Falling For Ryan: Part Two

by Tracy Lorraine

  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. I take her in a glass of water and a cup of tea just in case she wants either. Sitting up against the headboard, I softly repeat her name until she starts 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. She’s always going to be beautiful to me, but even I can see that she looks pretty rough this morning.

  “Morning, gorgeous. How are you feeling?” She 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. 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?” She sits herself up carefully 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.”

  Her eyes follow me around the bedroom and in and out of the bathroom as I pack our things. 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’s fine. Once she’s 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’s 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’re 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.

  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 by the time I’ve got everything sorted, and my stomach is growling.

  “Molls, do you want to try eating something?”

  “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. Placing our plates on the coffee table in front of her, 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. Some out on our walk, just chilling on the sofa, in bed, and finally at the restaurant last night. It’s 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. I love it.”

  “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.

  “Here, try eating some of this,” I say, handing over her toast.

  The toast stays down for exactly twenty minutes before she starts throwing up again. We both spend the rest of the day lounging in bed so she’s close to the toilet. Luckily for both of us, it seems to have subsided by the time evening rolls around. We both fall asleep early as we hardly slept the night before and she was only up twice in the night.

  I feel awful going to work the next day and leaving her at home, ill, but I phone Susan on my way to work and ask if she can go around and check on Molly. Obviously, she agrees; she loves looking after people.

  Molly seems to be back to normal by Tuesday morning, so it was obviously just a forty-eight-hour bug she picked up somewhere, but I convince her to stay home again just in case. By Wednesday, she’s chomping at the bit to get back to the office after almost a week away.

  The evening of my birthday is here before I know it. I’m sat at the bar in the strip club waiting for everyone else to arrive. Will didn’t say who was coming, but I’m sure there will be a few of us. There usually is when we go out.

  But I’ve now been here for ten minutes and there’s no sign of anyone. I feel like a right pervert, sat here on my own with a beer. My heart jumps into my throat as I feel someone come up behind me and wrap something around my eyes.

  “What the fuck?” I shout, flinging my arms around, trying to hit whoever just blindfolded me.

  “It’s Will. Chill out, man.”

  “What the fuck are you doing?” Just because I now know it is Will, it doesn’t mean I’m any less pissed off about being blindfolded.

  “I’ve got a birthday surprise for you—come on.” He tugs on my arm and there’s nothing I can really do but allow myself to be dragged along behind him, much to my displeasure.

  “I swear to God, if you’ve organised some stripper to rub herself over me, I’m going to be seriously pissed, Will.”

  “Oh, stop worrying, you pussy.”

  “Don’t call me a fucking pussy. You’re not the one blindfolded and being pulled fuck knows where in a strip club. Anything could be about to happen.”

  “Oh, you have no idea, mate.”

  Brilliant.

  “Stairs,” Will says as we start climbing. “Left.” We keep walking for another few minutes although it feels like fucking hours because I can’t see a bloody thing.

  “Right, sit there and don’t move. Don’t even think about trying to remove the blindfold before someone does it for you. You will be punished if you do it yourself, and it will fucking hurt,” Will says before I hear him leave, laughing to himself. “Right, he’s all yours. Have fun,” I hear him say to someone.

  I sit there for what feels like forever with nothing happening. The longer I sit, the faster my heart beats, and the more I’m sweating. I hate not being about to see what’s about to happen to me.

  For the longest time, the only sound I can hear is that of my own increased breathing. As the time stretches on, so does my patience. I didn’t really want to come here tonight as it was. I really had no intention of being locked in a room, blindfolded, waiting for a stripper to come and give me a special birthday present.

  I should just leave. What’s Will really going to do about it?

  I shift in my seat, ready to pull the fabric from my eyes and to make my escape when movement somewhere in the room fills my ears. A Rihanna song begins and then the click of heels has my hea
rt pounding and my fists clenching.

  I don’t want this. I don’t need this.

  She moves behind me, and although I can’t see shit, I follow the sound of her movements.

  My entire body flinches when fingertips run across my shoulder and down my arms.

  This is bullshit.

  Going to stand, she grabs my upper arms, her nails digging in, and I’m forced to stay put.

