Page 33 of Finding Home with You

But I also know, if this is going to work, I can’t keep it from Ryan anymore.

I slip out of his arms and grab the envelope from the kitchen drawer, handing it to him without an explanation. I know this envelope is going to bring forth a lot of questions, more than I’m willing to answer, but it’s a risk I need to take to keep Ryan here with me.

I watch his eyes flick from the name on the front to my face and back again and then he slides the single sheet of paper from the envelope.

He quickly glances at it and sharply says, “You’re not going.” It’s not a question but more of demand.

“Yes, I am,” I shoot back. “I can’t keep running from this, and what the fuck do you think is going to happen if I don’t go?” I ask, but I can hear the pitch in my voice rise and once again we’re back to where we started. “You know exactly what’s going to happen, Ryan. You’re a cop for fuck’s sake. I could go to jail. Is that what you want?”

“Of course not, Erin, but I don’t want you involved in any of this. These are terrible people, and I know what they’re capable of.”

“You know what they’re capable of?” I question back harshly, as I blow out on a long exhale. “These people are my family. I know exactly what they are capable of and that’s why I’m going. I need this to end.”

“I’m going to take care of this,” Ryan responds completely ignoring me as he reaches into his pocket for his phone. Like he’s going to make some miraculous phone call and end everything.

“The hell you are!” I scream, my foot stamping hard on the ground. “Stay the fuck out of it, Ryan.”

I don’t want him throwing around his police muscle and making things worse. I’m still under the impression that I’ll be able to head to court, do what needs to be done, and disappear back to Rockport like it never even happened. Ryan getting involved will put my name out there, and put a target on him and I both.

Once again ignoring me, he begins to hit the call button on his phone and I all but slap the phone out of his hand. I grab for his wrist and he stops, his face impassive as he looks at me.

“This is why I didn’t tell you. I knew you’d go all protective detective and blow the whole thing out of proportion.” I drop my hand from his wrist and he returns his phone to his pocket, but there’s no way he’s over it that quickly.

“Out of proportion?” he mocks. “Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t want you involved in this and I’m going to make sure that happens regardless.”

“No!” I shout, ready to throw a fit and have it out with him, but I’m silenced once again with Ryan’s mouth crashing into mine. His lips bruising mine with their force as he pushes me against the cabinets.

“Don’t you fucking get it, Red?” he growls in my ear. “It’s fucking killing me to know that you won’t let me protect you.” He sucks hard at my neck making me gasp out loud and I can feel my heart begin to race.

“Ryan,” I say, but it comes out breathless and needy. “This isn’t going to fix anything,” I mutter knowing both of us are beyond the point of distraction.

“Fuck, I know that, Red, but I need to be close to you, I need to be inside you again.”

His legs are spread wide and his hard cock is pressing into my hip when he takes my face in his hands. “You see what you do to me?” he demands, thrusting his impressive cock directly against me again. “My dick is so fucking hard right now that even jerking off won’t do me any good. I. Want. You.” Each word comes out uneven and hoarse making me ache with need.

“Ryan,” I moan, knowing that I should be doing the exact opposite. How is it possible that I can go from arguing with him to wanting him to fuck me in a matter of seconds? There’s something wrong with me.

“Erin,” he barks and it almost makes me smile. As much as I thought I didn’t want this, it’s exactly what I need. “Take off your clothes and bend over the counter, I wanna see that perfect ass.”

I don’t need to be told a second time. I strip quickly as Ryan pulls out his dick and begins stroking it. His eyes never leave my body as I take him in, his hand moving slowly up and down his long, hard shaft.

As I shimmy out of my underwear, Ryan’s spinning me around and pulling my hips back so I’m bent at the waist.

“This is going to be hard and fast, Red and then we really need to fucking talk,” he hisses in my ear and then bites down on my shoulder.

“Just fuck me, Ryan,” I answer back, because right now we both need a distraction from reality.

Ryan’s thick, hard cock nudges at my pussy and he uses his knee to spread my legs wider and that’s when he slams into me. His cock filling me and making me call out his name.

He thrusts in and out of me over and over, unrelenting and rough, but it’s what we both need.

Oh god, Ryan,” I moan, looking back over my shoulder and he bites down on his lower lip. My pussy clenches around him as I come undone, and his hips speed up their tempo sending Ryan into an orgasm as he unloads himself inside me.

Before either of us can speak, Ryan picks me up and walks us out of the kitchen, down the hall and into the bathroom, where he starts the shower.

“Get in,” he says gesturing to the shower. “We’ll talk in here; that way neither one of us can walk away.”

And as ridiculous as it seems, he’s right.

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