Page 99 of Twisted Bonds
I stop, and I think my heart does, too.
"I love you so much more than I did back then, Beau—so much more."
Fuck…
I pull out, flip her, and thrust back into her as I take her mouth in such a savage way, our teeth clash against one another's and our lips get caught within the chaos, drawing blood from one of us. From whom? I don't know, and I don't care. Ryan can make me bleed a thousand times over and I will always welcome it.
Bringing her knee up to my hip, I open her up so I can go deeper. "I'm really going to fuck you now, Ryan. Are you ready?"
"God yes!"
"Leave God out of it," I tell her. "What I'm about to do to you is something you may not want him seeing."
I proceed to take her, and fuck her hard, deep, and fast. Her cries are loud enough to wake the dead, but I don't care. I want the whole world to know that the woman that I'm eight inches deep in is my fucking woman and there is no measurement that I can describe when I talk about my love for Ryan.
Fifty-Three
Ryan
I'm lying on my stomach, basking in the aftermath of Beau’s and my lovemaking; only a corner of the sheet covers my bare ass. Beau's on his side facing me, his head propped up on his hand as he traces designs on my bare back. He's so stinking beautiful as he is, and my heart soars knowing that he's all mine.
"What are you thinking about, Ry?"
I give him a secretive little smirk. "That's for me to know…"
"Ah, that tells me you're thinking about me. Am I naked, or am I dressed?" He grins.
"You'll never know," I tell him, giggling as his touch tickles.
His finger moves up to my neck and circles my new tattoo. "It was love at first sight with you, you know. I hadn't realized it right away, but over time, I knew what that entailed, and I knew that’s how I felt about you."
I swallow hard. "Really?"
"Like you didn't know…" He grins.
"Honestly, you've told me before that you knew I was the one, but back then, I truly thought you hated me."
"Haven't you ever heard that boys pick on girls when they like them?" he asks, chuckling.
"Yeah, but I always thought about adolescents when it came to that saying. Although, I guess you did act like one back then, didn't you?" I tease.
Growling, he leans in and bites my shoulder. "You're going to pay for that."
"Promise?" I ask in a loud whisper.
He pushes a few strands of my hair back before answering. "I hope someday I'll be able to do what my father does for you. Not so you won't want to be with him anymore, but because he may not always be around when your need arises. I want to be that man for you who can care forallyour needs."
"You are, Beau. I don't think less of you because you can't find it in you to use the whip on me." I pause and rise onto my elbows while giving him a mischievous grin. "You're getting pretty good with the paddle; there’s no telling how far your talents reach, Mr. Huntley." I wiggle my brows at him.
"Mm, keep flirting with me, and I'll have to have another go with you." Beau cups the back of my head and pulls me in for an earth-shattering kiss.
I slowly start to turn onto my back so I can let him have his way with me when suddenly a throat clears, and we break apart, snapping our heads towards the sound. Bain leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed in front of his chest as a smirk dances on his lips. Poor Beau. He moans and falls back onto his back.
"Shitty timing,Dad!"
I try to hide my grin as I stare at Bain. He's in jeans today, with a black button-down dress shirt open at the collar. The sleeves are folded up, showing off his forearms.
He looks incredibly yummy, so I bite my lip and say, "Hey Daddy, what's up?"
