I just nod at him, too emotional to speak.
“Do you want to know why I chose it?” I nod again and look up at him through my tear-filled eyes. “So it’s a heart because you own my heart…” I can’t help the happy sob that erupts from my throat at his words, “and it has a little forget-me-not at the end, look.” He points at the necklace, “to remind us of who brought us together.”
That’s it - I’m completely gone. I cover my face with my hands to try to hide from the other customers around us. I feel Ryan come up next to me and pull me into his side so I can cry on his shoulder. He rubs his hand up and down my back soothingly. “Shhhh, it’s okay,” he whispers in my ear. When my tears have subsided, I pull back and look into his eyes.
“Thank you; it’s the most amazing gift anyone has ever given me.” I feel myself well up again at the look on his face.
“Really?” “Really. I can’t believe you found something so perfect.”
“Nor could I. It was in the first shop I went in, like a sign from above or something.” I smile at the thought of Hannah sorting him out. “Can I?” he asks, gesturing towards the necklace. I nod, lift my hair, and turn away from him so he can put it on me. “It’s platinum, so it won’t tarnish easily.”
“This must have cost you a bloody fortune, Ryan,” I scold.
“Stop going on about money. You are worth every penny I have spent this weekend. Just seeing that smile on your face makes it more than worth it.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
I’d just about pulled myself together by the time the waitress returned with our desserts. Mulled winter fruit bread and butter pudding for me, and a cheese board for Ryan. Just like everything else I had eaten tonight, it was out of this world. I have tried really hard to keep any appreciative noises I feel like making when I eat it to a minimum. Ryan’s words from the summer about every guy in the place being hard for me were ringing in my ears throughout the meal. There is only one man in the world I want hard for me and he is sat opposite, smiling at me.
We enjoy coffees at the end of the meal before getting a taxi back to the cabin.
We are about ten minutes away now, and I can’t stop smiling and playing with my new piece of jewellery around my neck. Ryan has his hand resting on my thigh, and keeps looking at me every couple of minutes and laughs because I’m still doing the same thing and have the same dopey look on my face. I can’t help it; it’s just perfect. He’s just perfect. The necklace is an open heart design. The largest side is filled in with diamonds, while the other side is solid platinum with a solid forget-me-not flower sitting at the end and joining the heart up. There is another diamond sat in the centre of the flower that is in a gold setting. It is just beautiful and it means so much.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even notice Ryan pay the driver, then get out of the car. It’s not until he opens my door that I come out of my daydream.
“Did you go somewhere nice?” Ryan says, laughing at me.
“Hmmm,” is all I say as he lifts me out of the taxi so I don’t have to try to walk on the stones with my blistered-up feet. He really is the sweetest guy in the world, and he’s all mine. Halfway to the cabin, my stomach growls loudly.
“Is your stomach still feeling weird?”
“Yeah, a little, but I have consumed a lot of food and wine today. I’ll be fine.”
“Good, because I’m dying to see how your dress looks on the floor!”
I take the key off Ryan and unlock the door for us, before closing it and locking it up again once we are inside. He only stops just long enough for me to do that before he is whisking me off to the bedroom. Once there, he stands me on my feet and backs me up to the wall. He stares right in to my eyes before his hands go to the buttons on my coat. The look in his eyes is so intense my knees feel a little weak.
Within seconds, my coat is pulled off my arms and thrown across the room. His lips are then immediately on mine and he’s kissing me like I’m the air he needs to breath. The love and desire he pours into his kiss makes me feel like a million dollars, and I pray to God he feels the same depth of emotion in my returning kiss. He breaks the kiss way before I’m ready for it to end, and starts trailing kisses along my jaw and down my neck. When he gets to the sweet spot under my ear, he grazes his teeth over it, making me shiver with pleasure. He continues his kisses down over my collarbone and follows the edge of my dress over my cleavage, before dipping his tongue in between my breasts, making me moan. He then does the same up the other side of my dress before I feel his hands going to my back to find my zip. When his fingers find the tiny bit of metal, he pulls down so slowly whilst sucking on my neck that I want to scream at him. His patience is way better than mine! Eventually, he has my dress completely undone. He pulls his head back at the same time his hands go to my shoulders and gently push the straps off, and he watches as the fabric float down to a puddle on the floor around my feet. I feel my body heat up as his eyes slowly make their way back up and take in the underwear he bought for me. He runs his hands slowly down my arms, making goose bumps pop up in their wake. He takes my hands in his and gently tugs me so I step forward, away from the wall and out of my dress.
He stands at arm’s length and has another perusal of my body. My thong is soaking wet already, just from having his eyes on my body, and my breath is coming out in pants. He lets go of one of my hands, then lifts my other above my head and gestures for me to turn around, which I do willingly. Having my body on show like this should embarrass me, but it’s not at all - I’m just totally turned on and I can tell by his straining trousers that he is as well. I hear him growl at the back of his throat when he takes in my thong-clad arse. Thongs aren’t my usual choice, but hearing how much he seems to love it makes me want to throw out all my old underwear and just wear them for him. When I’m face to face with him again, I’m shocked by the colour of his eyes. They are darker than I have ever seen them before, and they are shining as bright as the sun.
