Page 111 of Easy Reunion
Fine. I can more than handle this.
“He kinda asked.” I shrug as Roberta gapes at me.
“Kinda? Did I raise you in a barn?” She turns to glare at her son.
“I asked,” Ry says defensively. “The morning I left.” Then his brow lowers to a V. “At least I’m pretty sure I did.”
I quote, “‘But I need to know you’re here, in my life, my home, my heart, when I get back.’ It sounded like he wanted me to move in, so I took a gamble. I guess I got it right.” I shrug.
There’s a pregnant pause around the table before all of us begin to laugh. “I’ve learned an incredible lesson being in love with a writer, Dad,” Ry addresses his father.
“What’s that, son?”
“Never argue over words. She’s always going to win.” Winking at me, he picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “You’re right. I bungled it, but you knew what was in my heart. Does this mean I still get to pick on Cade?”
Even though I’m melting over his own words, I have to look out for Lisa. “No,” I say primly.
To which everyone laughs again. I’m overjoyed at my reception. We spend the rest of the night talking about Ry and Lisa as kids while I’m tucked against Ry’s side. Soon, the clock strikes midnight, and Pierre holds out a hand for his sleepy wife. “Good night Ry, Kelsey. We’ll see you both in the morning.”
They disappear down a hallway and into a door. I tilt my head in question. “Is the master suite on the first floor?”
Ry stands and tugs me to my feet. “Elevator to the upper levels. Their suite is on the third floor. They had it put in a few years ago.”
An elevator in a house. Even as the wonder of it sets in, and before I can ask to ride in it tomorrow, Ry’s tugging me up the stairs to the second level. “My suite is up here.” Wandering hand in hand down the carpeted hallway, we don’t make a sound until we reach a dark-paneled door. Swinging it inward, I spy my suitcases when Ry says, “Your things were brought up earlier.”
Whirling around, I ask, “Is it right that we…”
The slamming of the door behind him as he pulls the shirt off over his head is answer enough. “I guess so,” I murmur as I hold up my hands only to find his warm flesh beneath it.
“What are you feeling?” Ry asks as he smooths his hands over my back.
“The happiest I’ve been in so long, I feel like I’m going to burst. All I can feel is you, and I’m so much in love with you, my heart forgot for just a moment what that kind of breathlessness was like,” I admit.
He moves his hands from my back to cup my face. “Good.” Lowering his head, he sips from my lips briefly before he pulls back. “I want to make love to you, but…”
I tip my head. “But?”
“But more than that, I want to talk where I can hold you against my heart.” Tugging me across the room, he drops into a chair where he pulls me into his lap and begins to tell me everything he’s already said over the phone. Only now, I can feel his pain. I can wipe away the tears. I can soothe his hurt. This is more intimate than the physical connection of our bodies because the trust that’s built by something like this is what will carry us through life as passion fades.
Eventually though, our needs change. His fingers are speared through my hair, holding my head against his heart. In the distance, I can hear the grandfather clock ring out two chimes, but we’re too wired to sleep. It’s then he drags my face up and his lips land on mine with a hunger born of our need for each other after being so long apart.
The rest of our clothes are shed quickly in between kisses and nips of each other’s skin. Hard, heated kisses intermingle with slow-burning ones as we relearn each other’s bodies with fingers that have a direct connection to our soul.
When Ry slides into me, it’s equal parts hunger and branding. There’s a thickness to the air when Ry pants out, “I love you, Kelsey. Forever,” as he begins working his cock inside of me.
I toss my head back as I grip his shoulders. “I love you, Rierson.” After he’s fully seated, I move my hands to clasp his face. My hips involuntarily rock, ripping a groan out of him. “Always, Ry. I’ve loved you and will love you always.” Then I begin to move.
Soon, we’re both lost to the sensations of his cock throbbing inside of me as it releases. It’s an indescribable pleasure and pain and chaos that echoes our relationship.
And long after we’ve cleaned up and I’m snuggled against Ry, a trickle of knowledge dances up my spine. After I writeCourage, there’s only one name for the title of Pilar’s last book.
Reunion.
