Falling For Ryan: Part Two

by Tracy Lorraine

  “So, what was it?”

  “Your mum got me alone under the pretence of looking at some old recipes, but what she actually wanted to do was sit in front of me and tell me all my greatest fears. To hear them spoken back to me and to know someone else thinks the same things about me that I do freaked me out. She warned me about breaking up your family, and I know how much they mean to you, and I didn’t—I don’t—want to be the one who causes issues between you all. Family is too important. I ran, but only because I needed to get my head together. I spent most of the morning with Hannah, but she wasn’t much use on the advice front.” I quirk the corner of my mouth up when I see a small smile creep onto Ryan’s face at my inappropriate joke. “I love you, and I shouldn’t care what your mum thinks of me. The only person’s opinions I should care about are yours, and I’m just as important to you as your family, if not…more so…” I tail off at the end, just in case I’ve got this all wrong.

  Ryan doesn’t say or do anything for a few minutes. I search his blue eyes for any clues as to what he’s thinking when he suddenly moves, making me jump. He leans forward, wrapping his fingers around my waist and launches us both to the bed. The sudden movement isn’t great for my stomach, but I manage to keep it under control and all is forgotten when Ryan rolls me on my back and presses his lips to mine. He places a few featherlight kisses to my lips before he runs the tip of his tongue along the join, asking for me to open up, which I do instantly. My hands automatically go into his hair so I can hold him closer to me. When I feel the hand on my hip start to move up my waist, I pull away from him and open my eyes. I can’t help but laugh at his pouty face. I run the pad of my finger along his bottom lip before kissing his nose.

  “Now, Mr. Evans, can you please explain to me how I woke up in your bed?” I lift an eyebrow at him in question.

  He leans forward and places his forehead against mine, letting out a breath that tickles down my neck and causes goosebumps.

  He closes his eyes before he starts. “You were totally out of it in Jax’s bed when I found you. I scooped you up and brought you home with me. I’m sorry, but there was no way you were spending the night in another man’s bed, even if you’re just friends with him.”

  His feelings for me shine brightly in his eyes as he stares down at me. How could I ever doubt him?

  “I’m sorry. I should have told you right away.”

  “It’s okay. I understand.”

  “She just said all that stuff, and it’s exactly what I worry about. I just freaked. I’m so sorry. I love you so much, Ryan. I’m sorry you thought I left you. I’m sorry for running. I’m j-just s-sorry,” I stutter, my emotions getting the better of me. Ryan wraps his arms around me until I’ve got myself back under control.

  He kisses my nose before pulling back and looking into my eyes. “You’re it for me, Molly. You need to realise that.” He rolls onto his back as he says this, and I cuddle into his side.

  The next thing I know, I’m being gently pryed from Ryan’s body as he tries to sneak out from under me. I groan and go to grab his arm to pull him back.

  “I’m sorry, gorgeous, my phone’s ringing. I’ll be back soon with tea, I promise.” This makes me feel better, so I nuzzle into his pillow and breathe in his scent while he’s gone.

  I listen to his footsteps as he heads towards the living room before his voice makes me jump. “How fucking dare you? I told you not to stick your nose in…no, no, you do not get to explain. I know exactly what you did, and I’ve had enough. I don’t give a flying fuck what you think. I am in love with her and she is the most important thing in my life, and nothing you do will change how I feel about her.” Everything goes silent and the only thing I can hear is my heart beating loudly in my chest. I can just imagine her crying and begging for forgiveness on the other end of the phone. “No, I don’t care. You say you know her, but what you’ve done is enough proof that you don’t. If you knew Molly at all, you would know she could never be bought off. Her world doesn’t revolve around money.” It goes quiet again before Ryan raises his voice even louder, shouting that he’s done and for her not to contact either one of us for the foreseeable future.

  The following silence is almost painful as I consider whether I should go to him or give him some space. All of a sudden, there’s a bang, and a loud “Fuck!” I’m just about to put my feet on the floor when his footsteps pound up the stairs.

