by K. C. Crowne
He reached over and took my hand, and just like that, the yearning returned. I was going crazy, my panties soaked from the sexual tension.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea,” he said. “It’s Friday and I don’t have anything to do tonight. What do you say about grabbing some takeout and going back to my place?”
“That actually sounds amazing. Adam’s got basketball practice tonight and then he’s spending the night at a friend’s house.”
“Then it’s settled, yeah? How about Italian?”
“Perfect.”
We stopped at an Italian joint on the way to his house, going inside and placing the order. I got my usual eggplant parm, and he ordered two portions of lasagna, along with salads, tiramisu and cannolis for dessert.
“Two lasagnas?” I asked.
“Hard day at the gym,” he said with a sly grin. “Nothing helps recovery quite like three pounds of melted cheese – and you can take that medical advice to the bank.” He winked before slipping his phone out of his pocket and checking his emails.
I’d hoped that going into public would be enough to tamp down my sexual energy. But it didn’t. The tension inside of me built more and more by the moment.
I needed release. And there was only one man I wanted it from.
I was so distracted by my tension, in fact, that I didn’t notice when the food was placed on the counter to take away. And that meant I didn’t have time to reach for my wallet before Ryan had it paid for.
“You carry the baby; I pay for the food. Simple as that.” He grinned as he opened the door, the bag in his other hand.
Moments later we were in the car. I decided I couldn’t take it any longer.
“Alright,” he said. “So, anything you need before we head ba –”
As he spoke, I leaned over the center console and planted my lips on his. Ryan froze, his eyebrows arching in surprise. But he quickly fell into the kiss, placing his hands on my shoulders, one moving down my back.
The kiss went on for several moments before he took his lips from mine.
“Now,” he said. “As romantic as it might be to have sex in the parking lot of an Italian food restaurant…”
I laughed. “Good call.”
“But buckle up,” he said. “I’ve got an idea for the way back.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I was more than curious to find out. He pulled out of the spot and we were soon back on the road to his place. Before I had a chance to wonder what he’d been talking about, his right hand fell onto my thigh, moving closer and closer to my center.
When he touched me all I could do was moan. It didn’t matter that his touch was through my jeans, and it didn’t matter that I wanted more than just his finger through the fabric. His touch felt so good that I squirmed and shivered.
His eyes still fixed on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, Ryan expertly undid the button and zipper of my jeans. I helped him out the rest of the way, lifting my butt off the seat and pulling down my jeans and panties far enough to give him access.
Ryan kept on driving as he spread my lips and teased my clit, making slow circles around it with his fingertip. I closed my eyes and allowed my moans to fill the car, his touch bringing me to orgasm.
He slid his finger inside of me, and the moment it happened the orgasm broke, flooding my body with the release I’d been craving since the last time we’d been together. I moaned and writhed in my seat, my juices flowing down his fingers.
Ryan took his hand from me and I opened my eyes to see that the timing of my orgasm had been perfect – we were pulled up and parked in front of his huge home.
“Come on,” he said. “I’m thinking of an appetizer before dinner.”
He got out and I did the same after pulling up my pants. My legs wobbled beneath me as I followed him to the front door. Ryan stepped in and set the bag of food on a table nearby and as soon as the door was shut, we were all over each other.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about this,” I said as we kissed and stripped each other out of our clothes. “I’ve been going insane.”
“Same here,” he said. “All I’ve wanted is to be inside you again.”
His words made me so freaking horny, so craving of his cock, that I felt on the verge of screaming. But the time for teasing was done – the hungry look in his eyes let me know he was ready to give me exactly what I wanted.
When we were down to nothing, he lifted me off my feet and I wrapped my legs around him. He carried me over to the stairs and set me down, climbing on top of me before taking hold of his cock and pushing it into me.
I gasped, my eyes going wide as he filled me to the brim, my pussy clenching tightly around him and another orgasm already on the verge of breaking loose. He thrust hard and fast right away, his powerful body like a machine. A glance down to watch his cock plunge into me over and over was enough to bring me to the verge.
The second orgasm came hard and fast, and I let my arms drop onto the stairs, the pleasure too intense keep my muscles tight.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” he said with a grin. “I’m not even close to done with you yet.”
Chapter 23
RYAN
I knew the lovemaking was different the moment I was inside of her. And when I brought her up to the bed and underneath the covers, there was no doubt.
It was gentle, tender, but still driven by the overwhelming desire we had for one another.
I was on top of Carly, her legs opened wide and wrapped around my hips. I pushed into her with full, powerful thrusts, her milk-white breasts shaking with each penetration. She moaned and sighed, the pace of her breathing quickening as I brought her closer to one more orgasm.
“Please,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Just like that.”
Her skin was warm and soft against mine, her fingertips dragging up and down the thick muscles of my upper back. I never liked to finish until I’d given her several orgasms, and this session was no exception.
