“Oh fuck.” I gasp and bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming out. Rhyland grips my hips tighter and slides me along his cock. While I love the power being on top gives me during sex, there is something so sexy and intimate about him topping from the bottom, guiding my movements.
As soon as Gabby lay down for her morning nap, I all but attacked Rhy.
“That’s it, baby. Ride that cock. Let it hit that sweet spot to set you off. I want to feel this pussy grip me as you come.”
My breaths come in quick pants, and I chase the orgasm, letting his words wash over me.
This man and his dirty mouth. God, I love it.I love him.That thought assaults my mind as the orgasm assaults my body. I digmy nails into his shoulders, and I can feel Rhy’s body tighten under me.
“Shit, you’re strangling my cock. I’m gonna fucking come.”
“Do it,” I command, and his cock surges inside me deeper as he finds his release. I throw my head back at how full I feel.
Unable to stop touching him, I continue to glide my hips along his. He taps my hip twice, tapping out like a fighter in a fight. “No fair,” he pants.
I bring my gaze back to his, and he brushes the hair out of my face.
“God, you are so fucking gorgeous.”
I laugh. “You’re just saying that because your dick is still inside me and you’re drunk on your orgasm.”
“No, I’m not.” He smirks before his face goes serious, and it reminds me of earlier when he said that he would never lie when it comes to me.
What a whirlwind of a morning it’s been.
“Payton, I—” he begins, only to be cut off by Gabby screaming through the monitor.
“Fuck.” I press on Rhy’s lap to stand and instantly feel empty. But I also hate the feeling of the combination of the mess we made slipping down my thigh. I wince, and he laughs, noticing my uncomfortableness.
“Why don’t you go clean up, and I’ll go get her?”
Before I can open my mouth to argue, he’s grabbing his shorts from the floor and slipping them on.
“A team, remember?”
Where the hell did my shirt end up?I glance around the room but come up empty. Oh, right, it’s upstairs just outside my room where all this began as we made out like two teenagers before deciding to bring our party downstairs to not disturb Gabby.
Rhy must remember, too, because he walks over and slips his T-shirt over my body.
“God, I think I love you—” He pauses. “—in my clothes just as much as I love you out of them,” he whispers, and his words once again set my body ablaze.
“What I was going to say was that sounds great, and then I’ll grab her a bottle and maybe a snack for us and meet you upstairs.”
“Perfect.” He presses his lips to mine before leaving the room.
What was he going to say earlier? Was he going to say I love you?Is it too soon for that? No, I’ve loved this man basically my entire life. He confessed he loved me both in and out of his clothes, but that doesn’t mean he loves me, or does it?
So many thoughts fill my mind at once that I start to feel overwhelmed while I clean myself up in the downstairs bathroom.
I play over our relationship like a movie.
He doesn’t want to hide our relationship anymore. God, I want that so badly. I want to hold his hand in public and wrap my arms around him in the kitchen. When with my family, I want to sit on his lap and laugh and sneak kisses, not just when nobody is looking, but even when they are.
Rhyland, a man dedicated solely to his job, took the day off to spend with me and my daughter. That means more than I think he ever realizes. Joel pushed us to the side and never put either of us first. But Rhy always has, even before I was his.
I refuse to give you up.I replay his words on repeat as I wash my hands and stare at my reflection in the mirror.
Who even is this woman staring back at me? My dad’s death broke me, and then Joel’s actions shattered me further. For the longest time, I felt like I was drowning, but Rhyland threw me the life raft and battled the stormy seas to save me—and Gabby. He didn’t need to be the man he is to Gabby, to me. But he is.
