Seven Days (13 page)

“Jesus, Tildy,” I cursed. “It’s the middle of the night!”

“She worked a double today, I guess,” my friend explained. “He wasn’t in a good way when we got there. He was raving about you kidnapping her and being six hours away from calling the police.”

“That’s why I needed you to go,” I rubbed my forehead, trying to stave off the headache barreling through me.

“Well, we tried to explain that she was helping me with a decorating project. God, Carrie, I couldn’t believe it, I’ve never seen anything like his reaction. The man just went completely ballistic. Started throwing things and calling her a liar,” Tildy relayed. “We were lucky that Ben showed up when he did or we would’ve had to call the police. He got Richard calmed down and said he’d make sure to keep an eye on him. Said he’d make sure to keep him from calling the cops while you were out of town on training,” she said, letting me know the lie she’d given to explain my absence. “He said he’d work everything out with you when you got home,” she threw in, not comprehending the weight of the words she’d just spoken.

“I’m sure he will,” I mumbled to myself before raising my voice and adding, “Thank you, Tildy. Thank Marco for me, too. I really appreciate you keeping her out of there this week.”

“No problem at all, honey. Didn’t have any sisters growing up, so this week has been a blast!” my friend squealed in a very girly manner.

“I’ll be home tomorrow,” I decided, looking back at Ryan lounging against his pillow, a sad look on his face.

“You will do no such thing!” Tildy said and Britton yelled “Don’t come home yet!” in the background. “I will see you on Sunday night and that’s the last of this conversation,” she stated and the line went dead.

“Guess they told me,” I shook my head and handed Ryan his phone before throwing myself against my own pillow and folding my arms over my chest. This position was becoming far too familiar on this trip.

“They
are
right, you know?” he pressed, rising up on his elbow beside me. “You need to act like you are twenty-two for a change. It’s okay to let loose every once in awhile. As long as you do it responsibly.”

“We’ve been nothing but responsible on this trip,” I snorted as erotic images of our earlier paring flittered through my head, replacing the dream I’d been woken from. Although it ended in a full freak out on my part, I felt myself become aroused at the thought of letting Ryan inside me again. Being able to even think about the word ‘letting’ in relation to sex with someone kicked my desire up another notch and I had to press my legs together in an effort to relieve some tension.

“Don’t look at me like that, or I won’t be
responsible
for what happens next,” he eyed me, his breathing picking up as he took in the signs of my obvious arousal and shift in our banter.

“See, we aren’t entirely
responsible
,” I joked, as a growl burst from his lips and then he was kissing me in that no take prisoners kind of way again. “Is this okay?” he asked, pulling back and looking me over as if trying to measure my body language.

“Yes, just don’t say baby, don’t say it was amazing,” I panted out, my eyes hooded with desire.

“I’ll try, but God, being inside you is a fucking revelation. I’m serious, I’m considering changing my religion to just worshipping your body for the rest of my life,” he said before his lips devoured mine again.

Slowly, he moved his body between my legs, as if he were afraid that I would push him away at any second. I was already too far gone, though. Trailing my hand over his sideburns to his scratchy stubble and down to his neck, I was dying to have his hands on me again, too.

“Mmm,” escaped from my lips as he seemed to answer my unspoken request with his hand working its way up the outside of my thigh and under his t-shirt.

“Shit, I forgot you weren’t wearing any panties,” he groaned, tracing a finger over my bare hip as the pad of my fingertip made contact with one of his nipples. Until that point, he’d been careful to keep his weight on his knees and his other arm. However, as I continued my exploration of the hard planes of muscle that made up his stomach, I felt his supporting arm shake then give. A second later, his brief clad erection fell against my bared core. On connection, we both wrenched our mouths apart to utter a curse at the incredible sensation rocketing through our bodies.

“Oh shit,” he graveled out, seemingly unable to resist another thrust against my sex, a thrust I met, grasping at his hips to pull him tighter against me. My breath started to come impossibly faster as his lips left my face, making their descent down my body as he pushed his t-shirt up over my breasts.