  Every single muscle in my body’s pull tight as she presses herself against me.

  I tell myself that all I need to do is sit here. It’ll be over before I know it, and I’ll avoid the inevitable wrath from my mates if I were to walk out right now.

  Her hands run down my arms, making all my hairs stand on end in discomfort. I don’t want some random woman touching me. There’s only one woman’s hands I want on me, and she’s at home, waiting for me to return.

  Flinching once again when she entwines our fingers, I try pulling away but she’s too fast. My arms are pulled back before my hands land on the warm skin of her arse.

  “No,” I grunt, and I swear her body shakes with laughter.

  Her fingers dig into the tense muscles across my shoulders, but it does nothing to relax me.

  Thankfully, she releases my hands and I suck in a giant breath—until she throws one leg over my lap and straddles me. Her arse grinds into me. If she’s expecting some excitement from me, she’s going to be very disappointed. I’m about as far away from being turned on as physically possible right now.

  Her hands run up from my stomach and over my chest. Her sweet scent fills my nose and my body screams that it’s all wrong. This isn’t who I want entwined with my body.

  “Fuck,” I shout, trying to jump away from her when she grabs my junk.

  “That’s disappointing,” she moans in my ear before her lips land on my neck. I feel dirty.

  The relief that fills me when she climbs from my lap is unbelievable.

  “Take off the blindfold,” she orders. I sigh, thinking it’s over.

  Very slowly and reluctantly, my hands rise to my head and I slip the fabric off. I keep my eyes shut for a few seconds as I pluck up the courage to see what—or who—is in front of me.

  “I’m disappointed in your observational skills, Mr. Evans.”

  Molly

  The look on Ryan’s face when he eventually drags his eyelids open is priceless.

  “That was you?” he says, eventually gesturing around his body with his hands. “It didn’t smell like you.”

  “That would have made it too easy, now, wouldn’t it? Now shut up and enjoy the show. And I seriously hope that by the time I get back over there you’re in a…uh…harder state than you were earlier. I’ve got plans for you tonight, Mr. Evans.”

  Clad in only the lingerie he bought for me when we were away, I manage to dance for fifteen minutes before the pained look on Ryan’s face is too much to bear. I have to go to him. Untwisting my legs from the pole, I get myself back on my feet and slowly saunter over to him, watching as his lips curl up at the corners as I get closer.

  “Are you going to willingly touch me this time?”

  “Fuck yes,” he growls, but before I can get to him he stands and comes to me, quickly lifting me and walking me backwards until I’m up against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and groan when his erection rubs my sweet spot through his jeans and my flimsy thong. I was so focused on my moves that I hadn’t realised how worked up I was, watching him watching me.

  He continues to grind into me and his lips crash down to mine. His hands are all over me like he doesn’t know what to touch first. Needing to catch his breath, he moves to kiss my neck.

  “Molly,” he pants, “that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I almost came just watching you.”

  I can’t help but moan at his words. I’m so close. He must realise because he leans back a little, sliding one hand down between us and into the fabric of my thong until his fingers are circling my clit. Within seconds, I’m screaming my release into the room.

  While I ride out the waves of my orgasm, Ryan goes back to kissing down my neck and across my chest. Once my tremors subside, he removes his hand and sucks his fingers into his mouth.

  “You taste so sweet, gorgeous.”

  Dropping my legs from around his waist, I let go of his shoulders. He lets me go and I slide down the wall until I’m sat on my haunches in front of him. Palming him through his jeans, I listen to him moan at my touch.

  “That’s much better,” I say with a smile. Leaning his forearms against the wall, he looks down on me with hungry, impatient eyes.

  “Only for you, gorgeous girl.”

  I make quick work of undoing his jeans and push them and his boxers down his thighs just enough to release his cock. I waste no time and slide my lips around him while wrapping my fingers around the base. He’s as close as I was just from dry humping me against the wall, so I know this is going to be quick. Pulling back, I run my tongue around the head of his dick before slowly sucking him back into my mouth. It only takes me to repeat this a couple of times before I feel the tell-tale signs that he’s about to come. I stroke his balls with my other hand and suck hard.

