Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Chapter 55 (9/27/16)

When I woke up in the morning, Ryan was still fast asleep next to me.  It was chilly in his room, and I wasn’t quite ready to get out of bed.  I snuggled up to him, and he shifted in his sleep, wrapping his arm tighter around me.  I dozed off again, sleeping for another 30 minutes or so.  This time when I woke up, I was too hot.  I laid in bed for a few more minutes, but knew I wouldn’t be falling back asleep.  Ryan didn’t look like he was anywhere near getting up.
I carefully extricated myself from Ryan’s arms and slipped out of bed.  Half of my clothes were downstairs, and I didn’t want to put any of them back on.  Instead, I picked up a hooded sweatshirt from the floor, sniffed it suspiciously, and then pulled it over my head.  It smelled like Ryan, but was passably clean.  I spotted a pair of gym shorts, folded neatly, on top of a pile that looked like clean laundry that needed to be put away and pulled those on.  I had to pull the drawstring as tight as it went to keep them from slipping down my hips, but they worked. 
Quietly, I left his room and wandered downstairs.  I was starving, and I wasn’t disappointed by the contents of his fridge.  I started pulling things out and wandering around his kitchen, finding the pans that I needed.  I tried to do everything as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake Ryan.
            I was about halfway through making some eggs, French toast, and bacon for both of us when Ryan wandered downstairs.  He yawned as he walked into the kitchen, then rubbed his eyes sleepily.  He was adorable first thing in the morning, with sleepy eyes and mussed hair.  It was so contrary to his typical well-put-together persona.  “Good morning,” I said, grinning at him.
“Coffee first,” he replied.  I’d already turned on his single cup coffeemaker and it was ready for him.  He paused to kiss me on the cheek as he pulled a mug out. 
“And I thought I wasn’t a morning person,” I said, chuckling.
He swore softly as he struggled with something on the coffee maker, then he said, “My sleep is so messed up from all my traveling.  I actually got up for a little while after you fell asleep last night.  I couldn’t sleep and I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“Really?  I didn’t even notice.”
He laughed.  “You were out cold.  And good morning, by the way.  I can’t wait to eat that bacon.”  He grinned at me, looking more awake already.
“Just the bacon?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.  “I’m making us an entire breakfast feast, and all you care about is the bacon?”
“Well, considering the bacon smell is what lured me out of bed, yes,” he replied.  “I could have stayed there another hour.”
“Plates?” I asked, opening and closing a random cabinet.  Ryan opened the cabinet behind his head and grabbed two plates.  “There’s no reason we can’t go back to bed after we eat,” I pointed out.  “I just happened to be starving.” 
“I will happily accept the by-product of your hunger,” he replied, wrapping an arm around my waist from behind.  “Is there supposed to be a point where I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you?” he asked, pausing to kiss along my neck.  “Because at the rate I’m going, I won’t ever get anything done if you’re around.”
“We went from food to sex in less than a second,” I said, laughing.  “Impressive.  Let me eat, and then you can do whatever you want with those hands.” 
Ryan managed to keep his hands off me long enough for us both to eat breakfast.  His kitchen had been sparkling clean before I’d started cooking, so I insisted on cleaning up as well.  He helped me, protesting the entire time that he would just do it later.  I ignored him, washing all the dishes and wiping down the counters.  As I was finishing up, Ryan started massaging my shoulders.  “Thank you for making breakfast, and for cleaning up,” he said, leaning forward to kiss my cheek.  I leaned back into him, sighing happily as his fingers gently worked at the tight muscles in my neck.  “Can I interest you in a nap?”
I laughed, then yawned, as if just the thought of sleep had made me tired again.  “Yes, actually,” I replied.
We went back upstairs and Ryan cocked an eyebrow at me as I shed the clothes I’d stolen from him before getting back in his bed.  “You’re kind of cute in my stuff,” he said, smirking. 
“Kind of?” I asked, with mock irritation.
“Yeah, you also look kind of ridiculous,” he replied, grinning. 
I snorted.  “I’ll remember that the next time you try to lure me to your house after I’m out and I don’t have anything with me.”
“Mmm, I’d prefer you remembered the amazing sex we had when you got here instead,” he murmured, wrapping himself around me.  He was easily the most cuddly man I’d ever met in my life. 
“Are we going to have some more amazing sex right now to refresh my memory?” I asked, trailing my hands down his back.
“Um, well,” he said, shifting a little, “I’m actually really tired and kind of just want to sleep for a little bit.” 
I laughed.  “Works for me.”
I was nearly asleep when suddenly Ryan sat bolt upright.  I sat straight up as well, looking at him with concern.  “What?” I asked, slightly freaked out.
“I just forgot I’m having lunch with my mom at 1,” he said, reaching for his phone.  “What time is it?”  He was the one with the phone in his hand, so I didn’t answer.  “Okay, it’s only 9:30,” he said, clearly relieved. 
I flopped back against the pillow and let out a deep breath.  “I thought someone was dying,” I said.  “I’ve never seen someone move that fast.  Your mom must be terrifying.”
Ryan chuckled.  “My mom is great.  I just don’t like disappointing her.  And since I’m nearly 33 and not even close to being married and giving her grandchildren, I’m a big enough disappointment as it is.  No need to make it worse by missing our lunch date.”  He glanced and me and gave me a sly smile.  “Wanna come?”
“Um,” I sputtered, panicking a little.  “Well, I…”
Ryan laughed.  “Relax, Jenna.  I’m mostly kidding.  Though if you wanted to come, you certainly could.  It would probably delight my mother to know that there’s a pretty girl in my life.”
“You can just tell her.  I’m good with that,” I replied.
He snorted.  “She won’t believe me without proof.  Another time.”
I tried to get comfortable again but now I was definitely awake.  Next to me, Ryan shifted and moved too.  “I’m not tired anymore,” Ryan admitted. 
“Me neither,” I agreed. 
Ryan rolled onto his side to face me and grinned.  “Well, if neither of us are tired, I have a few ideas about what we could do until I need to get ready for lunch…”
I returned his grin and reached for him, pretty sure I had the same ideas.

