me right now” I say, leaning into his ear. He doesn’t answer, but one hand leaves my thigh and I hear a zipper being pulled down, then his pants falling to the floor and then Ryan is swiftly putting my feet on the ground and undoing my shorts. He makes short work of removing my shorts and panties and as quickly as he put me down he’s picking me back up and placing my back against the wall again.
He uses all of his lower body strength to keep me pinned against the wall while he leans his torso away from me to rip of f his shirt and then mine.
With his hands back on my ass, he lowers my body and slides himself into me. For a moment neither of us moves, we just sit still and stare into each other’s eyes. Finally, I start to lift myself and we both get into a rhythm. It starts off slow and loving, but after our kisses get quicker and rougher, our movements follow; me grinding down on him and smiling when he groans.
I feel my body tighten and then I explode, screaming Ryan’s name and clutching to his neck. I feel Ryan pump into me a few more times, then go rigid and grunt before he whispers my name. Instead of putting me onto the ground, he walks the few steps over to the couch and sits down, with me straddling him, while we catch our breath. I finally pull my head off of his shoulder and look into his eyes and say “I love you, too.”
Chapter 18
Ryan
I can’t wipe this stupid smile off of my face. She just told me she loves me. That’s even better than when my girls tell me that they love me because they’re stuck with me and I know I’ll always have them.
Brynn doesn’t hav e to love me and she still does for some reason. I’m really scared to see what’s going to happen to us when I have to go back home in two days because I want Brynn to be with me forever. The way she said she didn’t want anything in her life to change on the way home made me think that she only wanted this thing to last while I was here, and then when I went home we would end and she’d go on with her life.
But she told me she loved me, too. Maybe that means we have a shot even after I leave and we go back to our daily lives. These thoughts are starting to make me jittery and I need a shift in my brain, so I look around the room for something to talk about and notice a guitar next to a small keyboard in the corner by her bookshelves.
“Will you play me something?” I ask. Brynn’s eyebrows crinkle together, but she must not think too much of it because she says “What do you want to hear?” I smile, knowing I’m in for a treat “I don’t know, surprise me.”
She smiles at me, stands up and strolls over , still naked, to grab her guitar. She turns before coming back to the couch, and flips on the living room light and then grabs two water bottles out of the fridge, then walks back to me.
She places both of the water bottles on the coffee table , pulls her pick out of the strings, and then strums her guitar a few times and hums. Finally, she sits in front of me on the coffee table with her legs between mine, smiles and says “I know what I’m going to play.”
“What? D on’t keep me in suspense.” I grin, while she’s still strumming on the strings, searching for the right chord. She doesn’t tell me the song she’s going to play, just shakes her head and smiles. Finally, the first few notes are played, and I instantly smile wider, knowing what she’s playing.
“When I Come Around” by Green Day was my favorite song when we were in high school. I played it way too many times and Brynn hated that song by the time we graduated.
When she finishes, I clap a few times and chuckle. “Very good, Brynnie, but I thought you hated that song.”
“Oh , I do, with a passion” she scoffs, then laughs and clarifies “but, the guy I took guitar lessons from in college was a huge Green Day fan, and that was one of the first songs he taught us to
He uses all of his lower body strength to keep me pinned against the wall while he leans his torso away from me to rip of f his shirt and then mine.
With his hands back on my ass, he lowers my body and slides himself into me. For a moment neither of us moves, we just sit still and stare into each other’s eyes. Finally, I start to lift myself and we both get into a rhythm. It starts off slow and loving, but after our kisses get quicker and rougher, our movements follow; me grinding down on him and smiling when he groans.
I feel my body tighten and then I explode, screaming Ryan’s name and clutching to his neck. I feel Ryan pump into me a few more times, then go rigid and grunt before he whispers my name. Instead of putting me onto the ground, he walks the few steps over to the couch and sits down, with me straddling him, while we catch our breath. I finally pull my head off of his shoulder and look into his eyes and say “I love you, too.”
Chapter 18
Ryan
I can’t wipe this stupid smile off of my face. She just told me she loves me. That’s even better than when my girls tell me that they love me because they’re stuck with me and I know I’ll always have them.
Brynn doesn’t hav e to love me and she still does for some reason. I’m really scared to see what’s going to happen to us when I have to go back home in two days because I want Brynn to be with me forever. The way she said she didn’t want anything in her life to change on the way home made me think that she only wanted this thing to last while I was here, and then when I went home we would end and she’d go on with her life.
But she told me she loved me, too. Maybe that means we have a shot even after I leave and we go back to our daily lives. These thoughts are starting to make me jittery and I need a shift in my brain, so I look around the room for something to talk about and notice a guitar next to a small keyboard in the corner by her bookshelves.
“Will you play me something?” I ask. Brynn’s eyebrows crinkle together, but she must not think too much of it because she says “What do you want to hear?” I smile, knowing I’m in for a treat “I don’t know, surprise me.”
She smiles at me, stands up and strolls over , still naked, to grab her guitar. She turns before coming back to the couch, and flips on the living room light and then grabs two water bottles out of the fridge, then walks back to me.
She places both of the water bottles on the coffee table , pulls her pick out of the strings, and then strums her guitar a few times and hums. Finally, she sits in front of me on the coffee table with her legs between mine, smiles and says “I know what I’m going to play.”
“What? D on’t keep me in suspense.” I grin, while she’s still strumming on the strings, searching for the right chord. She doesn’t tell me the song she’s going to play, just shakes her head and smiles. Finally, the first few notes are played, and I instantly smile wider, knowing what she’s playing.
“When I Come Around” by Green Day was my favorite song when we were in high school. I played it way too many times and Brynn hated that song by the time we graduated.
When she finishes, I clap a few times and chuckle. “Very good, Brynnie, but I thought you hated that song.”
“Oh , I do, with a passion” she scoffs, then laughs and clarifies “but, the guy I took guitar lessons from in college was a huge Green Day fan, and that was one of the first songs he taught us to
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