But then, I just had to get nosy.
“Fuck it, Lexi,” I sighed.
My own story was nowhere near as tragic as his. My dad had been gone for a long time; I could even argue that I missed the idea of him, rather than missing him, because I barely remembered him. Mom and I had never quite gotten along, so that was nothing new. For Ryan and his son, though, the wound was fresh, and I couldn’t help feeling sorry for the little boy that had lost his mom too early.
I hesitated in the hallway upstairs, but with a sigh, I went back to my room.
Ryan had woken me up for a shower, but all I’d done was wash my face, brush my teeth, and wipe myself down. I’d tried to hurry so I could go out to meet Ryan, and he probably just didn’t notice. Now, though, I wanted that shower.
I stripped and dropped my clothes on the floor as I went to the bathroom. I turned the water on and waited for it to warm up. I glanced at myself in the bathroom mirror, running my hands through my hair. Internally, though, I was worried about Ryan.
After a few seconds, I reached my hand under the spray, and while it was only a little warm, it was better than icy cold. I stepped under the spray, ducking my head under it to let it soak my hair before pushing it back and blinking my eyes open, only for them to grow wide as I saw Ryan there, pulling off his boxers then coming toward me.
“Shhh,” he placed his finger to my lips then he reached out to the side and took a sponge. He uses the sponge to clean around my breasts keeping his eyes on mine. He’s bathing me, cleansing my troubles away and I close my eyes and let him. He releases some of the water and my breasts ease and relax as it drips down them. He changes position and I sit on the bench at the edge of the bath. He kneels in front of me and opens my legs and then he moves the sponge gently over my exposed body.
He starts circling the sponge across my neck while giving extra care and attention as I tilt my head from side-to-side. I keep my eyes closed. If I open them, I’ll be tempted to kiss him or want him to put his length inside of me. He moves the sponge between my legs while gently caressing my pussy, making sure not to deeply penetrate it, but just brushing it with the strands.
I groan as my wetness takes over, my pussy starts to throb harder while he moves gently in and out of me. Then, he stands up and glides it around my leg until he gets to my foot. As he holds onto my foot, he rubs the back of the sole of my foot and sucks on my big toe. He bites it lightly, I frown and open my eyes, and he whispers, “Relax.”
With his soft but demanding tone, I forget all of my worries. I relax my head back and release my hair with my arms hanging down to the sides, and I let him guide my sexual thoughts and movements. I let him continue to bathe my naked body, and I love it.
“Better?” he asks while he continues to lift my legs simultaneously brushing the sponge against them, making my pussy walls scream for him to push his length against them. He holds both of my legs, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I know where we’re going and I can feel his cock getting more erect by the second as he’s moving up and down teasing me.
“Put it in,” I demand with confidence. He’s changed this innocent virgin from Tulse Hill into a sex fiend, and he knows it.
Is it him, or the way he pleases me?
He moves away and says, “Come.”
We’re both dripping with bubbles covering most of our bodies and making a complete mess. I try and make sure I don’t slip, not only do I not have my contacts in, but my legs feel weak after the sensations he’s been giving me for the last few minutes.
As we enter, he puts the water on lukewarm, and it sprinkles all over our bodies. I lift my arms and flick my hair to the back of me. It forms a line to the arch of my back. He presses my back into the glass wall and then lifts me up. I’m elevated against the wall with only one thing left for him to do. He pushes his length inside me with one long slide.
No caution.
No warning.
He just thrusts himself inside of me. His big, fat cock enters me, and my pussy walls cover it like all their prayers have been answered.
I yell out, “Yes, Yes, Yes!” Water is running down my throat. My nipples are crushed against his chest, and my sex is crying out for him to fuck me. Shit, this man knows how to fuck a girl. I welcome it with open arms.
“That’s my girl. You feel that?”
I hold onto his shoulders and don’t respond. I pant as he thrusts into me harder. My nipples turn into pebbles as the water bursts over my body removing the sweat of our intensity. Every thrust feels like a release of his frustration. Every dig in his back is the depth of my anxiety. Every scream for him giving me the fuck of a lifetime. I hold onto him for dear life as he pushes my back harder against the glass wall.
I can’t believe that he’s making me feel this way. The sensations running through me are driving me mad. He cries out in ecstasy as I dig harder into his back.
“I want you to want me,” he says as he withdraws his dick and I slump down after I climax so hard around him. I’m still shaking like a withering leaf in the wind and my legs drop like jelly. My cunt walls cry like an injured child as he looks me in the eye and I try to focus on the water splattering all over my hair and my balance is in his control.
Is the great and powerful Ryan Gold, succumbing to feelings for me?
“I want you to want me,” he chants again forcefully as his length decreases after jetting his come inside me. I want to deny him the pleasure, so I avoid looking into his eyes but wipe the water splattering into my eyes.
You’re up to your old tricks! I know what you want.
We stand next to each other like two lost souls. He’s demanding that I look him in the eyes. Feeling broken about my lack of response and trying to figure out what’s going on inside my head, he moves my hand and then he turns my head toward him. He’s ignoring the water which is separating us, and I can’t resist any longer, and I say what is going on inside my brain.
