Ryley's Revenge (Gloves Off #2)(51)
Smiling, he spread the sleeping bag out and grabbed my hand. “When the clouds rolled in, I knew I couldn’t pass up the chance. But at least you won’t get splinters in your ass.” Which had been my concern when we did it two months ago, right in the very same spot.
Gently, he lowered me down and covered me with his body, shielding me from the pouring rain. Taking my hands, he held them over my head and clasped his own with mine. Holding them tight, he opened my legs with his knee and settled in, slowly thrusting inside.
For the past few days he hadn’t touched me this softly, or so gently. I loved the wild and dangerous side of him, but I was beginning to think I loved the gentler side of him more.
His lips brushed across my skin and my breasts so smoothly as he pushed in slow, deep. As soon as he let my hands go, I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared into his eyes. The last time we did this very same thing, he’d demanded I keep my attention on him. Right now, I didn’t want to look at anything else.
“I love you so f*cking much,” he murmured.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rocked my hips slowly against his and held on tight, trying to keep him deep. He groaned in my ear as my insides clenched. When I let my climax take me, my body trembled. It came from the very depths of my soul, from the part of me that absolutely yearned for the man inside of me. He too let go and filled me with his release, breathing heavy in my ear. Never had I felt so connected or loved by anyone in my life than in that moment. Ryley was mine and I was never letting him go again.
“I love you too,” I whispered.
I don’t know how long we laid out there, staring at each other with him still inside of me, but when the rain stopped, it was like everything went back to normal. It was almost like I’d been in a trance. I missed the rain already. Slowly, Ryley pulled out of me and got to his feet, lifting me up in his arms.
“As much as I would enjoy making love to you all night, we have plans.” He carried me inside, straight up the stairs to the bathroom.
When he set me down, I got a good look at him, all tattoos and muscles with his semi-hard cock protruding from between his legs. “Oh, yeah? What are we . . . I mean, um, what are we doing?” Holy hell, get it together. If he ever wanted to get me flustered all he’d have to do is get naked. The boy was seriously sex on a stick—or, I guess the more accurate term would be sex with a stick. I giggled at my thoughts.
He turned on the shower water and looked back at me with a smirk. “Well, my mother kind of told everyone in my family about you, and the babies. They want to meet the woman who tamed the beast.”
“Judging by the last few days, I wouldn’t go saying your tame,” I laughed. “But it would be nice to meet your family. Hopefully soon, I can take you to meet mine.”
He gestured for me to get in the shower, and then followed behind. “Do you think they’ll like me?”
Turning around, I leaned up on my tiptoes and folded my arms around his neck. “My mother will love you. My father on the other hand, is old fashioned. Once he finds out I’m pregnant, he’ll demand a wedding. Don’t worry, though. He’ll soften up as soon as he finds out how wonderful you are.”
He stared down at me. “Is that what you want? To get married before we have the babies?”
Was it? We hadn’t been together long and I knew we had so many things to learn about one another. “I want us to do what’s right, Ryley. Getting married just because we’re pregnant is the one thing I wanted to avoid. As much as the thought thrills me to no end, I want to make sure we’re ready. Right now, we have other things to focus on.”
Grinning mischievously, he pressed his cock against my stomach. Leave it to him to turn something serious into humor. “It thrills you, huh? How about I show you what thrills me?”
Turning around, I splayed my hands against the shower wall and arched my back, spreading my legs. “Be my guest.”
Fight Night
THE GATHERING WITH his family was amazing. It made me miss my own. Ryley’s grandfather was the best of all with his smoky gray hair and beard. I could sense how they all wanted Ryley back. I never would’ve imagined that he of all people, was a family guy. He amazed me and I was positive there was a lot about him I didn’t know. I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life figuring him out.
Instead of driving eight hours to Las Vegas, we opted to fly. As soon as we got on the plane, I passed out and didn’t wake up until Ryley tapped me on the nose.
“It’s time, angel. Come on.”
Rubbing my eyes, I yawned and unbuckled my belt. “Are we renting a car?”
He shook his head and smiled. “No, I actually have someone meeting us here.”
After helping me up, he reached overhead and grabbed our bags, which thankfully had fit up there. I jammed as much as I could in my carry-on so we wouldn’t have to check our bags. The last thing I wanted was for it to get lost.
As soon as we got off the plane, we started toward the exit. I didn’t even have to ask who was picking us up because I saw him straight ahead . . . Tyler Rushing. “What up, f*cker?” Ryley called.
Tyler guffawed and they bumped fists. “Nothing much, man. Just coming by to pick up your sorry ass.” He looked over at me and smiled. “It’s good to see you again, Ashleigh. I hope you’re not mad at me.”