by Amy Marie
“And what excuse do you have for your lies today, Emie?” I climb in my car, blasting the heater, and slam the door. I try not to drive over her toes as I reverse out of the parking spot. I leave her there staring as I drive away.
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“I don’t know if I can ever forgive her, Noe,” I explain as I shove a French fry in my mouth.
I’ve thought about my predicament with Emie and realize she is nothing but the same toxin I need to rid my life of.
“She’s a twat waffle.” She leans back in her chair. “She fed you bullshit lines about Ryder in high school and then she takes the most devastating part of your life and twists it to run him away from you.”
Sighing, I grab my phone. “I know but at least he believed me.”
“He was probably staring at your tits when you told him what really happened,” she says trying to lighten the mood. I laugh. “Men will believe anything you say if they can stare at your rack.”
What makes Noelle so funny is that she can say all this with a straight face and be dead serious about it. Like she truly believes if she pulls her shirt up that any guy will agree with her.
Well, maybe she’s right.
I laugh again. “I just hate that I spent all these years feeling heartbroken about something he said about his ex girlfriend.”
“You believe him?” she sincerely asks.
I think for a second. “I do.”
She points one of her pretty French tipped manicured nails at me. “That’s how you know, Had. That’s how you know you will last. You can be in love, you can find him sexy as well but until you can believe what they say without question then you know it’s for real.”
“Huh,” is all I say.
“You can’t have a healthy relationship without trust. I could leave Trent in a room with a hundred naked woman and trust that he won’t mess with any of them and believe he would tell me if they tried anything.”
“Trent would never cheat on you.” I point out.
“Oh, I know.” She smiles. “Why would he go for hamburger when he’s got steak waiting at home.”
I chuckle at her confidence. But she’s right. Besides her OCD tendencies, she really is the whole package.
“You know,” she says tapping her pen to her lips. “You should invite Ryder over for dinner and make him some steak.”
“I can’t cook.” I deadpan. “You know this. I burn water.”
She stands up and leans over her desk. “Let me be clearer. Get Ryder some steak. Dress it up in some sexy lingerie, spread it on the bed and let him feast, Hadley. Steak!”
Realization hits and a slow smile creeps up on my face as an image of Ryder ravaging me on my bed passes through my thoughts.
Then I start thinking of all the things that would be involved. “I don’t have lingerie, and I haven’t shaved my legs. Plus, how do you initiate? I have never been the initiator.”
My nerves start to take over and I panic. I don’t know how to be confident like Noelle.
“Go! Leave. Take the rest of the day off.” She sits back down, picking up her desk phone. “Soon because Trent will be here in twenty minutes and no one is due back in the office for another hour.”
“Are you pushing me out the door so you can have sex with Trent...again?” I laugh as I collect my stuff. I might not be leaving to go prepare the steak but I sure as hell am not going to hang around for another show.
“I’d say no but then I would be lying. Plus this gets us both laid.”
If I thought they were bad now I can’t imagine how it’s going to be when they get married. I’m not sure I want to be around for that.
I leave her to her business call and pull my cell phone from my purse dialing up Ryder.
He answers on the first ring and I can hear commotion in the background.
“I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. You sound busy. Just give me a call when you get a minute.” I say ready to hit the end button.
“Had, I wouldn’t have answered if I couldn’t talk. Plus, I’d always make time for you. It’s nice to hear your voice.”
I’m sure he can hear my smile in my response. “You just saw me a few hours ago.”
“I know.” He sighs. “But we were working through something and it’s nice to hear the pep in your step.”
“Pep in my step? You sound like an old lady.”
“I’m not old and I’m not a lady.” His voice rumbling from his chest. “I’m all man, baby.”
I laugh. He never calls me baby. “Well, I was thinking that since we had kind of a tense afternoon that we could meet again tonight.”
“Wow!” he exclaims. “Two times in one day, Hads? You might wear me out.”
I blush. His playful flirting is turning me on. Well anything he has been doing lately is turning me on.
“You would think with all that working out you do that you could handle it.” I flirt back. “I guess not. Maybe I should date someone else with better endurance.”
Silence comes from the other end of the phone and I wonder if maybe he took it as an insult.
“So, we’re dating then?” Ryder asks sounding optimistic yet nervous.
I look out my windshield at the flurries falling from the sky and think once again about being a snowflake. A few months ago, I felt like the ones that fell to the ground conformed to the others, but Ryder makes me feel like the ones that float in the sky never touch the ground. He makes me feel like I’ll always be unique, and that I can be myself.
I smile as I answer. “Yes. I think we are.”
I’m having Ryder pick up takeout while I ready the “steak.” I forgo the lingerie and settle for a cute lavender bra and panty set over my newly waxed and shaved body. I’m not expecting anything but if it does happen I want to be prepared. I take another look in the mirror and adjust my ponytail before smoothing my makeup over my face. Reaching into my closet I pull out a pair of skinny jeans and a purple V-neck sweater.
I walk out into the living room just in time for a knock at the door. Like a teenage girl I skip down the hallway and open it before he has the chance to knock again. His smile seems to brighten the room as he holds up two plastic bags of Chinese.
