Falling For Ryan: Part One

by Tracy Lorraine

  I can’t help the blush that floods my cheeks at his words. He moves towards me and I break my eye contact and run them down his fine body. My breath catches in my throat as I follow his happy trail to his fully erect cock. I swallow hard and lick my lips. I don’t realise I’m doing it until Ryan speaks. “Like what you see, then?” He has such a cocky grin on his face.

  “Uh huh,” is all I can get out as he steps into the bath with me. The muscles in his arms bulge as he lowers himself and slides his legs along mine.

  I know I’m staring at him with my mouth open, but I can’t help it. When his feet hit my arse, I snap out of my daze. “Please join me, why don’t you?” I say, laughing.

  “Sorry, but I needed to be close to you. You have no idea how I felt when I thought you were dancing at that club.” He places his hands on my shins and slowly rubs up and down.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I should have.” I smile at him, feeling comforted by his need to protect me. Maybe I should be pissed that he even thought I could have been a stripper, but the knowledge of how much it angered him to think of other guys looking at me pushes that away.

  “Come here.” He puts his arms up and slides over to one side of the bath. “I’ll keep my hands to myself, I promise.”

  Ryan

  Why the hell did I say that? There’s no way that will be possible if she slides her wet, naked body up against mine. This has got to be the stupidest thing I have ever done.

  After looking a little reluctant, Molly slides herself next to me. The feel of her naked skin gliding against mine feels incredible. Tingles shoot around my body from the amount of skin-to-skin contact I have with her. When she throws one leg over mine and puts her arm around my waist, I have to shut my eyes and concentrate on breathing for a few seconds. I’m so worked up that if she so much as touches my dick, I’m afraid I’ll go off like a rocket.

  “Are you okay?” Molly asks. When I open my eyes and glance down at her, she has a confused look on her face.

  “Yeah, it’s just a bit much, you know? I needed a few seconds to pull myself together.”

  “I know what you mean. This is crazy, but I sort of like it.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah. A lot, actually,” she says, squeezing me a little tighter against her. I can feel all the soft curves of her body against mine, and it’s driving me crazy. “I know you said you’d keep your hands to yourself, but you can hold me.”

  She tilts her head up from where it’s resting on my chest, and I see a little cheeky smile playing on her lips. I wrap my arm around her, gripping to her hip with my hand and holding her tight.

  We lie like that for the longest time, silent and completely lost in our thoughts, but suddenly I feel Molly tense up next to me.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Something you said when you came in.”

  “Which bit?”

  “You said I’d slept with Adam. I haven’t.”

  “But you went home with him that night we went out with Abbi and Jax. I watched you two go at it on the dance floor, then you dragged him off like you wanted to eat him alive.”

  “That was only encouraged by you dancing with Holly. It was just innocent dancing until you two appeared and I had to watch her grind herself against you.”

  “You did that because of me.”

  “Yes.” She looks embarrassed.

  “Well, I was only dancing with Holly because I was watching you two. I was quite set on going to the bar and getting shitfaced until she stopped me and suggested I give you a show in return.”

  “Whoa, hang on. Holly actually suggested you dance with her? To what? Make me jealous?”

  “Yeah, something like that. Apparently, she could tell how miserable I was. I can’t believe I’m admitting all this; I feel like a right pussy. I didn’t bring her home. She actually had to bring me home because I got so smashed after you left with Adam. All I could picture was you and him, and I needed to drown it out.”

  Molly slowly props herself up on her arm so she can look at me. “So, you didn’t sleep with her?”

  “No. What happened that night? You didn’t come home.”

  “When we got in his flat, things did get a little heated, but it just wasn’t right. We ended up just going to sleep.” She lets out a deep sigh while she contemplates her words. “He wasn’t who I wanted him to be. Every time he spoke, touched me, kissed me, it just wasn’t right. He wasn’t who was in my head.”

  I have to do it. I have to ask. “Who was in your head?”

