“Fuck yes.” I’d been ready for days and so wet that when he thrust into me, it was smooth and he went deep. Before I could even get used to him being inside me, he pulled nearly all the way out and plunged in again.
“Do you want more?” he said, as if he was going to stop if I didn’t say yes. In answer I dug my fingers into his back and wrapped my legs around him and thrust my hips upward as much as I could.
“That’s my girl,” he said before setting a frenzied pace that I could barely keep up with. It was hard and it was fast and before I knew it, he was arching above me.
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold out any longer,” he panted above me. “But if you give me a few minutes, I’ll be ready again.” We kissed while we waited. People always seemed to underestimate the eroticism of kissing. Especially if your boyfriend had a tongue bar. Within just a few minutes, I could feel him getting hard inside me. Lucah flipped us so I was on top.
This time I was able to set a slower pace and maneuver myself so all the right spots were getting hit, and within minutes I was screaming his name. He held on a little longer, but it was another quickie.
I fell against him, and we both rolled so we were on our sides.
“That was so much better than eating a salad,” I said, kissing his shoulder. “Or even a burger. Although I am hungry now.”
“I can make you something quick. No time for a burger though.” He smiled and got up, but only to carry me to the bathroom so I could clean myself up. I nearly had a panic attack when we left the bedroom because I had a vision of Ryder sitting in the living room, but he was still in his room, and the door was still shut.
I put my hair up and got in the shower for a quick rinse and Lucah went back to put clothes on and hopefully make me something to eat.
I put my robe on, and tied it extra tight before walking into the kitchen.
“Grilled cheese and some soup okay?” He had the stove going and it made me want to take him back to bed again.
“You are the perfect man,” I said, hugging him from behind.
“I wouldn’t go that far,” A voice said that made me clench onto Lucah like a human shield.
“Hello, Ryder,” Lucah said in a warning tone. I pressed myself into his back so Ryder wouldn’t see my red face. The robe covered everything, but it was still weird for this guy I barely knew to be seeing me so casual.
“What are you making?” I finally turned around. There he stood, wearing only a ripped tank and a pair of boxers that were stretched and hung low on his hips.
“I’ll make you something after Rory goes back to work. What would you like?”
“Christ, you don’t have to do that. I can make a fucking sandwich.” He pulled up his shirt and scratched his stomach and then grinned at me and his eyes traveled up and down the robe, and I pulled it tighter around my neck.
“Little afternoon delight?”
“Ryder!” Lucah said, and I thought he was going to smack him with the spatula.
“Chill the fuck out,” he said, going to sit on the couch and turning on the television.
“God, give me strength,” Lucah said, looking at the ceiling.
Ryder snorted.
“It’s part of the Serenity Prayer,” Lucah said to me.
“Yeah, I know.” He flipped my grilled cheese over and I decided that I was going to get dressed. The tension between Ryder and Lucah was filling the room, and it made me uncomfortable.
I dashed back to the bedroom and picked up my clothes from where I’d thrown them on the floor, making sure I locked the door when I changed.
I rushed through my soup and grilled cheese and gave Lucah a quick kiss goodbye before heading back to work. Ryder just kept watching the television. I was beginning to sense that he didn’t like me. Or he had some sort of problem with me. I knew if I asked Lucah about it, he would either say I was being paranoid, or, more likely, he would talk to Ryder about it, and that I couldn’t have. I couldn’t cause a rift (or any more of one) between the brothers. I was going to go along until this temporary situation was over and then Lucah and I could resume our lives, and hopefully, be a lot happier because Ryder would be on his feet.
I spent the rest of the day fantasizing about that and praying I didn’t forget that I couldn’t walk around the apartment naked anymore, and I would have to knock before using the bathroom. Maybe I could make a “please knock” sign to put on the door.
Ryder probably wouldn’t go for it.
~*~*~
When I got home from work, Sloane was sitting on one end of the couch, Ryder on the other and Lucah in the extra chair we’d recently gotten.