Page 7 of A Ryan Regret


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She wraps her arms around me, tipping her head back and exposing the sweet, creamy skin of her throat. I lick a path from the base of her neck and along her jawline, eliciting a series of needy moans that vibrate through my chest and head straight to my cock. If I don’t get inside her soon, I’m pretty sure I’m going to have some kind of aneurysm.

I rest my lips on the shell of her ear. “You remember what we did the first time I brought you here?”

She giggles. “I do. It was against this very tree in fact.”

I grind my aching shaft against her and don’t find nearly enough relief. The memory of that night floods me. After doing everything I could to push her away from me, I finally got out of my own way and let her in. It was the first time she told me that she loved me, and since I couldn’t say it back in that moment, I showed her instead. With her legs around my waist, I sank inside her and showed her exactly how I felt.

It was also the night she promised she’d never leave me. A few weeks later, she did just that. That memory isn’t at all sweet, and reliving it always slices a fresh welt across my heart. Not as deep as it used to but still enough to make me wince. But that was a lifetime ago, and we were two very different people back then.

She tangles her fingers in my hair, her warm breath dancing over my neck. “I love you so much.” Her voice cracks, which makes me wonder if she’s thinking about the past too.

I stare into her sparkling blue eyes, and that welt heals over in a heartbeat. “I know.”

She rolls her eyes at my response, a wide grin spreading over her face.

“I know you did not just roll those pretty eyes at me, sweetheart. You know I will take off my belt and spank you out here in the middle of these woods.”

She sinks her teeth into her pillowy bottom lip, making me want to do the same, right before I sink my teeth into every other inch of her. “I know that because you’ve done it before,” she says with a seductive purr. Such a fucking temptress. She knows exactly what she does to me.

I arch an eyebrow. “Or maybe that’s your plan? Make me spank you because you know how hard it makes me?”

Her dark eyelashes flutter over her pink cheeks, and she rolls her hips, rubbing her abdomen over my length. “Seems like you couldn’t get much harder.”

A dark laugh rumbles in my throat. “You’ve had me like this for the past twenty hours, Hacker, and we both know that I can.”

Her breath hitches and her perfect juicy tits heave against my chest. I know she’s as desperate for this as I am. Dammit, my wife never used to be this stubborn. I’ve created a monster. A horny, hot-as-fuck monster, who holds all the power in every single situation. But not this time.

I step back from her, and the fleeting look of disappointment on her face almost makes me cave. Almost.

In a flash, her hands fall from my hair, and she fixes me with a steely glare of determination. I lick my lips, unashamedly raking my eyes over every curve of her body—every single curve that I own. Her stubbornness is only going is going to make this victory all the sweeter. That or it’s gonna kill me.

She jerks her head in the direction of the lake “Shall we go?”

Closing my eyes, I shove my hands into my pockets and tip my head to the sky, then take a deep breath through my nose. Yeah, she’s gonna kill me.

Despite it not being on my anticipated list of activities for our weekend break, our walk earlier was actually nice. Even nicer was the swim in the lake afterward, but best of all was making out on the dock like a pair of horny teenagers while we dried off in the sun.

I’m fixing dinner when Jessie strolls into the kitchen wearing only a towel, her hair wet from her shower. She’s holding her phone to her ear. “Wait a minute. I’ll just check with him now.”

She smiles sweetly at me while I frown at her. “So…” She bites her lip. “If I were to have phone sex with Mikey right now, would that count as him getting me off, or for the purposes of our agreement would that still be me getting myself off?”

Blood thunders through my veins, and I almost snap the wooden spoon I’m holding in half. I set the spoon down and hold out my hand. “Give me the damn phone.”

“He wants to talk to you,” she whispers to my younger brother, then hands me her phone.

“Stop trying to have phone sex with my wife.” I end the call before he has a chance to reply.

Jessie gasps, feigning horror. “That was so rude.”

I jerk my head in the direction of the bedroom. “Go get dressed for dinner.”

She pouts. “Can I have my phone back?”

“No.”

“Shane!”

“I said go get dressed, Jessie.”

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