“What? You didn’t want to use your key?” I joke and step aside so he can come in.
He kisses me on the lips quickly before setting the food on the table. When he turns around to take off his coat I have to contain my drool. This is the first time I’ve been able to look at him since I found the words he said under the bleachers weren’t meant for me. I would let that nasty misunderstanding fester but not tonight. Tonight I am enjoying his freshly showered body, and how his hair looks like he tugged on it just before he got here. The way his arms stretch out after taking off his jacket, his black thermal shirt and his jeans fit his hips and thighs but are loose down to the bottom where they lie on top of black boots. He’s raw, primal sexiness and I don’t think I’ll have a problem initiating. When I meet his eyes, I can feel the carnal lust behind them. They strike me where I stand.
“Don’t stare at me like that, Spark. I just might have to show you how much endurance I really have,” he warns.
I intentionally bite my lip knowing how crazy he can get. I wrap my arms around his torso. “That’s not what I remember from when we were teenagers. I was pushing it getting you to go for anything past round one.”
He grabs my arms from around his waist and pulls them around his neck. Reaching down he pulls me up by my thighs bringing his mouth over mine. “I’m not a teenager anymore, Hadley.” He growls. “I’m all man and as soon as you stop denying me I’ll show you just how much man I am.”
I run my tongue across my lips and let my words come out clear. “I’m not denying you anymore, Ryder.”
His lips collide with mine, and he carries me to my bedroom, stopping at the foot of my bed and dropping me to my feet. His palms cup my face, and he leans in nipping at my bottom lip.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers moving his lips
along my jawbone and up to my ear.
My head falls back granting him the access he is asking for. I drag my hands up his body and slowly glide the tips of my fingers up along the sides of his abdomen, not hesitating to lift his shirt over his head. Taking my earlobe between his teeth, goose bumps prickle my skin all the way down to my toes. I’m so turned on I can barely think straight.
So I don’t.
He pulls my sweater up and over my head, and I reach back and unclasp my bra, letting the soft material fall to the floor.
“I want to worship you, Hadley.” He breathes his words onto my skin. “I want to take my time with you. Show each and every part of your body how much I missed it.”
My knees feel weak with his words. Just the few touches he’s given have shown me how much my body misses his. How comfortable I am with him. I trust him with my body.
Bending down on his knees he reaches for the button on my jeans and carefully unclasps them. He pushes the denim down leaving them bundled up around my ankles. Just as slowly, he lowers my panties that I put on only a half hour earlier. He lifts one foot and then the other untangling me of my clothes. When I think he’s going to lay his mouth between my legs he stands.
Looking down at my body he draws a finger from my neck all the way down to my belly button, stopping just above where I was hoping he would go. “Perfect.” He compliments. “Lay down.”
I do as I’m told and scoot myself all the way to the headboard, my body flat on my back, my knees bent. Ryder leans down and takes his boots off then teasingly lowers his jeans never breaking eye contact. It’s erotic to watch him undress.
Leaning on the bed he grabs my left foot and kisses the top of it, his other hand caresses my leg. He peppers kisses up my ankle, to my calf and then bites my thigh. I jump.
“I’m a little rougher now, Spark, but you’ll like it. I promise,” he speaks, the tone is menacing.
He turns and gives the same attention to my other leg but this time I’m waiting for the bite. When it doesn’t come I relax and he pulls my pussy to his face.
“Do you know how fucking sexy this is down here?” he asks blowing hot breath across before pushing his tongue out and lazily licking up through my folds. I jerk but his arms are now wrapped around my thighs and are holding me down. “Don’t move, Hadley,” he commands kissing my inner thigh and taking little pieces of skin between his teeth.
It doesn’t hurt. It’s fucking hot.
“I won’t.”
“Good girl.”
His mouth is back on me but this time he licks with purpose. Hardening his tongue and rubbing it on me so hard the friction could start a fire. I call out his name and he puts more force behind it. I’m writhing, jerking and wanting him to end the torture but wanting him to keep his mouth there all night.
He leans back far enough to talk. “Come on my face, Spark.” And then his fingers push inside me and his mouth clamps down on my clit, sucking like a vacuum cleaner.
“Oh, God,” I scream as an orgasm crashes down on me. “Oh, shit.”
When my body bows off the bed he allows it and my hands fist the sheets. I realize how loud I’m being but I can’t help it. This is the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had and it doesn’t end. I continue to rub myself into him, not caring if I break his damn nose. I plant my feet down, shoving myself away from his mouth. I can’t take it, it feels too sensitive.
“Holy shit.” I pant out trying to catch my breath. He’s still down on his knees eyeing me like a piece of steak.
Ah, I get it.
Ryder climbs up the bed towards me and kisses me, gripping my ponytail and tugging. His grasp tightens, and it causes my nipples to do the same. The part of my body that was sensitive just a minute ago is now begging for more.
“Do you want more?” he asks like he’s reading my mind.
I turn the tables and bite his lip, hard. “Does that answer your question?”
A sensual smirk crosses his face and he leans back, grabbing my feet and tugging me until I’m on my back again. “Why yes it does.”
