The First Last Boy(30)

His face tightened and he pulled his lower lip in as if he were trying not to cry.

"You're lucky because you've got Tana, your mom, and me. That's three people looking out for you. Three people who love you."

Hopeful dark eyes met mine. "You love me?"

"How could I not love you? Now c'mon. Give me a bump." I held my fist up  but instead, Mark rushed me, wrapping his arms around my neck,  squeezing tightly. For a brief second, I didn't move. Then I hugged him  back, reaching in some small way, the little boy I'd once been.





Chapter Seventeen

TANA



Later that evening, an hour into the second watching of the Avengers  movie, Mark fell asleep on the sofa. His head lolled back against the  armrest and the bottoms of his sock-clad feet were pushed against the  side of Ryan's leg.

I lowered the volume on the television and whispered, "I can take him.  He should probably get into the bed." The warmth from Ryan's body so  close to mine had been a sweet torture. If I shifted ever so slightly, I  could press into him, but I didn't risk it. If he pulled away, I would  feel colder than I had since Mom was taken to the hospital.         

     



 

"He's not bothering me."

I didn't turn my head toward Ryan when he spoke. I couldn't bear to see  the intensity of his beautiful eyes. "We have to be up early and he gets  cranky if he doesn't get enough sleep."

"I'll carry him." In one easy motion, Ryan was up and had my brother  lifted in his arms. He went down the hallway to Mark's room and I came  in behind him to pull down the blanket. As Ryan eased Mark onto the bed,  he stirred, mumbling in his sleep.

When Ryan reached to shut off the lamp by the bed, I stopped him. "He doesn't like the dark anymore."

Ryan nodded, and we left the room, leaving the door slightly open so  that I could hear Mark if he called out to me. Both of us started for  the bathroom at the same time and we ended up bumping against each  other.

He reached out immediately to steady me and I grabbed his muscled  forearms. We both froze, statues of awkwardness. "Um...you go ahead," I  whispered.

His throat worked. "I was planning to take a shower before I went to bed."

My gaze shot up to meet his and the day we'd been in the shower together  rose up between us. "S-Sure," I managed to get out. I lowered my eyes  and tried to remember to take in slow, measured breaths.

"Tana..."

Afraid to speak, I leaned forward until my forehead rested against his  T-shirt. He smelled like fresh air, sunshine and motor oil. I smiled at  that and slowly looked upward when his hands framed my face. His gaze  locked on mine and a thousand brilliant jolts of awareness zipped  through me. Of their own free will, my lips parted.

He closed his eyes and lowered his arms. "I'm sorry. I can't." The words sounded as if they were dragged from him.

"Can't what?" I slid my hands to the waistband of his jeans, easing my  fingers beneath the edges to touch the smoothness of his abdomen.

"Can't do this," he said in a husky voice. He moved, a slight shift, but  enough to bring his body against mine. I reveled in the hard strength  and desire spread through me quickly.

"Please," I whispered.

"Hell," he muttered, then abruptly lowered his head. His lips moved on  mine with fierceness, with a desire that had no restraint.

I wanted him to make love to me with the same wild abandon. I raised my  arms to wrap my hands at the back of his neck, urging him to keep  kissing me. He sucked on my lower lip before he let go to light fires  across the side of my neck, only stopping when he reached the end of my  shoulder. He pushed his hand into the side of my bra to find my breast  and lifted it up out of my bra. Sliding his thumb across the nipple, he  choked out, "So damn perfect." Then he shuddered, raised his hands to my  shoulders, and guided me away from him. Holding up a finger, he said,  "Stay there. Please."

"What's so wrong with being together?" I hated the pleading in my voice.  I knew I wanted to make love with Ryan again, but part of wanting to be  with him was the sense of safety I found in his embrace. And I wanted  him to feel the same about me. That we were each other's light in the  darkness.

He shook his head and turned his back to me, bracing himself against the wall.

