I pointed in the direction of the beginning of the path and thankfully, Rylee seemed to be willing to play along at the very least. The trail started out rather steep and I could tell that Rylee was struggling a little bit after such a long day at work. I placed my hand on the small of her back and helped encourage her to climb. The gentle touch was enough to set my pulse racing with excitement. I wished I could touch Rylee like that everyday and if my plan succeeded then I would get to. The idea of having Rylee all to myself and being the one she could rely on was such a heady thought that I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
When we finally reached the crest of the hill, the trees began to disperse and the ground became flatter. I could see a small town in the distance and the sun was setting just above the horizon sending dusky pink and purple rays across the sky. It couldn’t have been a more romantic setting and I hoped that Rylee felt the same way.
We came to a clearing of grass that was surrounded by budding wildflowers and I came to a stop. I opened up my rucksack and pulled out a blanket then laid it on the ground. “Please sit, Rylee. You must be exhausted,” I told her, my voice echoing the concern I felt.
“Thanks,” she mumbled in response before dropping onto the soft, gray blanket. She crossed her silky-smooth legs over one another and I felt myself grow desperate to touch them, to spread them apart and push myself in between them… But now wasn’t the time for that. As much as I desired Rylee physically, I wanted to show her my passion emotionally too.
So, I reached for the rucksack again and this time I dug out an assortment of sandwiches, fruits, nuts, and chocolate all stowed away in Tupperware containers. I placed them down in front of her and shot her a smile. I’d watched her in the coffee shop on her breaks sometimes and noticed that she usually ate sandwiches, sometimes with a pot of cut up mangos and pineapple. I hoped that she would appreciate this gesture, even if it was rather small.
Lastly, I pulled out a bottle of wine and two plastic glasses before taking a seat next to her. Our knees pressed against one another and I felt a frisson of electricity spark in the air. God, I didn’t think I’d ever get over the raw passion I felt for that woman.
“What are you doing with all this?” Rylee asked me as she dragged her eyes along the literal buffet I had laid out for her.
“Well, I thought that would be obvious,” I began with a smirk. “I’m trying to feed you.”
She rolled her eyes at me, but I could tell she wasn’t too put out by it. After all, she reached out and began to take her pick of the food in front of her. I was pleased when she reached for a chicken and mayo sandwich and finished it off quickly before reaching for the mango and pineapple. She had to know I’d been paying attention to her, that I did truly care for her. When her eyes met mine again, I saw that they had softened somewhat and I knew I was getting through to her. But I couldn’t stop there.
“I have to say, Rylee, I wasn’t really happy with the way we left things yesterday,” I told her, finally breaking the silence. “I wanted to ask you a few questions, if that’s alright with you?”
Rylee swallowed the piece of pineapple she’d been chewing on before setting the pot back down. “These questions don’t have anything to do with the whole fake boyfriend charade, do they?” she asked with a pout.
I shook my head. “Rylee, you have to know that there’s no way I’d have ever agreed to this stupid idea if I’d known that Robin was your mother,” I implored, staring at her with wide, gray eyes that I hoped would show how genuine I was. “I know this situation is far from ideal, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible.”
Rylee scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “That’s where you and I don’t see eye to eye, Spencer.”
8
Rylee
I wasn’t sure how I ended up getting tricked into this almost-date with Spencer and I felt rather annoyed at him trying to manipulate me. After all, I had spent such a long time convincing myself to stay away from him and now, we were sitting together alone and surrounded by lush woodland, totally separated from real life and reality. Maybe that was what Spencer had wanted. If we were so far departed from the reality of the situation, it would be easier to convince me that us being together wasn’t a totally stupid idea.
But I had to admit, the picnic he laid out for me was lovely. Somehow, he’d managed to get together a bunch of my favorite foods and it was hard for me to try and resist him knowing that. After all, why else would he go to all this effort unless he really was planning on staying in my life? The sun setting in the sky was beautiful and it painted a serene picture as a backdrop for a conversation that was anything but serene.
