“Just thinking about what’s next,” I finally said.
“About where you’re traveling next?”
My heart sank. “Yeah,” I lied.
“Any candidates yet?”
“Maybe North Carolina. I wouldn’t mind being closer to Wander. Rhode Island is too cold in the fall, so Whitney will have to come to us.”
His fingers traced lackadaisical shapes on my shoulder. “Do you ever wish you lived closer to them all the time?”
I nodded. “We text all the time, and we video chat and work together like that. But it’s not the same when you can’t pop into each other’s houses and hang out or go get drinks together.” I sighed. “Driving to them is always a lot. I’ve flown to them a few times, but the anxiety meds I have to take to be able to fly make me feel awful, so I try to avoid them as much as I can.”
Ryan kissed the top of my head, before taking our plates and mugs to the sink. “Tell me something,” he said when he sat back down. “Have you figured out where heaven is yet?”
“Not yet,” I said as I leaned on his shoulder. “Why? Have you?”
“Yeah,” Ryan said as he lifted my chin with a crooked finger. “It’s wherever you are.”
I melted.
Whitney and Wander were right. Book boyfriends existed. And if keeping Ryan meant eating a massive helping of crow, I’d scarf it down happily.
His hands wandered up and down my sides, pulling at my shirt until he found the hem and slipped his hands beneath the fabric. His touch was leading and safe.
“Ryan,” I moaned when he started to search for the clasp of my bra.
“Let me make you feel good, Wills.”
He leaned in for another long kiss, but I reared back. “No.” I reached between his thighs and squeezed the long, thick outline of his cock. “You always make me feel good. It’s your turn.”
His brow furrowed. “Willow?—”
“I want to,” I said, locking eyes with him as I slid off the couch and dropped to my knees.
Ryan let out a slow breath and swore at the ceiling.
“Please?” I said, as I fiddled with the button of his jeans.
His eyes darkened like an eclipse. He wanted it. I could feel the desire radiating from him in waves. But would he let himself have it?
“Please,” I said again as I unbuttoned his jeans and slowly drew the zipper down.
Ryan’s eyes never left mine as he slowly lifted his ass off the couch and pushed his jeans and boxers down, then kicked them off.
“Shirt too,” I said. “I want you naked.”
He reached behind his head, grabbed the neck of his shirt, and pulled it off in one smooth motion. “Just so we’re clear,” Ryan said as he leaned back, spread his knees wide, and stretched one arm across the back of the couch. “When my dick is in your mouth, your eyes are on me.” He slowly stroked his cock until it stood at attention. “Understood?”
I nodded as I pulled my hair to the side and wrapped my hand around his dick. Ryan tipped his head back and let out a sharp breath when I kissed the swollen head of his cock.
“Right here,” Ryan said as he reached down and tipped my chin up. “Eyes on me, beautiful.”
I felt the weight of his gaze as I slid his cock into my mouth.
Ryan let out a hushed profanity as his one-handed grip on the back of the couch tightened. “You’re gonna fucking kill me. You know that?”
I smiled and took him deeper into my mouth.
