Page 50 of Promised Summer
“I really regret running away,” he said, stroking my cheek. “You told me not to apologize anymore, so I won’t. Instead, I’ll make it up to you by showing you every day that I choose you. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, or decades down the line, I choose to stay by your side. I love you, Jones. I’ve probably loved you since before I even knew what love was. I loved you before I was ready to accept that I could ever feel this much for someone. But I was stupid to turn away from those emotions once. I won’t be stupid and do it again. I. Love. You.”
Each word he emphasized loosened more of my doubts until they seemed silly now.
“I love you,” I choked out, kissing him again. “I’ve loved you for so fucking long, I can’t remember a time when I didn’t love you.”
Ryan’s eyes softened. “I know. Thank you for loving me for all this time. Thank you for being patient with me.”
Did I hate the time we spent apart? Fuck, yes. I was so helpless from his disappearance that I was filled with anger. I probably even hated him for a while.
Now, having him here with me, telling me he loved me and promising to stay by my side, it lessened the painful memories of our decade-long separation.
We found each other again.
“Why did you suddenly get tested?” I asked, getting back on track now that I wasn’t fearful of him leaving me at any second.
He grinned, pearly whites on full display. “You told me you’ve never gone raw with anyone before, and neither have I.”
My pulse kicked up again as I waited for him to continue.
“All my tests came back clear, in case you were wondering,” he said, flipping me onto my back and straddling me again.
“Oh, yeah?” I said, my voice was weak as I watched him. I was already at half-mast from his declaration.
He smirked and hummed in confirmation. “Speaking of…we have the entire cabin to ourselves tonight. Don’t you think it’s the perfect time to try something new?” He finished his words by giving my ass a tight squeeze.
How else was I supposed to reply to that other than by kissing the hell out of him and finally freeing him of his damn towel?
Chapter Nineteen
JONES
Ryan’s towel went flying over the bed and his hard cock was finally pressed against mine with no barriers between us—just the way I wanted it.
“The results are in my pants’ pocket. Let me go get them,” he said, attempting to get off me. I pulled him back to my side.
“I don’t need to see them. I trust you,” I told him.
He melted into my arms again. We kissed, sharing lips and tongues until I was leaking a puddle onto my stomach.
I fisted our erections, and Ryan moaned into my mouth. He pulled away, eyes blazing blue and so fucking dazzling. He was so beautiful.
I hadn’t been lying when I told him I’d always thought so. Maybe not our very first meeting with him sobbing until he was red in the face, but after that? He’d become the sun of my summers.
“Wait, slow down,” Ryan huffed and put a pause on my hand movement. “We should talk about some things first.”
“What’s there to talk about?”
I kissed down his neck and really tried my best not to leave any marks on his delicate skin, because Karla would definitely notice.
The noise he made from the teasing of my lips was telling me to do the opposite of slower. I pressed soft kisses across his sexy collarbone, then licked a circle around his nipple, before sucking it between my teeth.
“Hold on, that’s not supposed to feel?—”
The rest of his words were cut off by a loud moan when I teased his other neglected bud.
“Fuck, Jones, you’re killing me here,” he breathed.
I smiled with his nipple still between my teeth and sucked harder when I felt a spurt of his precum dribble down my hard length.