  “Ryan, are you…” The look on his face stops me. He’s murderous. His fists are clenched at his sides, his chest is heaving, and I can see the vein in his neck pulsing.

  “I’m going for a run.” He manages to get out before marching over to his chest of drawers, changing into his running clothes and storming out of the house.

  So much for my tea. I sit in bed a while longer, thinking about everything that’s happened in the last few minutes, before heading for a shower. It’s not until I’m washing my hair that I realise it’s Monday, and that both of us should be at work. I quickly finish up and go in search of my phone to call Jax.

  Once he’s convinced me that he’s got everything covered at the office, I agree with his suggestion to stay at home and sort things out properly with Ryan. After hanging up, I make my way down to the kitchen to make us some lunch.

  I end up waiting for Ryan to return for so long that I eat my half of the sandwiches. I was intending on taking Jax’s advice, but seeing as he’s disappeared, I decide to get some work done instead.

  My phone rings just after twelve-thirty, and I quickly answer when I see Abbi’s name. She’s going full throttle trying to convince me—and herself—why being with Jax is a bad idea, when I hear the front door slam shut, making me jump.

  I’m suddenly nervous about the mood Ryan might be in when he appears. After everything both me and his mother have put him through the last two days, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s seriously pissed off. When he does round the doorway, my breath catches at the sight of him. My eyes take him in, head to toe. His hair is wet and sticking up in all directions. His skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, making his already tight t-shirt stick to and show off all his well-defined muscles. What really catches my attention, though, are his eyes. The sight of them has me clamping my thighs together, because he only ever has eyes that dark when he’s really turned on.

  Abbi is still jabbering on in my ear, but I haven’t heard a word of it since my eyes landed on Ryan. He throws his water bottle on the kitchen worktop before running his hand through his hair, his eyes never once leaving me. My pulse rate increases with every move he makes, and when he starts slowly sauntering towards me, the pounding in my chest is accompanied by a throbbing lower in my body. When he’s in front of where I’m sitting on the sofa, I rise so that my breasts run up his chest. His scent hits me and heat pools between my legs. Ryan slowly reaches his hand up, and I think he’s going to cup my cheek, but, to my surprise, he pulls the phone out of my hand and I hear Abbi’s voice get quieter as he puts it to his ear.

  Our eyes stay locked, but his mouth opening distracts me. “Molly will ring you back later,” Ryan says into the phone before throwing it on the sofa behind me.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ryan

  It may have been two weeks since I discovered that my mum was trying to control my life, but the anger is still burning within me.

  I realised soon after leaving the house that day for a run that the only thing I really needed was Molly. I needed her to know that she truly was the only one I wanted. I needed her, beneath me, writhing and screaming my name. I needed to own her. And that was exactly what I did once I got her up to my bedroom.

  The lead-up to Chris and Shane’s wedding has thankfully been drama free. No one else has stuck their noses in where they’re not wanted.

  Every day, I get a phone call from my mum, and every day I ignore it and let it go to voicemail. I listened to the first few messages that consisted of her crying, apologising, and telling me how much she loved me, but I soon got bored, so
I’ve since deleted them as soon as she’s left them. She doesn’t know Molly, and if she doesn’t sort herself out, she never will.

  I’ve decided to stay in Oxford for Christmas and spend it with Molly and the Morrisons. Molly and I are throwing a New Year’s Eve party, so I’ll get to see my sisters then. Mum put pay to me worrying about not spending the holiday with them when she started meddling in my life.

  “I hope the wedding breakfast is as good as the meal last night,” Emma says, bringing me out of my daydreams. We’ve been sitting at the bar in the hotel for well over half an hour, waiting for Shane and Molly to appear. The ceremony is due to start in about fifteen minutes, but with no groom—or groomsmaid, as they’ve insisted on calling her—to give out instructions, we are all just loitering around. Suddenly, the level of noise in the room lowers and I see Emma look over my shoulder. “About time,” she mumbles and waves.

