The kiss wasn't supposed to be anything serious, because they were still taking baby steps with this, but it did, escalating quickly and getting deeper so easily like always, building an engulfing flame that burned so bright in them.
Kissing the soft rosy buds that were Bree's lips was always like this for Ryder and in this particular moment, it was like coming alive again after a long time, he was home in her arms.
This part of his life had been dead and buried the day he'd taken the irrevocably stupid decision to walk away from her life and what they'd had.
But tasting the undiluted headiness of her kiss again, getting lost in the sweet intoxication that was her lips, wrapped in the mixture of both their scents.....that was everything he's dream of and prayed for.
Cupping her face gently in his palm, he kissed her even deeper, familiarizing himself with her taste all over again.
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
Her box laid open in the middle of their bed while Bree went around the room, taking anything she thought she'd need and throwing them inside it.She's procrastinated this packing for a while now but it needed to be done and as a matter of fact now that Ryder was still at the office.She didn't want him to come home and find she was the only one delaying the vacation he'd taken the whole month to plan for them.Yeah, a vacation, more like a honeymoon except the kids, Karen and Issy, the new nanny, were coming too.In the couple of years that's passed, a lot has happened, none of which she regretted one bit.Not learning how damaged how husband had been before he waltzed into her life or that his plan had been to use her as pawn in his schemes to get revenge, none of it.That last part had hit harder than the rest, knowing that she could have so easily suffered for the crimes of someone who didn't even give two piece of flying shit about her.She'd taken her time to digest that piece
"You know you'll never hurt Xander, right?" She asked him quietly, and honestly, she had no idea what that did for him.He didnt know that, he's been afraid of that since he knew he was expecting a soon too and maybe, just maybe, that has affected his relationship with his baby.He wondered if she'd noticed, all the times he'd opt to hold Lexie instead of him, afraid that whatever had made his father get so awfully abusive to him might be nestled somewhere inside him.What if it was a bad trait living inside him too, waiting to grow and make him a monster too?It was the sole reason he hadn't wanted kids, ever, but Bree had come into his life and many things had changed with her presence.She'd made him want things that he had no right wanting, made him be live he deserved some good things in his life and now here they were, with two kids, one of them a boy......just like he'd been."I need you to understand this Ry, you'll never be like your father. You are a good man, one of the best
Bree knew that Ryder had gone through a lot growing up, hrll she knew he had had it tough growing up and has dealt with his fair share of traumatic experience, but abuse at ten?That was a lot to digest.It must have been so difficult for him, a different kind of hell even to loose the one person that genuinely loved him and have the other person who was supposed to love him now resort to abusing and molesting him instead.She couldn't stop the tears that rolled down the sides of her face as she listened to him tell it in that voice of his that couldn't choose between indifference, anger and pain.She could imagine him, so innocent, so small, so hurt and yet do afraid of the monster he calls father.No wonder his father snd hers had gotten so along together and had even made it as close friends.They were both bad pedophilic men, cut from the same nasty cloth.".......and just when I thought it couldn't get worse, he started bringing his friends over."Her breath caught in her throat s
Before he got into bed, Ryder had already made up his mind to tell Bree everything that she wanted to know about him and why he turned out the way he did.He didn't want a fight like the last time, that had been an absolute hell, and he didnt want to let his past keep winning.He wanted to get it out there, he needed to.This morning had shown him that, he might never be over those horrid incidents but it would be better to know he tried.And if he had to share it with anyone, then why not her? Why not the woman he was ready to spend the rest of his life with?Even though he hasn't popped the question, he knew that was his truth, he's been ready for that step for a while now and he'd ask her anytime from now."Baby please...."Her voice called his mind back from wandering off.He opened his mouth to, but the words weren't coming, his tongue sat heavy in his mouth, unmoving, while the forbidden images he's fought so hard to keep at bay flooded his head.His hand that held her close sque
Bree didnt know which bothered her the most this night between a tantrum throwing Xander who wouldn't calm down to anything and a Ryder she'd watched all day start to recoil into himself.But she'd be damned if he thought that she'd let him do that to both of them again.Not this time around, no.It was surprising still how fast his mood had swung from after she found him in the sittingroom with the last people on earth she expected to see today.He'd been okay at first, talking with them and even playing smug with her when she'd called him out on knowing they had guests snd not mentioning.But as the discussion in the room had settled more between herself and Larry, encompassing how much things had changed back home from when she left up until now and stuff, she'd noticed the start of his withdrawal. By the time Larry had come around filling her in on what had been decided on the case of her father, Nathan and Brandon, he'd been about ready to combust.She'd noticed, and before she c
The rest of the day passed in a blur for Ryder, centered around the two new men in the house and the babies they came to visit, mostly.It was nice to see Bree around other people that wasn't him and the kids, to see her around her own crowd.She needed this, he knew, because in these past months it's been just himself, the kids and Karen in her life, which wasn'tideal for anyone really.It must have been difficult for her, not having anyone or anywhere to go, especially in the times he'd been an absolute asshole to her and she must have needed someone to vent to, but she'd endured it without complaint.He hated that she had though, she should have said something, done something, but she hadn't and he couldn't even lay the blames at her doorstep now.He'd been all that she'd had here, away from her family, biological and adopted, and he'd fucked up royally.These thoughts and accusations in his head while he watched her bloom like a flower having its first taste of sunshine in a while
The memory of what happened in the bathroom stayed with Bree while she had her soak in the tub and an accompanying nice bath, making her flush every now and again.She never expected it to feel this good again, but Ryder had broken every of her doubts with how easily he'd made her body sing and how intensely he'd made her come.Her legs still felt shaky even after time had passed and she was out of the one room that now held a different memory for her.She'd worried that he didnt want her anymore since the babies came and mentally, she blamed it on her postpartum body and the scar that lined her flesh, the scar that marked her first step into motherhood.And those thoughts had almost made her hate it and herself too.But this morning, barely an hour ago, he'd shown her that she'd been worrying for nothing really.Her body ached sweetly even as she got dressed up, still humming from his sinful ministrations.The room was empty which means he'd taken the babies with him on his way out, s
"Then stay."That sentence, made only of two words, in that moment, sounded more powerful than any argument Ryder could think of.He wanted to, fuck, he's dreamed of staying, like she was asking him to and doing the things she was suggesting, but the fears he'd parroted to her were real for him.He didn't want to hurt her, shes been through enough in recent times to add that to her plate and he knew he might with how rough this could easily turn.She had no idea what she did to him, to his control and without it, he could do things that both of them would only regret later....While his head turned and tossed the pros and cons of indulging their flaming desires and fantasies right now, his eyes followed her body's slow descent until she dropped to her knees before him.She looked like an angel to him, in fact to him she was one, just naughtier and more tempting to his already thin control.Her dainty fingers reached up to the waistband of the sweatpants he had on and he just watched as
"Ryder.......please......"Bree could hardly believe the voice saying these words belonged to her.She sounded so different to her own self and that was probably because it's been a long while since she's had Ryder touch her like this.She was almost beginning to think they'd hit a drought in their sex life before this morning happened.The no sex rule made sense during her recuperation period she could understand, but even before that and then after, he'd still been reluctant to touch her in an suggestive way.It had bothered her enough to make her believe it was because she looked hideous to him now with her scars and all, but the eyes that had taken in every inch of her body just minutes ago had cleared her of worries.He wanted her snd he wasn't hiding that either.She arched her body as his fingers found her other nipple, catching it between his forefinger and his thumb and rubbing it mercilessly till she thought she'd come from the pleasure.Initially, she'd been afraid she might