  Her eyes snap straight up to mine. “You.”

  My heart’s beating so fast after hearing that one word, it feels like it’s about to break through my chest. I pull her tight with the arm I still have around her so that she falls onto my chest, and I kiss her like she’s my lifeline. Having her breasts pressed against my chest while her lips are on mine is the best feeling ever. I grab on to her arse to encourage her to straddle me. When she does, my dick lines right up with her, and I can’t help but grind against her. The feeling is out of this world.

  “Ry,” she says into my mouth, but I can’t pull away yet. I’ve wanted her for so long.

  Eventually, she pulls her lips away from me, but I go for her neck instead, needing to have my lips on her.

  “Ry, I know what I just said, but it doesn’t mean it’s going to be happening anytime soon.”

  “That’s fine, as long as I can do this.”

  I continue kissing and sucking on her neck whilst running my hands from her knees up the backs of her thighs, over her arse, then up her back. I continue to gently rub myself against her. I know she’s ready for it, because the heat coming from her is unbelievable.

  She pulls herself away from me so she’s sitting. Unfortunately, there are so many bubbles in here that I still don’t get a look at her tits. I guess good things are worth waiting for. She puts her hands on my chest and looks down at me with heated eyes.

  “I’m not going to lie, I’ve thought and dreamt about this so many times over the last couple of months that I’ve lost count, but I don’t want to rush this. I’ve spent so long convincing myself that this, us, is a bad idea, that I want to enjoy the build-up. I don’t want to jump in headfirst. Does that make any sense?”

  “Yes. I’m happy, as long as I know you’re mine.”

  Molly smiles down at me before settling back down, cuddled against my side.

  We both fall silent again.

  “Did you end up seeing Emma yesterday?”

  “Yeah, I did. We actually spent all night chatting and catching up. It was really nice.”

  “What did she have to say about this?” I ask, gesturing between us.

  “She said the same thing she told you in the summer, apparently.”

  “One day soon, Molly, I will tell you exactly what I told Emma that day, but only when it’s the perfect time.” She flashes me a dazzling smile and nods at me. “Shall we get out? The water’s cold, and it’s probably getting late. We’ve got the stag do tomorrow, so we’re going to need our sleep.”

  I give her a quick kiss on the lips before jumping out and grabbing a towel. I turn back to look at her before I wrap it around my waist and see her eyes are fixed on my arse.

  “Molly, if you keep looking at me like that, neither of us is going to leave this house ever again.”

  “Sorry,” she says, shaking her head. “I can’t help it. Plus, I know for a fact that if you’d just watched me jump out of the bath and walk naked to the towels, you would be looking at me in exactly the same way.”

  She’s got me there. I would probably be worse, if I’m honest.

  “Here,” I say, holding open a large towel I can wrap her in. She just shakes her head at me. “What?”

  “Shut your eyes.”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Deadly. I said we were taking this slow.”

  “Okay, fine.” I shut my eyes and hold the towel up again.

  I hear the water slo
sh before she presses against the towel in my hands. I wrap it around her body, then open my eyes and watch as she adjusts it and tucks it in place. She looks up at me with a smile before walking out of the bathroom. I go over and let the water out, turn the music off, and grab her glass of wine, still three quarters full. I think that was forgotten when I suddenly stormed in.

  When I enter her bedroom, she’s propped up against her headboard, still wrapped in her fluffy towel. I walk straight over to the other side of the bed, put her glass down, and lie next to her, pulling her to me and placing my lips back where they belong: on hers.

  I move away from her when things start to get heated again. What I said in the bath was true. I will wait forever, as long as I have her in my arms and against my lips. I roll onto my back and pull her so she’s once again tucked into my side. She places her head on my chest, right above my heart.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Molly

  I wake up feeling hot and sticky. My whole body is plastered against Ryan.

