Page 65 of Loathing Ryan
I tightened my arm around Izabel’s waist and moved her onto her back, with me hovering above her. Her eyes closed as I peppered kisses across her cheek, neck, and chest. I kissed the swells of her breasts and traced my tongue around her nipple.
She sucked in a deep breath, letting me know she was awake. I watched her face until she fluttered her eyes open, flashing me with the blue that I loved so much.
I shifted back up until we were nose to nose. “Morning, sleepyhead.”
She blinked her eyes a few times as she got her bearings. Then awareness dawned on her, and her blue eyes dimmed, sadness blooming on her features. Izabel said nothing, but arched her breasts against me and captured my lips with hers. I immediately picked up on her need and shifted her legs open with my knee before settling myself inside her.
Izabel threw her head back with a gasp as I moved. “Fuck,” I moaned, too, feeling her around me. We had done this all night, but I don’t think I would ever get over how she and I felt together.
I moved deep and slow until both of us reached our climaxes. As she was coming down from the high of her orgasm, she hit me with earnest eyes. “I love you, Ryan.”
Nuzzling her nose with mine, I kissed her passionately. “I love you, Bells. More than you know.”
When we were both stable enough to move, we got up. We didn’t say much to each other as we showered and dressed. My eyes darted to the packed and ready suitcases by my bedroom door.
Two hours.
As soon as we walked downstairs, I was hit with the smell of bacon. My mom looked up once we entered the kitchen.
“Morning!” she chirped as she spooned the rest of the scrambled eggs from the pan onto different plates.
I took in my surroundings, noting the coffee pot was full and everything was done up on the dining room table. My stomach growled as I observed the spread. My mom had gone all out with bacon, eggs, pancakes, and fresh fruit.
We sat and ate and talked about the party last night. Izabel had done a fantastic job of getting everything set up. I ate my breakfast, but kept in mind that I’d be on a plane for the rest of the day. I didn’t overstuff myself, knowing that would be a recipe for disaster.
Once we all finished, we loaded my stuff into the car and set off.
One and a half hours left.
My mom and Derek drove us to the airport. Mom was chattering the whole way, despite it being outrageously early. I’d blame it on her pregnancy hormones, but I knew it was how she coped. Mom didn’t do well with silence. I understood. I was all she had. Derek kept glancing at her out of concern. For the first time, I found myself glad that Derek was around. He would keep her company and watch out for her while I was halfway across the world. I’d be coming home around Christmas once the baby was born. But until then, Derek would be there for her.
Izabel and I sat in the back seat of my mom’s SUV, our hands locked together. Bells kept her eyes trained out the window, even though it was still dark. My thumb gently stroked over hers. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. The farther and farther we drove from home, the more panic and nerves set in.
I was trying to control myself, but I could tell I was getting overwhelmed.
One hour.
Mom pulled into the drop-off terminal of the airport. Derek helped me grab my bags from the car’s trunk while Izabel and Mom held each other. Setting the bags on the curb, he turned to face me.
We’d had a rough start. It was uncomfortable when he first moved in, getting used to our family of two becoming a family of three. Over the past few weeks, though, I had tried to get to know him better. Derek was going to be a constant in my life, moving forward. He had assured me he was here to stay, and I believed him.
He pressed his lips together and offered me a handshake. I gripped it and was surprised when he pulled me in for a hug. His arm wrapped around my shoulder, clapping me on the back twice.
“You take care of yourself, Ryan,” he said. His words were tight. “I’ll take care of your mom.”
I felt my eyes sting, which took me off guard, and I hugged him back.
Mom came next, and she didn’t try to hide her tears. She wrapped her arms around me as best as she could. It was harder now due to the baby slightly bumping out of her belly. She told me she loved me and hugged me tightly. I let a few tears sneak out of my eyes as I held her.
We were no strangers to being apart, since I spent most of the year at school. But this was a different ballpark. At school, I was only half an hour away. Germany was a little bit farther than that.
Pulling away, Mom kissed me on the cheek. “I love you, Ryno. Be careful, be safe, learn lots, and have fun.” She glanced behind her briefly at Izabel, who was fiddling with her fingers, trying not to interrupt. “We’ll give you two some time.”
She walked away and murmured to Izabel they’d be waiting in the car.
Half an hour left.
I held out my hand for Izabel, and she gladly took it. Together, we walked into the airport terminal to have some privacy away from my mom’s and her fiancé’s watching eyes.