But the more I moved into her, the more difficult it was to hold back my release.
“Come for me, please,” she said, her voice heavy with pleasure.
“You first.”
A slight grin formed on her perfect lips, one that was soon replaced by an “O” of ecstasy. Carly tightened around me as she came, the increased grip on my cock pushing me over the edge. I grunted hard as I released, her body eagerly accepting my seed.
I held her close when we were done, her head resting on my chest, my hand moving slowly over her back.
“That was exactly what I needed,” she said, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe how good it had been. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
“Same here.”
But neither of us said anything after that, as if we both knew that the way we’d been craving one another meant something serious, something more than just two people needing release.
My phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans, breaking the silence and tabling the issue of what was going on between Carly and me.
“Answer that and then let’s eat,” she said. “All that activity worked up an appetite.”
I chuckled as I rolled off the bed, my cock still half-stiff between my legs. After a little rummaging through my pants, I found my phone and took it out.
“Now,” I said as I turned on the screen. “Just because I got two lasagnas doesn’t mean you can pick at one of them.”
“But I’m eating for two,” she said with a grin. “You wouldn’t dare deny me.”
Once I turned my attention to my phone and saw that it was a text from Amanda at the shelter, I realized we weren’t about to have a quiet night in.
The text was brief, but it told me all I needed to know.
911
It was our code for an emergency, of course, something at the shelter that needed immediate attention.
Be there in thirty.
“Everything alright?” Carly asked. “You look like you just got some bad news.”
>
I sighed and turned back to her.
Where to even begin?
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I know. But I want to.”
We were on our way to the shelter, Carly seated next to me with her coat draped on her lap. When I’d told her what was happening, that there was a crisis at the woman’s shelter where I volunteered, I hadn’t been sure of what sort of response I’d get from her.
But when I told her, there’d been no hesitation. Her expression steely, she nodded then spoke.
“Then let’s go.”
Amanda sent me another text on the way over asking if I happened to have a size medium coat laying around that I could donate. Carly had been reading the text over my shoulder, and right as I’d finished reading, she’d told me that she’d be donating hers.
She had one of my coats on as we drove, which made her already small frame look even tinier. An expression of determination was on her face. She was ready.
Amanda sent yet another text letting me know the situation was about Amy, the girl I’d met with who’d run away from her shithead father.
We pulled up to the shelter in Five Points, the evening already well on. The night was cloudy, and I didn’t want to spend another moment more in the car than we needed to.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked. “You’re under zero obligation.”
“I’m sure. I know what it’s like to be alone, not to have anyone. A little kindness can make all the difference in the world.”
My mind was on Amy but hearing the words from Carly brought a small smile to my face and reminded me that she was someone incredibly special, a once-in-a-lifetime woman.
I turned my focus back to the task ahead.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Ready.”
I hopped out of the car and met Carly on the other side. I stayed close to her as we made our way up to the shelter. The neighborhood was dangerous, and I didn’t like her being there so late at night.
“I had no idea this place was here,” she said.
“No reason you should – we designed it to be hidden in plain sight. Women in positions like the ones who come here need a secret place to stay.”
We reached the front door, and I punched in the security code, then opened the door, and held it for Carly. No one was in the living room, the house seemed desolate and lonesome.
“Ryan?” Amanda’s voice carried down the stairs.
“It’s me,” I called back.
“Up on the third floor.”
We went up the stairs, Amanda waiting for us where she said she’d be. She was near a closed bedroom door, and she gestured for us to follow her into one of the spare bedrooms.
“Amanda, this is Carly Grissom. She’s a…friend of mine.” I felt a little silly calling her that, but it wasn’t the time to get into the exact nature of our relationship.
“Nice to meet you,” Amanda said, offering her hand. “Amanda Wilkes.”
“A pleasure,” Carly replied. She held up her coat. “I brought this for Amy.”
Amanda took the coat out of her arms and gave it a once-over. “You sure?”
“Positive.”
Amanda nodded before setting the coat down on the nearby dresser. Then she sighed and shook her head.
“Well, thanks. I mean it. When Amy showed up, she was in a bad way.”
“Where is she now?” I asked.
“In the bedroom with some McDonald’s. I would’ve grabbed her something a little healthier, but it was fast and on the way.”
“Give me the rundown,” I said. “What happened?”
“She showed up here a few hours ago, one of the women staying here, Maggie, said she was banging on the door trying to get in. When she told me that it was Amy and that she looked like hell, I knew I needed to get here fast.”
“What do you mean she looks like hell?” I asked.
“Split lip, bruises, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and slippers and a torn sweater – hence the coat. But she hasn’t been talking much. Figured you might have better luck with her.”
I nodded. “Alright, here’s what we’re going to do – Amanda, grab me the medical kit from the second- floor bedroom. I’ll go in there and talk with her and see what I can learn.”
