She is Mine: Steamy Instalove

My heart goes into overdrive. A friend? Couldn’t he be more specific? Is it Ryker? I can barely breathe. If I’m going to be driving for an hour into the city with Ryker, then this day has taken on a new meaning entirely. If I spend an hour alone with Ryker, there’s no telling what I’ll do. I don’t think I’ll be able to control my feelings for him.

This is ridiculous. I haven’t seen him in three years. He probably barely even remembers me. I came here for a fresh start, not to give in to these feelings that have been plaguing me all day every day for three years. I shouldn’t be entertaining the idea of what I’d do if I was given an hour alone with my father’s best friend.

But I can’t help myself.

I finally get off the plane, feeling my legs wobbling as I walk. I text dad back, hoping he’ll give me more information about who is picking me up, but I guess he’s in a meeting because he doesn’t respond. I move through the airport in a daze, trying to figure out how to respond to whatever comes my way. If it’s Ryker, I need to control myself. If it’s anyone else, I have to try and be grateful and hide my disappointment. But every part of me is hoping it will be Ryker. Every single part of me wants it to be him waiting for me and for this day to take a turn for the better.

I guess I’ll just have to wait and see.

Ryker

I can feel my cock throbbing in my pants as I wait for Taylor to show up. I’ve been waiting every day for three years for an opportunity like this to present itself. Just me and Taylor alone, getting to know one another, having the opportunity to explore our feelings.

I know it wasn’t just me who felt the tension between us when we sat through her father’s birthday meal, stealing glances at one another, wishing it was just the two of us in the room. I wonder if she’s thought about that night since, though. I wonder if she falls asleep every night thinking about the possibilities of how things would be if we were left to our own devices. I wonder if she’s found that feeling elsewhere, or whether she’s clung to how she felt that day, just as I have. Because that night, Taylor made me feel things I’ve never felt before in my life.

I know it’s wrong. I know I shouldn’t be lusting after my best friend’s daughter. She’s twenty years younger than me, only just out of college, and way too good for me. She’s literally perfect, and there’s not a single man on Earth that deserves her. When I close my eyes, I see her perfect body. Her curvaceous hips, her full chest, her pouted lips, and her soft blonde curls that fall around her shoulder. She looks just like an angel, and I feel like the devil who has shown up to corrupt her. The things I want to do her are certainly not fit for an angel.

But that doesn’t matter, because I have to hold myself back anyway. Just because I’m finally going to be alone with her, it doesn’t mean I’m going to get what I want. I know that a young woman like her can have her pick of men. Why would she want someone twice her age, or someone so close to her father? And of course, pursuing Taylor would ensure that my partnership with her father would be done for good. It’s a risk I can’t afford to take…

And yet I want to take it anyway.

I wait as patiently as I can for her to arrive, but I can feel my blood boiling under my skin. This excitement is almost too much for me. Three years is a long time to wait for her, though it feels like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment. The moment feels electrically charged like it was always meant to be like I’m about to get everything I’ve ever wanted.

And then I look up and see her.

She looks a little timid as she walks into the arrivals with just a small bag on her shoulder. She’s dressed professionally, ready for her interview, but not even a professional dress can hide her sexy curves. My eyes drift over her body, desperate to lap every inch of it up. I’m hard again, desperate to have her right here in the middle of the airport. I want to rip that dress right off her and fuck her where she stands, coming deep inside her and putting a baby in her. This primal instinct has emerged from nowhere, sending me wild, making me feel like I’m an animal. How can one woman have such an effect on me?