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“Gimme a sec. You’re so tight, so hot, and so fucking perfect. Just give me a fuckin’ second.”
I feel her hand reach down, rubbing her fingertips over her pussy seeking her own release. The movement causes her pussy to clench like a vise around my dick.
“Holy shit,” I mutter as she raises up and forces her body back down against me.
“Oh, god, Maverick. That feels so good,” she mutters as her head falls back. Her cries filter through the air as I raise my hips up meeting her thrust for thrust. Now that we’ve been together, now that I’ve had a taste of her again, I don’t know if I’ll be able to look back.
“I’m going to come,” she moans. Her fingers resume their strumming on her clit, causing her pussy to tighten around me.
“Shit,” I sputter, unable to hold back anymore. With one, two more thrusts I slam into her a third time and unleash a deep moan as my release follows right behind it.
Ryan collapses onto my chest. Holding my hands up, she unbuckles the belt and eases it off my wrists and onto the floor before she wraps her arms around me. She looks so beautiful, almost peaceful like this. The thought of her falling asleep on my chest has memories from the first night I stayed with her in her room floating back through my mind.
* * *
The sound of an alarmclock blaring in the distance rustles me from my sleep as I peek one eye open just as Ryan is rolling out of bed. Still dressed in her bra, she stumbles across the room and down the stairs, leaving only the sound of her soft footsteps in her wake.
A few minutes later, I hear her pad across the hardwood floor as she rounds the end of the bed with her cell phone in hand.
Adjusting the pillow under my arm, I gaze up at her as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed.
“It’s after nine in the morning,” she states as she turns her head toward me. “I’m not sure if you have anywhere to be, but I can give you a ride if you want. I don’t have to be at the shop until noon, so we have some time.”
“That works. I have to be at the funeral home around eleven-thirty. If you want to drop me off at my hotel room, that would be great.”
“How are you doing with everything? I’m sure it can’t be easy knowing he’s gone.”
“Please,” I sigh, knowing my father doesn’t deserve an ounce of sympathy. “You know how I feel about that asshole. Nothing has changed. Except now I don’t have to put up with him, not that I did to begin with.”
“I know you didn’t see eye to eye, but he’s still your dad.”
Her eyes roam over my face, looking for any sign I’m not being truthful.
“He was anything but a dad to me. Anyway, I’m going to meet with the minister today. Thankfully, he left behind a will so most of his last wishes were outlined there. I just have to get all of the shit handled. I’ll likely be in town for a little bit, at least to figure out cleaning out his house and get it up for sale.”
Nodding her head, she looks at me before glancing back down at her phone. I know based on our conversation she wasn’t expecting me to stay, but I also know by the look on her face she wasn’t prepared for me to leave either.
“I’d like to spend some time together while I am here, if that’s alright with you.”
I can see the thoughts swirling around in her head before her eyes meet mine.
“I’d like that.” She smiles as I reach for her hand. She studies our fingers as they wrap together before looking back up to meet my eyes. “I’m sorry; if I didn’t already have appointments booked, I’d come with you. Give you a hand and help you with anything I could. You shouldn’t have to go through all of this alone.”
Sitting up, I let the sheet fall away covering only my bottom half as I wrap my hand in Ryan’s hair, pulling her closer to me. Pressing my mouth against hers, I do my best to avoid the topic of my dad and focus on being here with her. She’s always been able to give me peace when my thoughts get to be too loud.
* * *
Ifeel relieved afterI get all the arrangements made at the funeral home. After I leave, I catch an Uber and get dropped off at Compass Security. Walking along the sidewalk toward the front door, I can see Graham pacing the floor with the phone pressed against his ear.
The doorbell rings when I swing the glass door open.
“Well, that’s not fucking good enough. We need to lock in this account. It’s huge for us, considering the opening is less than a week away.”
Turning to face me, he holds up a finger before marching toward the back of the room and into his office. Giving him a minute to finish up the phone call, I take a seat on the couch in the lobby area. With my arm draped across the back of the cushion, I look around the room to the art hanging on the wall.
It’s been less than two months since Graham moved back to Iowa and he’s accomplished a lot in a short time, kicking off the opening of his security business in Des Moines. I’m completely blown away by what he’s accomplished.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. Reaching in, I pull it out and quickly unlock the screen. I’m so absorbed in a text message from Ryan thanking me for how tired she feels this morning that I don’t even bother paying attention as the doorbell dings again until his voice rings through the room.
