Page 33 of Twisted Bonds
Ryan's back arches off the bed, and her mouth forms that sexy "O" shape as I curl my fingers inside her, making her moan, "Oh God, please…yes!"
I lean on my elbow as I gaze down and watch her face while I fuck her with my fingers. I love witnessing the erotic way her body moves against my hand with every thrust of her hips. Ryan doesn't know how sexy she really is—howfuckingexquisite every inch of her, inside and out, really is.
Leaning close to her ear, my eyes settle on the delicate features of her face so I can watch her reaction the moment I start talking. I encourage her in a low, sensual, yet masculine tone, "Feel it, Ryan. Let go and just feel what my fingers are doing inside you." I push another one in. "Feel that stretch?"
"Mm…yes…" she says breathlessly.
"Good," I say, breathing heavily into her ear. "Now, get yourself off on my fingers and make this gorgeous pussy weep for me."
"Oh God…why does that sound so hot?" Her panting gets heavier as her hips grind harder and faster.
My eyes are riveted on how she's using my hand for her own pleasure. Ryan's slim, young body rolls and grinds against it as she grips my wrist and holds it there as though I may pull it away at any moment. My favorite part of being with Ryan is watching her fall apart. I've never allowed myself the luxury of sitting back and pleasuring her like this. I've always watched as I fucked her because, after all, it was only supposed to be about sex.
"Uh…Bain…it's coming!" Ryan cries out.
"Look at me, Ryan. Look me in the eyes as you fall apart on my hand," I rasp next to her ear. "That's it, pretty girl; give Daddy Bain what he wants, and then you can have me." I curl my fingers just so, and she shatters. "Fuck…baby…" Pulling my hand away, I roll between her legs and push my swollen, aching head into her, not stopping until I fill her full.
"Oh…Bain…” She breathes out my name as I move my hips in a leisurely motion, making sure I hit her sweet spot each time.
My hand snakes up and wraps around her throat without pressure. "Yes, Ryan… I'm right here."
There's a tightness in my chest as I gaze down at the beautiful woman under me. It's almost like I'm seeing her in a different light. No more is she the young girl who came into my life as my stepdaughter, but a woman who has been through hell and back and has fought her demons to get to where she is today. She's a woman who will sacrifice for those she loves and those who need help.
"Oh fuck… I'm not going to last…shit!" I thrust into Ryan as deep as I can and let go. Stars dance before me, and I feel like I could pass out as the room goes blurry while I fill her with my seed. "My God…Ryan…”
I'm left panting hard, trying to catch a much-needed breath after what I can say was undoubtedly the best orgasm I've ever had. Everything slowly returns to me, and the room begins to focus again. Disbelief consumes me with the realization of what this all means. I lower myself and take Ryan's lips in a heated but brief kiss. When I pull back and gaze into her caramel-colored eyes, I know I'm staring at a woman I have wholeheartedly and irrevocably fallen in love with.
We've been back home in the States for a week now. Neither of us have spoken about that last night in Italy. It's not that we’re pretending it didn't happen; I'm not, anyway. I can't say for sure Ryan's reasoning, but I know that she felt our dynamics shift that night, too. We’re just trying to take it all in and fully understand what this will mean if we decide to move forward.
Again, I can't speak for Ryan, but I know I need her in my life. I've only felt this way for one other woman, and I will always love my first wife, but Ryan is the one who is here. It's time I open myself up to the possibility of loving another as much as I loved Chloe.
Ryan hasn't asked me for one of our sessions since we have been back home, and I'm not sure whether that's a good or a bad thing. Either she's happyand content, or she's avoiding being alone with me like that. It's time we talk about that night so we can clear the air and move on.
A knock on my home office door pulls me from my thoughts, and I look up to see Helen standing in the doorway. "I'm so sorry to disturb you, Mr. Huntley, but may I have a moment of your time?"
"Of course, Helen. Come in and close the door." My forehead creases as I get the feeling that I'm not going to like what she has to say. My housekeeper rarely asks for an audience with me.
Helen sits in front of my desk and starts, "I didn't want to say anything at first because I thought he was one of the men you hired since Miss Liv came to stay with us, but…"
My posture straightens immediately. "What is it, Helen?"
"Well, there's been a car that parks just outside the gate and out of camera view. It's been doing so since you were in Italy, Sir. As I said, I thought he was one of the newer security members you hired, but this morning, as I was returning from the post office, I saw the guy walking around and looking up at the wall like he was looking for something."
I'm on full alert now because none of the men I hired were instructed to sit outside the gate. "What did this man look like?" I ask my head housekeeper.
"Mid to late twenties with short, dark hair. He had on sunglasses, so I couldn't see his eyes. He wore dress pants and a button-up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. I also noticed a tattoo on his left arm. You know, one of those that cover your arm. It went from his wrist to up under his rolled-up sleeve."
Son of a bitch!She just described our very own lead detective and Liv's husband.
"Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Helen. You were right in coming to me, but in the future, please come to me sooner. I'd rather you come and report issues to me, even if they turn out not to be, rather than waiting until you're sure.It may be too late by then."
"Sorry, Sir. I'll be sure to do that next time," the older woman says sheepishly.
I reassure her, "Don't worry about it, Helen. Could you do me a favor and send for Ryan? Tell her I need to see her as soon as she can free herself up."
"Yes, Sir. I saw her walking in the door when I was coming here. I'll send her in."
"Thank you."
