CHAPTER NINE

PAIGE

“ ...he doesn’t seem to mind our differences… ”

I am a fucking goddess , I internally shout. When Ryan accepted my invitation to come over, I had a vague plan to seduce him, so he'd forget about tonight's tough loss. It involved unwinding with wine then sexily leading him to my bedroom, which happens to be downstairs rather than up next to my brothers’ rooms.

Of course, nothing went according to plan once I saw him. In his coaching ensemble, Ryan looked authoritative and hot, and I couldn’t help but jump him on the couch, forgoing finesse in favor of instant gratification.

And I don’t regret a thing because the stretch and burn of his thick cock filling me at this angle will be seared into my memory forever.

“Damn, you feel good.” Ryan grunts, his fingers plucking at my swollen nipple, which still glistens from the glide of his tongue.

My breathing becomes labored as I bounce on his lap, grinding my clit against his hard abs on every stroke.

God, I can’t believe I asked him about those earlier.

There’s no excuse for the ridiculous question except the sight of those deeply defined muscles sent my brain into a lust-filled haze.

His firm body is the exact opposite of my soft, round one, but he doesn’t seem to mind our differences. In fact, I think he kind of loves them with how attentive he is to my curves. From my breasts to my love handles to my exposed ass, it’s like he’s got ten hands with how they squeeze, scratch, and spank, his fiery gaze focused on every jiggle.

And it's like that every time we're together.

It's not a one-off thing.

Tugging on his hair, I force his head back and steal another kiss. I’m never the aggressor in relationships—all two of them.

Becoming the full-time guardian for my brothers hasn’t left a lot of time for dating, so I don’t have a ton of experience when it comes to sex, but it’s definitely never been like this.

Probably because I’ve never taken a risk on a guy like Ryan. My usual type is like me—responsible, staid, and kind of boring.

Ryan growls and takes control of the kiss as one hand drops between our bodies to pinch my clit.

The result is immediate.

“Oh, god… Ryan…” An orgasm rocks through me, triggering his release, too. He buries a growl of pleasure in the crook of my neck and shoulder, and the low vibrato sends another shudder through my body.

Our heavy pants fill the air as a large palm rubs soothing circles on my back.

Eventually, Ryan rouses enough to carry me to my room down the hall, and after quickly cleaning up, we snuggle under the blankets. Spooned together like this is a regular occurrence rather than our first time sharing my bed.

“I'll leave before Levi wakes,” he mumbles. “Just need a second to rest.”

“Okay…” I yawn, exhausted.

My little brother is the last thing on my mind.