There was an extreme close-up of the instructor guiding several students at once—she was a really great multitasker—and I jolted as the combination of his fingers pinching my nipple and his cock shuttling into me at the best angle and his teeth on my shoulder knocked me right over the edge. Before I even knew what was happening, the orgasm twisted through me, pulsing and clenching everywhere.
Ryan lashed both arms around my torso and held me steady as he hammered into me. “That was what you needed, wasn’t it?”
I managed a nod. I didn’t think I could speak.
“Yeah, that’s my girl.”
He surged up into me once more and I’d swear the groan he shouted into my shoulder left a mark. I felt it just as I felt him swell and throb inside me.
“I have another rule,” he rasped against my neck.
“Mmm?”
“This is our new morning routine.”
“But what about when you’re on the road? Which is very often. What do I do then?”
“You can do it without me,” he said with a great deal of reluctance. “I won’t like it but I’ll accept it. My one condition is that you must tell me everything about it.”
“While you’re in a bathtub?”
“If I can manage it, yes.”
At that, I giggled uncontrollably. I wanted to blame it on the sex but it was more than being fuck drunk. It was everything inside me feeling new and fresh and right, like I’d finally found a version of myself that fit on the first try.
Not for the last time, I said “Okay” to Ryan Ralston without really thinking about what I was agreeing to.
chapter twenty-six
Ryan
Today’s Learning Objective:
Students will dismantle watery arguments.
I didn’t knowhow Emme did it but she slipped out of bed without me noticing again. My girl wasn’t especially quiet or stealthy which meant the only explanation I could piece together was that I slept like the fucking dead when I was beside her. As much as I wanted to notice when she left me, it seemed my brain had other plans.
This left me to wander the halls of this oceanfront estate in search of my wife. I heard the shower running in her room and headed in that direction. We’d abandoned her room last night after she spilled a glass of wine in bed though she blamed that on me because I bit her nipple. I had it on good authority that she liked it when I bit her nipples so the spill was on her.
I leaned against the doorframe, and while I’d decided to not be grouchy that she’d left the bed, returned to her room, and decided to shower without me, that didn’t stop me from glaring at the soft, round shape of her in the steam. I didn’t make a habit of dropping the tension in my shoulders and chest too often and letting myself see all of her. I did it last night—and lastweekend—but I didn’t know how to exist without reaching for that restraint.
I had to. I couldn’t let myself believe that after all this time she was finally mine. There was always a chance this would blow up on us, on me, and nothing that’d happened in the past twelve hours could change that.
She could be mine for now. For today. For these moments in between the rest of our lives. And I would find a way to survive that the same as I’d survived everything else. There wasn’t much else for me to do.
Although I intended to address a few important issues this morning.
The bathroom was thick with steam and the showerheads—there appeared to be five or six—roared like small waterfalls. Emme was busy scrubbing her hair and she still hadn’t noticed me.
I kicked out of my athletic shorts and opened the glass door to step in behind her. “I don’t like you sneaking out of bed, wifey. Makes me think I’m not doing enough to keep you there.”
Emme screamed and a bottle fell from her hands. When I retrieved it, I found her with an arm over her breasts and her legs pressed together like she needed to hide herself from me. “You could’ve announced yourself,” she shrieked.
“You could’ve noticed that I’ve been watching you since you started washing your hair.”
“When did you turn into such a creep?” She flicked her free hand at me and her eyes widened when her gaze fell on the hard shaft jutting out toward her. As if I could help it. She waswet, for fuck’s sake. “What do you think you’re doing in here?”
“I think it’s time for us to have a little conversation instead of you running off to your room or being very busy with cheese or pretending you’re asleep for the rest of the flight.”
