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“Of course. It was mean. I knew he really wanted to inherit it. It would have been a small price to pay to have gained a strong ally instead of a vicious enemy,” he shrugs, “but like I said, I was an ass.”
Ryan can be cold and brutal and makes for a formidable enemy himself, and one that is often underestimated. I see the envy among his cousins and uncles, but there’s also a respect that borders on fear in their eyes as well.
“Why did you then move out of the place? To try to get Don back on your side?”
“To get rid of ghosts.” He stills. Suddenly, he winces and then looks away, keeping his head bowed. He sniffs a few times. “Give me a minute, will you?”
What the hell is happening?
He’s turning away and reaching behind him to unlock my ankles from his waist, but I tighten my legs around him.
“Wait, don’t go” I plead. “Are you okay?” I wrap my fingers around his jaw and bring his face back to mine. His left eye is watering. “Ryan? Are you… crying?”
He chuckles and sniffs again. And he’s still wincing. “No, of course not. It’s just one of my headaches.”
I know he gets headaches, but seeing one happen is a little shocking. I wipe off his tears and drop a kiss on his forehead. “I thought they were just... headaches. Caused by stress.” This doesn’t seem like a usual headache.
“They’re cluster headaches.” He winces again.
I check the wall clock. It’s two a.m., eleven Seattle time. It’s been nearly twenty-four hours since he last slept. “But you said you’re fine with late nights?”
“I usually am as long as it’s not back-to-back. But sometimes they hit me out of nowhere.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. What helps? Advil? Massages?” I sink my fingers into his hair and rub his temples and the back of his head.
“Zolmig...a spray. And hot showers.” His lids close and he leans into my touch. “And apparently your fingers.”
Encouraged, I carry on rolling the pads of my fingers against his skull while he drops his head to my chest and purrs like a large cat.
I work silently trying to keep my breathing even and not rub my aching breasts against the head he’s now laying on me.
His hands slip around my waist then slide lower until they’re cupping my butt. He digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and starts mirroring my actions on his scalp.
My breath catches. I’ve been in an almost constant state of arousal since the flight. But now, my panties are soaked right through, and my core throbs with need. It’s been too long.
“Did I tell you I love your smell?” He whispers.
“Uh… no.” I’m hoping he means the smell of my perfume... my shampoo... my skin... anything but that.
“I can smell you right now Stella.”
Well then. Done fighting the raging lust, I drop my suddenly boneless fingers to the counter then shift my butt to the edge so I can grind against him.
“Ryan, I can’t take it anymore. I want you.”
“I know, let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” I question.
“Shower. Come on.”
He lifts me up and urges my legs around his waist. “I need to ask you something important.”
“What’s that?”
“Did you like my mouth on you?”
Ha! I raise my head to look at him. “I suppose I can live with it.”