  I turn around to see Shane stood in his navy suit like I was expecting. What I wasn’t quite expecting though, although I don’t know why, is Molly next to him, looking like sex on legs.

  “Holy shit,” I mumble quietly to myself as I run my eyes all over her. She’s wearing a skin-tight black dress, which has a low-cut square neckline showing off her cleavage perfectly. It makes me want to run over and stick my tongue in it and, from look of the other men in the room, it’s what they want to do as well.

  The dress stops just below her knees, showing off her muscular calves which are topped off with some crazily high black strappy shoes which, to be honest, would look right at home with a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. I shake my head slightly, stopping my inappropriate thoughts, and take in the rest of her. Her hair has been left down but curled loosely, and she has a little top hat perched on the side of her head along with a bowtie around her neck. She’d told me about this outfit, but seeing it is another story. She looks fucking unbelievable. I have to grip on to the inside of my trouser pockets to stop from walking straight over to her and carrying her back upstairs.

  I jump when I feel a hand touch my arm. I’d completely forgotten that I was stood with Emma. “Calm down. I can practically see your dirty thoughts running through your mind.”

  I turn to look at her and she just smiles sweetly back at me, like she didn’t just say what she did. “I need a drink,” I mutter, turning back to the bar and ordering a Jack Daniels…neat. It’s going to be a long day.

  Molly

  It’s been a beautiful day. Everything has gone exactly to plan—not that I expected otherwise. Shane and Chris have looked on top of the world all day. The moment Shane looked back to see Chris walking in was so intense, I don’t think there was a dry eye in the place. The same can be said for when they both said ‘I do’ and slid each other’s rings on the their fingers.

  Shane looks stunning in his fitted navy suit with a white shirt and red tie, and Chris looks amazing with his matching shirt and tie but dark grey suit. I have to say, after having months worrying about my outfit, even I think I look good. As do Chris’ sister, who has the same on minus the top hat, and her six-year-old daughter, who has a slightly more child-friendly version.

  We’ve had a mouth-watering wedding breakfast and, thankfully, my speech went really well. Much to my disappointment, but Shane and Chris’ pleasure, I didn’t discuss any embarrassing sexual acts that they may or may not have been involved in; I just couldn’t do it to them.

  Instead, I reminisced about other funny stories from their time together, and wished them well in their marriage. We’re now stood in the grounds of the hotel, having our photos taken. I don’t know how the boys have kept the wide smiles on their faces all day. My cheeks are already hurting.

  “Right, I just want the grooms. Everyone else, go and get a drink,” the photographer shouts over to us all after a whole group shot.

  I turn to whisper in Ryan’s ear after we’ve all moved away slightly. “Right, it’s now or never. Wish me luck.” He winks at me before I head towards the happy couple.

  “Guys, please, could I have your room key? I left a bag in there.”

  “Really?” Chris asks with a raised eyebrow.

  I lean into him so he’s the only one to hear. “Yes, I’m on my period and my tampons are in that bag. So, unless you happen to have some on you that I could use, I need your key.”

  “Right, okay.” He sighs and looks around the room. “Be quick, and don’t give it to anyone else. I don’t trust anyone with it.”

  My heart flutters hearing this, but I swallow it down and take the room key, kissing his cheek before heading to the stairwell to meet Ryan.

  He looks at me with a questioning expression on his face. I fight my smile, but in only a couple of seconds, I can feel my lips twitching and I can’t contain it. Holding the up the room key, I wave it in front of him.

  “Hook, line and sinker,” I say, strutting past him and over to the lift. As we wait for the doors to open, Ryan grabs my hand. With the way he’s standing behind me slightly, no one would be able to see, but it still makes my heart rate pick up a little. I know it’s irrational, because I’m pretty sure everyone knows there’s something going on between us, but I’m enjoying keeping Ryan to myself and having him as my little secret.

  When the doors do eventually open, I step forward and pull him in with me. I’m just about to turn and push him up against the wall when another hotel guest waves his hand in front of the closing doors and steps in. I can feel Ryan’s eyes on me, so I turn to look up at his smirk. Fucking know-it-all. Despite my best intentions over the past few hours, my need just keeps growing and growing. Tonight cannot come soon enough. I want to get this sexy man into my hotel room and have my wicked way with him.

