Page 22 of Promised Summer
“Oh, fuck,” I cursed at his first stroke. His hand felt so good around both of us.
Ryan pressed a kiss on the pulse at my nape, then licked a stripe up my neck to nibble on my ear. “We need to hurry. The little one might wake up,” he whispered.
I didn’t need a better excuse to stop holding myself back. Having him fully naked on top of me was already enough to bring me to the edge, but now? With the way our cocks rubbed against each other in his tight grip and his balls bouncing on top of mine with every grind of his hips, I had the willpower of a saint for already lasting this long.
I pulled his head toward mine, crashing our lips together, and a second later, I was shooting into his fist. Ryan moaned, and I could feel another rush of hot liquid joining mine.
When my breathing had calmed and my brain wasworking again, I pressed him in another kiss. I pulled back and realized his bottom lip was now completely swollen. I hadn’t realized I’d sucked that hard.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I said, rubbing his lip.
“I’m not,” he replied and nuzzled my hand. “That was the hottest thing I’ve experienced.”
“Yeah?”
“By far. But the few people I’ve been with, we were always pretty vanilla and always in bed,” he commented, and I frowned.
I was far from a virgin, so I had no right to be jealous. But I most definitely didn’t like hearing about his past exploits, especially when the proof of them was currently sleeping in my guest room.
Ryan chuckled and used his thumb to smooth out my wrinkled brow.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“You and Karla’s mom,” I admitted honestly.
He gave me the mostincredulous eyebrow raise. “Is this really the time to be thinking about me and her?”
“You’re the one who brought her up,” I muttered and gave his nipple an angry nibble. He hissed and tugged back my hair to look at me.
“When did I do that?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.
“You mentioned your past bed partners, so how could I not think about the person who had your daughter?” I grumbled, feeling even more irrationally jealous now.
Karla was the sweetest kid I knew, and it was hard not to fall in love with her. The world was so much brighter with her in it, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t selfishly feel jealous that Ryan had shared a special bond with someone other than me.
Instead of taking this seriously, Ryan laughed louder than he had before, so loud that I wasn’t too afraid to admit that it kinda hurt my feelings.
He sobered when he saw the sad puppy-dog eyes I was sure to be shooting at him, and he rubbed my cheek again.
“Kassy and I were never together,” he said softly.
“So she’s just your baby mama?” I asked dumbly, which had him laughing again. Apparently, I was the clown of the party tonight.
“Technically, that’s not wrong, but the truth probably isn’t what you’re thinking,” he started but paused again.
I gripped his hips. “Can you just spit it out already? You know I hate secrets.”
“Which is why living in Kither Springs is perfect for you. There’s no such thing as secrets here,” he said with a laugh.
“Are you hedging on purpose?” I grumbled.
He smiled mysteriously, then finally told me, “Karla is my goddaughter. We’re not related by blood.”
“But she has your eyes.”
He nodded. “Kassy and I always joked about howwe were long-lost cousins or something. She was my best friend,” he said, and his eyelashes fluttered just a bit.
“Tell me about her?”
