Falling For Ryan: Part Two Page 3

  “Hmm.”

  “What about if I did this?” I say, as my right hand moves from her breast and down her stomach. Her muscles twitch as I run over them. “Will I find you ready for me?”

  “Hmm,” she groans again.

  When my hand reaches the apex of her thighs, I decide against going straight for what we both want in favour of teasing her a little more. Running my fingers gently over her folds, she moans. “Ryan, please,” she pants.

  Unable to deny her, I slowly slide my finger where she needs it. Her hips buck the moment I find her clit. She falls back against me as I reach lower and plunge two fingers inside her. Wrapping my arm around her waist, I hold her tight as her knees buckle with the pleasure racing through her. I love how responsive she is to my touch. I continue the onslaught until she’s shaking in my arms. With the heel of my hand pressing down on her sensitive and swollen clit, I bend my fingers inside her, stretching her open until her walls start rippling, showing the beginnings of her release. She groans as I pick up the pace and suck on the sensitive skin of her neck. In seconds, she’s crying out my name as her orgasm takes over her.

  She tilts her head back and looks at me with glazed eyes. Smiling down at her, I place my lips on hers. Turning in my arms, her fingers trail down my back, causing goosebumps to prick my skin before she grabs my arse. My cock presses against her stomach and she smiles against my lips.

  Stepping back, she pushed me against the tiles before dragging her nails down my stomach and wrapping her hand around me. The sensation of her stroking me has my head falling back with a thud. Reaching up, she trails kisses down my neck and across my chest, while continuing to work my cock.

  I watch, enthralled as she moves down my stomach before kneeling on the floor of the shower. Her lips trail kisses down my thighs and my muscles quiver with my need for more.

  The sight of her on her knees in front of me already has my balls starting to tingle, ready for release, and her mouth hasn’t even touched me yet.

  Pulling back, she looks up at me and licks her lips. My cock twitches with anticipation. Smiling when she sees the pre-cum on the tip, my whole length twitches as she gently licks it away. She smiles up at me, clearly knowing how much she affects me. Deciding she’s teased me long enough, she leans forward and wraps her hot lips around my length. My head once again falls back against the tiles as I focus on her movements. With my eyes firmly shut, my fingers thread in her hair and grip tightly as she works me.

  Taking a deep breath, I prepare to look down again. The sight of her on her knees with my cock in her mouth and desire in her eyes takes my breath away.

  I can’t help but wonder how I was so lucky to find such an amazing woman who loves me as much as I do her, after already having Hannah in my life. I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.

  It only takes her a few minutes of working my dick before tingles run down my spine and my cock pulses in her mouth, shooting my load down her throat. A loud growl rips from me as she milks me for everything I’ve got.

  When she’s finished, she leans back on her heels and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, looking up at me. A cheeky smile plays on her lips. Slowly, she stands, making sure to kiss a trail back up my body. Before she’s at full height, I lean down so my lips meet hers.

  Grabbing her shampoo, I go about getting her washed for the day. Once her hair is done, I squeeze a large amount of her shower gel on my hands and run them over every inch of her body, taking my time over my favourite parts, making sure they’re extra clean. She gasps when my fingers run over her pussy, and I can’t help myself. I lower myself to my knees, throw one of her legs over my shoulder, and taste her until she’s screaming my name for the second time in thirty minutes.

  Molly

  “Wow, morning, Molly. You had a good weekend, by the look on your face,” Jax says when he arrives at work.

  My cheeks heat. “It was good, thanks. How was yours?” I quickly head into the kitchen to make us a drink, mostly to avoid eye contact with him.

  “It was brilliant, thank you.”

  “You’ve really fallen for her, haven’t you?” I ask, happy to shift the focus to his blossoming relationship with Abbi.

  “I have, yeah, but she only wants something casual. She’s so busy with uni and placements that she doesn’t want the added pressure of a relationship.” A wave of disappointment washes over his features.

  “Oh.” I thought they were together, from the way he talks about her. “You’re…exclusively casual though, right?”

  “We’re not shagging anyone else, if that’s what you mean.”

  “If it helps, I know she really likes you. I reckon she’ll come round to the idea eventually. But she’s right—she is crazy busy, by the sound of it.”

  “I just wish we could be official.”

  I can’t help but feel sorry for Jax. He has such a big heart. “Everything happens for a reason, Jax. It will all work out as it’s meant to.”

  “Yeah, I guess. So…your weekend?”

  I go on to tell all about my weekend, explaining about Friday’s class and the stag do, leaving out any bits that involve Ryan and I kissing or being naked. When I’ve finished, he looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

  “I don’t quite understand why you look as happy as you do if that was your weekend, but I’ll let it go for now. Although I should warn you, my imagination is running on overdrive, thinking of all the reasons,” he says with a suggestive smirk. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep any secrets from Jax, but I’m glad he’s not pushing it. “Right, I’m heading out. I’m meeting a client.”

  “Oh, who?” Guilt is written all over his face.

  “Uh, Mrs. Jones.”

  “I thought I was meeting her on Thursday?”

