” I reply, again seeking out her lips with my own.
“But what if he -” she starts before my mouth cuts her off once more.
“The only thing I’m worried about is the fact that I’m clearly not doing a good enough job at distracting you,” I tell her before I dive my hands into her hair, pull her body as close to mine as hu
manly possible while clothed, and plunge my tongue into her mouth. Her soft moan fills the hallway and essentially lights my body on fire.
There. That shut her up.
“Come to bed with me,” I whisper, nipping at her bottom lip.
“Okay,” she whispers.
I all but drag her into my bedroom. As soon as we cross the threshold, my hands are everywhere. Her hair, her back, her ass. I have grabby hands and I can’t seem to do anything about it. Not that I want to.
“I’ve been waiting to get you back in my bed since last weekend,” I say as I start to pull her shirt up and over her head. Dani is wearing a black lace bra, her rosebud nipples pebbling out through the material.
Unable to control myself any longer, I bend down and suck one nipple in my mouth. The course material feels rough against my tongue as I lick and taste the first one, then the second. Dani gasps and pushes her tits further into my mouth.
Sliding my hands down her hips, I quickly unbutton the front of her jeans and skim them down her long legs. The little scrap of lace material I find underneath is already soaked through. Her essence fills the room, and my mind. It’s all aroused woman, mixed with something uniquely Dani. And it makes me hard as fucking stone.
“Stand right here,” I tell her as I drop to my knees and prepare to worship the woman before me.
Nudging her legs apart, I run my tongue slowly up the inside of her thigh. I can feel her legs quiver beneath my touch. Grabbing ahold of her ass, I use my tongue to push her soaked panties to the side, giving me better access to the goods hiding underneath. Dani leans back against the door as I swipe my tongue through her folds, offering me that first taste of her sweetness that I crave.
I continue to suck and lick at her core. Dani’s hands slide into my hair, gripping and tugging gently with each thrust of my tongue. Her breathing is labored, and she rides my face like a professional bull rider. Knowing that she’s getting close to coming, I use two fingers and thrust them into her wetness. She starts to come violently against my fingers, while I continue to storm her clit with my mouth. I watch in awe as her eyes flutter closed and a small smile spreads across her face.
I’d be a fucking liar if I said that smile didn’t do something to me. Some sort of caveman reaction that makes me want to pound on my chest and bellow a war cry loud enough to frighten furry woodland creatures.
Getting back up, I make quick work at removing every bit of clothing I’m wearing. I sheath myself in a condom before I move back towards Dani. She hasn’t moved an inch from where I left her leaning back against the closed door. Flipping the lock, I grab ahold of her ass and hoist her up. She automatically wraps her legs around my waist, lining up her body with mine perfectly.
Using the door as leverage and keeping one arm planted firmly under her ass, I reach down and slide my dick through her wetness. Dani trembles as I pull back slightly and position the head of my dick at her entrance. Her heavily lidded eyes are locked on mine. Leaning forward, I place a kiss on her lips. It’s a tender kiss, sweet and full of unspoken meaning, but it also doesn’t take long before it turns carnal and hungry.
When I bite down just enough to sting her bottom lip, I slam home. A loud thump reverbs through the room as her body bangs into the door. I swallow her loud groans of pleasure as I pull back and do it again. Over and over again, I nail Dani against the door, eating her moans and loving her mouth with my own. I feel the glorious bite of her nails scoring my back, but I don’t give a shit. If anything, that pain only fuels my pleasure.
I can tell by the movements of her body that she’s ascending towards another orgasm. Her arms tighten around me, her insides grip my dick like a vise, and her legs scissor firmly around my back. And I don’t let up for a second. Hell, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I’m too far gone. Possessed.
“You gotta be quiet, sweetheart,” I warn her knowing that she’s on the verge of screaming from the mountaintops.
“Can’t,” she mumbles, scratching at my back once more.
“Gotta try, baby,” I say right before her internal muscles squeeze the ever loving shit out of my cock.
I feel the familiar tingling at the base of my spine and know that it’s only a matter of seconds before I follow her over the edge. As the scream reaches the tip of her tongue, Dani latches her teeth down, biting the hard muscles of my shoulder. The pain sends me soaring into oblivion as I come harder than ever before.
My body is raked with aftershocks and my knees suddenly struggle to keep us in an upright, standing position. With her sated in my arms, I slide down to the floor, my body all but giving up after that workout. Dani leans her head against my chest, curling herself into a warm little ball. I’m still buried deep inside her with no sign of my erection going anywhere. Even after the marathon sex we just had, I’m ready to go another round with her as if my dick were Mike fucking Tyson.
