14. Ryland

FOURTEEN

RYLAND

“I need to tell you something.” We’re in bed together, her head on my chest, my arm beneath her neck, and she’s slowly tracing shapes along my upper body. It’s been a week since everything went down. The first night gave us a few learning curves. Mainly when Case wanted her to read his bedtime story and Sutton felt like she was overstepping and asked four times once we tucked our boy into bed if I minded doing his bedtime routine. After reassuring her a few times, pressing my lips against hers, taking my time to ease her into feeling me, I got my first taste of Sutton Rawlins. Her tongue slid along my lip, and that’s when holding back was no longer an option. She met me match for fucking match, chasing me each time I slightly pulled back, wanting to make sure she felt no pain. After a few seconds, my fingers sunk into the back of her head, holding her where I needed her most while dominating her mouth and body.

Another conversation came about; Sutton didn’t think it’d be smart for her to sleep in my bed. The worry in her tone of voice and on her face told me then I needed to know. She thought it’d be a good idea for her to sleep on the couch. No fucking way I’d have ever let that happen. Then she suggested making a pallet on the floor in the guest bedroom. I put that to rest real quick. Mom has been keeping after me to get the spare room outfitted. I never bothered, still haven’t, and it worked in my favor. Sutton relented after I laid everything out for her; the couch isn’t for her, and it definitely isn’t for me.

This is us. We aren’t hiding our relationship, not from the people in town, not from my family, and definitely not from Case.

“And what’s that?” I ask, looking down at her. This has been our deal every night we’re in bed together. We talk for a few minutes, and usually Sutton opens another facet I had no idea about. I’ll tell her a few things, mainly about the ranch, my worries with Case and his speech. We’ve talked about her going to school, how her dream is to be an elementary school teacher. She’s almost there. The only setback for her to graduate on time will be her recovery and whatever happens with Shane.

“The night you took me home from the diner, you know, when I had dessert with you and Case?” She lifts her head, gingerly moving until she’s propped on her elbow. She’s taken to wearing my tees to bed and only wears my oversized sweats when Case is around. The lamp illuminates her figure in the light gray threadbare fabric. I’m getting a bird’s eye view of her nipples. My mouth waters, wanting nothing more than to wrap my lips around them, taking my time working her up until her hips are rocking and she’s begging me to take things further.

“I remember, babe, remember how hard it was to keep my hands to my damn self and how I’d have taken shit a fuck of lot further.” I move so I’m on my side, and we’re facing one another. Sutton is feeling a lot better. She kicked the pain pills after her first full day home. I tried to push it. Dad happened to be over, tossed me a look, and I promptly kept my mouth shut. He shuffled beside me and said to choose my battles wisely.

“Yeah, well, the same could be said for myself. I thought the house was empty. Had I known it wasn’t, I’d have kept the noises to a bare minimum.” My nostrils flare, my cock has been permanently hard, and every night it gets harder and harder to keep my hands to myself. As it is, her shirt will slide up and my hands end up on some part of her body, cupping her ass inside of her panties, my palm cupping her tit, or my personal favorite, I’ll grip her pretty thighs between both legs, the tips of my fingers grazing the lips of her pussy, only a scrape of cotton holding me back. Well, that and I’m not a fucking dick, ready to take advantage of her when she’s still healing.

“You telling me you went inside your house and fucked your pretty fingers?” I ask, running the pad of my thumb along her lip

“Yes.” Her eyes close on a moan when I push the digit inside, and she wraps her mouth around it like she would my cock. Sucks on it lightly, and once it’s good and wet, I pull it away and slide it along her lower lip.

“Not gonna talk about another man in this bed ever again. You saying Shane heard you taking care of yourself and then what?” I ask, trying to keep us in the moment but also allowing her to get this off her chest.

“The next morning, he confronted me. I wasn’t ashamed. We weren’t married, but what he heard… He heard me moan your name, Ryland.” Her gray eyes widen. While this is a serious talk, I can also see the desire inside of her.

“Fuck, hate like hell he hurt you over something like this. But the man in me, babe, he loves that you were in bed, thinking about me and only me.” Sutton drapes her leg over my hip, opening herself up to me.

“It’s been you, Ry, for a long time now. I never thought I’d have you for myself. I never thought I’d be good enough for you or Case. I’m seeing the errors in my way of thinking. Still, I wanted you to know. He may bring it up, going as far as to say it’s a form of adultery, but never did I give in to my desires until the ink was firmly dry on my divorce papers.” This shit has been weighing heavily on her for days, and she’s finally opening up.

