Page 36 of Promised Summer
“Are you not?” he asked, eyes wide with obvious surprise at the question.
I couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing. I laughed so hard I could barely keep my upper body straight, falling into Ryan’s arms with my forehead rested on his shoulder.
He caught me. His hand frantically stroking my back again as he murmured, “It’s okay if you are. I’ll do my best to meet your needs.”
God, I fucking loved this man.
I laughed and kissed him hard. I pushed him down until his back was flat on the bed, and I was on top again.
“I’m not a masochist. Pain is definitelynotmy thing,” I said when I pulled back from the kiss.
“You’re not?” Ryan asked, looking a little dazed and a whole lot kiss drunk. He seemed to have snapped out of it when I shook my head. “Does that mean you’re not a bottom either? Sorry, I just assumed that since you were a masochist, then you liked receiving…which thinking about it now, I guess is pretty stupid. You could be a masochist and want to top…I’m not saying that youarea masochist, but I mean all the other ones out there.” He waved in the air like these hypothetical masochists would suddenly appear.
The last of my willpower broke, and the laughter started again. I laughed so hard I rolled to my side.
“Shh, you’re going to wake up the girls!” he hissed. I tried to quiet down, but seeing Ryan all shocked but also panicked like that made the tickle in my chest even worse.
Next thing I knew, a “Daddy?” so soft I barely heard it through the closed door had me shutting up. Ryan jumped from the bed faster than I could catch my breath.
“I’m here, baby!” he called as he grabbed clothes from the floor—myclothes that’d been tossed aside earlier.
Fuck, he looked good in my pants. His trim waist had them hanging loose on his hips, which had me wanting nothing more than to drag him back to bed and worship him while he wore my PJ pants. I held back, knowing that Karla was so much more important than my lust-filled needs.
“This conversation isn’t over!” I called to Ryan’s retreating back. He waved a hand in reply, not even looking back as he went to find his little girl.
I flopped onto the bed, wondering if I was going to have to sleep alone tonight. I was really starting to hate how large my bed was. A few minutes later, Ryan poked his head into the room again.
I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him. “She okay?”
“Yeah, woke up ’cause she was thirsty. She’s asking if we can sleep together tonight.”
I nodded, fully aware she was gonna want her daddy tonight. “Come give me a goodnight kiss before you go?”
Ryan crossed his arms with a twitch of his lips. “C’mon, our girl’s waiting for us.”
It took me a minute to process his words, but when I did, I shot up and hopped off the bed. Ryan’s eyes roamed down and lingered on my soft dick swaying between my legs. “No time for that! Our baby girl’s waiting!” I exclaimed and ruffled through my drawers for some clothes to make myself decent.
I’d never been happier to be cockblocked before.
Chapter Fourteen
RYAN
Karla was deep asleep when I woke. I pushed her messy black hair out of her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Lily had taken Jones’ spot on the other side of Karla. I laughed at seeing her sleep on her back like a human, with her black nose snuggling against Karla’s neck.
I tucked the girls in, then got up to find my missing man. It was scary how comfortable I was at Jones’ cabin, though a huge reason for that was probably the man who’d welcomed us with open arms.
With the cabin having an open-floor plan, I could see from a glance that Jones wasn’t in the kitchen or living room. I padded into his room and found it empty.
The shower was on in the en-suite bathroom, and I found myself smiling as I opened the connecting door just a crack.
Jones’ beautiful form came into view. He lookeddelectable, with water droplets sliding down his dark skin, eyes closed and head tilted back as he stroked himself. He was so focused that he didn’t even notice me slipping inside and closing the door behind me.
Jones pumped his erection, his thumb gliding over his mushroom top the way I learned he liked. His eyelashes fluttered and my name fell from his lips.
“Yes, Jones?” I answered, which had him popping his eyes open and jolting at the sight of me.
“Fuck,” he muttered, hand to his heart, but he seemed to calm down when he realized it was me. “I need to get in the habit of locking doors.”