  I’m completely stark naked and stuck to a similarly naked Ryan. I feel myself tense, my heart rate increase, and I can’t help but smile. I’ve dreamt of waking up like this many times, and now it’s actually happening.

  I feel Ryan’s arm tighten around me, so I tilt my head up to look at him. His eyes are shining bright and he has a smile on his face to rival mine.

  “Morning. You look happy to see me,” I say, smiling at him.

  “You have no idea how much. Especially since you’re wrapped around me naked.”

  “Yeah, about that…”

  “Don’t look at me. As much as I wanted to rip that towel off your body, I didn’t. I only just woke up myself. You must have done it in your sleep.”

  “What about yours?”

  “It must have come undone, because I’m still lying on it.”

  I run my hand down his stomach and feel his muscles clench as my hand travels lower. Much to his disappointment, I move it to the side and over his hip to feel his towel.

  “Oh yeah,” I say with a smirk.

  “You’re going to be the death of me, woman,” he says, scowling. I can’t help but laugh at him. “Do you want tea?”

  “Always.”

  “Okay, I’ll go make it if you promise to still be naked in this bed when I get back.”

  I pretend to think about it for a few seconds before agreeing. I watch as Ryan drags his sexy body out of my bed, and I can’t pull my gaze away from his perfect arse as he walks into my bathroom. After a couple of minutes, he returns, wearing his boxers and clearly showing me how much he loves the idea of me naked in bed.

  “Hey, if I’ve got to be naked, so do you.”

  “I promise to take them off when I come back, but you know what the woman next door is like for nosing in. The only eyes I want on my naked arse are yours, Miss Molly.”

  I watch him walk out, then lie back in the bed smiling, listening to him pottering around upstairs.

  Before long, he’s back, carrying two mugs. He places them on the bedside table before taking his boxers off as promised and slipping back into bed. He pulls the duvet over him, but only so it just covers his lap, leaving his top half uncovered for me to drool over.

  He looks at me looking at him. “I love your body,” I tell him. I trace my finger between his pecs and over his six pack before running it over his happy trail and off to the side. I know I’m teasing him, but I just can’t help myself.

  “So, you get to do that, but I have to wait to see your fit-as-fuck body. Explain to me how that’s fair.”

  “Hey, you decided to get your kit off in front of me; I didn’t make you.”

  “It’s worth it to watch you drool over me,” he says with a knowing wink.

  I just shrug him off while I sit myself up against the headboard and tuck the duvet under my arms to keep me covered. I know it’s irrational, but I don’t want all the mystery gone after only one day.

  We spend hours sat in bed, chatting. Ryan makes regular trips to the kitchen for more drinks and food. He regularly tries lifting the duvet from me while I’m not paying attention, but he only ever gets a peek at my side or my leg. Even that has him licking his lips and swallowing hard. I can only imagine how he’ll react when I give in. He makes me feel more beautiful and sexy than I have in my whole life. I feel like I’m on Cloud Nine right now.

  Ryan’s happy and playful mood falters a little when I tell him I think we should still go to the party tonight as planned, with Adam and Holly. I also watch his face drop when I explain that I want to keep what is going on between us just between us for a while. I know people are going to judge us, and I want to make sure we’re solid before we get hit with any scrutiny. Although Ryan isn’t happy about either suggestion, I know he understands. Both Adam and Holly were invited to this party weeks ago, and both have outfits ready. Plus, I need to sit down with Adam and explain, and a stag do isn’t the time for that.

  Before we know it, it’s time to get ready for the party. I usher Ryan out of my room so I can do it alone. I want to surprise him with my outfit.

  I’ve just heard the taxi pull up outside five minutes early, so I do some final touch-ups to my hair and makeup before slipping my shoes on.

  “Molls, the taxi’s here. Are you ready?” Ryan shouts as he comes down the stairs.

  “Yes, two seconds.” I do one last check in the mirror before turning around, grabbing my bag and pulling the door open.

  “Oh, holy mother of God. You cannot go out like that. I’ll end up punching any guy who happens to look in your general direction.”

