Misunderstood

by Kaylee, Katy

  “Hey.” His eyes gleamed with surprise.

  I ran to him, throwing myself into his arms. He was sweaty and smelled like my man. Too bad all these other players were around because I had the most incredible urge to give him the blow job of his life.

  “You did it, Ryder. I’m so happy for you.”

  “We did it, baby.” He kissed me hard and then set me down. “We need to be careful. If you get me hot, I’ll never live it down.” He winked.

  “Great job, Ryder.” Ray shook Ryder’s hand. “I think we’ll be able to get you a raise in your next contract.”

  “Where’s my hug, Katie?” one of Ryder’s teammates, who was also buck naked, said.

  “Keep away from my girl,” Ryder growled. But then he grinned at me. “We have celebrating to do.”

  The next two days were a whirlwind of celebratory activity. There was a party that night and the next day, we flew home where the city had a parade and celebration for the Super Bowl-winning San Diego Orcas.

  That afternoon, we went home, packed again and by that evening me, Ryder, Savannah, my parents and brother, Ray and George with his friend Nora were in Las Vegas. I stood next to Ryder, unable to keep my eyes off his gorgeous face as we stood in front of the man who would officiate our wedding.

  “You’re okay with a quickie Vegas wedding?” Ryder asked again for the umpteenth time.

  “Yes. I just want to be married.” Like him, I didn’t need a big ceremony. Just family and good friends, and someone to stay “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

  The ceremony seemed to take forever, but finally, the words were said, and Ryder was kissing me as Mrs. Ryder Malloy. Except for Savannah’s birth, I couldn’t remember ever being happier.

  We had a small reception in our hotel suite, but all I could think about was being alone with my new husband.

  Ryder must have felt the same; he bent over, kissed me and said, “We need to consummate this marriage.” My pussy contracted in agreement.

  We packed up our things and prepared for a week on the coast of Mexico; far enough away to feel like we were on vacation, but not so far we couldn’t get home in a few hours if Savannah needed us.

  “Here is the travel information to get back to California,” Ryder said to Danny, giving him the private plane information that would take my family back to San Diego where they’d stay at our home with Savannah while we honeymooned.

  He turned to my parents. “You sure you’re going to be okay with Savannah?” I knew he didn’t doubt my parents’ ability to care for her. He was just being a protective father. This was the first time we both would be away from her together.

  My mother tsk-tsked. “I’ve raised three children, Ryder. I think I know what I’m doing.”

  I looked to Ryder wondering about his reaction to my mother including him as one of her children. His eyes swam with emotion.

  “Thank you.” He hugged her tight.

  An hour later, we were on another private plane heading toward Mexico. The flight was just long enough for me to ride Ryder’s cock and consummate our marriage.

  Later that evening, we lay in bed after more consummation, with the windows open and the sound of the ocean waves splashing outside. The room was dark, lit only by the moon. It felt like I was in a dream. A dream come true.

  “I never thought I’d have all this.” Ryder kissed my head.

  “All what?” I lifted my head to look at him.

  “Love. Family.”

  “You do Ryder. I love you and my family loves you.”

  He smiled. “I’d give up being Super Bowl champ just to have this.” He rolled me under him. “You’re everything to me, Katie. You and Savannah.”

  I pressed my palm to his cheek. “You’re everything to us. You’ve earned all the love and accolades.”

  “Ray says a shoe company is interested in endorsing me.”

  I kissed his chest. “Of course they are. You’re Ryder Malloy.”

  He grinned. “I owe you some props for taming this bad boy.”

  I made a pfffttt sound. “You’re not tamed, Ryder.” I gripped his cock, stroking it back to life.

  He hissed.

  “You just keep all your wild ways for me and only me.”

  His eyes turned feral. “You make me wild, Katie.” He pumped his cock in my hand. I loved to feel it grow and harden. My pussy contracted knowing it wouldn’t be long before it was sliding inside me, giving me the ultimate pleasure.

  He finally pushed my hand away, and made my pussy happy by thrusting deep in one stroke. Our sighs and groans filled the room.

  “I love your tight pussy, Katie. It feels so fucking good.” He moved slowly in and out as his hands gripped mine, palm to palm, and lifted them over my head.

  He thrust in and forced my breath out of me as electric pleasure sizzled along my skin.

  “You like that, baby?”

  “Yes. Oh… so good.”

  “I’m going to make you come. Scream my name when you do, Katie. I want the world to know I’m yours.” He bent his head, and sucked on my nipples, making me writhe beneath him as need coiled tighter and tighter.

  “Look at me, Katie. I want to watch you come.”

  It took all my effort to open my eyes, as he pumped in and out of me, each time a little faster, a little harder.

  My breath was labored, my heart was racing and my pussy was on fire with need.

  “Oh God.” I was teetering on the edge.

  “That’s it, baby.” I heard the strain in his voice, knowing he was close too. I could tell because I could feel every ridge of his cock as it stroked my hot needy pussy.

  And then I was there. He thrust in, ground his hips against me, massaging my clit, and I went soaring.