  “Yeah, she, uh, called this morning to rearrange.” Narrowing my eyes at him, I wait for him to elaborate, but it never comes.

  “Right…” He grabs a folder that contains the ideas I’ve been working on for another client I was going to see on Friday. “Why are you taking those?”

  “Oh, he couldn’t make Friday, so I said I’d stop on the way back from Mrs. Jones later this morning. Right, bye.” He practically sprints out of the office, leaving me in his dust, completely confused.

  I make the most of my time alone to ring one of Ryan’s mates to see if I can get him to help me arrange his birthday surprise next Thursday. I was relieved when I woke up before him this morning—it gave me the opportunity to get a couple of numbers off his phone.

  I ring his colleague Will first, and I’m relieved when he says he’s willing to help me out and promises to keep his mouth zipped about the whole thing. I’ve met him a few times over the years and he seemed the most trustworthy of Ryan’s friends and colleagues.

  Next, I make the call I’ve really been dreading, but I know I’ve got to start somewhere.

  “Hi Karen, it’s Molly, Ryan’s friend. I wanted to speak to you about his birthday next week.”

  “Molly, hello,” she says coldly. I’m still feeling slightly positive, because she didn’t put the phone down on me.

  “Look, I’m not going to beat around the bush. Things between you and Ryan have been strained since I stayed at your house, and although he won’t admit it, he misses you. I know you were hoping to see him this week.”

  “Where are you going with this?” she snaps.

  The prospect of spending some time with her only son is obviously enough to endure me, because she soon agrees that she and Dave will come here this weekend. I think it helps that I explain I’m hoping Abbi and Liv will be here, too.

  As soon as we say a clipped goodbye, I make a start on inviting everyone else to my celebratory plans.

  Rounding the corner into the office after popping downstairs to grab some lunch, I stop dead in my tracks. There, sat on my desk, is a huge bunch of flowers, all in dusky pink like the bunch he got me for my birthday in the summer, only about four times the size. I quickly make my way over to them
and pull the card out.

  To my gorgeous girl,

  I love you with all my heart xxx

  All of a sudden, there’s a bang at the bottom of the stairs, then someone’s running up. My heart pounds in my chest, thinking it could be Ryan. I can’t help feeling disappointed when Jax appears.

  “Fucking hell, look at the size of them.” His eyes are zeroed in on the flowers behind me. My cheeks heat when he focuses his gaze back on me. “I get that you’re not ready to talk about it yet, but let me just say this: I’m so fucking happy you managed to work everything out.”

  “Thanks. It’s just early days, you know?” He nods, accepting my reasons to keep things quiet for now.

  Getting the giant bunch of flowers into my tiny car is only the beginning of my challenge of getting home after the damn thing decides not to start. Thankfully, after a few failed attempts, the engine roars to life. I’m halfway home when it hits me that I need to stop and see someone.

  Turning the car around, I head towards my new destination. It only takes ten minutes before I’m walking across the car park and down the little pathway before I come to a stop in front of her. As always, the flowers here are fresh. I guess Susan has been recently to replace them. Crouching in front of her, I read what it says for what must be the one-thousandth time in the last nine months.

  In loving memory of

  Hannah Susan Morrison

  A perfect daughter, sister, and friend

  14th July 1989 – 15th January 2014

  I let out a huge sigh while I think about everything that’s happened since the last time I was here.

  I once again wonder what she would make of all of this, but I’m more convinced than ever that she’d be happy.

  All she ever wanted was for the people she loved to be happy.

  I’m just about to walk away when tingles run down my back, and that can only mean one thing. Standing up, I turn around to see Ryan stood a few feet away with a small smile on his face. I rush over and throw my arms around him.

  “You coming to see Hannah, too?”

  “No. I actually came this morning. When you didn’t get home after you messaged to say you were leaving, I got worried, but something told me you’d be here. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  “Ryan, I’m more than okay, and you know what?” He quirks his eyebrow at me in question. “I’m pretty sure Hannah is, too.” I turn my head to look in her direction and smile.

  Chapter Four

  Ryan

  I dropped Molly at work this morning so her car could stay here, and I’m now pacing the living room floor, waiting for the clock to tick around until it’s late enough for me to pick her up and explain what I have planned.

  I know how much she hates surprises, and I can see how much it’s killing her, trying not to ask about it. I told Jax I would pick her up at three o'clock; he’s been in on it since I booked it on Sunday morning. He somehow managed to rearrange both of their meetings and clients for the end of the week without getting Molly too suspicious.

  As soon as the clock hits two-thirty, I can’t wait any longer and set off running down the stairs and lock up the house. I try to drive slowly to her office to waste a little more time, but I still end up getting there early.

  “What are you doing here?” Molly asks when I walk into their office.

  “I’ve come to pick you up for your surprise. As soon as you’re finished, we can head off.” I’m not sure whether she looks excited or nervous.

  “Are you going to tell me what it is?”

  “I might give you some clues.”

  “Hey, Ryan,” Jax says as he comes out of the kitchen. “Couldn’t wait any longer to whisk her away, then?”

