I wanted her.
“Damn it,” I hissed through my teeth. My fists were so tight that my fingers were starting to cramp. I made myself relax.
This was silly. It was two adults having a lighthearted evening. And I was acting like I was a kid and my brother had the bike I wanted.
I hit my head on the wall, wishful for the possibility that hitting it hard enough would switch my mind off and make me stop thinking about her and him and what was going on in there, before I went wild. This whole situation was starting to play with my brain. I was sitting there on the floor when I heard the door open. I shot upright to standing. It was Jake.
“She said to call you,” he said. His face was an apologetic grimace. “I’ll explain later.”
I frowned. I had to fight the urge to say something—anything that I said now I’d regret later—and I just coughed instead, clearing my throat.
“Fine,” I said. I followed him into the bedroom.
In the bedroom the light was dim, but it was enough to see the bed. I stared at it. She lay there, on her back, naked. That pale skin glowed, her face flushed, a soft sheen of sweat trickling down her body between her pale-skinned breasts. She was smiling, her eyes half closed. I could see her lips were swollen with kissing. She looked aroused.
My whole body ached to possess her. She was so beautiful with that muscled, trained body glistening in the light of the lamps. She was older than the women I was used to, but with that sinewy grace and that smooth, firm skin that suggested a body responsive and mature and experienced and ready for pleasure in a way I hadn’t dreamed of yet.
“Hi,” she said, her eyes big and shiny. She smiled, her voice low and sweet. “Good to have you with us.”
“I, um…we were playing a bit of a game,” Jake said awkwardly. “I had to um, try and satisfy her first.”
“Indeed,” she purred. “Which you did. And now I think I want something else.”
Something else? Was it my turn?
“Yes?” I coughed. My throat was closed.
“Yes,” she continued in a voice that shivered across my skin, making my entire body tingle with wanting. “What I want now is just hands, guys. Both of you. Come on, join me.”
She shifted on the bed and Jake sat down beside her. She faced me. Her eyes assessed my face, sparkling in a way that made me glow with hopefulness.
“Okay,” she said. “You get the top end, he gets the bottom end.”
I closed my eyes, feeling my entire body contract as she consigned me to stimulating her breasts. It didn’t seem quite fair that he was at her knees, his hand already stroking between her thighs. The way his hand, dark-tanned and veined, was pressing against the pale smoothness of her legs, held me transfixed. I couldn’t look away. With a teasing stare at me, he moved up, parting those silky wet folds and sliding a finger in between them in a way that made me stare, compelled, even though I desperately wished I hadn’t.
She turned to face me.
“Okay,” she said. “I need to sit up. Come on.”
She slid forward and she leaned on me, so my hands could access her breasts. Her nipples were hard and pointed and I felt them tighten as I touched them. My poor cock ached with the need for release. I was behind her, staring at her body from my vantage behind her shoulder—her whole lovely expanse spread out before me of breasts, belly and that sweet place that Jake stroked.
“Okay,” she said. “Now let’s start.”
She let Jake spread her knees wider and I tried not to watch as he slid his whole hand between her thighs. I didn’t want to watch this but I couldn’t help it as I stared, transfixed. He parted her folds wider and I saw his finger reach between them, playing with her clit. She moaned and leaned back, and I felt her body responding as he gently rolled and pinched it, pressing her in a way that I wouldn’t have thought of but which was nevertheless clearly working.
She was making small panting noises and I could see his fingers working harder, the wetness from her spreading up them as he stroked and pressed and pulled.
I groaned and kneaded her breasts, trying to be as careful as I could and arouse her at the same time. I knew she’d been hurt in the past and I didn’t want to hurt her more. I don’t know how I knew that—I just did.
He had less qualms though and I watched as he pushed his fingers into her, making her wince and then start to scream. He was working with his wrist, pushing faster now, much faster and I tensed as my own body started responding to her movements, backward pushes that connected hard with my long-suffering cock. I could feel her starting to get closer and closer and it was at once the sweetest thing and the hardest thing I’d ever seen as she shifted and groaned and then screamed aloud.
