6. Ryan

six

Ryan

W atching Sutton's eyes roll back as the moans around bite after bite of wedding cake is causing my pants to become tighter and tighter. Who knew cake taste testing could be so erotic?

A groan escapes me as her tongue darts to lick the chocolate fudge frosting clinging to her lips as all I can think about are those lips wrapped around my cock while I lick her sweet pussy. Her eyes snap open and I know she heard me. I glance out the window, concentrating on the fluffy snow falling on the ground to cool me down.

"These are all so good. Which one is your favorite, Ryan?"

I turn to face Sutton, wanting to tell her she's my favorite one, but we don't need any distractions while we're trying to organize Seth and Lucy's wedding. I can't stop from wrapping my hand around her wrist and bringing the second half of the fudge-covered treat to my open mouth, still in her hand, making sure to lick her fingers clean of frosting as I pull them back leaving the chocolate cake in my mouth.

"Delicious," I murmur against her fingers before letting go of her wrist. "Definitely this one and, of course, the strawberry champagne-flavored cake." I stare into her eyes as her breath hitches in her throat.

"Um, yes. The chocolate and the strawberry cakes." Her eyes search mine, and I know she's wondering why I'm acting like this.

The more I'm around her, as we check off the items on the wedding list, the more I wish we were making decisions about our own wedding.

We spent the rest of the day checking items off the wedding list, from the DJ to the reception hall to the florist to arranging the bachelorette/bachelor party at the local bar and even to the minister overseeing the ceremony, who seemed to feel it necessary to lecture us on the sins of the flesh. The day was almost perfect, but there was one last thing we needed to do.

"Why are you stopping here?" Sutton blinks at me as I park into the driveway of a large two-story home on the outskirts of town overlooking the mountain range and turn off the engine.

"Come on. I want to show you something." I step out of the truck and go to the other side, open her door, and help her out of the truck like I've been doing all day and walk to the house. I unlock the front door and lead her inside. "Well, what do you think?"

"It's beautiful." Her smile lights up the room as she slowly spins in a circle, taking in every part of my new house—her new house. She stops spinning and faces me with a teasing smirk. "Do the owners know you're in their house?"

"Considering I bought the house…" I trail off, waiting for her reply.

"Wait, you bought it. You're moving to Wintervale?" The shock on her face is priceless. I can't wait until she figures out I bought it for her.

"Yup, for me and my special lady."

Her shoulders drop at my words. I'm not sure what to make of her reaction, so I lead her to the fireplace mantel, which has a snow globe with a tiny replica of the house inside it. She has to understand what I mean by that.

She gently picks up the snow globe and gives it a little shake. "It's beautiful." Her voice sounds small and sad. She sets the snow globe back on the mantel, "I think it's time to go back to the hotel."

The strained look in her eyes makes me second-guess my perception that she wants more from our relationship than just friendship.

"Ah, sure," I say, wondering if I've made a huge mistake or how to fix whatever is broken.