Sunday, September 25, 2016

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This week is insane for me.  I'm going to do my best to get one post up, but I can't make any promises on when or if it will actually happen.  I'll try though!  Have a good week, all!

Chapter 54 (9/24/16)

So sorry, guys!  Here it is!
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I was extra cheerful all day at work on Friday.  Even my boss noticed, commenting that I was way too peppy for the last day of a long week.  I shrugged and cheerfully answered the ringing phone.
Rachael had talked me into going out with her that night, and I was actually looking forward to it.  We left right from work, heading first to a nearby restaurant for a warm up drink and a couple appetizers.    
“I can’t believe Ryan is settling down,” Rachael said once we were seated and had ordered.  “I didn’t think I’d see that for awhile.”
“Whoa whoa whoa,” I said, leaning back and shaking my head.  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.
She gave me a weird look.  “He’s basically your boyfriend now, right?”
“No!” I said, far too loudly for the quiet restaurant we were in.  “We’re dating now instead of just sleeping together.  But he’s not my boyfriend.”
“I thought you guys weren’t seeing other people,” she replied, looking confused.
“Well, we’re not.  I mean, I’m not, and he said he wasn’t, so I’m guessing he’s still probably not.”
Rachael looked at me like I was crazy.  “And would you be upset if he was seeing other people?”
I frowned.  “Well, I don’t know,” I said.  “It’s kind of hard to imagine how I would feel about something that isn’t a thing.” 
“You’re lying,” she accused me.  “I saw your face.  You would be upset if he was seeing other people.  So what’s with the weird resistance to being serious?”
“You know exactly what’s with my weird resistance to being serious,” I told her.  “I’m getting better, but I’m just not quite there yet.”
She pursed her lips and sighed.  “Just don’t lose something that could be awesome by being weird about it,” she warned me.
“I won’t,” I said, rolling my eyes.  “Trust me, I’m well aware of how amazing he is.  I don’t want to fuck it up.”
“Good,” she said, satisfied. 
We finished up at that restaurant and then headed downtown.  I drove this time, since Rachael had driven the last couple times she dragged me out with her.  We picked one of the quieter bars and even managed to find a table. 
We were sitting for no more than 5 minutes—Rachael sipping a rum and coke and me with just a coke—when a pair of guys approached our table.  Her long, dark auburn hair and bright green eyes tend to have that effect. 
“Hi,” said the more attractive of the two, looking first at me, then at Rachael.  He smiled a disarmingly adorable smile that made me think of Ryan briefly. 
“Hi yourself,” Rachael said back, smiling flirtatiously.  I immediately assumed my role as her wing woman, grinning at the less attractive of the two. 
He returned my smile and said, “Can I get you a drink?”
“I’m driving,” I said, shrugging.  “Thank you, though.”
“Oh, you can have one,” Rachael said, giggling slightly.  “We’ll probably be here awhile.”
“What does she drink?”  SlightlyLessAttractive asked Rachael.
“Vodka tonics,” Rachael answered, ignoring my irritated glare. 
“Are you coming to the bar with me?” he asked me.  “Isn’t that like a thing?  For safety?” 
I was already tired of winging for Rachael, but her eyes were pleading with me, so I trudged up to the bar with the guy.  “Do I at least get to know your name?” I asked him, not making much of an effort to hide my irritation.
“Shane,” he said, holding out a hand to me.  I took it and shook it awkwardly, because it was weird.
“Jenna,” I said in return. 
“So nice to meet you, Jenna,” he said.  He ordered my drink and turned to me.  “Look, I’m kind of dating this girl, but my friend really wants to get laid.  I promise not to be creepy as long as we can pretend to be having a good time so he doesn’t worry about me, okay?”
“Deal,” I agreed, relieved.  He ordered me a drink and insisted on paying for it.  I took it, planning to nurse it for awhile.  We made our way back to the table, where Rachael and the other guy looked deep in conversation. 