I reach my hands up to start undoing the buttons on his shirt. I lean forward and kiss the bit of skin I reveal each time I open another one, until I hit the fly of his trousers. I stand back up straight and push his shirt off his shoulder and watch it float to the floor like he did with my dress. The moment his shirt hits the floor, it’s like his patience snaps and he grabs me roughly and throws me on the bed. I can’t help the squeal of shock that comes out of me when my back hits the mattress. I lift my head up and watch Ryan pull his shoes and socks off, then his trousers and boxers, before crawling up my body and searching out my lips and kissing me deeply. We make out like teenagers for what feels like hours, just kissing and running our hands over each other’s bodies. I couldn’t imagine anything more perfect. Eventually, Ryan gets fed up of the barrier between us, and pulls me on top of him so that he can reach behind me and undo my bra. He slides it slowly down my arms, making me shiver again.
“You’re perfect, Molly.” I realise neither of us has said anything since we’ve been inside the cabin.
“So are you,” I whisper while I run my hands over the muscles of his stomach and chest before finding his lips again. This time though, I am straddling him, so I slowly grind myself against his length. I can tell it’s getting him close because he is breathing faster and faster. I can’t say I’m too far away either, mind you.
“Molly,” he pants, “if you don’t stop, I’m gonna blow all over my stomach.” I take that as my cue to move, so I back up down his legs and settle myself on my knees next to the bed. As soon as I’m there, I waste no time in grabbing him and taking him straight to the back of my mouth. Feeling brave, I go a little further than I usually would. “Fuuuuucking hell, Molly,” he growls out, giving me the encouragement I need to continue. It only takes seconds before he twitches in my hand and I feel his cum sliding down my throat while he groans out my name.
When he’s finished, I pull back and look at him. He is panting hard and looks completely spen
t. “That. Was. Amazing,” he says between breaths.
I stand up in front of him and he grabs my hips and starts kissing and licking my stomach. When he kisses the patch of skin just above the fabric of my thong, a huge rush of heat pools between my legs and my clit starts to throb. I squeeze my thighs together but it does nothing to relieve it; I need him now.
“Ryan, please,”
“If you insist, gorgeous,” he says, gently pulling my underwear down my legs. He taps my ankles to indicate I need to step out.
“You’re keeping the shoes on, though.” I wasn’t intending on taking them off. I saw the way he stared at them earlier. I still cannot believe he bought me Louboutins. They are dusky pink (obviously) platform peep toe sling backs, and I fucking love them.
When I’m stood in nothing but my shoes, he leans himself back on his elbows and looks me up and down with a hungry look on his face.
“Come up here,” he demands. I crawl up his body until I’m straddling him again and lower my head down towards his. “As much as I love your face, that wasn’t what I meant,” he says, smiling cheekily at me. “I want to taste you. Now.” I feel rush of butterflies go through my stomach at his words. I continue crawling up his body until I am straddling his face.
“That’s more like it,” he growls, before licking from my entrance up to my clit in one long sweep, making my whole body flinch. His hands come up to grab my hips. He pulls me down a little more, then holds me in place before he starts eating me like he hasn’t had a meal in weeks. I lean my hands back on his chest because what he is doing to me is making me too weak to hold myself up. He releases one of my hips so he can reach up and palm my breasts before pinching my nipples, making me whimper and my entire body shake with my impending release. He pushes his tongue into me as deep as it will go, and moves his hand from my breasts to my clit. He pinches it between his thumb and forefinger and it pushes me over the cliff.
“Ryyyyyyyyaaaaaan,” I scream into the cabin, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through my body. I’m just coming down from my high when my stomach turns over. “Oh God, I’m going to be sick,” I say, quickly jumping up and running to the toilet where I empty my stomach. Ryan isn’t far behind me; he holds my hair and rubs my back until I have nothing left to throw up. I slump against the wall next to the toilet, too scared to go too far yet as Ryan wets a flannel for me and wipes my sweaty forehead.
“I’m so sorry, I’ve totally ruined our night.”
“Shut up, Molls, you can’t help being ill. You said your stomach's not been right all night. Maybe we shouldn’t have…you know,” he says, tilting his head in the direction of the bedroom.
“No, that was awesome.”
“Yeah, it really was.” Ryan walks off then returns a couple of minutes later with a glass of water. He sits down on the bathroom floor with me and passes it over. I take a few sips but regret it instantly as it comes straight back up. When I’ve finished, I cuddle into Ryan’s side and close my eyes, hoping the sick feeling will subside. I must have fallen asleep there because the next thing I know, I wake up in Ryan’s arms as he carries me to bed. He gently places me down and pulls the covers around me. I instantly fall back to sleep.
Chapter Seven
Ryan
I lie awake watching Molly sleep for hours. I’d hate to fall asleep and for her to be ill again and I wasn’t there for her. I feel awful; I should have insisted we just go to bed when we got in after she said her stomach still didn’t feel right, but I was selfish. She looks so beautiful in her sleep, so peaceful and relaxed. At some point I must have drifted off, because the next thing I know I’m being woken by the sound of Molly heaving again. I quickly get up and go to her; she is again hunched over the toilet as I hold her hair and rub her back like I did last night. I’m not really sure what else to do.