“You have me, you have Case, you have all of us, forever. I wouldn’t care if you were married fucking your fingers and thinking about me. Makes me sound like an asshole. Still don’t give a shit. Now, when you get to feeling better, I want to watch how you get yourself off, and I’ll return the favor, show you exactly how I jack my cock every damn chance I get.” I dip my head, ready for her mouth, when she shocks the shit out of me.

“How about I show you now?” She takes her leg off me, sits up gingerly, and lifts the shirt she is wearing over her head, baring her tits to me. The bruises on her body do nothing to take away my attraction for her. Sure, they piss me the hell off, but damn. My woman is fucking beautiful.

“Sutton, swear to Christ, want exactly what you’re offerin’, but you’re still healing, baby.” Her back is to the headboard, her hands cupping her tits, pinching and pulling on her taut red nipples.

“I’ll be careful, promise. I want to show you. I want to watch you. Please, Ryland.” One hand slides down the curves of her body, fingers edging closer and closer to the edge of her panties.

“Fuck.” I move until I’m between her spread legs. The head of my cock slips from the top of my shorts. Our eyes clash with one another’s. I rip my shorts off as she slowly starts rolling her panties down her hips. The minute I’m naked, I help drag them down her thighs, being careful not to jostle her too much.

The touch of her skin beneath mine is almost too much. I wrap my hand around my cock, pinching the tip, attempting hold back the need to get off before she so much as starts her show.

“Ryland, that’s hot, so hot.” She spreads her legs, baring her wet pink pussy to my view.

“Not as fucking hot as you, Sutton.” I move closer. The backs of her thighs rest on the tops of mine. “You good?” The over-the-counter medicine probably doesn’t take the pain away like the ones prescribed from the doctor, and giving each other mutual orgasms while she recovers from a concussion probably isn’t the smartest. She’s on the tail end of what the doctor says is much-needed rest, and believe me, I’ll be watching for signs and symptoms that could push her backwards in recovery.

“I’d be even better if my fingers were yours.” She tips her head back, eyes shuttering closed, and my eyes move from her face down to her tits, watching as they move with each inhale and exhale, traveling until I see what I’ve been dreaming about.

“Show me, Sutton. Show me how you fuck yourself.” A low whimper leaves her mouth. She works her nipple with one hand, and I make a mental note on how she likes to be touched to file away for later use.

“Ry.” Her eyes open, hooded with need, a need only I can sate. She makes a V with her fingers on either side of the lips of her pussy. I lick my lips, watching her slowly open herself up for me. My tongue, fingers, and cock want inside her right the fuck now. Holding back is damn hard, but watching how she likes to work herself up is hotter than hell.

“Look at you.” I twist my wrist as I slide my fist up and down. My thumb glides over the head, gathering my precum to use it for lube. It’d be a hell of a lot better if Sutton’s wetness were coating me instead.

“Me? You, Ryland. I can’t wait until it’s me doing that to you.” One finger dips inside her center, gathering wetness before circling her clit. Her eyes close, and my hand grips the inside of her thigh in an attempt to hold back the need to rock my hips, moving closer, and either sliding my dick along the seam of her slit or thrusting to the point I’m planted deep in her cunt.

“Sutton,” I groan, tripping up with my movement when I see what she’s doing. Her fingers fast, she is restless, on the verge of going over, and when her fingers slide from her clit to slamming inside herself with two digits, I see how tight her pussy clenches around them.

“I need you, need more.” Her head tosses from side to side against the pillow, sweat is coating her body, and she’s trembling. My spine tingles. Fuck, she’s going to come, and I’m going to do the same, probably at the exact same time.

“If I touch you, I’ll never stop,” I admit, wedging my thighs closer, until her legs are draped over mine.

“I don’t want you to stop touching me.” When I hear the way she moans for me, my hand glides down her thigh. She’s finger-fucking herself, and if my woman needs help, I’m going to be the one to help her. My thumb lands on her clit, feeling her wetness for myself. My eyes close for a moment, trying to hold my shit together, but it’s damn hard when it’s me who is helping her achieve the orgasm she so badly needs and wants.

“Not going to, not now, not ever.” Her orgasm takes hold. It’s a damn good thing I can do two things at once. I keep working my cock, pushing myself right along with her.

“Ryland.” My name leaving her lips is every-fucking-thing.

“Sutton.” Her hand lands on top of mine, helping finish me off. I watch as each rope of cum coats the lips of her pussy, her lower stomach, and her tits. I’m shocked when she dips her fingers into my mess, then she tastes me. “Jesus fucking Christ.” I’m a goner, and my cock is once again ready for a different type of taste of Sutton Rawlins.