Shane and I made small talk for the next hour while I slowly sipped my drink.  He was dreadfully boring but I pretended to be enthralled with him every time Rachael or the other guy (whose name I still didn’t even know) looked over. 
My phone, which was on the table, lit up with a text while Shane prattled on about work.  I glanced at it, seeing a text from Ryan that said, “Hope you have a good night, looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.” 
“Rachael is trying to get laid and I’m bored,” I texted back.   
Within minutes I got a picture back of Ryan’s shirtless torso, laying in bed.  “Too bad you’re not here instead,” the text under the picture read. 
“You’re evil,” I replied.  “You know I can’t resist your chest.” 
“Banking on it,” he texted back.  “Come over later.” 
I considered this briefly before responding, “Okay.  Might be late though.”
“Don’t care,” came his immediate response.  “I’ll be up ;) “
I tried to return my focus to Shane but my mind was wandering.  I was relieved when Rachael jumped up and said, “Come to the bathroom with me?”
I went and when we got there, she said, “How much would you hate me if I ditched you right now?”
“Not even a little bit, I’m heading to Ryan’s when we’re done,” I replied. 
“Then I’m ditching you,” she squealed.  “And you go get laid!”
“Be careful,” I warned her.  “Let me know you’re safe later.” 
“I will, I will,” she replied, rolling her eyes. 
I ducked into the bathroom stall to pee and while I was in there I took a clandestine picture of my cleavage, which I promptly to sent to Ryan with the message, “Be there shortly.”
I felt a little ridiculous sending him a picture of my cleavage in a bathroom stall, but that was forgotten as soon as Ryan opened his front door for me.  He didn’t say a word, just pulled me inside, shut the door, and shoved me up against it.  I groaned as he kissed me and pressed his hips against mine.  I could feel him hard against me and I wanted him now.  I reached for his shorts but he grabbed my hands and pressed them back against the door hard.  He moved his hips against mine, rubbing his erection against me.  “Ryan,” I groaned when he took his mouth off mine and moved it to my neck.  He nipped hard at my neck, making me gasp and squirm against him.  “Ryan, please,” I begged him, pushing my hips against his. 
“Please what?” he asked, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me.
“Fuck me, damn it,” I demanded.
“If you insist,” he replied.  He turned me around to face the door, yanked my pants down, and shoved himself into me.  I yelped in surprise and pleasure and tried desperately to grab onto something, but there was nothing on the door to grab but the knob.  Instead, I braced my hands against the door as he roughly slammed into me over and over.  After he made me come once, he pulled away from me and grabbed my hand, leading me upstairs.  I was still half dressed, but I left my pants and underwear by the front door.
When we got to his room, he bent me over the edge of the bed and slid back into me.  Once he was settled inside me, he grabbed a handful of my hair, causing my back to arch.  He leaned down and kissed along my still-clothed back, and I found myself wishing I was feeling his lips on my skin instead of having a layer of fabric between.  He fucked me relentlessly until he came with a loud groan, falling forward and pinning my hips between his hips and the bed.  He caught himself with his hands, holding himself above me still, while he caught his breath.
When he finally pulled away from me, I crawled towards the pillows and happily collapsed against them.  Ryan was right behind me, folding himself around me and kissing the back of my neck.  “I didn’t think you’d actually come,” he said softly.
“I wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” I replied, still a little breathless.  I turned towards him and snuggled against his chest, tucking my head under his chin.

            Ryan was starting to say something else, but I was already drifting off to sleep.