“Ry.”
“I feel you squeezing my cock, Wills. You’re almost there,” he soothed. “Let it happen. I’ll catch you.”
I tried to hold out, not wanting it to end. I was scared that, when we crashed, those little flames would be snuffed out.
“You can do it. I’ve got you,” Ryan whispered as he pulled my legs to wrap around his hips and leaned over to rest his forehead on mine. “Come for me.”
I went silent as the orgasm crashed into me. Those little flames licked up into an inferno—sucking all the oxygen from the room.
Ryan came with a grunt, spilling into me before collapsing on top of me.
“Shhhh,” he said as he cradled my head under his chin. The steady thrum of his heart was the most calming sound. “Feel it all. I’m not letting go.”
That was the promise I needed.
Life is scary and unexpected. But I had someone at my side, keeping me safe so I could keep my heart open to feel it all.
39
RYAN
CHASING STORIES
“Willow!” mom hollered across the house. “Is that you?”
“Hi, Pam!” she shouted back as she toed off her shoes at the door and made herself right at home. “How was Lisbon?”
It was still a little weird that Willow and my mom had become fast friends, but only because I had nothing to do with it. It had been all Willow.
She had jumped headfirst into the Ford Method and made it her mission to get to know everyone I loved.
Which was pretty much just my mom.
Mom sashayed out of the kitchen. “It was incredible. You two definitely need to go,” she said as she gave Willow a hug first, then gave me one almost as an afterthought. She propped her hands up on her hips. “I see you two are still together. No more dramatics?”
Willow smiled at me a little sheepishly.
We had spent the night in Willow’s hotel room, then the next two weeks at my house after my mother left New York to traipse around Portugal, living her best life.
“No more dramatics,” she said.
“Nice to see you too, Mom,” I teased.
She waved me off with a dismissive hand. “I see you all the time. I’ve never had a daughter before. This is fun for me. Don’t ruin it.”
“I hate to break it to you, but we’re hitting the road soon,” I said.
“So soon?” Her face fell, and her brows furrowed. “I thought you weren’t leaving for Virginia for another few days.”
“Yeah, but we’re going up to Providence first,” I said.
“My friend is having a baby shower,” Willow chimed in. “It’s a couples shower, so Ryan gets to come too.” She patted my shoulder, knowing that I did not want to go to a baby shower. I especially didn’t want to go to a baby shower where there was the threat of being knocked unconscious and kidnapped by the father-to-be.
Visions of having her own grandbabies to spoil flashed in my mother’s eyes. Her expression brightened. “Go on, then. Enjoy yourselves. Stay a night or two. I’m not old-fashioned—Willow doesn’t need a ring. Get busy.”
“Pam!” Willow said with a laugh.
She dropped her hands on her hips. “Well? I’m not getting any younger. And neither are you two.”
