Page 165 of The Right Move

“I can’t.”

My body is wrecked and overwhelmed, and even after two exploding orgasms, it betrays my words, ready for a third.

“Give me one more, and I’ll come with you this time.”

He kisses me, tongue sweeping in as his cock thrusts in and out, filling me and ruining me at the same time.

I fucking love this man and I love watching him unravel because of me.

“Will you make me come, Ryan?” I whisper against his lips.

His hands clench around mine, fingers locking before he rolls his body, his pelvis bone hitting my clit with a rhythmic tempo.

I’m coming again, and as soon as I do, his entire body is shaking, muscles tensing, stomach contracting. Burying his head in the crook of my neck, he releases, holding me through his orgasm while repeating breathless reminders of how much he loves me.

We’re both sweaty messes and entirely lost in our own world where it’s only him and me existing. Happy, unbothered, and completely in love with each other.

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INDY

Indy

Daily update—your brother almost split me in half last night when I got home from the airport. Holy hell, that man.

Stevie

Indy, put me out of my misery. I thought these would end now that you’re together.

No, babe. Not a chance.

And here I was planning to ask you to be in my wedding when I see you tonight.

WAIT!! Please ask me! I’ll be the best bridesmaid ever. I’ll throw you the most epic bachelorette party, and I’ll even hold your dress while you pee. Please!

You drive a hard bargain.

Do I get to walk with your brother?

Depends. Will you promise not to jump his bones halfway down the aisle?

No guarantees.

Wait. I’m seeing you tonight?

Is Ryan home?

Not yet…

It’s been a few weeks since Maggie’s wedding, and Ryan’s and my life hasn’t changed too much from how it was before.

Only now, we openly tell each other how we feel, nothing is pretend, and we share his bed every night. My room has turned into one giant walk-in closet which works out real well for my extensive wardrobe.

We continue to have breakfast each morning that we’re home together, but now, more often than not, we’re nearly naked and I’m sitting in his lap while we eat.

And if all four of us are in town, we have dinner almost every night with Zanders and Stevie either at their place or at ours. It’s the closest thing we have to dates outside of the apartment.

Determined to knock off his bucket list, which may as well be void seeing as he gives my fictional boyfriends a run for their money as is, Ryan had planned a dinner date for us. One in public. We were quickly bombarded with fans and media, and the stress it caused him to instantly be “on” took away a lot of the joy from our night.

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