I stopped mid-swing to look at him. None of the Strong boys talked much about their mother.
“Gran was always trying to get us involved in cultural activities. Museums. Science camps. Nature clubs. Mom said we needed to do kid stuff.”
“It’s a fond memory.”
He nodded and then laughed. “Except when Noah would have a tantrum. Giving that kid a long stick was a mistake.”
I smiled, enjoying how relaxed he appeared. This relationship was tough on me, but I could see that it was good for him. It got him out of his head. It made him remember life outside of work.
He kicked my ass, just as he said he would. I didn’t mind, especially when he showed that same protectiveness that he had in the club in Paris, when a young man left his group and came to talk to me when Ryan went to get us something to drink. Of course, my brain had to once again remind my heart that his reaction to another man talking to me didn’t mean anything.
After putt putt, we had tacos from a truck and then he took me back to his place on the beach.
His door was barely closed when he pressed me against it. “Just so we’re clear, I like spending time with you, Kellie. It’s not just the fucking.”
“That’s nice. I like the fucking,” I said teasing him by running my tongue along his earlobe.
He growled. “Then you’ll like this.” His lips crushed mine as his hands divested me of my clothes. He dropped to his knees and pushed my legs open. He inhaled. “I love how wet you get for me.”
I whimpered with need for him to touch me. My fingers gripped his head and brought him to my pussy.
“Hold on, Kellie.” His mouth devoured me, licking, sucking, thrusting. My head dropped back, thumping against the door. One hand held the doorknob to keep from falling over as my other hand stayed on his head to keep him from stopping.
“Yes, yes…” God it felt so good. Up and up and up the pleasure ramped. My hips were rocking, fucking his face until I hit the pinnacle. I cried out as my body tightened and the sweetest ecstasy flooded my body.
He groaned as he licked and sucked until my legs were boneless. Thank God he was there, or I would have sagged to the floor in a gelatinous heap. He stood, kissing me, letting me taste myself as he undid his pants and shoved them down.
He hooked my leg over his hip. “Kellie,” my name came out like a demand.
I worked to focus my gaze on him, which wasn’t easy since I was swimming in a haze of orgasmic bliss.
When I looked at him, he thrust, shoving his dick fully inside me. I gasped and clung to him. This moment. The one where he was seeped inside me was always my favorite. It was like he was a part of me.
“You like that? You like it when I fuck you?”
Erotic heat shot again to my pussy. I loved it when he talked like this. It was so unlike him. It made me feel like I had something of him that no one else got since he was always so controlled and put together in the regular world.
“Yes.”
“Say it.” He withdrew and I whimpered.
“I like it when you fuck me.”
He plunged in again, like it was my reward. “I like fucking you too, Kellie.” And then there were no words. Just grunts and groans, and knocking sounds on the door as he fucked me, hard, fast, and frantic until I was coming again.
The minute my orgasm hit, he cried out, and then he too let himself go, coming inside me. I held on to him, partly because I wasn’t sure my legs worked, but also, it was the one moment he was really mine.
I wished we could have this forever, but fairy tales weren’t real. I had another moment of wishing I was strong enough to walk away now before I fell even deeper. But who was I kidding? I couldn’t walk away. In fact, in all likelihood, when he told me it was over, I’d probably have to quit, because I couldn’t imagine working for the man I loved without being able to have him.
25
Ryan
Thank God the door was here because I don’t think my legs worked and it was keeping me from falling into a heap. With one arm banded around Kellie I held her close to me because it felt as if maybe her legs didn’t work either. My other hand was pressed to the door providing the only support to keep us both from sliding to the floor. I was seeped inside her as I worked to catch my breath. Her body still pulsed around me and once again, like every time when I was with her, my dick started to respond again. It was becoming clear to me that I’d probably never ever get enough of this woman.
Somehow, I mustered the strength and I pushed away from the wall, scooped her up, and carried her to my bedroom. I tossed her quite unceremoniously on the bed as I finished yanking my shirt off so that now I was completely naked. I lay over her, flesh to flesh, loving the feel of her soft warm skin against mine.
I rolled us both so that she was on top of me. “I’m worn out. This time you’ll have to take charge.”