  “Ryder!”

  “Ah God yes!” He did it again and again, drawing out my orgasm until I was a boneless heap filled with his cum. He wrapped me in his arms, rolling us until he tucked me close by his side. “I love you, baby.”

  “I love you, Ryder.” I rested my head on his shoulder, savoring the man who’d brought so much joy and love to my life. “You were right, all those years ago.”

  “Oh?” His hand gently rubbed my back.

  “We’ve got a good thing going here.”

  ***The End***

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  Rafe Buchanan – 6’3’’. Hard muscle. Marine MP. My brother’s best friend. And the guy who took my innocence five years ago!

  Also the guy who gave me the most precious gift ever – my daughter (well, our daughter I should be saying).

  Did I tell you he kinda left me, asking me to move on?

  So, that’s what I did.

  I moved on to study further, to raise my child and to work with the Marines.

  Everything is going great until…

  Rafe shows up at my clinic.

  He’s seeking a cure for PTSD, and I’m his counselor.

  It’s totally f*ck*d up, right?

  Once again, our attraction is instant, the chemistry undeniable and don’t even get me started how good he is in bed.

  I want him so bad, but can’t let him know about our daughter.

  There’s no way our relationship could work.

  They say war is hell, but isn’t love a torture!

  Prologue

  Summer

  I sat on the porch of our tired-looking, but love-filled home, as all our friends and family mingled in our front yard, enjoying barbecue,
beer, and the huge sheet cake Mrs. Mason made with the words ‘Congratulations Summer’ and little plastic graduation caps on it. I was feeling extremely content. I’d achieved a big milestone; college graduate. I was the first in my family to achieve that distinction.

  “Look at you my pretty baby girl.” My father looked gruff with his buzz cut and ruddy facial features, but he was a big softy inside. “All grown up and now a college graduate. You must have been switched at the hospital because neither your mother nor I are smart enough to have bred the likes of you.”

  I smiled. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

  My father said he barely had an eighth-grade education, but I know he graduated from high school because I had the same guidance counselor as he did. Granted the counselor didn’t think much of my daddy or my brother, Gavin, but still, they both had a high school diploma.

  My father went to vocational school to learn about heating and air, and now, years later, he owned his own HVAC business. He wasn’t rich, but me and Gavin always had what we needed. I don’t know much about my momma. She ran off with some rich city guy when I was five and Gavin was nine. We talked to her a few times right after that, but within a year, she stopped calling, and we hadn’t heard from her since.

  “I’m just so proud of you, Summer, it makes my heart want to burst from my chest.”

  “Aw, dad.” I stood and gave him a hug.

  “There’s my brilliant sister.” Gavin’s voice cut through the din of noise of the guests. He walked with a limp, the result of losing his lower left leg while serving in Iraq. But the swaying was the result of drinking.

  I looked up at my father, who’s brows furrowed in a mixture of anger and pity. Since coming home from Iraq last year, Gavin had struggled to acclimate back to civilian life. He was bitter and angry a lot, and I suspected he suffered from PTSD, all of which he seemed to cope with by drinking.

  “Hey, Summer, congratulations.” Lainey Spalding, Gavin’s high school sweetheart, walked next to him. As he maneuvered the steps, he started to lose his balance. Lainey reached out to help him.

  “I can do it!” He jerked away, causing himself to nearly topple over the other way.

  “I can’t watch this,” my father murmured as he turned and headed into the house.

  “Thank you guys so much for coming,” I said to Gavin and Lainey.

  “Are you kidding? We wouldn’t miss it.” Lainey handed me a wrapped present.

  “Yeah, free beer.” Gavin grabbed a can of the brew from the cooler.

  I wanted to call my brother out, but we were at a party. He’d suffered so much in serving his country, it didn’t seem right to add insult to injury by embarrassing him in front of our friends and family.

  “Hey, Gavin!” John Lister strode to the bottom of the steps. “Hey, Summer, congrats,” he said to me before turning his attention back to Gavin. “Did you hear Rafe’s back in town?”

  “I heard his Memaw died,” Lainey said referring to Rafe Buchanan’s grandmother.

  The mention of Rafe’s name sent all sorts of feelings through me. He’d been my brother’s best friend and teammate in every sport offered at the high school and rec center, and sometimes partners in crime when they were up to mischief. They’d both enlisted in the Marines right after high school, but ended up in different places at the end of boot camp.

  For me, Rafe was the embodiment of perfection. From the moment I started puberty, he’d gone from ‘annoying friend of my irritating brother’ to the prince charming of every fairy tale dream I ever had. He was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. He was charming, mischievous, and while I didn’t know for sure, I suspected he was a great kisser because he had wonderfully full lips. Not that he ever noticed me.

  Rafe was raised by his grandmother because his parents couldn’t ever get off drugs and alcohol. I looked at my brother and wondered if he was heading down that same path. His drinking seemed worse every time I saw him.

  “Hard to believe God could get that woman up into heaven,” my father said returning to the porch. “Emmaline was probably dragged up there kicking and screaming.”

