She was right, of course. Not for the first time, I regretted being too caught up with the patent to even call the coffee shop once. If I had, maybe things would have been totally different… But still, Rylee hadn’t told me about Jayden after we reunited again. She had so many opportunities, but she said nothing!
I let out a frustrated groan. “I understand why you did, but that still doesn’t explain why I had to hear about Jayden from your mother,” I countered with a shake of my head. “You could have told me the first time we saw each other on Sunday at dinner or even when we went to sit down by the river on Tuesday or when I took you out for a picnic on Thursday. You had so many opportunities, Rylee!”
Rylee looked down at her feet and clasped her hands together. “You’re right, I could have,” she told me with a nod. “But honestly, I was scared, Spencer. I had no idea what was going on with you. You showed up out of the blue after five years and I didn’t know whether you’d be staying or whether you might vanish again like you did last time… What was I supposed to do? Just welcome you into my son’s life with open arms?” She scoffed. “I can take the rejection if you disappeared again. I’m a grown woman, but I won’t let my son get hurt by someone because they can’t make up their mind about what they want.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I rounded on Rylee and caged her against the wall. “I’ve told you over and over again exactly what I want: you,” I told her in a husky whisper. “You must have the wrong impression of me, Rylee, because I would never reject my own flesh and blood and I would never, never, reject you.”
Before I could change my mind, I leaned in and planted a fierce kiss on her lips. Every ounce of anger vibrating inside me changed to passion as soon as I was touching her again. At first, she hesitated. I think she was a little surprised by my sudden change in mood, but soon, she was reaching for me and twining her fingers in my hair. She pulled my head down toward hers, begging for more and I gave it to her.
My tongue slipped inside her mouth and explored the warmth within. No matter how many times we had kissed already this week, I was blown away by how wonderful it felt every time. But I wasn’t concentrating on how much I cared about Rylee this time. Instead, I was overcome with a desperate need to show her how serious I was about her. I wanted to show her how farfetched the idea of rejection was and claim her as my own yet another time.
“I’ll never leave you again, Rylee,” I whispered harshly against her lips. “You’re mine, don’t you get that yet? Or do I have to prove it again?” I pushed her hips roughly with my hand until they hit the wall. She let out a little shriek at the action, but she continued to cling to me, unperturbed by my tough treatment.
I smirked down at her and I knew I must look like a predator staring down it’s prey, but I didn’t care. Now that Rylee was within my sights, I wanted her—no, I needed her. My hands wandered up her curvy body, feeling every inch of her and tearing at her shirt until it was open, revealing her creamy, pale skin and her soft, round breasts. The shirt was still hanging off her shoulders, but neither of us seemed to care.
Rylee was breathing unevenly and her fingers were digging into my skin where she clung to the back of my neck. I smiled again and wandered my hands up her body, lingering for a little while to pink and tease her nipples through her bra before reaching the base of her neck and gripping tight to the hair there.
I kissed her furiously once more, nipping at her bottom lip with my teeth, before trailing kisses down her chin and to her neck. Once I was there, I licked and sucked her smooth skin before digging my teeth into the juncture between her neck and shoulder. I didn’t bite down hard, just enough to leave a mark, and Rylee writhed against me in pleasure. I could tell she was enjoying every second of it. So, I kept up my onslaught until I left two bright red hickeys on her skin, one on her neck and one on her exposed collarbone. Once I was satisfied, I pulled away to admire my handy work and grinned down at her.
“Just beautiful,” I told her in awe. “Now, no-one – not even you – can question whether I’m devoted to you.”
Rylee moaned at my words and clung tighter to me. It was clear how badly she wanted me and I was happy to oblige. I grabbed her wrists and pinned her against the wall. Her back hit the plaster and she groaned from the impact. I seized her lips in another kiss while my hands wandered down her body to her sweat pants. I eased the waist band down with one hand while my other was cupped and squeezing her breasts. I wanted her so badly, I could hardly wait.
“I hope you’re ready for me,” I told her before kissing her again. Her sweat pants dropped to the floor along with her panties and I gripped her thigh tight before lifting her up and wrapping her legs around my waist. “I need to have you right now.”
14
Rylee
Those words made me shudder all over. Spencer always had a way to make me feel like I was the most desirable person in the world and I couldn’t help but get pulled under by his charm. I nodded in confirmation to him before diving back in for an open-mouthed, rough kiss. As I rubbed his tongue with my own, I heard the rustle of his jeans and then the telltale sound of a zipper. My heart raced in excitement. I so desperately wanted to feel him inside me, especially after the rough day we had both had.
I reached between our bodies and found his cock. I grinned over at him as I massaged the thick, hot length. He was circumcised and so I had to spit on my hand to make the slide a little smoother, but once I’d done that, he was moaning in desire.
“Rylee, you drive me crazy,” he told me once more and I smiled. No matter how complicated things seemed between us, this was the one way we always were able to figure out.
My hand pumped his length up and down, up and down, until Spencer couldn’t take it any longer. He tried to bat my hand away, but instead of letting him, I ran my thumb over the swollen head of his cock and pressing against the tip. His head fell back on a breathy moan and I grinned, satisfied at the mess I could make of him with just my hand.
