The Rebel's Own(10)
A light giggle pierced through the awkward silence, forcing Ryan to pull away from the intense glare the manager was giving him. He saw Bailey and, with quick strides, closed the distance between them.
“Hi.”
“Hi yourself. I see you spilled your drink,” she said, gesturing to the carpet behind him.
“Ah, you saw that. Then I guess I don’t have to tell you that I’m a little bit nervous.” Ryan’s body ached for her. He itched to touch her, but didn’t know which part of her body to pay attention to first, or how appropriate he could keep it in public. He dug his fingers in his pockets when his needs grew to the point of pain.
“You want to head up to my room?”
“Definitely,” he said entirely too fast. Get a grip man. She’s here for you, and she won’t leave until you’ve had your fill. He cleared his throat before he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the elevator.
• • •
Kennedy was nervous too. She had come to the hotel with the sole intention of telling Ryan that he had a son. A son who was sick, and in need of both money and a bone marrow transplant. But how exactly did someone approach a subject as delicate as that?
The elevator bell dinged, and Kennedy didn’t have time to hear or process anything else as Ryan dragged her inside. He pressed the button to the penthouse suite then suddenly dropped to his knees.
“I just need to know if you really aren’t wearing any panties,” he said, his breathing labored already, as needy, searching hands crept up under her jersey dress and grabbed her ass. He let out a sigh when he found her bare to his touch. “You spoil me too much.” She let out a shocked breath as his finger unceremoniously slid inside her, and he begun caressing her.
Kennedy fell back against the elevator doors, her handbag dropping to the floor as her hands scrabbled for support. For a second, before her thoughts drowned in lust, her gaze alighted on the elevator panel where the floor numbers flickered by quickly. Too quickly. Someone was definitely going to catch them, but that just added to the excitement of it all.
Knowing that the wood panel walls of the elevator wouldn’t help, Kennedy held onto Ryan’s head, as he dropped down in front of her, his tongue suddenly joining his fingers. She let out a throaty chuckle and watched the numbers tick higher. If Ryan went on like this, she knew she was going to come before they hit the penthouse floor.
Kennedy could feel her knees weaken as her body begun to shake from the oncoming climax. She pulled as hard as she could on his hair and he took that as a cue. His fingers moved faster, his tongue licked with feverish intent, and soon Ryan was using his free hand to hold her steady.
The elevator announced their floor just as she was gathering her composure and they walked out, arms around each other. She smiled enigmatically at the older couple that passed them to enter the elevator. They had no idea of the eyeful that they had nearly gotten.
• • •
Ryan watched as Bailey slept. The sound of her deep breathing warmed his heart. He almost felt guilty that he had worn her out. He couldn’t count the number of times her body had surrendered an orgasm to him. But he knew that in twelve hours they had had sex four times. A new record for him, and definitely an experience she wouldn’t forget. But he made up his mind, this time; he would be the one to leave. Maybe then he would be able to get her out of his system.
• • •
When Kennedy woke up, her whole body ached. She let out a groan as she sat up, and after a few seconds she realized she was alone. She fell back on the bed and pulled the cover over her face. She tried to hide to hide the smile that was on her face, from who she didn’t know. For so long she had tried to keep her teenage self away from Ryan, she didn’t want to be taken by him again. But what she didn’t expect was that her adult self, one who swore to hate Ryan for all eternity would need protection too. She was falling and fast.
“Dear God, I’m in trouble.”
Chapter Seven
“I need your help.”
Kennedy had met up with Matt unarmed. She wasn’t going to threaten him this time; instead, she was going to appeal to his humanity.
It had been two weeks since she last saw Ryan, and she didn’t think he wanted to see her anymore. Kennedy didn’t know if she was pregnant just yet. But she did know that she didn’t have enough money in the bank to pay for Riley’s chemotherapy and radiation treatments.
She pulled out a picture of Riley from her wallet and slid it over the table to Matt, “That is my son.” She watched as Matt’s eyes widened from realization. “His name is Riley Ryan Bailey.”