“I want you,” I reply shakily, almost whispering as I surrender to him. His cock reacts to my words like a magnet because it’s erect and shoots up, back inside of me with force. This time, he wants to hurt me. He’s more vigorous, and with his tongue moving fervently in my mouth. I hold onto his head as if for dear life and with the same urgency. I need him to love me. I don’t want to be used. Please Ryan, don’t let this be a trick, I scream inside my mind
“I fucking want you,” I scream out even louder, through the glass walls. I feel the shake with him pounding in and out of me like a basketball on a court. In and out it rubs against my cunt walls as I shout it louder each and every time he penetrates me.
“I. Fucking. Want. You!”
He cries out as I dig harder into his back. He needs to make me finish. I’m so close to the edge.
He grunts so loudly while his movements are faster and I know him well; he’s about to come. He then pushes the button to turn off the water.
Panting and exhausted from our episode in the shower, he asks, “Did you mean it?”
I nod and then gently press my lips against his. “I mean every word.”
He carries me to the bed with water dripping down our bodies. His limp dick bounces up and down against my pussy. He delicately places me on the bed and then goes back to the bathroom, and gets towels. With the same gentleness, he dries my hair. I admire his softness and smile as he moves on and dries rest of my body.
I’m unable to speak while he dries himself and then pulls back the covers for us to crawl inside. I lay on top of him, with his arms wrapped around me. I squeeze him so tight, and he kisses the top of my head.
Chapter 19 - Ryan
I sighed as I dressed up in my room. I pulled on a pair of slacks and a white button-down shirt, then a tie and a belt. I pulled on a pair of socks and dress shoes. I already had a watch picked out, left on my nightstand with my phone, and I picked it up, checking the time before fastening it on my wrist.
“I’m going to be late,” I muttered, then let out another sigh. “Fuc
k. I don’t want to go.”
It was the first time I’d admitted it out loud, even if only to myself. But I had to remind myself that I technically still had work to do. I’d been neglecting it, and this was too important to just blow off.
Fully dressed, I picked up my phone and put it in my pocket, then pulled on a coat over my shirt, the same navy blue as the slacks.
“At least there’s time for breakfast,” I mused to myself, leaving my room.
I was several minutes late, but I’d already sent word to the kitchen to let them know I’d be having breakfast in the dining room, so to just set a place for me. I walked slowly down the stairs, and when I made it to the dining room, I found Lexi already there, seated but not eating.
“Why aren’t you eating?” I asked.
She must have been lost in thought, because I surprised her when I suddenly spoke, and she jumped, then whirled around to look at me.
“H-hey,” she stuttered slightly, a blush forming on her cheeks. “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d show up for breakfast.”
I’d told her about the trip already, yesterday, and she wasn’t happy with me because of it. She was, of course, part of the reason why I didn’t want to go. I hadn't had time to explain to her anything about the trip, but I felt a little hopeful she would listen to me now. The last thing I wanted was to leave with her feeling upset at me.
I pulled out my chair and sat down and the entire time my eyes didn’t leave hers.
“I wanted to eat with you one last time before I go,” I said honestly. “I’m sorry I have to leave.”
She looked down, her shoulders slumped. “It’s work,” she said dully. “I guess I can say I understand. I was starting to wonder if you even had a job.”
The joke fell flat, and there was an awkward moment between us. Conscious of time ticking away, I served some food on my plate and poured myself a mug of coffee. I didn’t usually take it with sugar, preferring my coffee black, but I would be on a plane for several hours, so I added some sugar before taking a sip. I grimaced at how sweet it tasted, but drank it down anyway.
“Please eat,” I said to Lexi when she didn’t make a move to do the same. She met my eyes for a second, then she sighed. But I was glad to see her get some food for herself.
She served herself quietly. I took a peek at my watch, then continued to eat. I didn’t know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut. It was out of character for me, to back down from anything, unless it came to my family. But, I was quickly coming to realize Lexi was one of the people I was willing to make compromises for. I hadn't known her that long, and yet I felt so close to her…
I looked up, coming out of my daydreams when she cleared her throat. She was obviously to get my attention, and she had it instantly. She didn’t look up, and for a moment I thought she was really just clearing her throat and not trying to catch my attention. But then, she spoke.
“Can I ask? Where you’re going?”
“I’m going to Germany,” I said quietly. “It’s an important business deal for my company, and it’s not something I can delegate. I have to be there personally, or I won’t get the deal.”
She nodded slowly, and I noted how she was mostly just poking her food instead of eating. I wanted to tell her that I’d changed my mind, that I wouldn’t be going after all. I knew it would make her feel better. Even more, it would make my son feel better.
Edward had come back with Grace, just in time for this deal to become a problem. I’d told him that I was leaving last night, at the same time I’d told Lexi. But the reason I hadn't been able to follow her to explain was because I had to spend the night consoling my son. I couldn’t take him on the trip with me, like I had several times before, because I didn’t know just how long the trip would be, and I wouldn’t have much time for him anyway. I wanted to see him before I left, too, but I knew he would just cling to me if he was awake, and it would be hard for the both of us to say goodbye.