“Sounds good,” Amanda replied.
“And I’ll come with you, Ryan,” Carly offered. “I know what it’s like to be a scared kid. Talking’s the last thing you want to do sometimes.”
The plan settled, Carly and I stepped over to the bedroom door and I knocked gently.
“Amy? It’s Dr. Anderson. I wanted to come in and check on you. Is that alright?”
There was silence, then a “yeah.”
“And I’m with someone right now, my friend Carly. Is it OK if she comes in too?”
“Sure, why not.” She sounded defeated, like she didn’t care what happened to her.
I opened the door and stepped inside, Carly coming with me.
Rage filled me when I saw her seated on the edge of the bed. Someone had hurt the girl; bruises all over her face and neck, a cut above her eye. My immediate impression was that someone had grabbed her by the throat and slapped her.
Carly was composed and calm, despite the traumatic scene before her.
“Hey,” she said, squatting down a bit in front of Amy. “My name’s Carly.”
“Amy.” She had a faraway look on her face that signaled mental shock.
Amanda showed up with the kit, and I went to work. As I cleaned her injuries, Carly chatted with Amy, getting her to open up about what happened.
It turned out that her father had led her to believe that he was going to clean up his act if only she’d come back home. Trusting him, she gave the prick a second chance. When she had arrived home, she found him there with the man who her father was going to sell her to.
And he was ready to get what he’d paid for. But not before he showed her with his fists how angry he was for having to wait.
I clenched my fists as she spoke, wishing I could kick the shit of her father right then and there.
But lucky for Amy, some other dealer her father owed arrived at that moment, breaking down the door. She escaped in the confusion, hurrying out of the house, and making her way to the shelter.
As she talked, I was struck by how good Carly was with her. She was sweet and kind and empathetic, letting Amy pour her heart out. When Amy’s wounds had been treated and she’d told her story, I could sense that what she needed most was some rest.
We left her alone and Amanda confirmed she’d be staying there that night, and that she would keep me posted.
When Carly and I were on the way back to my place, I looked at her in a different light. It was as if the more I learned about her, the more I realized she was the real thing – a woman of strength, compassion, and warmth.
I was falling hard…
Chapter 24
CARLY
One month later…
Ryan and I watched as the bus disappeared into the distance. Amy was on it, the destination Kansas City where her aunt lived. It’d been a bit of a tearful departure, with her and I having grown so close over the last month.
But it was what needed to be done.
“You think she’s going to be alright?” I asked. “I mean, you’re the one with experience concerning these kinds of situations.”
“Hard to say. She’s got a little money, and a family member who can’t wait to see her. It’s at least hopeful.”
“More than I had when I lost my parents. Adam and I were all alone.”
“And look how you turned out,” he said. “Strong as hell and can take on anything.”
I smiled slightly. “Not sure about all that.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. I’m happy that half this kid’s genes are yours.”
I glanced down at my belly, placing my hand on my navel. I was nearing the end of my first trimester, which meant that I wasn’t really showing yet.
But I could feel the baby growing bigger inside of me, and it was a strange and wonderful feeling.
“Well,” Ryan said. “Should we get to the game?”
“Let’s do it.”
It was late March, the first day of nice weather since the year had started. The night was mild, warm enough that I didn’t need to wear a jacket. And now that Amy was on her way, I could turn my attention to the excitement of the evening – Adam’s game.
“You know you don’t have to come, right?” I asked as Ryan drove us to Adam’s school. “I appreciate it, for sure. And Adam does too. But –”
“No buts about it. Adam is family. Yours and mine now too seeing as he’s our kid’s uncle. I’d love nothing more than to see the bloke play.”
He meant it – I could tell. I still wasn’t one hundred percent sure what was happening between Ryan and me, but I was riding the wave. I was into him like crazy, and there was no doubt that he felt the same way. And that was aside from the heat between us, the pure sexual chemistry.
Our lives had joined more than I’d expected them to. We had dinner together often, Ryan a fixture at our place with his takeout dinners. He got along with Adam, and everything seemed to be going perfectly.
Who needed to put a name on it? We were happy, and we were going to have a baby – why would we need to make it official?
We pulled up to the gym, the parking lot nearly full. I had a big smile on my face as we made our way to the building, totally eager to see my little brother kick some butt on the court. After making our way through the hall leading to the gym, we were soon seated among the crowd packed in on the bleachers.
It took me a moment to spot Adam on the court, all the action happening so quickly. His team, the Panthers, was up against the Warriors out of Boulder. The game had just started, and we put our butts on the bleachers just in time to watch Adam make a breakaway play. The cheering in the stands rose to a crazy roar as he rushed down the court, a look of total intensity on his face as he put the ball up into an easy lay-up.
“Hell yeah!” I shouted, pumping my fist. “That’s my brother!”