Only her.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I mumble against her head as I slowly pull my body from within hers. She tries to stand, but her legs are too weak.
Pulling her into my arms, I carry Dani the few feet to my bed, gently laying her down on the side I deemed as hers after the last weekend she stayed. She doesn’t even open her eyes as she snuggles into the pillow, curls up on her side, and reaches for me. I lean down and give her a tender kiss before slipping into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
After cleaning myself up, I stare at the man reflected back at me in the mirror. I have no clue who this man is. He’s not the one I used to look at, day in and day out. Gone is the ruthless man whose heart stopped beating at such a young age. Gone is the man who fucks ‘em and chucks ‘em. Gone is the man who refuses to look into the future and see anything other than dollar signs.
Replacing that man is someone in love. I know it. I can’t deny it and won’t even try. The scary part is that I have absolutely no clue what to do with this foreign emotion. I’ve never willingly given love to another person who doesn’t share my blood. I haven’t said the words since I was a young boy and the woman I loved was ripped from my life. Even Tara doesn’t hear those words. Not anymore.
This is the part where I’d usually run so fucking fast away from the house you’d think my ass was lit on fire. But the thought of running away from Dani makes me lightheaded. Not only does it seem wrong, but impossible. I don’t want to run. I want to stay, and wrap my arms around the woman sleeping in my bed.
The woman I love.
So, for tonight, that’s what I’m going to do.
Tomorrow, I’ll start to figure out how I’m going to let her go.
Chapter Nineteen – Good Morning, Sunshine. Breakfast?
Dani
I wake up hotter than hell. My entire body feels like it’s pressed against a furnace. As I crack open my eyes, I catch a glimpse at the morning sun rising out the vast amount of windows along the east wall. It’s a breathtaking picture.
Speaking of picture, the next thing I notice is the framed photograph on the nightstand. It was easy to miss last night since the room was darkened when we arrived, and my attention was clearly diverted elsewhere.
The photograph is of Ryan and I at the pool and used to be on my fridge. I noticed it was gone, but didn’t think too much about it at the time. Now, I smile at the prospect of Reid taking that photo, framing it, and displaying it prominently on his nightstand.
The next thing I notice is the very naked, very hard man sleeping next to me. I watch his even breathing as his chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. From this angle, he looks softer and gentler, like the world doesn’t rest on his firm, wide shoulders. This is a different side of Reid, and I’ll be honest, I like waking up next to him. And that begs the question, how can he be so calm in slumber and so hard beneath the sheet at the exact same time is beyond me?
“Stop staring at me before you start something you can’t finish,” Reid mumbles sleepily.
“Who says I can’t finish it?” I ask with humor in my voice. The cloc
k on the nightstand says six-thirty, which is a little after my usual wake up time. Something tells me that sleeping this late is a rare occurrence for Reid, as well. He seems more like the up by five, workout complete, shower fresh by six-thirty kind.
I reach over and run my hand down Reid’s bare chest, heading straight down to that thick shaft I felt against my leg a moment ago.
“Mom!” Ryan exclaims from the hallway.
Grabbing the sheet, I yank it clear up to my chin in an attempt to hide every sliver of naked skin my body possesses. I internally chastise myself for sleeping nude. Though I’m usually up before Ryan, there’s no way in hell I ever want to be caught sleeping naked, especially in the same bed as Reid where both of us are as naked as the day we were brought into this world.
“Settle down. The door’s still locked,” Reid says as he hops up and grabs a pair of running shorts. My eyes are glued to his firm ass as the material slides up his muscular legs and rests dangerously low on his trim hips.
“Mom? Dad?” Ryan asks before knocking on the door.
“Be right there, buddy. We’ll start breakfast for your mom,” Reid hollers before slipping into the bathroom. I listen as the water runs in the sink and the sounds of him brushing his teeth trickle into the room. I, on the other hand, am still rooted in the middle of the bed with the sheet pulled up to my pupils.
“We’re going to start breakfast. Why don’t you go take a shower and then come down?” Reid suggests. “Food should be ready by then,” he says as he places a tender kiss on my lips. “I’ll even have coffee.”
Before I can even reply, Reid heads towards the door, releases the lock, and steps into the hallway. He’s greeted by an anxious child, eager to help make breakfast.
“Come on, Ry. Let’s go cook something good for Mom,” Reid says as they continue down the hallway.