She came.
I felt the tremor of it, and I came too. It was ridiculous, but the stimulation of seeing her in the throes of her own pleasure was so great that I felt my body react against her back. She collapsed and I leaned forward, sighing desperately. I was through.
He was still aroused, and I saw him reach for her. He didn’t do anything, though. Grinning, he stood, walking to the bathroom.
“I have some business to take care of—I’ll take the matter in hand,” he called over his shoulder. He winked at me, making it clear that he meant jerking off.
I sighed. He was leaving me here with her alone. The message was clear—he wanted me to have time getting with her also. I appreciated the gesture. I just couldn’t comply.
I wasn’t ready anymore.
I felt her shift in my arms and she looked up at me. “Well?” she asked breathily.
I went pink.
“I…I came,” I said.
She smiled and rolled over. She was leaning on my chest now, looking up at me with those unbearably stunning eyes. She pressed those pale breasts onto me and I wrapped my arms around her and held her close.
She is so beautiful. I feel so honored, so lucky.
To my surprise, my heart jolted as she lay against me. I was worse than aroused, I realized. I was starting to feel far more than physically attracted. I held her and closed my eyes and I wanted to weep at the pain my heart was putting me in and which I was utterly unable to resist.
CHAPTER 7: RYANNE
I felt incredible. I lay there looking up into Tyler’s eyes, with my whole lower body still flaring with pleasure after the most amazing climax I’d ever had. I couldn’t believe how amazing it’d felt.
“Mm,” I smiled up at him. His eyes met mine.
I found myself staring into those brown depths. I didn’t want to feel anything, but I did. It was weird. They were so full of feeling—so full of care—that I felt something funny in my heart. I didn’t want to feel like that. I looked away. Rolled over again so that I lay on my back and couldn’t see his eyes.
“I’m glad you came,” I said distantly. “I did.”
He laughed. I wasn’t looking at his face, but I could tell it wasn’t an amused sound—not entirely.
“I heard,” he said.
I smiled. “Was I that bad?”
This time, he did laugh. “I wouldn’t have called it bad. Not ever.”
That made me chuckle. I moved up the bed so my head was pillowed comfortably. I stayed looking at the ceiling as my body calmed down, my heart rate returning to normal again.
“Say,” I said, amused. “Jake sure is taking time.”
He snorted. “I guess he is.”
I raised a brow. “I bet you jerk off better?”
He coughed. I realized it was a stifled laugh when I sat up, unable to resist seeing what my words were doing, and saw him grin.
“You know, I never challenged him to a contest.”
I laughed. “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised. I don’t think it’s the kind of competition people tend to have?”
He grinned mirthlessly. “Never underestimate the things college guys might do. Or high school guys, even worse. We’ll always exceed your lowest expectations.”
This time it was my turn to
laugh. I did. Loudly. “I’ll remember that,” I said. “It makes me glad I don’t have a son.”
He frowned. “You wouldn’t want one?”
“I never thought about it,” I admitted. “I don’t ever really think about having kids.”
That was true, for the largest part. I had a brief spate of wondering about it when I turned thirty—the age when women often start thinking about their biological clock. Now, at thirty-eight, I had kind of stopped worrying about it. I wondered if I ever wanted kids, I could make a plan. I was blessed with the financial support to choose medical help should I discover I was no longer able to without. And that was the last thought I ever gave it.
He snorted. “I guess I stopped thinking about it too.”
I rolled over again, so I could lean up, looking into his eyes. “Why? You’re not that old,” I said, curious.
He chuckled. “I’m thirty.”
“Wow,” I said with some sarcasm. “You know how old I am?”
“Thirty?” he said.
I grinned. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” I said. My voice was a bit sour when I said it, I had to admit. I was sure he was joking with me.
He didn’t say anything.
