It's been so long since anybody had looked at Bree with eyes so dark and so hungry for her it excited her to watch Ryder.
She'd lost hope on ever experiencing the out of this world kinda magic she and Ryder always made in between the sheets the day she'd found out that he'd left her without any goodbye, reason or explanation.
Her life had gone bleak from that moment on as he'd taken all the colors and hope from it with him.
And yet here she was, with the only man that can have her soaking wet with only the intensity of his eyes or the kisses of his lips.
The universe had intervened and given them this second chance and sometimes she wondered if they were one of those matches made in heaven or this was a reward for some good either of them had done in a past life.
"Stay with me, baby girl."
He whispered in her, his voice so velvety yet so husky, as
She'd thought her body would appall him. Ha, that was the most laughable thing Ryder has heard in a long while and it had taken the look on her face and her tone to convince him it wasn't a joke. He understood her insecurities though, he'd helped build them, but he needed her to know that the only thing this embodiment of gorgeousness deserved was his adoration and worship and not scorn and hate like she'd conjured up in her head. If only she could see herself through his eyes, then she'd never ever entertain such thoughts ever again. She was perfect to him just the way she was and if she decides later on to loose some of the weight she'd gained after the baby comes, that would be totally up to her because it changes nothing about how he already felt about her. She'd lit up like a Christmas tree when he'd told her he loves her and that only made him wish he'd said the w
He was big down there, standing at nothing less than a proud nine and a half inches and more than half of that in girth. It made Bree wonder how it had managed to fit inside her before. But if it hadn't been a problem then, it certainly wouldn't be one now. "It dosen't bite." He teased, smirking at her, probably already reading her thoughts off her face. She got of the bed while he watched, sashaying her way to him, and before he could realise what she was doing, she dropped to her knees, that proud and beautiful part of his anatomy staring her in the face. It was her turn to return the favor and pleasure him as best as she could and she planned to deliver it so good. "You know you don't have to do this, right?" He asked in a gruff voice that betrayed his excitement at the prospect of what she had in mind.
Making love to Bree have always been like coming home for Ryder, and it wasn't hard to figure out why. She was his home. Thrusting his dick into her wet, welcoming and hugging pussy was the best feeling ever and could never be compared to anything. It was no surprise he wasn't ever able to stomach the thought of having anyone else, even after they'd separated without any hope of finding their way back to eachother. Her slick vaginal muscles closing around him like a glove, fitting around him like she'd been made specially for him, reminded him that this was home and there was nothing like it out there, at least not for him. It was so hard trying to keep from loosing his control and filling her with his essence, and it got progressively worse as he watched her climax for him again, screaming his name, her whole being caught in the thirds of pleasure under him. He liked the way she moaned his name, like he was a prayer she was offering to any listening gods. His thrusts started sl
And a perfect night it was, at least that's how it had started out, until his peaceful, sound sleep slowly morphed into his worst nightmare. Somehow, he was back in his old room, with no way out, stuck staring into the faces of the three men that he'd rather not set his eyes on ever again for the rest of his life. Not seeing any of them again for the rest of his life would be too soon for another life time. It didn't make sense though, he was done and free from this life and he'd made sure these men were under the custody of the law and about to loose their freedom for good. And there was Paul, the man that had ceased to be his father from the day he'd created this league of devils haunting his life. He was a little boy again, young and afraid, their toy to play with, mess up and discard as they pleased. His heart slammed a tattoo against his chest with every beat, every rhythm, as he took in the lewd smiles plastered on their faces with every step the they took in his direction,
Bree woke up to a tossing and struggling Ryder clutching hard on her hand that had somehow made its way to his chest sometime in their sleep. He was obviously caught in the tores of another one of his gripping nightmares that he never talks about. His brows were drawn and furrowed in his struggle, his face contorted as if he was in pain and he was muttering unintelligibly. She could make out a couple broken sentences or so from what he was muttering about, though. He was repeatedly calling to someone, his father, she realised. He was begging to be saved from some kind of torture and then there was there was her.......he was calling her name, begging her? It was all so confusing and she had no idea why he'd transitioned from talking to his father to begging her, but it was a dream and she had an idea how easily those could morph. She's been in more than a couple nightmares herself, they'd been more frequent in the days after she'd just been rescued from her father. "Ryder, baby,
She was asking him for the impossible, the one thing he couldn't give her.He couldn't begin to imagine opening his mouth and letting the shit he's kept bottled up inside him for years flying out of his mouth to her audience.There was no weighing it, he was undisputably sure she would leave his ass by the time he was done with spilling how fucked up he is to the last person that needs to hear it.There was too much pain and hurt buried under all the years that had swept past, so much hate and spite that he never thought he'd recover from, best left forgotten.He pushed his fingers through his hair, trying to stay the haunting memories and failing.He'd been fucked over as a kid, but he'd gone and done his own fair share of fucking up by looping her into his mess with clear intentions of hurting her even if that had been only designed to hurt her father in the first place.But the point was, he'd brought her into all this and this relationship they had going on, though beautiful and fr
Bree woke up with a stinging pain in her lower back, so sharp and piercing that it scared her, but it disappeared just as quickly as it had come.Her mind shot to the baby first as did her hand, cupping her bump with hopes that her child was okay.She was seven months plus along now, only a couple months more at most and her bundle of joy would finally be here, a part of their lives.Their lives.......the thought brought a damper with it, clouding the joy she had mustered.Funny how she's living in the same house with him and still she has no idea if there was still a "their" anymore.She had no idea what was what and it'd be a freaking surprise if they were still a thing because Ryder wasn't acting like it anymore.It's been days and the issue from that night still hung heavy between them, stretching on and on and keeping them from each other.She hated that they were at this point where they were fighting a lot, but she had no intentions of giving in to his whims this time and lettin
But that call to her ob/gyn was never made and neither was the one to Ryder.Well, she didn't think she had to make either of them anymore because by the time she could get around to it, it was almost as if nothing had happened.The tingle that had bothered her wasn't there anymore and there was absolutely no sign of the pain she'd endured earlier, which was surprising in itself. She didn't want to seem too paranoid about the baby because it's her first pregnancy, so she let it rest.She went about her day instead, helping Karen out around the house and making small conversations with the bubbly, older woman.Karen was a delight to talk to and she had the most beautiful tales about her super adorable grand kids whose pictures she always carried around in her purse, and talking to her always made Bree's day.She wondered if she should tell the woman about what had happened while she was in the bath since she sounded so experienced with kids and pregnancies having carried six of hers to