“What’s this?” For a second my heart lurches because somewhere in the distal part of my mind I thought it might be a ring. I can’t even imagine relaying this story to our friends and relatives.So how did he propose, they’d ask, and I’d reply,with a boner and a smile! Why, every part of his body was anxious to have me!I relax when I see it’s just a condom. “Is there rain in the forecast?” I’m not sure how we started calling them raincoats, but I like that we did. I like that we have an entire intimate world that only we’re a part of.
“Oh, honey, it’s going to pour.” Ryder pulls me in by the back of the neck. He comes at me with hungry, anxious kisses. I wrap my legs around his waist as he lays his full weight over me for a moment. He props up on his elbows and traces out my lips with his tongue. His hand glides down to my thigh before he slips a finger deep inside me, and I moan with approval.
“Ryder.” I reach down and guide him to that special place that’s been burning to have him ever since that night so long ago. It’s been a whole year of no action, well, not by a real live human at least. I’m pretty sure sex toys don’t count. In fact, if you want to get technical, I’m pretty sure I’ve renewed my virgin standing. “Hey, you know what I just thought of?”
“Mmm?” He tears open the foil packet with his teeth.
“I’m sort of a virgin again. So you know what that means right?”
His dimples flex in amusement. “That I’m an even luckier bastard than I suspected?”
“And that I’m going to bleed out all over your desk,” I tease. When Ryder and I first had sex I was, what I like to call,extra virgin. My dorm sheets looked like a massacre just took place, and Ryder was more than a little panicked when we were through. I may or may not have led him to believe he punctured my uterus, and, even though it’s impossible to do so, I really had him going.
He pushes a dull laugh into my ear. “No blood please—now, blood curdlingscreamsthat’s another story.”
“You do like me vocal, don’t you?” I bring the tip of him into me, and he sucks in a quick breath through his teeth as if he touched a flame.
“You okay?”
“You feelsofucking fantastic.” He lets out a groan as if he were in pain. “Trust me, I’d love to bury myself in you without anything on—that’s pretty big on my bucket list—lots of naked-penis sex.”
My chest bubbles with a laugh. I brush my finger over his brow. Ryder has the most amazing eyebrows, thick and dark like the wings of a majestic bird in flight.
“God, you’re hot.” I bite down over a smile. “But you know that, don’t you?”
He leans up and pulls the raincoat out of its tiny foil home, and I pluck it from him and pitch it over my shoulder.
“What did you do that for?” He looks vexingly perplexed, and it only makes me want him more.
I pull him in by the shirt until he’s tucked in close.
“I want you in me, sans the raincoat,” I whisper. “Right now it’s all about your big naked penis. It’s my gift to you.”
He laughs into my mouth before swiping his tongue over mine.
“I think we should put off the family for another few years. But, lucky for you, I’m pretty well stocked.” He reaches into his drawer and produces another one.
“Are you manufacturing them in your desk?” I tease as I snatch it from him and pitch it over my shoulder like I did the last one.
“Laney.” He stretches up over me and searches the floor for the glorified water balloons. “We need those.”
“No we don’t.” I take a breath. “Last year”—a lump the size of a Christmas ornament lodges in my throat—“I went on the pill. I trust you, Ryder. You’re the only man I ever want to be with, and I haven’t even thought about another person this last year except for you.”
“Laney.” He brushes the hair from my face sweetly. “I haven’t thought of, or looked at, another person for the past twelve months.”
“Are you trying to one-up me?”
His chest vibrates with a dull laugh. “No, but I want to make the point I’m all yours, and I’m clean.”
“No acid rain?” Despite the crude and disturbing imagery it’s really a lovely thought.
“Nope.” He lands a careful kiss over my lips. “You can bottle it and drink it if you wanted.”
“Okay, that was gross.” I swat him over the arm. The only thing I want to bottle is his love for me. “How did we go from I’m ho, ho, ho happy to see you, to bloody desk tops and bottled sperm?”
“I think that’s what makes us,us.” His dimples flex, no smile. Ryder always knows the right answer.
“You know what else makes us,us?” I gently press him in by the small of his back. “You, deep inside me.”