  “Argh, Molly,” he groans as his orgasm washes through his body. When he’s finished, I sit back and wipe my mouth, feeling pleased with how tonight’s turning out.

  “Come on, let’s get out of here. I’ve got more plans for you at home, birthday boy.” I stand, grab his hand, and drag him over to the door.

  “You can’t go out there like that,” he says in a panic.

  “I’ve got a coat hanging up by the door, you muppet!”

  “Thank fuck for that, I don’t want anyone else seeing you like that.” The possessive tone to his voice has tingles racing to my core. “Hey, what happened to Will?”

  “He went home. He was only here to help me get you up here. I rightly thought you wouldn’t come willingly.”

  “Damn right, I wouldn’t have.”

  We make our way out of the club and go to get in my car to head home. I’m just pulling out of the car park when Ryan looks over at me, smiling.

  “What’s up with you?”

  “Just so you know, that’s the best birthday present I’ve ever had.”

  “It’s not over yet, baby.”

  He smiles again before sitting back in his seat. He’s quiet for a while before he speaks, making me jump a little.

  “You need to get a new car. I hate the thought of you driving this when it’s icy outside. If you have an accident, there’s nothing to protect you.”

  “I’ve been thinking about getting something bigger.” This makes Ryan laugh, so I raise my eyebrow at him in question.

  “Well, you could hardly get something smaller!”

  “Yeah, yeah, you carry on taking the piss. This little car has done me good, and it’s cheap as chips to run.”

  When we pull up to the house, I’m pleased to see that everything seems to be going to plan.

  “Don’t go upstairs yet,” I call to him when I see him disappear inside. Quickly following him in, I dump my bag by the front door and shrug out of my coat. Ryan’s eyes go wide again like he’d forgotten I only had my underwear underneath. I grab his hand and pull him up the stairs behind me. I can feel his eyes burning into my arse as we climb towards the first floor, looking back to make sure I’m right—which I am, of course.

  “Enjoying the view?”

  “Very much,” he replies, without moving his eyes.

  He moves like he is going to go into the living room, but I continue pulling him up the next set of stairs. When we get outside our closed bedroom door, I can’t help but smile at how Holly did exactly as I asked when I set all this up. Turning around before I get to the door, I put my hands to Ryan’s chest and, to his surprise, slam him back into the wall.

  He looks down at me with wide eyes.

  Running my hands under his t-shirt, I push it up and he gets the hint to remove it. I give him a
quick kiss on the lips before moving to his jaw and kissing across his neck and chest, making sure to run my tongue around his nipples. I’ve noticed it makes him shiver. My fingers skim over his stomach and start undoing his jeans before pushing them down his legs. He takes over by toeing his shoes off and pulling his socks and jeans off.

  “Much better. You were way too overdressed.” He raises his eyebrow to me in question, but I just grab his hand and pull him towards the door.

  He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist as I go to grab the handle. When the door swings open, we both gasp in surprise. Him, because he wasn’t expecting it. Me, because it looks more beautiful than I could have imagined.

  Chapter Eight

  Ryan

  I can’t believe my eyes. Our bedroom is glowing with what looks like a hundred candles and there are dusky pink rose petals covering the floor and the bed. Molly leans to the side so she can look up at me, but I can’t take my eyes away from the room. It looks like something from a film. I have the sudden urge to get down on one knee or something. I quickly shake that thought out of my head. One thing at a time, Evans.

  “Are you ready for this?” Molly asks me. I take my gaze away from the room and glance down at her, looking nervously up at me.

  “You…um…we…” Oh, for fuck’s sake, pull yourself together, man.

  “Is it perfect enough?”

  “You’re kidding, right? As long as I’m with you, it’s perfect.”

  Leaning down, I place my lips to hers for a sweet kiss. She turns in my arms, grabs my arms and pulls me into the room. I kick the door shut behind me; I want only this room and us to exist.

  Now we’ve moved into the room, I see there’s a bottle of champagne on ice. I laugh to myself when I see a few cans of beer in the ice bucket and a picnic basket next to it.