“I’m thirty-eight,” I said bluntly. As the words left my mouth, I wondered why the heck I’d mentioned it. He looked surprised.
“Really?”
I closed my eyes, instantly regretting what I’d said. I didn’t want his attitude to change. If he thought I was thirty, I should have let him think that. Now, would he think badly of me? I guessed it was something I had to face. I looked into his eyes. To my astonishment, he was smiling.
“What?” If this was one of my previous boyfriends, they would be about to say something undermining. At least, I knew Levine would have. I held my breath, waiting for it.
“Wow. I mean it,” he said. “I hope I’m that hot when I’m thirty-eight.”
I laughed. “I will take that as a compliment,” I said. “I guess it is one.”
“No,” he said insistently. “It isn’t. Just true.”
He looked quite hurt, as if my daring to suggest he flattered me had somehow offended him. I smiled at him.
“You know,” I said with a smile, “I would never have thought football players could be gallant. You, Tyler, are quite gallant.”
“Now you’re teasing me,” he said.
I flipped over onto my tummy and looked at him. He was leaning on the wall, that well-formed, stunning body beautiful and lean under the gentle warmth of the lighting. I wanted to touch him. He looked more handsome than anything I could imagine. His face looked sad.
“No,” I said sincerely. “I’m not teasing. You are gallant. And I like it.”
He snorted. “I’m just like any other guy,” he said dismissively.
That made me angry. “How the heck would you know?” I asked. “It’s not like you’re aware of how most guys treat most girls. Let me tell you, it’s rare for them to be gallant.”
He looked surprised. I felt surprised. Why was I being like this? This was some random guy I’d met in a bar, and here I was taking to him more intimately than I spoke to anyone I knew. This was dumb.
“I’m going to the bathroom,” I said angrily.
This time he really smiled. “You’ll walk in on Jake. And I don’t know if you want to see him jerking off?”
I looked into his brown eyes, and we both started laughing. My heart went out to him, and I shook my head, just enjoying the shared joke.
At that moment, Jake walked in. He looked from me to Tyler, shaking his head. He looked completely confused, like the last thing he’d expected was to walk out and find us chatting together like this.
He shook his head. “What’s so funny, guys?”
“N…nothing,” I said. His distress made the whole situation even funnier and the more I tried not to laugh, the harder it got to do anything about it. I ended up sitting on the bed, shaking with mirth. “He…we said that you were…oh! Tell him!” I protested.
Tyler laughed. “We were just trying to figure out what was taking you so long in there,” he said. I could hear the humor in his voice too and knew that he was probably trying as hard not to laugh as I was.
“Oh,” he said. When I looked at him again he was smiling. “Well, I guess you guessed, huh?” he asked.
“Yes,” Tyler was blushing. “Yeah, Jake.”
He chuckled. Came and sat down on the bed. He looked at me with a grin, then at Tyler. His face was more serious when he glanced in Tyler’s direction. It seemed like he was asking him a question. Tyler went quiet. I wondered what that was about.
I frowned. “So,” I said, looking at Jake. “Are you guys going to leave me in peace at some point?”
He laughed. “I guess we should, Ryanne,” he said.
I nodded. “Probably. I know it’s Sunday tomorrow, but I’m sure you have to do things, and I know I do. So…” I left the sentence hanging.
Jake nodded. “We’ll leave now,” he said. “It’s still pretty early.”
I looked at the clock. They must have got here around eight. It was not quite midnight. I nodded. “Yeah. You need to call a cab or something?”
Jake shook his head. “I drove here.”
“Oh?” I frowned. “How did you find the place?”
“I noticed where we were last time—when we turned left of San Vincente boulevard, I kinda worked out where we were from there.”
“Oh?” I was impressed. “Hell. Good directional skills.”
He grinned. “Well, I guess they’re useful on the field.”
I shrugged. I wasn’t all that into football, actually, which I guessed was fairly ironic, all things considered. But I didn’t know that much about it. “I guess.”