  I just smile at him. “I got the right one, then?” I knew instantly that the policewoman outfit was his favourite.

  It’s a navy blue halter neck, cut quite low. It has a full skirt with lace petticoat making it puff out, with handcuffs hanging off the belt, a badge on my left breast, and a hat. I’ve paired it with a pair of black lace-topped hold ups and high black platform heels that have silver chains on the back to match my handcuffs. Even I thought I looked pretty hot when I looked in the mirror.

  “Yeah, apparently so—although I’m thinking you shouldn’t be allowed out wearing it. It should be banned, for use in the bedroom only.”

  “Oh, for goodness sake, Ry, everyone there will be dressed in something like this. No one will even look twice.”

  I give him a onceover. He looks truly edible in his sharp black suit. Even the chain and shiny shoes he complained about look great. I don’t think he’ll be the only one with some jealousy issues tonight. I just know the amount of attention he’s going to receive from looking like that.

  “Hmm,” he says as he watches me grab my coat. Luckily, it’s long enough to cover everything so I won’t look too out of place before we get to the club. Adam and Holly are meeting us there as they both live in the city.

  “Come on.” I grab Ryan’s hand and pull him towards the front door. He does not look happy about this at all.

  “I’m not going to be able to do anything I want to do to you tonight, because you’re going with your ‘date’.” He sulks next to me in the car.

  “That may be true, but you’ll be the one I go home with at the end of the night and, if you’re a good boy, I might even let you sleep in my bed again.”

  That perks him up a little. He turns his head and leans in to me. “Naked?” he whispers in my ear, his breath giving me goosebumps.

  “Maybe.”

  I hear him groan next to me.

  Before long, we’re pulling up outside the club. Ryan pays the driver and we both get out. As soon as we enter the foyer, I spot Adam and Holly talking together in the corner. They must recognise each other from the night at the club.

  “Here she is,” Adam says as he spots me. He comes racing over to me and goes to give me a kiss, but I quickly turn my head so his lips land on my cheek. I know Ryan’s watching, his eyes are burning into the back of my head. Maybe this is going to be harder than I thought. I look over to see
Holly watching us, too. Has he already told her something’s happened between us? From the way she’s scowling at me, I’d say yes.

  The four of us walk over to check our coats in. Holly removes hers first to reveal a sexy little nurse outfit. To my surprise, Adam whistles next to me. Holly looks over her shoulder and gives him a sexy little smile. He then looks at me and raises an eyebrow. I feel less confident all of a sudden about showing off the outfit I know Ryan loves so much. I take a deep breath and pull it off my shoulders.

  “Fuck,” Adam says, looking me up and down.

  I fidget, feeling slightly uncomfortable with his perusal. I glance over to Ryan to see his jaw set, the muscle in his neck pulsing, and his fists clenched tightly at his sides. I watch as Holly strokes his arm gently, trying to get him to calm down.

  Once I’ve handed my coat over, I see Adam’s hand move like he’s going to grab mine, so I quickly lift my arm and scratch my nose. The only man I want touching me from now on is Ryan, so until I can talk to Adam, I’m just going to have to avoid it. He moves his hand to the small of my back instead and guides me to the stairs to join Shane, Chris, and the rest of their guests. Ryan and Holly follow. I can only imagine the look on his face.

  Not long after we arrive, they announce it’s time for dinner. There are loads of round tables filling the room. Each one has red and black feathers coming out of vases in the centre. It all looks a little burlesque, sexual, and seductive. Those are the last feelings I need to be having with Ryan and my date at the same party.

  We find our table and take our seats. I’m sat with Ryan to my left and Adam to my right. This should be interesting.

  The dinner is bearable at best. The food and wine are amazing; Shane and Chris did a good job choosing the catering. They look so happy. Every time I glance over to them, they’re either staring at each other lovingly or laughing at something the other said. It’s so lovely to see.