It seemed like Spencer was done letting me have my fun, however. He pushed me back against the wall again and held me up with one hand while the other grabbed his cock and pushed it deep inside me. I cried out in ecstasy as he breached me and I was once more being filled up by the man I’d been desperately fantasizing about for five years straight now.
My legs squeezed tighter around his hips, begging him to push in as deep as he could. Despite having sex just a few days ago, he felt just as huge as he had back then. I would have thought my pussy would get used to the stretch of him, but it seemed not. Instead, every time he pushed inside me was as dizzyingly blissful as the first time.
My hands gripped his shoulders tight as he began thrusting his hips, fucking up into my hot, tight little body with short, sharp motions until my vision was blurring in pleasure. “Yes, Spencer, oh fuck!” I cried out in ecstasy. My whole body was heating as a familiar, pleasant feeling began to blossom in my lower belly.
Spencer was too lost in his own desire to hear me however. His head was pressed against his shoulder as he roughly fucked me while holding me perfectly still. The display of his strength and masculine was enough to make me swoon, but he was also nailing my g spot with every thrust and I felt like I was going to explode. I’d never had an orgasm without touching my clit before, but it seemed like Spencer was determined to change that.
His free hand moved up my naked waist and gripped at the cup of my bra. He pulled it down until my bare breast popped out at the top. He groaned in satisfaction before leaning down and sucking on my nipple, even biting on it lightly. The mixture of pleasure and pain was too much and it sent a jolt of electricity down my whole body. I was growing hotter and more desperate to orgasm with every passing moment, but I wanted to touch him and enjoy the feeling of his body like this.
My hands ran down to his hips and I tugged at his t-shirt until I could slip my fingers underneath the fabric. There I found his bulging, hard muscles and I let out a breathy sigh when I touched his abs. Th
ey were yet another piece of evidence of what a hard worker Spencer was and just how strong he was. I couldn’t help it. I wanted him to completely take me, to sweep me off my feet and make me his.
I wanted everything that Spencer had promised, I was just too scared to accept.
Instead, I threw myself into the act of sex. I wrapped my arms around his neck and began rocking my hips against his in time with his thrusts. The additional movement from me meant that Spencer’s dick pushed deeper inside me than ever before and I cried out in ecstasy. I never wanted this to end, but I could feel the familiar tensing of my thighs and stomach like I always did right before I orgasmed.
“Oh, Spencer, I’m so close… Please…” I begged, feeling like I would do anything in that moment if it meant he’d keep fucking me like this.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ve got you,” Spencer told me in a rough, strained voice as he continued to pound his big, fat cock inside my tight, wet pussy. His mouth continued to lick and suck at my nipples and soon enough, I found myself screaming his name while I shuddered in his arms. My whole body shook with the intensity of my orgasm and I gripped to him tight like a lifeline. I felt like I’d been swept away in a hurricane and Spencer was the only thing keeping me safe.
As I came down from my high, Spencer was still fucking me hard and fast and it was so good but almost a little too much. If he didn’t stop soon, he’d probably send me spiraling toward another orgasm, yet I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to stop. Instead, I lifted his head with my hand and caught his lips in a searing kiss. Spencer wrapped his arms around my body and fucked into my body two more times before he was groaning against my lips. I felt his sticky seed spill inside me and warm me for a moment before he was pulling out and pressing his forehead against my own. His come dripped out of me then, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, in fact I enjoyed that he had claimed me in such a natural, animalistic way.
“God, Rylee, you’re perfect,” he muttered before kissing me again and pulling my body against his own. I kissed him a little half-heartedly since I was exhausted from our love-making, but when he pulled away and finally let me find my feet again, I felt the weight of what he had done hit me.
I couldn’t keep doing this. Everyone would think my mom’s boyfriend was cheating on her with me. They’d think I’d stolen her boyfriend away from her. Some of the older women would probably even start calling me a slut if they knew. It was all too humiliating to bear and I just couldn’t have my son growing up listening to that kind of gossip about his mother and grandmother.
As I steadied myself against the wall, still feeling a little shaky from the mind-blowing sex, I reached for my underwear and my sweatpants. I pulled them back on a little hastily before noticing that Spencer had redressed too. Tears welled in my eyes as I realized that there was no happy ending for us. No matter how much I wanted this, someone was going to end up hurt and that wasn’t fair.
“I… I can’t do this, Spencer,” I whispered, my voice sound hoarse and broken.
“Can’t do what?” he asked me with a satisfied smirk. “If you’re talking about sex, I can assure you that you can indeed do that very, very well.” He shot me a wink and I realized that he hadn’t read the tone in my voice at all.
“No, Spencer, not the sex,” I replied before shaking my head. “Well, yes, I can’t do that anymore either, but it’s not just that. I can’t do this. I can’t do us.”
The smile on Spencer’s face completely fell as he realized what I was saying. “Oh, come on, Rylee, not this again. I thought we’d gone over this already.”
“We have and I still haven’t changed my mind,” I told him with more confidence than I really felt. “I knew getting involved with you again was too complicated and I knew it wouldn’t work out and I still think that.”