My hands grab her wrists and tug them up to the headboard. When securely in place I lower my head to her right breast taking a tight nipple into my mouth. They are just like I remember. The perfect size. I move my hand to the other breast and pinch it as I clamp down on the one my mouth is on. It earns me an erotic moan making my cock twitch in anticipation.
I love that she likes my aggressiveness because I’m about to show her how a good woman should be worshiped and fucked.
Holding her hands down isn’t going to allow me to do the things I want to so I let them go and they immediately find my hair. She pulls tight and her glistening pussy rubs along my torso.
“Patience, Hadley. You need to be patient.” I tsk at her.
She lifts my head up and her green eyes have turned dark, heated. “I have been. I don’t want to be patient anymore. I’m fucking begging you to get inside me. Please!”
“Well,” I tell her, standing up and dropping my boxers down on the ground. “Since you said please.”
I reach down, pulling a condom out of my wallet and slipping it on all while she watches me with heated anticipation. Hadley sits up, her weight resting on her elbows. I kneel on the bed and lean down to kiss her sweet lips. She intoxicates me with her sweet taste. She takes it deeper grabbing my neck and slipping her tongue in my mouth, bringing us down to the sheets.
My fingers reach down, gripping her hips tightly, and she squirms beneath me. My sheathed cock throbs at her entrance and I grab it, using it to rub up and down her folds, spreading her juices, driving her wild. I let go of myself and slip a finger in, earning me another moan from her lips, and curl my fingers up, hitting that familiar spot that used to make her beg me for more. Her body bows off the bed forcing my fingers in deeper.
“You’re so tight, Hadley.” I hover my words over her skin. “And wet. Dammit, you’re fucking soaked.”
Her small fingers reach between us, grasping my rock hard dick. “It’s because I’m ready for you. Please.”
I push myself up and down through her fingers while rapidly fucking her with my own, stretching her to make sure she can handle my girth.
I love how this feels. My body remembers everything–her skin is comforting and her touches familiar. I can’t believe we spent so many years apart and she dated that douche. How could he ever have let her get away?
“Do you want me to make love to you, Hadley?” I ask pulling away from her slightly, looking into lust filled green eyes. “Or do you want me to fuck you because fuck if I don’t want to slam into you right now.”
She stops all motion, her hand still wrapped around my latex clad cock, and looks to me with resolve. “I’m too wound up for you to go slow. Slam into me and make me come again.”
Her words cause me to lose the last bit of control I have. I pull my fingers from her sticking them into my mouth and slowly dragging them out. “So fucking sweet.” I moan as her eyes go wide at the action.
Before she can say anything I line my dick up with her pussy and shove myself in to the hilt, launching her up the bed. She screams out in pleasure. My hands grip underneath her thighs and I send out a warning. “Put your hands against the headboard.”
“Why?” she asks confused.
“Because...” I start pumping slowly. “I don’t want you to hit your head when I start fucking moving.”
She complies, placing the palms of her hand on the wood. It makes her tits stick out further. Without warning I start slamming into her relentlessly. The screams of passion begin again and her breasts start bouncing up and down. It’s fucking mesmerizing.
“Damn, I missed this,” I say as my eyes meet hers. I can see she is loving every second of this, yes, but something else looms between the two of us.
She clenches tightly around me and the feel of it catches me so off guard that I have to slow my pace before I finish too soon. I don’t care if she has had an orgasm already. She will come with
me inside her before I do.
My name comes out barely a whisper. “Ryder...”
“I know, Spark. God I know.” I can feel what we used to have creep up back into me. All the amazing times we had getting to know one another, growing up more that year than any other and doing it together.
Owning her. Taking her virginity and claiming her as mine. She was mine. She is mine. I’ll make sure she knows.
I pick my pace back up, slapping my hips against her–the green of her eyes disappearing as they dilate, never leaving mine. They seem as though they see through me, and they do. She knows me. Even years later she knows me. And as much as I want to own her, she already owns me. Always has. She has my heart and all of this fuels my drive to claim her once again. Show her that there can be no one else.
The silence of the night is filled with our rushed breaths and the slapping of our skin together.
Hadley’s hands drop from the headboard and she grabs onto the bed sheets and holds on for dear life.
“Ryder,” she calls my name again, the knuckles on her hands turning white.
I watch her hold her breath and her head whip from side to side, her chest coming up with each push into her.
“I’ve never seen something so beautiful as you right before you come,” I tell her. Her eyes flash to mine and her teeth secure her bottom lip as she starts to whimper.
“Scream, Spark,” I command. “Yell so the fucking neighbors can hear my name fall from that mouth.”
She lets out another heated moan. “Harder, Ryder. I need it harder,” she begs.
I lift her legs and throw them over my shoulder, before plunging back into her.
“Yes!” she screams as her pussy tightens.
“Tell me how much you want this,” I say wanting to hear how bad she craves me.
Her breathing is ragged, and I spread her legs wider, resting them in the crease of my elbows. I look down watching as my cock, slickened with her arousal, pushes in and pulls out in a rapid pace.