I tried to pull myself together and I took a deep breath. “It might be alright in your world for us to pick up where we left off, but in my world, I just don’t see anyway that could happen,” I explained with a slight shrug. “Halston is a small town – extremely small – and people talk. There’s no way I’m going to embarrass my mother by having other people gossip about us. Besides, I don’t want people to think I’m the type of woman who would steal her mom’s boyfriend.”
I let out a frustrated sigh and closed my eyes. “And even if I would consider doing all of that, what about you, Spencer? You’ve just breezed back into town and back into my life and I don’t know when you’re going to breeze out again. Especially after what happened last time. How do I know you’re—”
“Rylee, listen,” he interrupted and reached over to clasp my hands in his. “I have no plans to breeze out of your life or out of Halston. I want to be in this for the long haul because I care about you. I’ve even been considering buying a ranch somewhere around here.”
My eyes darted up to his in surprise. I’d never even considered that Spencer might actually move here. The thought of having to see him day-in and day-out without being able to be with him made my heart ache, but still, I had to think about what was best for my family—for Mom and for Jayden.
“That’s all the more reason for us to nip this in the bud,” I argued, but my words sounded unconvincing even to my own ears. “If you don’t let this go, you’ll end up the town pariah. Everyone will talk about how you slept with both Bratton women and it’s such a small town, Spencer. No one will ever forget.”
I pressed my fingers against my temple and began to rub. I was starting to give myself a headache with all these mental gymnastics and the constant arguing with Spencer. “The truth of the matter is that, no matter what you feel for me, it’s best to give up on it now. There’s no scenario I can think of where this ends well for either of us.”
That wasn’t entirely truthful. My head was full of dreams where Spencer would find out about Jayden and be happy. I hoped that he might love the idea of having a son and of us being a family together. I wanted that to be true more than anything I’d ever wanted in my entire life, but I knew it was foolish. There’s no way Spencer wouldn’t be mad. Even if he was happy about Jayden existing, he’d be angry with me for missing out on four years of his child’s life. There was no way that this was going to end well with Spencer and my mind couldn’t stop jumping to the worst-case scenario—the one where Jayden was left heart-broken and rejected by his own father.
“You underestimate my ability to handle idle gossip, Rylee,” Spencer said, interrupting my anxious thoughts. “I don’t give two craps about what some soccer moms might say about us. I can face some ridicule if it means that I get what I want—what I’ve wanted for so long now. Rylee, all I want is you.”
The confession stunned me. I honestly assumed he was just trying to get into my pants again, but why would he keep chasing me like this if all he wanted was a quick fuck? Surely, there were easier ways to satisfy that desire. The hopeless romantic in me desperately wanted to believe him. It wanted me to throw myself at him and let us share another wild, passionate kiss again, but I just couldn’t. I still didn’t understand.
“Why?” I asked, my head reeling with all the thoughts I couldn’t say out loud. �
�I don’t understand why you want to be with me so badly? What’s so special about me? I’m a college drop out who works in a grocery store part-time. You’re successful, attractive, and kind, you could get any woman you want. What makes me so special?”
Spencer turned then and moved closer until we were impossibly close. “You’re wrong,” he told me fiercely. “You are so very special. You’re clever, funny, and resourceful. Besides that, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Rylee, there can’t be anyone else for me but you.”
The way he was looking at me was exactly the same as that fateful day when we’d made love. He looked so intense and honest in that moment that I felt my resolve waver. It didn’t help that he’d picked such a romantic and idyllic setting to have this conversation in. When he reached out with one hand and cupped my cheek, I didn’t push him away. I held his gaze and even though I knew it was wrong, I silently hoped that somehow, someway, he was right. I wanted us to find a way to be together, I was just afraid.
