Page 69 of Finding Home with You

I’m called back and I leave, quickly kissing Ryan and telling him to wish me luck. He says nothing, only giving me a worried look and for a second, I wonder if I’m doing the right thing.

This time around my father is already in the room when I enter. He’s sitting at the table with his hands folded and resting on the tabletop. He’s wearing the same prison uniform as last time, but he looks better than the last time I saw him. His hair is newly cut and dyed, and he is freshly shaven, and I wonder if he’s been to court recently, but I don’t dare ask. It would give the perception that I’m interested in his life.

“Erin,” he says as I sit down, but it’s anything but friendly. While he may look different, his demeanor and attitude have not changed. “What do you want?”

“You need to call off Anthony,” I respond cutting to chase. No reason for pleasantries.

He lets out a long exhale and annoyingly says, “I told you before. I’m out. I’ve got nothing to do with Anthony.” He cocks an eyebrow at me, and it pisses me off. It’s like he’s just waiting for me to start yelling at him for being a liar. Like he wants me to challenge him.

“You’re full of shit. He showed up at my house yesterday. He threatened me. He threatened my boyfriend,” I say, my voice rising to a near yell. “Don’t fucking sit there and act like you have no idea what I’m talking about!” I shove back from the table, the chair scraping loudly in the quiet cement-walled room. “He tried to kill me, Dad!” I yell, this time tears prick the corners of my eyes.

“What?” he says, his head whipping up to look at me.

I hold up my arm, flashing him my cast along with a look of complete hatred. My teeth are clenched as I hiss, “He cut the brake line on Ryan’s car and I was driving it. I could’ve been killed. My baby could’ve been killed. I’m fucking pregnant!”

He’s silent, but his eyes are focused on mine. I watch him swallow hard, but he still doesn’t say anything.

“If you had anything to do with this, so help me god, I will make sure you never see the light of day again,” I threaten when he fails to speak after several seconds. “Don’t forget you involved me in this shit, and now I have to testify at your trial.”

“Listen Erin, first thing, I had nothing to do with this. Second, don’t you dare threaten me; I’m your father…”

I cut him off fast, “Then fucking act like it!” I scream, my anger radiating from me, as my body grows hot and my finger points directly at my father. “Make this stop!” I feel the tears fall down my cheeks hot and wet, and swipe at them.

The room falls silent once again, and that’s where the conversation ends. I buzz for the guard, and leave my father sitting at the table. Neither one of us speaks, and all I can hope is that his silence means he’s finally heard me.

When we finally pull into my driveway, I’m exhausted emotionally and physically, but grateful to be home. Before entering the house, Ryan does a sweep of the inside and the outside, and while I think he’s overreacting, it does make me feel safer.

I flop down on the couch and flip on the TV just as Ryan walks back into the room with a bottle of water for me and a beer for himself. He slides in next to me and places a kiss on my temple.

“I gotta get back to Boston tomorrow morning, but I’m gonna stay tonight,” he says. “I’ve got a guy who’s gonna come when I leave. Keep watch on your house.” He says this all sort of mindlessly, like he’s planned it out and there’s no arguing with him about it.

“You don’t need to send someone out. “I’ll just call Finn,” I tell him just as casually, but his response back is anything but casual.

“The hell you will. Look what happened when Finn was supposedly watching out for you.” I can hear the anger in his voice now and I’m taken aback by it. None of this is Finn’s fault yet Ryan seems to want to blame him.

“You can’t blame this on Finn. If you want to be mad at someone be mad at Anthony or my dad or hell, even me, but not Finn. He has nothing to do with this,” I say, now standing in front of Ryan, my hands on my hips.

“Fuck Finn. He should’ve been here!” Ryan shouts, his hands now gripping my hips. “My need to protect you is overwhelming and now the baby…” he stops short and runs his hand through his hair, and with his other hand still on my hip, he pulls me closer.

Lifting my shirt, he kisses the center of my stomach gently, but his fingers tighten their grip, slipping into the waistband of my jeans.

Pulling me down so I’m straddling his hips, he begins to suck at my neck, biting and kissing as he moves. Every time his lips touch my skin a shudder runs through my body, and I grow needy for his touch.

Pushing my shirt up until my bra is exposed, he pulls the cups down, and groans in appreciation when my breasts are bared to him. Taking my nipple in his warm mouth, I cry out as his teeth graze my sensitive flesh.

“Fuck, your body is so responsive now,” he says, his voice gruff and sexy. “It turns me on so fucking bad.”

“Me too,” I moan out as he sucks harder on my nipple making my hips move and my legs clench. I reach down and slide my hand into the front of his pants, finding his hard, thick cock ready. I pull my hand from his pants, waiting for Ryan to make the next move as I lie down on the couch.

He immediately removes my pants and pulls my body so I’m now closer to him, my legs spread wide as he hooks his thumbs in my panties and slides them down my legs.

Settling himself in between my legs, he runs his finger through my wetness and stops to circle my clit.

“Fuck, Red,” he says, his voice a growl. “You’re so fucking wet and your clit is already so swollen.” The tip of his tongue flicks against it and I moan loudly, feeling like I could come with just a few more touches. “How about I see how many times I can make you come and then I bend you over this couch and take you from behind?” he asks, winking at me. “Nice and gentle…”

“No, not gentle,” I beg, my voice greedy as I tangle my hands in his hair, but Ryan wags a finger at me as if to say I need to take it easy. And then I watch as Ryan buries his face in my pussy.

Chapter Twenty-Five

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