No Complaints - Page 39

When I saw him in the park, it felt like a fever dream, a vision.

He stood across the pond in a T-shirt that outlined his muscles perfectly, in faded blue jeans, with a light dusting of silver across his strong jaw as though he hadn’t been able to summon the effort to shave.

I know the feeling. Making an effort with anything was difficult before he returned.

And I even sang in front of him!

Finally, Rusty pads to the corner of the room, curling up in a pile of Autumn’s clothes.

“My sister’s a lot of things,” I say, turning to Ryland, “but a neat freak isn’t one of them.”

Ryland smirks, walking across the living room. He pauses close to me, so close that his scent washes over me.

I inhale deeply as I stare up at him.

“What’s your last name?” he asks.

I laugh. “I can’t believe you don’t know it.”

He grins. “I never asked.”

“We’re going to be together forever….”

“And I don’t even know your last name. I know, Rachel. We’re completely nuts.”

That sends me into a giggle fit. I collapse against him, placing my cheek against his chest, feeling his laughter reverberate through my body. Part of me wants us to stay like this, simply laughing, but my lust won’t let me settle.

“It’s Jacobs, by the way,” I say between laughs.

My core tingles every time I touch him.

My clit remembers with burning passion how sweet it felt to have his tongue pressed against it. My body buzzes, tempting me to take this to the bedroom.

“Do you believe me yet?” he whispers in my ear, his warm breath tickling over me. “When I call you beautiful?”

“You make me feel it,” I reply. “More than anybody ever has.”

“Come on, Rachel. Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

With his hand on the small of my back, he guides me toward my bedroom, shutting the door softly behind us. I wait for Rusty to start barking or interrupt, and I’m not sure how I’d feel about that.

My body wants this so freaking bad, but my thoughts won’t stop moving to unfair places, like how he’s going to react when I can’t go through with this or when I have to tell him it’s all too new, too fast.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yeah.” I step back, looking up at him. “I guess I’m ashamed of my bedroom.”

He smirks, seeing right through me. “There’s nothing wrong with your room. But if I had my way, you’d have a suite fit for a queen.”

“Careful, Ryland,” I say. “I might hold you to that.”

“Good,” he says. “Because that means you’ll be with me. And that’s all I care about.”

He surges forward like a force of nature, grabbing my shoulders and kissing me harder than he has yet. Our teeth click in the passion, and then I can’t feel anything except his hands sliding down to my ass.

He squeezes firmly, massaging in that tempting way of his.

My skin buzzes and burns in anticipation, my sex shuddering like the pressure is already becoming too much.

It’s been almost a week of waiting, of wondering, of hoping.

My lust guides my hands to his shoulders.

Squeezing down, I grab through the fabric of his shirt, gripping onto his muscled flesh.

He growls through the kiss, his hands tightening on my ass at the same moment. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, making me feel wanted in a way I never dreamed of before we met.

We collapse onto the bed together, Ryland bracing his hands on either side of me to balance his bulky body atop mine.

I open my eyes, staring up at him as the kiss breaks off.

He returns my gaze, and time seems to stop, as though giving us a moment to appreciate what’s happening, luxuriating in this amazing thing.

Just don’t ruin it, a voice hisses inside.

I push it down, ignoring the way my core pulses, as though telling me I’m not going to be able to take him. Even the outline of his manhood is huge, and I’ve felt how massive he feels pushed against my stomach.

“I need you,” he snarls. “I need to take you, and I need to put a baby – our future – inside of you. Tell me, Rachel. Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” I whimper.

“For how long?”

“Forever.”

He grunts in approval, and then his lips are on mine again.

We lose ourselves in a kiss, my mouth sore as we crash together, his solid chest muscles brushing against my body.

“I need all of you,” he says, breath coming husky and urgent. “I need your round juicy tits and those perfect legs and that sweet soaked slit of yours.”

“Hmm,” I moan, tugging at his T-shirt.

He smirks. “Is that your way of telling me you want to see me too, baby?”

“Yes,” I moan, nodding up and down. “So freaking badly.”

My body blazes as he stands up, his hands pulling roughly at his T-shirt.

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