Ryan (Mallick Brothers #2)(28)

"Do whatever I want to what?" she asked, voice breathy and the sound shot right to my dick.

"To my apartment, honey. When we get back there, feel free to settle in."

"Ryan, we've only known each other a couple..."

"And it's enough," I cut her off.

"Enough for what?"

"Enough for me to know I'm serious about giving this a try. You can't give something a solid try if you don't welcome someone into your life. Take some closet space. Take some drawers. Bring over your knickknacks. Hire fucking painters, I don't care."

"Ryan, I have my own apartment..."

"And you can keep it until you feel as serious about me as I'm feeling about you. I get you need that safety net. But make no mistake, if this goes the way I want it to, that apartment is going to have someone else living in it pretty fucking soon."

Then she leaned down, hiding what was a sweet, shy little smile and pink cheeks, and planted a kiss right into the center of the last name on my family's coat of arms.

I didn't think she saw it like I did, but that was all the proof I needed. She could have kissed my lips, my cheek, my neck, the center of my chest. But she chose to kiss the emblem of my family, the thing that represented all I was.

That was why, when she finally passed out, I climbed out of bed and made a couple phone calls, making a plan to meet my father and brothers. Then after that, I called the girls.

Because if we wanted a future, I had to settle her past.

As soon as fucking possible.





FOURTEEN





Dusty





I woke up early the next morning to Ryan leaning down where the blanket must have fallen down and sucking my nipple into his mouth.

To say it was an unexpected and pleasant way to be woken up would be an understatement.

Feeling my body jerk, he released the one wet, hardened nipple and looked up at me, devilish smile in place, then moved to take my other nipple into his mouth.

"Ryan, I..." I started, wanting to say that I needed to brush my teeth before anything went any further. Morning breath kisses, yeah, they were never sexy. From the looks of him, he had been up for a while and likely already had a chance to brush. 

"Need me to get a taste of that sweet pussy again?" he asked, giving me a nod. "I know, honey. That's what I'm here for."

With that, his tongue traced down the center of my chest, pulling the blankets down and continuing down my stomach. And, really, when a man said something like that first thing in the morning when you were too sleep-weary to even muster the energy to object, you let him do what he pleased. Especially seeing as by doing that, he was promising another mind-numbing, soul-crushing orgasm.

As soon as he was done with that, though, I realized he was nowhere near done. I came to that conclusion because he sat back on his heels and his cock was hard and straining, a bead of precum at the tip, and promise in his eyes. Then he jumped back to the edge of the bed, getting his feet on the floor, and reaching up to snag my ankles, dragging me down toward him. He reached out to the side of me where I saw he had already tossed a condom.

But first...

I curled upward, my hands sinking into his hips, the high bed putting me at the perfect angle to lean in and lick the wetness off. He let out a hiss of breath, his hand going behind my head. "Fuck, Dusty," he growled as closed my lips closed around the swollen head and moved down his solid length, taking him as deep as the angle would allow then moving back up, raising my eyes to see his- intense, hungry.

I forgot how much I missed things like this- like having a man's pleasure completely at your mercy. To know you could make them lose control, fall apart, curse out your name like an oath.

"Fuck, honey that feels good," he groaned and, as if proving his point, I could feel him growing harder in my mouth as I worked him. "But I need to be inside you. Right now," he added as I heard the condom foil rip and he pulled me backward by my hair. I sucked as hard as I could until he was out of my mouth and he shook his head at me as he reached for his cock and slid the condom on.

I went to lay back down, but he reached out and grabbed me, pulling me up onto my feet and moving to sit himself down, turning me and pulling me until my back was to his front. "Like this," he told me and I felt my sex tighten and my belly flutter.

I had never been a prude or un-experimental, and while it was a position I had seen in pretty much every porn I had ever seen, it wasn't one I had ever tried before.

There was a momentary worry about my legs not being able to hold me for long while he drove me toward orgasm before I felt him reach between us and then slide all the way in.

Then, well, it was just instinct and need.