“That night when you gave me your virginity was the very best night of my life. I’ve never experienced such an erotic and sensual encounter ever before or since, Rylee. I have to admit, I’ve been dying to experience it again,” he whispered seductively.
I felt my heart pound against my chest and my face warmed. I felt exactly the same way. Spencer didn’t know, but I’d never slept with anyone else since. He was still my first, my only. So, when he leaned in, I didn’t pull away. Instead, I took in a shaky breath and tried desperately to steady myself.
But he didn’t kiss me like I was expecting.
Our faces were barely inches apart when he whispered words that made me shudder all over. “I’ve done nothing but think about tasting you again since I left you five years ago,” he said and I couldn’t help but whimper a little at the suggestion. I’d wanted this for so long that the idea of it being offered to me, right here, right now, was too tempting to resist.
When he finally pressed forward and captured his lips with mine, I didn’t push him away. God, I wanted him so badly that I threw caution to the wind and I gave into everything I’d been trying desperately to lock away for so long. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, slipping my tongue into his mouth and moaning at the warmth I found there.
Before I could stop myself, I was clambering on top of him and bracing my knees around his hips. I hiked my skirt up until the tight, stiff fabric couldn’t prevent me from seating myself completely on his lap. I could feel the stiffening of his erection under his jeans against the thin cotton of my panties and I practically gasped in excitement. That was everything I wanted right now. In that moment, there was no world. There was no family I needed to protect. There was no town to gossip about us. In that moment, it was just me and Spencer and everything felt right.
His hands moved over my body. They started at my hips where he untucked my blouse from my skirt while he frantically kissed me. My nails dug into the fabric of his shirt as I began grinding my hips against him, desperate for relief. He groaned and sped up his movements, his fingers unbuttoning my blouse and revealing my black lacy bra. We broke our kiss to take a breath and as soon as we did, Spencer leaned down and began mouthing at the top of my breasts like he was starving for my body. I couldn’t contain my joy. I moaned at his ministrations and reached between us to begin unbuttoning his shirt too.
It wasn’t long before both of up were naked from the waist up. When Spencer unfastened my bra and let it drop to the floor, he couldn’t take his eyes off of my breasts. They were a little bigger than they were five years ago due to the pregnancy and they’d sagged a little more, but he didn’t seem to care. He took the two mounds in his hands and leaned down to suck and lick at my perky nipples until they were rock hard. I couldn’t help but moan in ecstasy, my head falling back and my eyes closing due to the sensation.
“Spencer, God, please…” I begged in a whisper.
“Yes, baby, tell me what you want,” he murmured in reply against my chest.
“You. I want you inside me again,” I told him as my cheeks flamed in a mixture of desire and embarrassment.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned and things heated up a little more after that.
It was like a dam had broken between us and we were both just as desperate for one another, both racing toward a finish line we were determined to reach together. He reached for the zipper on my skirt and removed it quickly before looking down at my soaking wet panties.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Rylee,” he told me as he slipped two figures against the soft, cotton fabric of my underwear. He rubbed my pussy through the material and I moaned. I felt so much better than when I touched myself and I wanted more. I rocked my hips until I was rubbing my pussy against his fingers and he groaned at my desperation.
“That’s it, good girl,” he told me before finally seeming to reach his limit. He grabbed the edge of my panties and tugged until the material ripped away from my body. I gasped at his rough behavior, but it only made my pussy throb more. Before I could even react, however, Spencer laid back on the plush blanket beneath us and pulled me toward him again. He grabbed my hips and moved me until I was practically sitting on his face.
“Spencer! What are you doing?” I whispered in shock, feeling a little self-conscious of how I was positioned.
“I told you I wanted to taste you,” Spencer reminded me before leaning upward and dragging his tongue over my most intimate area. I felt my knees shake in pleasure and even though I was a little confused by how I was straddling his face, I had to admit it was incredibly enjoyable. I felt powerful hovering above him and enjoying his mouth against me.