“Come on, Rylee, you can’t—”
“Actually, I can,” I interrupted and crossed my arms over my chest. “A relationship goes two ways and I get to decide if I want to be in one or not and I decide that we’re not. For starters, you’re my mom’s boyfriend, for Christ’s sake!”
“No, I’m not,” Spencer argued. “You know that’s not true, not really.”
“For all intents and purposes, it is,” I shot back. “Especially in the eyes of everyone else. Besides, I’ve done just fine without you these last five years and so has Jayden. I don’t see any reason to change that now. You don’t need to worry about him.”
I could tell that Spencer was shocked and hurt by what I said. He seemed to recoil like I’d slapped him around the face. I didn’t want to hurt him, in fact, that was the opposite of what I wanted, but I just couldn’t do this anymore. I couldn’t keep pretending like everything was fine when it really wasn’t and I didn’t like that Spencer kept saying everything would work out when he had no idea how to fix anything.
He leaned in close to me then, practically pinning me back against the wall again. His gray eyes stared intently into my own. “If you think I’m going to give up without a fight, you’re sorely mistaken,” he told me. “I want to know my son and I want to be a part of his life, even if you don’t want me in yours.”
“Maybe you should have thought about that before pretending to date my mom!” I spat back at him.
“Is that what this is? Are you jealous?” he accused me.
“No,” I answered straight away, my cheeks flushing red since I knew there was truth in his words.
“Whatever, Rylee. We’re going to find a way to make it work because I’m not going to give up easily. Remember that.” He stared at me for a long time after that and for a moment, I thought he was expecting me to say something more, but instead I remained silent.
Clearly fed up with my stubbornness, Spencer huffed and pushed away from the wall with a shake of his head. “This isn’t over, Rylee,” he told me before turning and heading toward the door. As it slammed behind him, I let out a long breath and dropped my head into my hands.
What a mess.
15
Spencer
The sun was high in the sky and burning a crimson mark on my shoulders as I bent over once more and began to lift another hay bale on Wednesday afternoon. Once I’d heaved it up and I had a tight grip on it, I began to walk toward the stable with it. I’d left the door open already so I walked in and dumped the hay on the floor. A huff of warm breath left my body and I reached up to wipe the sweat from my brow before going to grab a pitch fork so I could distribute the hay to each of the horses.
I’d been at it all day on the farm, just trying to keep my mind off of Rylee and everything that was going on. I knew that if I let myself dwell on the thought for too long, that I’d end up working myself up about the whole thing. If I did that, I’d just head over to Rylee’s house again for another argument just like last time and that was the last thing either of us needed right now.
Rylee clearly needed space to think things over and I needed to get my head straight. After all, I had a son now. I wasn’t just Spencer Reid, bachelor billionaire anymore. There were things that needed to be arranged, like my will. I’d need to alter it so Jayden was the beneficiary if anything happened to me. Then there was the case of where I was going to live from now on. I came back to Halston looking for investment opportunities, but I’d never thought I’d find a little family. Now there was no question about it. I needed to go wherever Rylee and Jayden where. If that meant Halston, that’s where I’d be. If it meant Mars, that’s where I’d be.
I shoveled hay into each of the horse’s stalls while I tried to get a grip on my emotions. I’d not even met the kid yet and already I was feeling overwhelmed with a mixture of grief for the years I’d lost and excitement for the years to come. When I thought about Rylee, I imagined our life together. I wanted to be able to hold her in my arms every day. For the first time in my life, I imagined settling down and having a family. But I still couldn’t shake the rage I felt at her betrayal. How could she have a kid and not tell me?!
With a sigh, I
set the pitchfork aside and strutted out of the stable. I’d pretty much completed all the necessary tasks around the ranch over the course of the morning. It had been good to keep myself occupied, but now that I had run out of things to do, my restlessness was returning.
I headed toward the chicken coop where Sam was busy checking over the hens for any illness or injuries. I hoped he’d have come up with another job for me. After all, on a ranch of that size, there had to be a never-ending list of work that needed to be done.
“Hey, Sam!” I called over to him as I approached. “How’re the chickens doing?”
“All healthy and squeaky clean, just the way we like them,” Sam replied before looking up at me. The sun was in his eyes so he raised his hand like a visor. “You finished with the horses?”
“Yep, they’re all sorted and mucked out.”
“Good, good. Thanks for your help, Spencer,” he told me with a grateful smile. “I have to say, I didn’t expect a city slicker like you to pitch in while you were visiting.”
I laughed and pretended to look hurt. “How dare you! I’m no city slicker, I was born here in the dirt, same as you!”
Sam laughed. “You’ve been living in the city for long enough.”
“Yeah, well, sometimes you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone,” I told him with a sour expression. My mind wandered back to Rylee and Jayden again. It was impossible to stop it. I couldn’t help but think about that meeting in Chicago. It had provided me with wealth beyond my wildest dreams, but no amount of money could buy me the last five years back.
“Did you miss the hard work of ranching while you were busy being a big city fella?” Sam probed, standing up and wiping his hands down his jeans.
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