Broken Love (Broken #4)(19)
Shit. It sure seems a lot higher.
And dangerous.
With a deep breath and a silent prayer, I climbed out the window and reached my foot out for the metal roof. I made my way over to the large group of oak trees. Twisting and turning my way through the trees, it hit me. “This shit was easier at seventeen.”
“What are you doing?”
Stopping, I held onto the trunk tighter as I looked down at Ava standing in the yard.
“I’m climbing down a tree.”
“I see that. Why are you climbing down a tree?”
Letting out a frustrated sigh, I started carefully making my way down again. “To get to the kitchen, Ava!”
When my feet finally hit the ground, I dropped and kissed the grass. “I made it!” I said in a hushed excited voice.
“Oh yay!” Ava said. “Why didn’t you just use the stairs like a normal person?”
“Your dad was watching my door.”
Ava placed her hands on her hips. “Is that why you never came to my room?”
Wait. What?
“Me? You were supposed to come to my room.”
Ava’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “Ryder, the girl never goes to the guy’s room!”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know … she just doesn’t. It should be the guy coming to the girl. You know … like a guy riding up on a white horse and whisking her away and talking all romantic shit and stuff.”
“You’ve been talking to Jennifer, haven’t you?”
Ava giggled. “Whatever! I got tired of waiting for you, so I came to your room only to find Nate there.”
“He stopped by to talk to me about something.”
The light from the full moon lit up Ava’s face beautifully. “So, talking to Nate was more important than sneaking to my room and having hot, passionate sex with me?”
I nearly choked on my own spit.
Finally finding my voice, I asked, “Hot sex?”
Ava took a step closer to me. “I believe I said hot, passionate sex.”
“I can’t take it anymore, Ava.”
With an innocent smile, she tilted her head and walked up to me. “What can’t you take anymore, Ryder?” Her hand moved down and cupped my hard dick. “This?”
With a moan, I dropped my head back. “Why do I feel like a high school kid having sex for the first time?”
My body trembled when Ava’s lips moved across my neck. “How many times have you snuck down that tree to be with a girl, Ryder?”
I pulled my head forward and looked directly into Ava’s eyes. “The moment I met you, Ava, I forgot every girl I’ve ever touched, kissed, or had sex with.”
Her breathtaking smile caused my world to stop. “You just swooned me, Mr. Montgomery.”
“Is that so?”
Ava’s hand moved up my body as she placed both hands on my chest. “I feel your heartbeat,” she whispered.
“I want to feel yours, but with your skin touching mine.”
Her lips parted slightly as I reached down and picked her up. With a squeal, Ava laughed. “What are you doing?”
“Why were you outside, Ava?”
“W-what?”
“Why were you outside?”
Chewing on her lip, Ava whispered. “I was going to throw little pebbles at your window because I knew my father would be watching your door, and I can’t take waiting to be with you a second longer.”
My stomach felt like I was on a roller coaster as I stared into her eyes.
“What are you doing to me, Ava?”
Her eyes searched my face. “I could ask you the same thing.”
I quickly headed away from the house and toward the barn.
“We’re going to the barn? That doesn’t seem very romantic for our first time together, Ryder.”
“Just wait, Ava Moore. If you want romance, that’s what you’ll get, buttercup.”
DID HE JUST call me buttercup? Something about it made my insides melt.
Ryder walked past the barn and continued on walking away from the house. “Um … I don’t know how to tell you this, but you passed the barn.”
“We’re not going to the barn.”
“Are we gonna find a tree or something? That also doesn’t seem like a fun first time. I mean, call me old fashion, but I’d at least like to actually lay down when we make love.”
Ryder laughed. “Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much? Hush up before someone hears you.”
I glanced back at the fading lights of the house. “I’m pretty sure my dad can’t hear us this far out. Unless he has me bugged … which I wouldn’t be surprised.”
With another chuckle, Ryder shook his head. “We’re going to the original house.”
“The original house?” That’s when I saw the small stone structure. “What is this place?” I asked as Ryder walked up to the large wooden door.
As he set me down, I glanced back over my shoulder. I could barely see the barn in the distance. “I didn’t even know this little house was here!”
Ryder reached up and took a key down and opened the door. “You can’t really see it through the trees. My grandfather built this house for my grandmother as a wedding present.”