Time had changed nothing for Spencer’s sexual prowess. His tongue manipulated my sensitive skin until I was panting and sweat covered every inch of my skin. “Please, please,” I begged, desperate for release. But Spencer had other plans. He seemed to want to tease me. He kept bringing me close to the edge only to stop and wait until I’d calmed down again.
If I didn’t come soon, I swore I was going to go insane.
9
Spencer
I couldn’t believe after all these years that I was finally getting the chance to touch and taste Rylee again. She was hovering above me with her wet, dripping cunt just in reach of my mouth and it was a wholly arousing sight. The way the woman writhed on top of me and began rubbing her soaking wet pussy against my lips while she tried to get herself off was so arousing that I thought I might actually come in my pants like a school boy. It was hard to concentrate on making Rylee believe I cared for her in other ways than just physical when she was spread open wide for me like this.
I raised a hand to slip two fingers deep inside the warmth of her hole while my tongue got to work licking the entirety of her sensitive pussy. Hearing her gasp and whimper because she was enjoying the way I touched her was just so satisfying, I couldn’t help but keep it up for as long as possible. But soon, I could feel her thighs trembling and aching with the effort of holding herself up and she sounded desperate to come. So, after teasing her for a long time with my tongue, I finally gave in and lapped at her clit hard and fast, giving her enough pressure to finally get her to climax.
She came with a cry and I felt her body tense and then relax. Feeling frantic and desperate, I moved her until she was sitting on my lap again as I reached between us to unzip my jeans and I rushed to get my cock out. As soon as it was released, I felt the cold night air hit it and I shuddered. That was the opposite of what I wanted. I wanted to plunge deep inside Rylee’s warm body and fill her up until she was begging for more.
Above me, Rylee was still shaking a little from the intensity of her orgasm so I grabbed her wrists and pressed them against my chest, encouraging her to use my body to hold herself up. Then I gripped my cock and pressed it against her pulsing, wet pussy. I could feel the heat radiating off her in waves and I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted to sink inside her right then.
“God, R
ylee, you drive me crazy,” I muttered to her as I finally pushed my cock inside her with a moan. Feeling her warmth engulfing me once again after so long felt heavenly. I never wanted to pull out ever again. I wanted to stay buried inside her forever. Being with Rylee like that after all this time felt like coming home. It was a feeling I enjoyed and something I knew I could get used to if Rylee would just give me a chance.
When she started to roll her hips against mine and get into it, I was driven mad with lust. The way she rode me was inexperienced and a little desperate, like Rylee was just as crazy for me as I was for her. I pressed my hands against her hips and gripped her tight. I moved her hips and showed her how to move in just the right way to get my cock rubbing against her sweet spot. She let out a sweet moan when she felt it for the first time and I reveled in it. I wanted to hear those sounds everyday for the rest of my life.
“Oh, Spencer, you feel so good…” she mumbled, her words almost lost in whistle of the wind, but I was close enough to her that I picked them up.
“That’s it, baby,” I encouraged her as I began to thrust my cock up inside her deeper and deeper. “Ride me like you were made for it.”
After a few more hesitant movements, Rylee seemed to get to grips with what she was doing. She leaned down and pressed her hands onto the blanket so our bodies were close once again and she kissed me. Her beautiful, round breasts pressed against my bare chest and I moaned at the feeling of her all around me—totally encompassing me. Her golden locks fell around my head like a curtain that separated us from the rest of the world and I loved every second of it. I wanted to hold onto her – to hold onto this moment – forever.
I wrapped my arms around her small frame and held her close. With every kiss, Rylee was moaning and gasping against my lips in pleasure. It was intoxicating and it made me hold onto her tighter. Our sweating, writhing bodies clung to one another until we both hit a crescendo of pleasure which washed over us like waves over the shore. When we were both finally spent, I held Rylee close and kept my cock buried deep inside her, reluctant to let go, but I knew it had to end sometime.
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