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Relenting against my better judgment, I nod.
Chapter Eleven
Gabe
I love that Ryan obviously doesn't seem sure about this, but she's determined to do it anyway. If Gramps can like her, then my parents can too. Her age seems to be the biggest concern for them. That doesn't matter to me. All they need to see is that Ryan is a good person, and a good person for me. The water is cold now and I'm ready to get out.
“C'mon. Let's take a hot shower and go to bed.” Ryan nods, turning to drain the water from the tub. As we step out to move to the shower, turning on the water, I add, “We can do a test run of sorts, if you want. Owen has another home game next week. My parents, Gramps, and Grandma will be there. Do you want to go with me?”
“You sure are asking a lot of me, Gabe.”
I laugh and drag her into the stall with me. “Nothing I wouldn't do for you.”
She smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck as the water showers over us. “I'd love to go.”
“Good.”
Ryan steps around me and reaches for the soap and a rag. We quickly wash ourselves, my eyes glued to her body. It's on display just for me until she wraps a towel around it once she gets out of the shower. I reach out, grab the white fabric, and tug.
“I don't think so.”
Ryan props her hands on her hips, her long, red hair attempting to cover her breasts, but failing. “Gabe, I need to dry off.” As if to prove her point, water drips from the tips of her hair. But all I can focus on is the path the droplets take. Ryan snaps her fingers to get my attention. “I shouldn't go to bed with wet hair.”
I brought something with me this weekend for us to try and now is definitely the time to do so. “Do you want to take time to dry your hair or do we want to find out if handcuffs really do have a better use?” Her jaw drops, shock clearly written on her face. Uh, oh. “Wait, you weren't serious about that, were you?” I ask, feeling like an idiot.
She throws her hands up in the air. “No! I was trying to distract you, so you wouldn't arrest me!” God, I'm so dumb. Her voice comes down a couple notches as she curiously adds, “Did you really bring them?”
I hand her back her towel and she wraps it around her. Wordlessly, I nod and wrap my own towel around my waist. All of a sudden, Ryan bursts into a fit of laughter. She takes my hand, leading me out of the bathroom, still laughing.
“You can stop laughing at me any time now,” I tell her. She giggles harder. “What are you doing?” I ask when she grabs my luggage and places it on the bed. I stand next to her and she grins at me.
“Get them. Let's find out.”
“What?” I'm confused. She just said that she wasn't serious.
“All hilariousness of this situation aside, if you want to try it, then I'm up for it. Get them, Gabe,” she repeats.
I stare at her, still unsure if she's serious.
Ryan takes my hand. “I'm going to be honest with you, okay? I've never done anything like this before and I'm a little nervous. I trust you, though. As long as you don't go overboard or anything, I'm sure it'll be fun. If it isn't, I'll tell you without any hesitation. Have you ever restrained someone during sex?”
I shake my head. “No, I haven't. Your comment has been on my mind lately, so that's why I thought of it. Are you sure? Because you being nervous is making me nervous.”
“I'm excited too.” She smiles to reassure me. “It's not like you're going to chain me to the bed and leave me here. It's only handcuffs. You're starting to over think this like I am. Get the handcuffs, Gabe.”
Ryan lets go of my hand and pushes my luggage closer to me. I flick my eyes to her towel. “Take it off and lay down.”
She grins, knowing that I'm going to do it. While she does that, I open the front pocket and retrieve the cuffs before putting my bag back in its place. When I turn around, Ryan is laying on her back, looking relaxed.
“Are those the ones you use for work?” She asks, glancing at the silver pair in my hand.
“No,” I answer as I walk back to the bed, stripping my own towel off. “These are an extra pair.” I arrange the pillows to sit against the headboard on the left side of the bed. “Scoot over here and lift your arms up with your wrists together.”
She glances up, watching as I place one cuff around her wrist. I put it near the headboard where I want it and reach for her other wrist. I make it so the links connecting them go around the bedpost to keep her hands there. The bedpost isn't much higher than the headboard and the pillows are supporting Ryan. Her elbows are slightly bent, which is perfect in case she wants to stop and remove her hands from their place.
“If you want to take them down, just push your wrists backwards and lift. You should be able to do it, even though it's as big and as round as it is. Try it for me, just to make sure.” Her elbows lock up as she straightens her arms and lift. “Good,” I nod, gently pushing her wrists back in place. “Unless you don't like it, don't move them until I say so.”
Satisfied, I climb into the bed, settling myself between her legs