“It’s okay, you go back to bed,” She says once she’s stopped being sick. She’s kidding, right?
“Don’t be stupid, I’m staying with you. Even if that means we sleep on the bathroom floor.” She smiles sweetly at me for a few seconds before she returns to having her head down the toilet. The rest of the night continues the same. We go back to be for a while but then she is up again. Needless to say, neither of us gets much sleep.
It is now nine am and she has been asleep for a solid three hours without waking up to be sick. I hate the thought of having to wake her, but we are meant to be out of here by ten at the latest. I quickly decide to go and see if the owners are in to ask if they can give us any longer. I leave a note on my pillow in case Molly wakes up and can’t find me, then head out towards the farmhouse.
When I get back ten minutes later the first thing I do is check on Molly but she is in the exact same position she was when I left her, which is a relief. I hated the thought of her waking up and me not being here. I am grateful that the owners agreed to let us stay until twelve, but we have to be out then as they have another couple coming this afternoon. They were really lovely and even offered us their guest room if Molly was still too unwell to travel. I hope that isn’t the case because I know she would rather be at home than in some stranger’s house.
I start packing and loading everything into the car that I can without waking her. I have everything done bar our suitcases and at eleven o’clock I decide I can’t wait any longer and have to wake her up. I take her in a glass of water and a cup of tea just in case she wants either. I sit myself up against the headboard and softly repeat her name until I see her start to move. I would normally gently shake her but I don’t want to do anything to upset her stomach.
“Molly,” I say one last time just before her eyes open and she looks up at me. Molly is always going to be beautiful to me, but even I can see she looks pretty rough this morning.
“Morning, gorgeous. How are you feeling?” She just groans in response so I take that as not good. “I managed to get us a couple more hours here but we need to be out by twelve because there is another couple coming this afternoon. The owners said if you’re too unwell to travel we could stay in one of their guest rooms.
“No, I’ll be okay. I’d rather get home. What time is it now?” Molly’s voice is all gravelly; her throat must be killing her.
“It’s just gone eleven. I brought you water and tea. Would you like to try either?” I watch as she sits herself up carefully against the headboard and waits to see if anything is going to happen.
“Water please.” I hand it over and watch as she takes tiny little sips every minute or so.
“You stay there. I’m going to pack up the rest of our stuff.”
“No, I’ll help.”
“Like hell you will. You’re ill, stay in bed,” I say a little more firmly than intended. “Sorry, that came out a little harsh.” I walk over and give her a kiss on the forehead and the end of her nose to make up for it.
“It’s okay, I know you’re only looking after me.”
She watches me scurry around the bedroom and in and out of the bathroom, packing all our things away. I leave some comfortable clothes out for her to put on when she gets up, but other than that everything is away. I help Molly get up and dressed even though she insists she is fine. Once she has had a quick wash and brushed her teeth I zip up the case and carry it out to the car.
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay travelling?”
“There is only one way to find out.”
I do one last check of the cabin to make sure we have everything before helping Molly to the car. She puts her chair back a little, leans her head back and closes her eyes. It only takes ten minutes before I hear her snoring lightly next to me. To my relief, she sleeps all the way home. She wakes up just as we are pulling into the drive.
“Did I sleep all the way here?” she asks, a little confused.
“You sure did. That’s a hell of a lot better than puking all the way here though!” I say with a laugh.
“True.”
I get Molly upstairs and settled on the sofa under the blanket.
She’s not happy about not helping again, but she doesn’t have a choice. I put the TV on for her, then go about unloading the car.
It’s mid afternoon my the time I’ve got everything sorted, and my stomach is growling, telling me I haven’t eaten since this morning.
“Molls, do you want to try eating something? I could make you some toast?”
“Yeah, okay,” she says back over the sofa.
I make her toast with a little bit of butter on, then melt some cheese on mine. I’m just walking back to the living room when I pass the dining table and remember the present I organised for Molly today. I place our plates on the coffee table in front of her before I go back and grab the present.
“What’s that?” she asks when she sees it in my hand.
“Today’s present.”
“Oh.”
I hand it over to her and she pokes at the wrapping paper, looking a little perplexed.
“Open it then.” I’m looking forward to seeing what’s inside as much as she is. She rips open the paper then turns it over.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, then covers her smiling mouth in shock. I look down at what’s in her hand and take in the multipicture frame I bought before we went away full with the photos I took of us while we were in the cabin. There are a couple of us in the hot tub – no, not showing any nudity, I might add. Some out on our walk, just chilling on the sofa, in bed, and finally at the restaurant last night. It is exactly what I wanted.
“How did you get this done?” she asks.
“I bought the frame last week then I sent Holly all the photos I took while we were there and she printed them and dropped this off here this morning for you.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Her eyes look like they are filling up with tears again. I really need to stop making her cry.
“I realised we don’t have many photos of us together so I thought this would be a good start.”
“It’s awesome,” she says, putting it down on the sofa next to her.
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