  I laughed. Rafe’s grandmother was known to be a handful, especially when it came to Rafe. Since she was his last living relative that he had anything to do with, I had no doubt she didn’t want to leave him behind all alone in the world.

  “Someone should invite him over,” Gavin said. “I can show him mine and he can show me his.” Gavin lifted his pant leg revealing his prosthetic leg. “Of course, knowing him, he’s unscathed.” There was bitterness in his voice that broke my heart.

  “His Memaw just died,” I said. “He’s not going to be in a party mood.”

  “Just as well. More beer for me.”

  I shook my head, wishing there was something I could do to help my brother. The military had made him hard, and war had made him angry and bitter.

  The party was in full swing, with everyone talking, a few people were dancing to the music, and a couple was necking out by the old oak tree. They were all occupied, which meant I could sneak off to visit Rafe.

  The idea that he was alone in his grandmother’s house made me sad. In the old days, Gavin would have gone, but he was nearly passed out with poor Lainey watching over him.

  Without telling anyone, I headed to the side of the house, which sat on a large corner lot, and then turned up the block toward Rafe’s grandmother's house.

  Hope, Virginia was a small, rural, country town sitting on the James River. It felt like the middle of nowhere, but in fact, was only about thirty miles from the capital, Richmond. In recent years, city folks had discovered the area, and some were moving down for the slower life and cheaper cost of living, while others had weekend homes here. It was both good and bad for residents. Good because these people brought money and improvements. The bad part was that it was driving up the cost of housing making it harder for us regular folks to live here.

  Rafe’s grandmother owned a bungalow on the river, which, when built in the 1940s, was probably considered spacious. Most of the homes around Emmaline’s house had been bought by rich folks, who tore them down and replaced them with giant three-thousand square foot homes. Fortunately, she had an acre of land, so they didn’t tower over her little piece of heaven.

  As I made my way toward the river, I wondered what Rafe was going to do with the house. While he’d been gone for nearly the entire six years he’d been enlisted, it always felt like he lived here. But now with his grandma gone, there was nothing to keep him in Hope. The idea that I might never see him again was depressing.

  As I approached the house, I saw the front door was open behind the screened door. It was May in Virginia, so it wasn’t too hot and humid yet, making it a good time of year to let fresh air in the home.

  I walked up the steps to the front porch and peered through the screen door. My heart skipped a beat as Rafe’s tall body stood with its back to me. He wore faded jeans that accentuated his fantastic back side, and a white t-shirt pulled tight across broad shoulders. He appeared to have one forearm resting on the mantel over the fireplace as if was studying the pictures there.

  For a moment, I second-guessed my visit. Perhaps he wanted to be alone. However, Southerners weren’t known for being neighborly for no reason. I just wished I thought to bring him something, like a casserole.

  “Knock, knock,” I said.

  He whipped around, almost as if startled. He stepped back, hitting the mantle and knocking over a picture frame.

  “Oh, I’m sorry, Rafe.”

  “Summer.”

  In high school, Rafe had a pretty boy handsomeness to him. The man before me was still as handsome, but it was rugged, almost dangerous looking. His hair was shorter than I’d ever seen. It was buzzed along the sides, with just a little bit more length on the top. His eyes were still dark and his lips still perfectly full. But his face seemed thinner and harder like it had been chiseled from granite.

  “Hi. I hope I’m not interrupting. I
just wanted to come by and tell you how sorry I was to hear about Emmaline.”

  His body appeared to be coiled up like it was ready for a fight. But with a breath, he relaxed and even managed a small smile. “That pack a day finally caught up to her.”

  I wanted to hug him. In fact, I felt compelled to pull him into an embrace. Not just because I’d been lusting after him for eight years, but because it looked like he needed one. Rafe was a big, strong marine, but even alpha males needed support.

  I walked toward him, holding my hands up so he’d know my intentions. His eyes showed surprise, but he didn’t step away or ward me off. It was hard to hug him because he was huge, nearly 6’3” to my 5’4”. Even if our height wasn’t a problem, his width would be. He was massive through the shoulders and chest.

  But I managed to get my arms around him, and rested my head against his chest. He seemed a little stiff at first but then relaxed, holding me and even dipping his head next to mine.

  “Thank you.” He said when I reluctantly pulled away. Then he cocked his head. “Aren’t you having a party or something today?”

  I nodded. “It’s my graduation party. I earned my bachelor’s degree.”

  He smiled, and it was magnificent. “Congratulations, Summer. That’s awesome. Is Gavin there?”

  “Yes.”

  He must have noticed a change in my expression because he faltered. “I heard he lost his leg. How’s he doing?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess it will take time.”

  He nodded as if he knew. Of course, he would. He was with people in Gavin’s situation all the time. I studied him to see if he had any signs of injury.

  “How are you? I mean besides losing your grandma? Have you been injured?”

  His featured darkened. “I haven’t lost a limb.” The hardness in his tone told me this wasn’t a topic we needed to cover.

  I smiled, wanting to change the subject. “Have you been down to the river?”