"Okay. So you don't want me. That's cool." I started to head into my bedroom but Ryan whipped around fast and grabbed my arm.

"Is that what you think? That I don't want you?" His laughter was harsh.  "All you have to do is take a look at the front of my jeans to disprove  that thought."

"Then why'd you stop?"

He clenched his teeth together, then forced out, "You want a relationship and I don't do relationships, Tana."

I reached for his hand and held it against my chest. "How can you say that? After everything we shared?"

A struggle of emotions flitted across Ryan's face and his shoulders  stiffened. "After what we shared? I was your first. I won't be your  last."

I let go of his hand and stepped back. "You make it sound like it meant nothing to you."

He shrugged. "Do you want me to tell you that it did? I will if that's what you need to hear."

"Oh my God, Ryan." I slapped a hand against my forehead and failed to  choke back the bitter laugh. "You somehow always manage to knock me  off-kilter. I don't understand how you can say you want me but still  push me away."

"Us being together was only supposed to be about sex. It's not my fault  that now you want to make it something other than what it was. I was up  front with you from the start. I told you all of this already."

I wouldn't dare let him see how much his words hurt me. If that was the  way that he wanted it to be, fine with me. An inner alarm warned me that  something was off with the way Ryan was acting, but I was too tired and  hurt to figure it out. "If that's the way you want it to be, then fine.  I'll need to leave the house tomorrow at noon to get to work. Can you  leave the garage and be here for Mark by then?"         

     



 

"Yeah. I'll grab some of my stuff and stay here to help out with him until your mom comes home."

I didn't want Ryan here and yet I needed him. "Fine. You can have my  room. I'll move into Mom's. Go ahead and shower. I'll grab the next  one." I headed toward my room to get some pajamas and resisted the urge  to look back over my shoulder. Because if I looked back at him, I would  probably do something even dumber like tell him how I felt about him and  plead with him to love me back. I couldn't do that. If I did and he  blew me off, I'd crumble and I was done crumbling. I would pull my shit  together and I would take care of Mark. I would take care of Mom. I  would make it even if I had to cry myself to sleep every night until I  stopped thinking about being with Ryan.







RYAN



The stinging cold of the shower did nothing to take away the raging  desire I felt for Tana. I hated pretending, hated acting like being with  her had meant nothing to me, but it was for the best. The hurt on her  face had nearly undone me. I'd almost reached for her and told her that  she was the one girl I'd do anything for. But if I did that, if I let  myself have her in my life and she got hurt because of me, I wouldn't be  able to handle that. Letting her hate me was easier even if I did feel  like my heart was being crushed into liquid.

I wasn't stupid. I knew she cared as more than a friend. It was obvious  in the way she looked at me and in the way she reacted when I touched  her. I thought about her, dreamed about her and longed for her but  that's all I'd ever have and for her safety, I would make it be enough.  She needed a guy she could be proud of. One who didn't have a history  that might blow back on her.

Leaning forward, I held my head under the spray of water and let it wash  away the day, wishing that I could wash away the pain just as easily. I  thought of Mrs. Shaw's tired smile. The way her eyes shone with love  whenever she'd talked about her kids. I pounded my fist against the side  of the surround. There was something I needed to do. I finished the  shower and quickly dressed in a pair of sweatpants and T-shirt I'd left  at Tana's house before. Grabbing my cell phone, I called Juvante and  asked him to watch over Tana's house for a little while. He instantly  agreed.

When I left the bathroom, Tana was standing in the doorway of Mark's room, watching her brother sleep.

"I'm going out. I'll be back in a few hours."

She didn't even bother to turn around. "Whether you come or go is your  business. There's an extra house key in the bowl on the table by the  door. Take it so you can let yourself in when you get back."

"You hate me."

At that, she did turn around. I wanted to run my fingers through her  hair, wanted to see it spread out on a pillow while I looked down into  her eyes. I wanted to slide into her and watch her eyes darken and feel  her hands gripping my back. I wanted to hear her cry out my name. I  forced the images away.