I moved against him, one arm curling up and around the back of his neck, the other pressing into his thigh to keep balance as he hit places I had never felt before, created sensations I hadn't known existed. And when my movements got erratic and sloppy the closer I got, Ryan's hands went to my hips and guided me. Then just like that, his breath in my ear, his body beneath and behind me, I came, crying out his name.

I could barely lose myself in the waves before he was up, flipping me onto my belly on the mattress, dragging my hips up with his hands, and plowing into me.

It was fast, hard, relentless, borderline brutal, the sounds of our bodies slamming together filling the air, mixing with his cursing and my moaning as one orgasm seemed to be rolling right into another. Then it did, and my cry was louder than the ones before.

"Oh, my God," I groaned as I came back down, panting hard, my entire body feeling slick, my limbs heavy and useless.

"Not done with you yet," he informed me and I realized he was still rock hard inside me.

"I can't..." I objected, shaking my head. I was pretty sure three was my limit.

"Wanna bet?" he asked, pulling halfway out of me, grabbing both of my legs and pushing me up the bed slightly, cocking my legs at an angle to one side, then slamming inside me again.



       
         
       
        

I curled my upper body to match my lower, looking up at him while he drove inside me. I decided right then and there that there was no sexier image in the world. Every muscle in his body was tensed and corded, his eyes heavy. One of his hands held my legs how he wanted them; the other reached up and squeezed my breast as his hips slammed up against me, pressing as deep as possible each time.

I was sure there was nothing more amazing than seeing a man on the brink of oblivion as he slammed inside you, wanting to bring you to climax for the fourth time before he found his own.

Then just like that, I found he won the bet.

I came, my entire body convulsing hard as he slammed almost painfully deep and came with my name on his lips.

As soon as I came back down, my eyes looked up to find him panting hard, but a smile pulled at his lips. "Told you so," he said as he slapped my ass hard then slid out of me, giving a delicious little pinch at the soreness there, a soreness I was sure I would feel all day anytime I sat down.

Somehow, I really liked the idea of that.

He moved off to the bathroom and I forced my numb, lifeless limbs to carry me across the bed where I snagged the robe we had discarded the night before, pulling it up as I sat off the side of the bed and wrapping it around me.

Ryan came back out a minute later, not naked like I had expected, but in his slacks and a black button-up that he had left open as he came toward me with a soft smile, grabbing the sides of my robe and pulling me to my feet by them.

"Don't worry, I ordered breakfast so you can get your strength back," he said, sounding very pleased with himself and his prowess. Which, well, he should.

"Food. There better be coffee with that," I added as he tucked one side of the robe under the other and pulled up the sash, effortlessly tying it.

"Wouldn't let you down," he said. "Go shower and whatnot and meet me out in the kitchen."

I had no idea that when I showered, brushed, changed into jeans and a lightweight white sweater, that when I walked out into the kitchen, he would have a bomb to drop on me.

I was one sip into my coffee when he announced that he had to leave for a while.

Which, well, was fine. He had a life. He had businesses. He had employees. It was to be expected that he would need to get back to them.

"But I didn't want to leave you alone all day."

I felt a smile pull at my lips at that. "Hi, have we met? I'm Dusty and I've been locked in my apartment all by myself, Rocky aside, for years."

He gave me a ghost of a smile at that. "Yeah, but that was your apartment. This is a hotel room you're not comfortable in yet."

"Ryan, really, I might be a bit of a nervous nellie, but I'm a big girl." 

He sucked in a breath then, giving me an apologetic smile. "I'm afraid it's too late..."

"Too late for what? Is Eli or Mark coming to hang out or something?" I asked, not entirely opposed to either.

Sometime during my shower, sore in muscles I hadn't used in ages, having beard burn across my chest, belly, and inner thighs and deciding I liked that way too much, I liked him way too much to ruin it, I decided to make some kind of action plan like my shrink always told me about to help me progress, to get better. I didn't get a chance to flesh it out beyond that thought, but I figured socializing with his family was a step forward. If I could get completely comfortable with them, then I could maybe be okay with the idea of possibly handling a family function.