“I love the way your beard feels against my skin,” I told him through a haze of longing.

“If you love the way it feels here, just wait,” he said, lifting his head to meet my unfocused, lust-filled gaze as he positioned his mouth at my entrance. It took a second for my brain to catch up with his intentions. In the end, I was grateful for the delay, because the second I felt the first swipe of his tongue at my slit, any mounting embarrassment that would’ve made me stop him fled.

“Heaven,” he murmured against my folds before continuing his sweet torture, adding two fingers to fill me while his teeth bit at my sensitive thighs.

“Oh,” I moaned, circling my hips in time with the tempo he was setting, the scratch from his beard adding the perfect amount of friction when his tongue returned to the place I needed it.

“Keep grinding that sweet pussy against my face, honey,” he coached. “I want you dripping all over my tongue.”

“Shit,” I gasped as his fingers speared into me harder and I followed his instructions. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, FUCK!” I screamed, my voice rising incrementally as my orgasm tore through me. Sagging back against the bed, I closed my eyes as I reveled in the afterglow of my release, my muscles a pile of mush. “I need to feel you inside me,” I choked out, hoping to erase any lingering thoughts of Dallas and my father through the possibility of another orgasm.

“I might just be addicted to that,” he said, bringing my focus back to him, smiling between my legs when I finally opened my eyes again.

“Me, too,” I admitted, returning his grin, dreamily. Then he was off the bed and moving toward his bag, probably digging around for protection.

“Shit,” he cursed, throwing his bag back down on the small table in the room. “I was optimistic enough to bring enough clothes for the whole week, but I didn’t think to pack more than one condom?” he asked, his words meant more for himself than me.

“Don’t worry. I can take care of you, too, honey,” I said, getting onto all fours and crawling across the bed with more confidence than I felt. When I got close enough, I grabbed his cock and guided him back to the end of the bed.

“How’s that?” he asked, his interest in finding protection momentarily forgotten.

“Like this,” I smirked, peeling his boxer briefs from his body slowly, revealing his erection to me once again. As his underwear made their tumble to the floor, the tip of my tongue snaked out to lick the small drop of pre-cum from the head of his dick.

“I like the way you think, sweetheart,” he breathed, thrusting his hips into my hand as my lips engulfed the entire head. I took a moment to savor the saltiness of his skin before pulling him deep into my throat, kneading the tightness of his balls with my palms. My eyes drifted up his torso as I withdrew again and almost came from the look of pure bliss on his face as he watched his cock reappearing from between my lips.

“How about like this?” I asked, rolling onto my back and letting my head hang over the edge of the bed. “Why don’t you fuck my mouth?” I offered, my auburn hair just making contact with the patterned carpet.

“Fuck!” he hissed, moving to his knees beside my face. “I really like the way you think,” he reiterated, easing his cock between my eager lips once again and putting his hands on the edge of the bed just below my shoulders. “I’m going to try not to get too enthusiastic with this amazing gift you are offering me,” he said, breathlessly as he made a couple of careful and controlled pushes into my mouth. Pulling back from him, I looked up with raw sexual desire shining in my eyes.

“Thank you for being so careful with me after what happened earlier,” I started. “But, fuck, honey, I want to see you lose it. I want you to come completely undone because of what my mouth can do to you,” I disclosed, honestly. This was a position I was used to being in, but I felt like I would get some satisfaction from being a vessel for my partner’s pleasure for the first time in my sexual history.

I was so excited for the prospect of watching him come apart over me that I felt myself getting wet all over again. He must’ve heard the longing in my words because a few seconds later, he gave me what I craved. I opened my throat to him and let him have his way with my face. The sounds of his enjoyment had me moaning around his cock and my nipples tightening with arousal.

