Ryley's Revenge (Gloves Off #2)(68)
“It may be boring to you, but it’s what I want. I’m leaving Los Angeles for good. I came by to tell you that I’m sorry if I’ve done anything to spur your hatred of me. Believe me, it was unintentional.”
Chuckling, he lit up a blunt and sucked in a lung pull, holding it inside until he coughed it out. “So do you want an apology from me? Because you sure as f*ck aren’t going to get one.”
I had a feeling he’d say as much, but I had to try for my family’s sake. Backing away, I opened his door wide and let it slam into the wall. “Then I guess you are dead to me. I thought you’d come to your senses, but it’s obvious you’re too goddamned stupid to realize you’re f*cking up your life.”
“Then maybe you should’ve killed me and put me out of my misery.”
“Maybe I should have. That way, I wouldn’t have to worry about you f*cking up our lives ever again. The only problem is, after all of the shit you’ve put me through, I still love you.” I took a step forward, my voice dripping with venom. “But if you so much as try to f*ck with me or Ashleigh again, I will make sure to put you out of your misery. I can promise you that.”
With those final words, I stormed back to my car and sped out of his driveway. It was hopeless . . . he was hopeless. He’d fallen so far, I doubted he would ever come back. I know I meant it figuratively, but my brother really was dead. There was no trace of him left in that body of his.
One Week Later
A WEEK HAD passed and it was pure bliss spending it with Ryley and his family. He hadn’t left my side for a moment, yet I knew once his coach moved up here, my time was going to be all over. Training would begin again and my champion would have to make sure he was fit to defend the Middleweight title next season. But for now, he was all mine.
The sun shone down on us as we laid on the blanket in the middle of the meadow by his house. Trees surrounded us with their plush green leaves, and every so often I’d find a twinge of yellow and red amongst them. The smell of autumn lingered on the cool, brisk air and I welcomed it. Fall was my favorite season.
For the past week, I’d let Ryley heal from his fight, not only physically, but emotionally as well. He’d confided in me about visiting his brother before we left Los Angeles, but didn’t want to talk about it. His wounds went deeper than just skin, and would take much longer to heal.
Luckily for me, there was no one around for miles, especially since I had plans to seduce him. Hence, the reason I put on a pair of skimpy shorts and a plaid button down, left open with a sports bra underneath. The sports bra wasn’t exactly sexy, but it was the only thing helping my sore breasts. Who would’ve thought pregnancy hormones would make your tits hurt like a bitch?
Running his fingers up and down my bare stomach, Ryley groaned in my ear and bit my lobe. “You look so f*cking hot right now. I like the open shirt you got going on.” He rested his hand over my belly. “When will I get to feel them move?”
Placing my hand on his, I smiled. “Usually around eighteen weeks. Also around that time, we’ll be able to find out what we’re having. I say, boys. What do you think?”
A smirk splayed across his face. “I’m going to disagree and say girls. We don’t have many in my family. Besides, I don’t want them having the rivalry like my brother and I do.”
Sliding his hand away, I rolled over and straddled his waist, pinning his hands above his head. His arousal could be felt growing beneath his shorts. I squeezed him with my thighs and he pressed his bulge into my center. It had been too long since we’d made love. His raw gaze bore into mine, untamed. It wasn’t just me who had suffered during the week. In a lightning fast move, he escaped from my hold and flipped me over, spreading my legs open wide.
“Is there something you want from me, angel?” he asked, sliding his tongue along my bottom lip.
Lifting his shirt, I pulled it over his head and threw it to the side. “You have no idea how bad I need you right now.”
“Well, let’s just see if your claim is true,” he murmured, unbuttoning my shorts. Once his finger slipped easily inside of me, he groaned and pulled it out, sucking it clean. “I do believe your right. Why don’t you take a look at how bad I want you?”
Sitting up on his knees, he lowered his shorts and his cock sprung free. I wrapped my hand around his length and glided up and down, earning a strangled moan from his lips. The tip of his cock glistened with his desire so I did the same thing he did to me and swiped it with my finger and sucked it off. He tasted salty, but I loved it . . . I loved everything about him.
Growling low in his chest, he pulled my shorts all the way off and lifted me up so he could work on the rest of my clothes. It was all so fast, until I winced as he tried to take of my bra. Gingerly, we worked as a team to rid me of the offending garment. He kissed me sweetly on the top of each breast, and spoke to them. “I’m sorry my little fun bags. I will remember to take better care of you.”
Once his clothes were off, he covered me with his body and pushed inside, deep. “Fuck, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed being inside you, angel.”
I moaned and fisted my hands in his hair when he pushed in harder. “I know the feeling.”
Taking my hands out of his hair, he held them over my head. My breasts grew heavy and my nipples peaked in anticipation. He licked lightly over one, and I lost it in a matter of seconds.