“How long?” she asked again, pulling me out of a daydream.
“I can't be sure,” I said honestly. “It’s a pretty big deal, and there’ll be representatives from other companies all over the world looking to secure the bid. Because there will be so much competition, it’s not going to be so cut and dried. There’ll probably be several layers to the considerations, and as long as I survive each one of them to the end… I could be there for weeks,” I admitted. “I can’t say for sure if it’ll hit the month mark, but it’ll probably come close.”
Lexi’s lips were flattened, and there was a furrow in her brow that showed her displeasure. I hated it even more than she did. I didn’t want to leave her and my son, but I couldn’t just take them both either.
“Why does it have to take so long?” she muttered.
I gave a sad smile, not that she saw because she still refused to look at me. Please look at me, I begged internally.
“I’m sorry, Lexi.”
She snorted, glancing up at me before her eyes quickly fell back down. “You don’t have to apologize to me. I know this is something important for your work, or you wouldn’t have to leave in the first place.”
Lexi took a bite of her food and chewed slowly, then swallowed and bit her lip, finally raising her head to properly look at me again. I gave a small smile in response, but she didn’t mirror it.
“Can you…” she started, sounding hesitant, only to let her voice trail off. She shrunk back a bit before her back straightened out again and a determined expression crossed her face. I waited for her to say what she wanted to say. “Do you think it could be possible… for me to come with you?”
She was looking down again by the time she managed to ask the question, and just as well that she didn’t see the expression that was on my face. I waited a minute, wishing internally, so very badly, that I could give her the reply that she wanted to hear. But I sighed, and her shoulders slumped as she knew it before I even clarified.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
She looked up at me, her eyes sad. “Why, though? I wouldn’t mind a trip to Germany, and I wouldn’t mind if I had to be by myself either because I know you’ll be busy. But… can't I just go with you?”
I shook my head slowly. “I would love to. I’d love to take Edward along, too, but I can’t take him, and I thought it would be a good time for the two of you to get to know each other. You’re going to be around for a while, and I would like it if the two of you went along.”
“Why can't you take him with you?” she asked.
I sighed and looked down. “Remember back when I mentioned his trauma to you, after his mom’s death? Partially because of it, he can't be away from home for too long. The week at my mom’s was pushing it a bit, but he survived there because he was with his grandmother. I won’t have time to spend with him in Germany, most of it will be spent in and out of meetings. He would miss me if I left, but it would be ultimately easier for him if he stayed home.”
Lexi pouted. “I thought you didn’t want me to spend too much time with him anyway. You didn’t want any attachments forming, remember?”
I frowned, wondering if I’d ever told her that, though I had thought it plenty of times. Or maybe, she was just smart.
“There is that,” I said slowly. “But I can't help that you’re going to be around for a while; he’s obviously going to run into you at some point within that time. This house is big, but it’s not that big. I’d rather you meet him properly, and he gets used to you on his own than try to hide him from you, because then he won’t trust you. It’s asking a lot, but can I please leave my son in your care?”
I waited with my breath held, and she took so long to respond, I thought her answer must be no. But then she sighed and tried to smile at me.
“Fine,” she said, agreeing. “But can I have a favor?”
“Anything,” I said quickly without thinking.
“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”
Her request had my eyebrows jumping up, and my body heating up
a little. She would sleep in my bed; I just wouldn’t be there with her. It would be a nice thought to take with me to Germany.
“Of course you can,” I said simply. “In fact, sleep in my bed every night.”
She gave me a genuine smile, just for that, and I found myself hoping that this trip went by fast.
Chapter 20 - Lexi
Three weeks.
It had been three damn weeks since Ryan left to go on his trip, and I missed him something fierce.
Dinner was over, and Grace was putting Edward to bed. In the past three weeks, I’d come to know the little boy and realized Ryan had meant it when he said there were times the boy rarely spoke. Every time I was around him, even when he was playing with his toys, reading, or coloring, he was very quiet. If I didn’t have my eyes on him, I wouldn’t even think he was there, and I couldn’t help thinking just how sad that was.
Little Edward and I had gotten close, but not too close. He at least said ‘hi’ to me when he saw me now, even if it was as quiet as a whisper, but that was pretty much it. I knew he and Ryan talked at least every night before he went to sleep, no matter what time it was where Ryan was. He was such a loving father to the boy, and at times, it made my heart flutter.
Would he treat my child the same way?
The thought had occurred to me a couple of times before, and it came up again.
But, more importantly, Ryan was going to call me after he’d talked to Edward. And not just a phone call; a video chat on the large screen in his bedroom hung up on the wall opposite his bed. He’d shown me how to work it before he left, but we hadn't used it before, though he wouldn’t tell me why when I knew he was definitely on video chat with Edward, who had a laptop all to himself.
I was excited about it, more than I wanted to admit to myself because then I’d have to remind myself why caring too much for this man was pointless.
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