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“Also, this isn’t entirely sanitary,” I argued, more to provoke him than anything else.
Honestly, I couldn’t have cared less, but since last night bickering with Ryan had become a turn on—a thrilling kind of foreplay that led to spectacular sex and orgasms.
“April?” Ryan snapped, having moved on to lifting my ass so he could pull my yoga pants off.
The cool air in the cabin touched across my bare flesh, a teasing caress of what was hopefully to come. “Yeah?” I had no idea what we were talking about anymore.
“Shut. Up.”
I wanted to protest, but he’d succeeded in getting my bottoms off and had scooted me towards the edge of the table, where he was now sitting, like a man ready to feast. He spread my legs and licked his lips, and as soon as he put his mouth on me and dragged his tongue through my folds, I gripped his air and moaned lustfully, all thoughts of breakfast vanishing.
CHAPTER TEN
Ryan
As hard as it might be to believe, I was glad that the storm had marooned April and I together. I’d been wound so tight before coming up here, and I hadn’t even realized the extent. This time of year already had me on edge to begin with, and being around April always added to that tension. All I ever hoped for was getting through the week without thinking too much about the past and the parents I’d lost so tragically.
April had somehow worked her magic, though, and had given me exactly what I needed. Not only were we having phenomenal sex at regular intervals, but I had finally been able to expel a decade worth of bottled-up feelings and desires. It had been so tiring and frustrating repressing my attraction to April all those years, as well as constantly fighting and bickering with her.
In just one day, that had all disappeared. A weight had been lifted, and I was more relaxed than I could ever remember being in this cabin. And any time that we did start arguing, out of habit, we just funneled that passion into sex instead, and it worked perfectly. It was going to be a shame next year when we could no longer use that strategy because it was ideal.
After our morning frolic on the kitchen table, which we’d thoroughly scrubbed down afterwards, we separated briefly to clean up and change—also, just for some much-needed space. Even though the sexual activities were enjoyable, I’d gone from spending exactly ten minutes directly interacting with April in the past, to almost two days straight in her company. It was definitely an adjustment. We hadn’t mastered the down time yet, either.
Within an hour I was restless, though. I had no idea what the plan for the rest of the day was, but with nothing else to occupy my mind, I was already thinking of some interesting possibilities for later. I had a belt in my bag that would make a decent replacement for handcuffs, and I was pretty sure April would be totally on board with that idea.
As I laid on my bed staring at the ceiling, I started thinking about how she had woken me up this morning. In my still half-asleep brain, I had forgotten about what happened last night, and I’d thought that I was dreaming when I saw April naked on my bed, touching my dick like that. Mid-way through the replay of that tryst, I realized that we hadn’t been in her bed yet. It wasn’t a particularly exciting bed by most standards, but it was new enough to me to be intriguing. I checked my watch and saw that it had been an hour and a half since we had parted ways, and that seemed like more than long enough forspace.
Clothes were nothing but a nuisance at this point, so leaving on my sweatpants but not bothering to throw on a shirt, I strolled into April’s room. I nearly tripped over my own two feet when I found her doing some kind of yoga-style stretch on the floor, wearing only tight capri’s and a sports bra. In less than one second, I went instantly, fully erect.
Now I knew why she was so flexible.Holy shit.That was another image that was going to be indelibly burned into my brain for life.
“Can you give me like ten more minutes?” April panted, as she leaned forward onto her hands and stuck her ass into the air. She had clearly seen or heard me stumble into the room.
“No, I really don’t think that I can.” I answered her, my voice practically a growl.
“Well, too bad,” she said, moving into the next stretch without looking my way.
This was a titillating change, her playing hard to get. She was nothing if unpredictable, and damn if that didn’t turn me on, too.
“April, you opened this can of worms, and we are nowhere near done yet. You can’t possibly think that you can push your ass up toward me so invitingly, dressed like that, and I wouldn’t react.” God, I was itching to touch her.
From that provocative position, she managed to meet my eyes, her expression exasperated. It was reassuring to know that some things would never change between us.
“Not everything I do is for you, Ryan. Justsomethings,” she muttered, laying back onto the floor and pulling one leg straight up near her head.
The movement left her crotch completely exposed to me, the thin light pink pants hiding absolutely nothing. My dick throbbed painfully, and I hissed out a breath and lunged forward.
“Hey!” April shouted as I effortlessly picked her up and tossed her onto her bed. “I wasn’t done with my yoga poses yet!”
“Do I look like I care?” I asked her, as I started working her tight pants down her legs.
I was becoming a pro at stripping her bare, although I could swear that she was intentionally wearing tighter and tighter clothes just for the challenge. I was terrified to try the sports bra that looked like it was painted on.
“Well, you should, you arrogant dick.”
I stopped mid-movement. April was spread out on the mattress, her pants around her knees. I was ninety-nine percent sure that she was on board, since other than bitching—which was normal—she hadn’t done a single thing to deter me.
I ran one hand up her thigh, pausing as I reached the edge of her skimpy bikini underwear. I hooked one finger underneath, brushing a knuckle against that soft, wet flesh while looking straight into her eyes. “April, would you like me to stop so you can finish your . . . whatever that was you were doing?”