We all looked a bit uneasy. I guess maybe it had just occurred to them that I knew nothing about them, just like they knew nothing about me. We had only just met, really. It was a weird circumstance.
“Well,” Jake said, standing up again. “Tyler? We’re going?”
Tyler looked at him. His face was unreadable. At least to me. Jake just turned away and started getting his clothes together.
“I believe if we go back via the boulevard we can maybe go past the gas station? I need to fill up, if I want to get home,” Jake said, talking almost to himself as he got dressed. I went along with the general mood, tidying my room, heading through to the bathroom to refresh myself a bit.
“Fine,” I heard Tyler say savagely. “Why don’t we just do that, then?”
I closed the bathroom door, feeling my heart thump. Dammit, I thought. I had gone and made Tyler fond of me. And that was terrible.
It was absolutely the last thing I wanted.
I splashed my face under the cold tap and thought about it. What could I do? I didn’t want to get involved with anyone. Not yet, anyhow. And not someone high profile. All I needed was images of me with a football player all over gossip sites for my reputation to go straight down the charts, and my investor confidence would go straight down with it. I was not—absolutely not—doing that.
“You need to do something,” I told myself sternly. I had absolutely no idea what, though.
I had one of two clear possibilities. The first was simply to do nothing. Just to hope that the boys had decided that they’d had enough thrills for one lifetime and that they didn’t want any more. Now that Tyler knew I was almost forty, maybe they would get that into their heads. I was fairly confident that would happen without my having to do anything about it.
If they were the kind of people who wouldn’t be put off by that, then I had only one other option—and that was to make them both hate me by playing them off against each other.
The thought intrigued me. As an idea, with the two of them out of sight, it had a certain amusing thrill to it that appealed to my mischief. I could fully imagine doing that—setting them up as rivals so that first they turned on each other and then their longstanding friendship made them both hate m
e.
I dried my face and tiptoed out into the bedroom—my bedroom.
The first thing I noticed was Tyler’s eyes. They were focused on me like to dark-brown lasers, only with a mix of sweetness and pain in them that something like a laser never had. I felt my heart tighten and I knew in that moment that no matter how much the idea of making a rivalry appealed to me on paper, in practice it was going to be a different story. The second thing I noticed was how silent they were.
Jake was sitting on a stool with his back to Tyler, tying his shoelaces in a way that suggested he was deliberately ignoring him. Tyler was half-dressed. His trousers were on, but that stunning, muscled chest was naked. I found my heart starting to pound.
“So,” he said tightly. “We’re on our way.”
“Yes,” I said, noncommittal. “I guess.”
Jake nodded. “We’ll leave you in peace, Ryanne.”
I raised a brow. “Good,” I said thinly. “I need my beauty sleep.”
Jake laughed. “It works. Just so you know.”
“Thank you,” I said dryly. He grinned and I found myself truly appreciating the fact that he was unable, apparently, to take anything seriously.
“Well?” he said, finishing with the laces and standing, reaching for a jacket I didn’t even notice he’d had before. “So, Tyler? We’re dressed?”
“Yes,” he said tightly. “We can go.”
I smiled, but in reality I was both annoyed and a little hurt. Why did he have to go being like this, spoiling what was simply lighthearted playing?
“Well, good,” I quipped, though I could hear a harshness in my voice that surprised me. “More room for me.”
Jake laughed but Tyler looked at me in a way I wasn’t sure how to interpret.
When they had gone, I tidied and sat down. I still felt amazing, with every part of me feeling like it had been removed and sewn back on again revitalized and renewed. I was tingling and glowing.
I also, I realized as I lay down on my bed, exhausted, felt a little sad. I couldn’t have put a finger on why. I sighed and stood. It was getting late. I hadn’t been joking—I really did want to catch up on sleep. I stretched and headed through to the kitchen. I would make myself something warm to drink and then settle down to sleep.
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