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Gripping her ass, he lifted her, pinning her against the wall of the boathouse. In the next breath, he plunged inside her. As her silky, wet heat surrounded him, he forced himself to think of something non-sexual - anything to keep his control in check. He didn’t move as he tried to concentrate on not filling her with his seed.
Her muscles tightened around him. No woman had ever fit him so perfectly.
He bit back a moan. “What are you doing?”
She tightened again. “Kegels.” She bit his neck and lifted herself, sliding almost off him before dropping back down. “I’m going to need you to move.”
Turning, he dropped to a bench against the wall. “Ride me,” he demanded.
This way, she could go at her pace, use his body until she came, then ring his dick dry. Yanking her dress down to her waist, he took her breasts in his hands and devoured them: licking and sucking her nipples, biting at the hard peaks.
Moaning, she moved, sliding her wet tunnel down his dick over and over, up and down. He lifted his hips, pumping into her, shifting her forward, so her clit pressed against his pelvis.
“Oh God. Ryan.” Her hips shuddered and her breath faltered, but she didn’t stop.
She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in even through his dress shirt. Releasing her breasts, he held her hips steady as he fucked her from beneath. When she came, tightening like a fist around him, she screamed. His name echoed off the boathouse walls and possibly across the lake.
Pulling out of her, he stood and bent her over the bench. He took her by the hips and plunged into her from behind. She cried out but accepted his thrusts. Bracing herself, she pushed her ass back as he surged forward, their bodies meeting again and again. As his orgasm built, his balls tightened, aching for release. Slamming into her again, he thought idly of pulling out, but then she pushed back against him, squeezing him, milking him. He erupted inside her.
* * *
Two months later
Swallowing her nerves, Cassie stared at the door to room 1203. Her stomach twisted in knots the way it always had when waiting on Christmas morning as a child. What was she thinking coming all the way to Costa Rica? She should’ve stayed home and called Ryan. She could’ve told him she needed to see him. Then, if he’d wanted her to visit, he could’ve told her to come. Or he could’ve come home. But just showing up in a foreign country unannounced? That was borderline psychotic.
Although this was extreme, everything in her life had felt chaotic the past few months. Ending her engagement to Levi, sleeping with Ryan, quitting her job of two years for one in New York - all those events had been life-altering and out of character. But nothing beat sitting in the airport bathroom yesterday staring at a positive pregnancy test. Those weeks of hoping her missed period was due to stress – futile. Still, this – changing her New York flight for Costa Rica so she could tell Ryan in person he was going to be a father – might be the craziest thing she’d done so far.
What if he wasn’t here? What if this was someone else’s room? What if he didn’t want to know about his child growing inside her?
You have to tell him.The same words had driven her to this drastic state. Ryan deserved to know, and she couldn’t tell him over the phone. Besides, she wanted to see him when she told him. Although they’d only intended for their hookup to be one night, a life with Ryan and their child filled her with hope and happiness. What she and Ryan had shared that night hadn’t just been physical, not for her anyway. Maybe he’d felt the connection between them too.
Taking a deep breath, Cassie knocked on the hotel room door. When no one answered, she knocked again. This didn’t look promising. Assuming she had the wrong room or Ryan wasn’t in, she turned to make her way to the lobby. Maybe she could call him and . . .
The door opened behind her. She spun around, her heart pounding at the prospect of seeing Ryan. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized how much she’d wanted to see him again. How much she wanted a chance to make a real relationship with him.
Only he wasn’t in the doorway. Instead, a tall, thin woman with blonde hair curling over her shoulder stood wrapped in a towel that barely covered her ass. The smile melted from the other woman’s face as she took in Cassie standing in the hallway in the clothes that had been meant for a meeting in New York rather than a confession in Costa Rica.
“Can I help you?” the woman asked.
Cassie swallowed. Maybe she had the wrong room. Just because the clerk thought Ryan was staying in this room didn’t mean he was. The magazine had probably blocked off a whole floor. Maybe this woman could point her in the right direction.
“Yes…” Cassie paused and cleared her throat. “I’m looking for Ryan McLeod. Do you know where I can find him?”
The woman gave a little chuckle and didn’t bother hiding her assessment of Cassie as her gaze scraped down and then back up her body. Cassie stood, enduring the scrutiny.
“Allie,” another woman yelled from inside the hotel room. “What are you doing? Get back in here.”
With a smirk on her perfect face, Allie turned, letting the door fall open. Inside the room a woman lounged on a couch drinking from a champagne flute. Across from her Ryan stood by another couch buried inside a stick-thin blonde bent over in front of him.
Bile boiled in Cassie’s already unsettled stomach and lurched up her throat. Tears stung her eyes. Why hadn’t she thought of this? Ryan was in freaking paradise surrounded by supermodels. Of course, he was having a fucking orgy.
Allie laughed. “You want me to get him for you?”
Those words, asked so smugly, stopped Cassie’s tears. If this was the life Ryan wanted – sleeping with bitchy supermodels and never having a meaningful relationship, so be it. Two months ago, she’d thought she had her entire life planned out, but Levi had shot that to hell. She’d gotten over him and the former dream of what her life would be. She’d get over Ryan McLeod too.
“Don’t bother,” she told the other woman. “I got all I needed from him.”
And she wouldn’t ask him for anything. She’d raise this child,herchild, and Ryan could live the life he’d always wanted. She managed to convince herself of that all the way down the hall and into the elevator. Even as she stepped into the lobby, she thought she might still believe it. But when two older women got out of a cab and asked if she was okay, her walls crumbled.