  “Nope.”

  “Let me just shut my computer down and we can go.”

  I help her tidy up and take her dirty mugs to the kitchen. “Ready?”

  “Yes, lead the way.” I let Molly go ahead of me, then place my hand at the small of her back so I can have some contact with her.

  “Why have you got so much stuff? And why have you brought my flowers?” She asks, looking from the car to me with confusion written all over her face. I can’t help myself.

  “I didn’t want them to go to waste at home while we were away.”

  “You’re taking me away?”

  “Yes, just the two of us, for four whole days,” I say before shutting her door and jogging round to the driver’s side.

  “Where are we going?”

  “I’m not telling you. Now, put some of that music on you love so much and sit back and relax.”

  “Oh my God. Are we staying here?” Molly squeals next to me as I bring the car to a stop.

  “Yes, we are.”

  “How do you find the most perfect places? First the beach hut, and now this cute little log cabin in the middle of the forest!”

  “Just lucky, I guess. I first thought about going abroad, to Paris or something, but when I got upstairs after leaving you in the bath I realised I had no idea if your passport was in date. So, I just went on Google and stumbled across this.” I’ve barely got my last word out before Molly is getting out of the car and rushing toward the cabin.

  “Come on. I want to see inside.” She stands by the front door with her hands crossed over her chest, looking impatient as she waits for me to catch up. I walk slowly just to watch her reaction. “For fuck’s sake, Ryan, hurry up!”

  When I get there, I give her a sweet kiss before putting the key in the lock, opening the door, and gesturing for her to enter. “Oh my God, this is so cute,” she calls back to me.

  Once she’s explored every inch of the place, she heads towards me, launching her tiny body at me. I stumble back against the door and she wraps her legs around my waist, arms around my shoulders, and kisses me until we’re both breathless.

  When she pulls back and looks at me, the love and lust I see in her eyes make my mouth water.

  “You know, if you really want inside me that badly, you could have just asked nicely. I’d probably given it up. You didn’t need to do something like this.” I can’t help but smile at her.

  “That isn’t what this is about. I told you I would wait as long as you want, and I meant it. This,” I gesture around the cabin with one arm while holding her to me with the other, “is about us spending time together. Just the two of us. So, phones are going on silent, and we’re disappearing from the rest of the world for a few days.”

  It feels like it takes forever to get all our bags in, but that’s probably because all I want to do is wrap my arms around Molly and relax. Once we’re done, I concentrate on putting all the food away in the kitchen whilst Molly sorts out the bedroom and bathroom. I’m bent over, putting the last few things in the fridge, when I feel her behind me. Standing up, I look over my shoulder to see her leaning her hip against the worktop, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.

  “Enjoying the view?” I ask.

  “Oh yeah. It’s just a shame you’re wearing too many clothes.”

  “I did consider not packing any for either of us and having a naked holiday, but something told me you wouldn’t be up for that.”

  “You’re right. There are some times that clothes are a necessity, like when cooking or sitting on someone else’s sofa,” she says, flicking a glance behind her.

  “I’m just going to put dinner in, then I’ve got something for you.”

  “Oh, from the present bag?” When Molly went to pull the ‘present bag’ from the car, I snatched it out of her hands, much to her shock. I wanted to make this weekend special, so I came up with a few different things I knew she’d love to surprise her with.

  “Yes, now go and get comfortable. I made a lasagne this morning, so it only needs to heat up.” I watch her eyes go as wide as saucers.

  “You made a lasagne this morning?” I grab it from behind me to show her. “Wow, I have the best boyfriend ever!” she squeals, before heading into the bedroom.

  Ten minutes later,
I’m sat on the sofa with the couple of the presents I’ve got for her, a bottle of champagne, and two glasses, in the hope that we’re about to celebrate. I look up when the bedroom door opens, and my body heats up a few degrees. She’s in her usual at-home attire of lounge trousers, a vest, and a zip-up hoodie. Her face is make-up free and her hair is piled in a mess on top of her head. My perusal of her curves has her rooted to the spot, so I get up and walk to her. When I’m inches from her, I place my hands on her hips and look down into her eyes.

  “You’re always so fucking gorgeous, but you couldn’t be any more perfect to me than when you’re like this.” She looks down, a little embarrassed. Lifting my hand, I tip her head back and capture her lips with mine. I pull back before I want to, take her hand, and drag her over to the sofa. There will be enough time for that later. I sit her down next to me, then turn myself so our knees are touching, and I look her in the eyes.

  “Ry, are you okay? You look nervous.”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I have something to ask you.” I grab the first present I want to give her and hand it over. She looks at me in question.

  “Open it, then.” I watch as she slides the lid off and looks at the contents, confused.

  “A key?” She looks from me back down to the dusky pink key in the box. I grab her free hand in mine to get her attention.

  “Molly, will you move in with me?” I watch her eyebrows draw together in confusion.

  “I already live with you.”

  “No, currently you’re my housemate. I’m asking you to move in as my girlfriend.” She stares at me with a completely blank expression. Panic starts to erupt within me.