  We head to my room first to grab the supplies before getting back in the lift and heading to the boys’ bridal suite. This time, the lift is empty, and Ryan is on me the second the doors shut.

  “God, you look so fucking hot. I don’t know how I’ve kept my hands off you,” he growls in my ear before running his tongue around the edge and nipping my lobe. He’s kissing down my neck when the lift dings, signalling our arrival, and the door opens. Ryan picks up the bag I dropped when his lips touched me, and my hand, and then practically drags me down the corridor to their room.

  The corridor is empty so we manage to sneak inside without any witnesses. I kick the door shut behind me and go to walk into the room, but the wind is knocked out of me as I’m slammed back against the door.

  “Wha—” I start to question him, but as soon as my mouth is open, his tongue is in it and stroking mine. All thoughts leave my head and I give myself over to him. His hands run up the outside of my thighs, taking the fabric of my dress with them. Once he has the material around my waist, they roam around my arse and waist. He groans into my mouth and I can’t help but smile as he kisses me.

  “Did you forget something this morning?” he asks, then pulls back to look at me.

  “No, I don’t think so,” I say innocently.

  “So, not only have you been walking around teasing me, looking like this all afternoon, but you’ve also been walking round with no knickers on.” He puts his hands behind my thighs and lifts me up against the door. My legs automatically wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck. One of his hands slides from my arse and his finger slips between my folds, making me gasp.

  “Oh, Molly, if I’d have known, dinner would have been much more fun,” he says, circling my clit. The sensation has my head falling back. When he pushes a finger into me, I can’t help the loud moan that escapes my throat. “Fuck, Molly, you’ve had me walking around rock hard all afternoon. I need you.”

  “Oh God…Ry, we can’t…we can’t have sex in someone else’s bridal suite.” I suck in another breath when he slides another finger in. “S-surely it’s bad luck or something.”

  “I don’t give a fuck.” He removes his fingers suddenly and walks us towards the bed.

  “No,” I shout, panicked. “Not the bed.” I look round the ro
om quickly. “Over the back of the sofa.”

  “As you wish.”

  He changes direction and places me back on my feet before turning me around and bending me harshly over the sofa. He lets out a breath through his teeth as he takes in the sight. “Fucking hell,” he says before I hear a thud, and then jump out of my skin as I feel his breath on my core, swiftly followed by his tongue running the length of me.

  “Oh God,” I moan as he continues to torture me. My orgasm is right there when he suddenly pulls away from me. “Ryan,” I complain, before I hear a zip and the rustling of fabric behind me, which fills me with excitement.

  Within seconds, the head of his cock presses against my entrance, and before I’ve even braced myself, he slams balls-deep into me in one swift thrust.

  “Shit,” I shout as my whole body lunges forward in surprise over the sofa. Ryan’s hands go to my shoulders to hold me still as he continues his punishing thrusts into my body. Within minutes, I’m lost as my orgasm approaches again as Ryan hits the glorious spot deep inside of me again and again. Suddenly, electric shocks fly around my body as the pleasure radiates through me with one more stroke. My entire body goes limp once I come down off my high, and Ryan has to move his hands to my hips to help hold me up.

  His onslaught on my body doesn’t falter, and as soon as I’m strong enough again, he moves one hand around so he can tease my clit. “I want you to come with me, Molly,” he growls in my ear, bringing me close to the edge again as his fingers pinch me. He does it again as I feel his entire body tense behind me, before I feel the first twitch of his release inside of me and my second orgasm crashes through me.

  His body folds over mine, his heart thundering against my back as we return to earth. After a few seconds, he kisses my shoulder, stands up and gently removes himself from me. I hear him shuffle off, but my body is too weak to move. I’m just about to lift myself up when he comes back and I feel him clean me up before carefully pulling the bottom of my dress back down.