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"Do you?"
"For the most part," he admitted shamelessly. "She was the first kid any of us had ever really been around. We liked spoiling her."
"And now she's got you wrapped around her little finger," I said with a smile. I knew how that went. I saw it every day. I once had a mother come up to me and ask me to tell her daughter she wasn't allowed to push the other kids on the playground because she 'didn't want to be the bad guy'. Ridiculous.
"Something like that," he admitted, putting his coffee cup back on the breakfast cart. I guess that was a perk of living in a hotel occasionally- room service.
I followed suit, putting what was left of my breakfast on the cart and watching as he rolled it out into the hallway.
"Come here," he demanded, leaning against the front door. And I was hopeless to do anything but what he asked. His arms circled around my lower back, dragging me against his firm body. "Think they're gonna take away my man card if I said I'm gonna fucking miss you today?"
In my chest, my heart did a wild flip-flop and I beamed up at him. "It'll be our little secret," I said, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck, making my breasts crush into his chest. And despite having had him the night before and just over an hour ago, my body wanted him again. "I'm gonna miss you too," I admitted, knowing the truth of it down to a soul level. In such a short time, he had begun to mean so much. Maybe, if I was honest with myself, perhaps it was too much.
"Well then I think I'm safe," he said, giving me a smile as he leaned forward and claimed my lips.
I was pretty sure it was supposed to be a short, sweet little kiss. But, well, the second his lips pressed to mine, it became something else entirely. I whimpered against his lips as he held me impossibly tight to his body, as he slanted my head and deepened the kiss, as his tongue traced the seam and invaded.
He turned suddenly, slamming me back against the wall, taking my arms from around his neck and pinning them to the wall above my head as his lips left mine, leaving them feeling swollen and sensitive, and trailed down my cheek, jaw, and then torturing my neck. He kissed, licked, sucked, until every inch of my body was humming with the need for him, until I felt halfway to an orgasm and his hand hadn't been anywhere near my sex yet.
His mouth went up, his teeth snagging my earlobe and making me let out a moan.
Then, perfectly timed it seemed, there was a ding in the hallway that made Ryan release me and go back a step. My hands fell numbly down by my sides as I pressed back against the wall, feeling wobbly and so turned on it was genuinely painful as Ryan took several long, deep breaths, similarly afflicted it seemed.
"Fuck," he sighed, scrubbing a hand down the scruff on his cheek that was well on its way to becoming a beard if he didn't shave sometime soon. "Told you they'd be early," he added with an apologetic smile, moving over toward me and pressing a kiss to my temple as I forced my legs to solidify again and stood up straight.
Then there was pounding on the door. Not knocking. Pounding with, it seemed, at least three fists. "Open up!" a female voice called, making Ryan chuckle and move a step to the side where the door was.
"Ready for this?" he asked.
"As I'll ever be," I admitted, giving him what I hoped was a reassuring smile.
Then he slid the locks and they... burst in.
They were polar opposites to each other in the looks department. One was blonde with a soft, delicate face, big green eyes, beach-wavy hair, and had on a tight mini skirt with glitter-printed leggings and an oversized black sweater that had a scoop neck and an unusual hem that went up high in the center then dipped down low at the sides so it actually brushed the hem of her skirt by her thighs.
The other was a tall, leggy, stacked woman with long, straight dark hair, striking blue eyes, and feminine but angular face. As Ryan had predicted, she wore a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, black combat boots, and a tight blue long-sleeve tee.
They both also had about half a dozen bags between them, in their hands and hanging from their wrists.
"Well...?" The blonde, Fee, demanded, big-eying Ryan as she waved a hand full of bags out.
"Well what?" Ryan asked.
"Where is she?" she added, rolling her eyes.
"Good morning to you too, Fee, Lea," he said, and while I couldn't see his face from my position behind the door, I could hear the smile in it. "It's nice to see you. You seem well..."