“Grab your tit, sweetheart, pinch that delicious nipple for me,” he commanded. “Fuck, just like that,” he encouraged, bending over my torso to capture the other one between his teeth as he continued his pace, his cock growing even thicker. “Touch yourself, relieve some of that ache, show me how you like it,” he barked. “I’m gonna come, shit, do you want me to come in your throat?” he asked. Because I was full and overwhelmed by him, I could simply nod before he let loose the most feral noise I’d ever heard and his essence filled my mouth, his cock pulsing deep in my throat.

As I swallowed it all down, he had me spun and sitting up on the bed, his mouth on mine. Ryan kissed me so sweetly in contrast of what we’d just done. I could taste myself on his lips and I was sure he could taste himself on mine. There was something so hedonistic about it, but incredibly intimate at the same time. I’d never felt a connection like this and the fact that it existed was more than a little disconcerting to me. It made me feel like this was the way my life should’ve been. It made me want things I knew weren’t possible.

“Are you okay?” he asked, pulling back slightly, but still resting his forehead against mine, his hand caressing my cheek, softly.

“Yeah,” I whispered, fighting back tears I hadn’t expected. They weren’t from disgust this time. They were from the respect he was showing me by checking on my mental status after taking me in such a primal way. “I’ve never felt better. You make me feel like, I can’t even find the words, but it’s pretty amazing,” I closed my eyes to savor this moment of connection between us.

“Good, cause first thing in the morning, or I guess a couple of hours, I’m heading to the store and stocking us up,” he smirked. “Then, I’m coming back here and renting the room for another night, because I don’t think I’ll be able to concentrate on driving anywhere for the next twenty-four hours,” he finished, his plan making me shiver for all the right reasons. “I don’t think it’ll be nearly enough time, but I still have to make sure you have all the facts before making the decision to stay or run.”

“Okay,” I whispered, still holding his amber stare, his eyes darkening at my agreement.

“Well, then, you’d better rest up, sweetheart, because I don’t know how much longer I can be gentle with you,” he confessed, causing me to gasp. If that was gentle…my eyes widened at his dark grin. The promise of what was to come should’ve scared me, but I couldn’t wait to explore everything that came with this side of Ryan Kelly. So I didn’t argue when he led me back to the head of the bed and tucked me in beside him, my head on his chest as he traced circles on my back until we both fell asleep.

Ryan

There was a term for what Carrie had endured during her sexual history: dubious consent. I didn’t know the details of how or when it may have happened. So, it could, very easily, just be a cut and dry case of rape, statutory or otherwise. Although, she’d basically admitted that she’d never truly had consensual sex before last night, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was still very much a part of her life. Part of me wanted to learn all the details of how she’d come to be this amazing woman I was getting to know, but the other part was scared I couldn’t handle the truth. The darkness in her past, however we both may have dealt with drug abuse in the people we loved, what she lived through made my history with Robbie look like child’s play. I had run from that, who’s to say I wouldn’t do it again? I didn’t want to, though.

The thought of her being continuously hurt made me sick to my stomach. God, I wanted to show her what our life would be like if she stayed. She needed to see that I was strong enough to help her slay her dragons. Given the choice, I knew I’d submit willingly to her dark rather than walk away. I tried to distract her from what was happening at home after her sister called with news of visiting their dad, but she’d succeeded in turning the tables on me instead. Last night, she’d shown me talents I couldn’t wait to explore further.

Her mouth on my cock had stolen every ounce of breath from my body. That hot, wet cavern had been nearly as amazing as the pussy she’d let me sink into earlier that night. Regardless of the reaction afterward, I knew she’d been with me every step of the way during our first time. The look in her eyes, naked vulnerability, captured more than a small piece of me that would forever belong to her. If only I’d spoken different words at the end…

Did I wish our first time together hadn’t ended with her vomiting in the bathroom? That ended with the need for her to scrub every bit of our encounter off her? Fuck yeah. The fact that she didn’t bolt from the room entirely gave me hope, though. She’d let me take care of her, which I could tell was completely new territory. I cherished the trust she’d shown me in that moment and every previous moment on this trip.