Chapter 41 I was lying in his bed wearing nothing but his t-shirt..

Chapter 41 I was lying in his bed wearing nothing but his t-shirt..
Saraphina

The morning sun was pouring through the big window, way too bright. I had to squeeze my eyes shut against it. I rolled over, still half-asleep, and looked at the wall clock.
9:15.
"Holy shit! Ryan, get up!"
I tried to pull away from his arms, but he dragged me right back down against the sheets.
"No," he groaned, his voice rough with sleep.
"It’s 9:15! We have to get Clement and Louisa to the airport!" The words finally made his eyes snap open.
I tried to sit up, but my whole body ached. I just collapsed back onto the mattress. He laughed against my hair.
"Ugh... I really need a shower," I mumbled, more to myself than to him.
But in one smooth movement, Ryan was out of bed and scooping me up, carrying me straight into the bathroom.
"Ryan, what are you doing?" I yelped.
He set me down inside the huge shower.
"You said you needed a shower," he said, pulling the glass door shut behind us.
"Yeah, by myself. That wasn't an invitation."
"Good. I wasn't waiting for one," he said, that smirk playing on his mouth.
Then he turned the water on. I squealed as the spray hit my face, and I could hear his low, delighted laugh over the sound of it.
We ended up showering together. We took turns soaping each other's backs. He stole a kiss every single chance he got, tugging playfully at my lower lip with his teeth.
Then, all at once, I was pressed against the cool glass. He was right in front of me, his body blocking everything else out. His eyes were dark and wanting, that same naughty smile on his face as he tilted his head.
His hands were on my hips, keeping me there. And his legs were on either side of mine, so I couldn't have moved even if I tried.
"Ryan, what.."
He cut me off, his voice a low promise. "Don't worry. We have time."
Slowly, one of his hands moved down between my legs. I gasped at the touch. He bent his head, his mouth finding my neck, kissing and sucking right on that spot that makes my knees go weak. The steam was making everything hazy. His fingers began to move in slow circles right where I needed him, and I felt my whole body grow tense.
What is wrong with me?
"Ryan..." My voice was hardly there.
"I've got you," he breathed against my skin.
Then I felt it, the slow, deliberate push of one finger inside me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out.
"Still so fucking tight," he gritted out.
His finger began to move, a slow, maddening twist inside me. My hips shifted, wanting him deeper. My body was screaming for more of him, more of everything.
It was like he heard me. A second finger joined the first, and this time a small sound escaped me. His two fingers moved in and out, rubbing against me with every motion. He was going so slow, so careful, it was pure torture.
"Ryan..." It was almost a plea.
"I know," was all he said.
After a while, he began to move faster, the pressure building. I could feel myself getting close, so close. Then he added a third finger and my eyes flew open. I couldn't take it. The feeling was too much, shattering through me.
"Come on, baby," he urged, his teeth clenched.
It was more than I could stand. I fell apart, his name tearing from my lips as I came completely undone around his hand.



Somehow, we made it to the airport right on time. Ryan and I had promised to drive Louisa and Clement. They were heading to Maui for their honeymoon.
"You’re sure you’ll be okay at the house with Ryan?" Louisa asked me, while the guys hauled luggage from the car.
"Yeah, we’ll be fine," I said, trying to sound normal.
Just imagine. Ryan and me, alone in that house for two whole weeks. The thought alone made me smile, and I couldn't have stopped it if I tried.
"Have an amazing honeymoon," Ryan said, walking over to us.
"Look after the place," Clement said, clapping Ryan on the shoulder. "And take good care of your sister," he added.
"Oh, I will," Ryan answered, that wicked grin spreading across his face. I, like an idiot, felt my face burn bright red.
Louisa hugged us both. "See you in two weeks!"
We smiled and waved as they walked toward the gates.
"So, I guess you’re stuck with me, sis," Ryan said, still waving. He leaned closer. "Oh, the things I’m going to do to you." My blush deepened.
"Oh, the horror," I said, rolling my eyes. He gave me a playful shove.



Back at the house, our empty house for the next fourteen days, Ryan did not wait a second. The moment the front door closed, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, heading for the stairs.
"Damn it, Ryan!" I protested, smacking his backside, but honestly? I’d always wanted to do that.
"Did you just grab my ass?" He turned his head slightly. "So that’s how you want to play?"
"Put me down!" I wriggled, but it was useless.
We reached his room. He didn’t even close the door. He tossed me onto his bed and pinned my wrists above my head so I was completely helpless.
Grinning widely, he stood up just long enough to pull his shirt off and throw it aside. When he came back down, his mouth found mine. His hands gathered the hem of my dress, pushing it up past my knees, my stomach, and we broke the kiss just long enough for him to pull it over my head.
Then he stopped. He just looked at me, his gaze intense, drinking me in. While he was distracted, I grabbed a pillow from above my head.
"Hey, Ry," I said.
"What…." He didn’t get to finish. I smacked him right in the face with the pillow. Feathers went everywhere.
"You are so going to pay for that," he laughed, and then he was chasing me. I tried to roll off the bed, but he caught me. We wrestled for a full minute before I finally surrendered, pinned completely beneath him.
"You little devil," he hissed, a playful smile on his lips.
He rolled me onto my side and settled behind me. His mouth was on my neck, his arms wrapped around me. One hand came up to massage my breast, pulling my bra aside. His other hand slipped into my underwear, a single finger tracing slow, lazy circles.
"So wet for me already?" he growled.
Ryan’s hands and mouth were everywhere. My hands were all over him, too—his arms, his thighs, his back, anything I could hold onto. That one finger started to move, sliding in and out, sending waves of sensation through my whole body. My hips began to move with him.
"Ryan..." I managed to moan.
"Not yet, love. Stay right there," he ordered, pulling his finger away. My body shook, empty and wanting.
"Ryan!" I complained.
"Patience," he said simply. He rolled over to his nightstand and got a condom.
I was still on my side, aching for him. He settled behind me again, his arms wrapping around my waist. His fingers found that sensitive spot, pinching and teasing until I was writhing.
"Please..." I begged, squirming.
"Please what?" he murmured.
"Please, don’t tease me!" I snapped, and he laughed.
"Do you want me?" His whisper was hot against my neck. I could feel him, just barely pressing against me.
"God, yes!" My voice broke.
Then he pushed into me, all at once. I wasn't ready. A cry escaped me as my body stretched to take him in. When he was fully inside, he began to move, slow and gentle. Once he felt me relax around him, his movements became harder, more urgent. One hand was still working between my legs, the other tugging and twisting at my breast.
I arched my back, letting him go deeper. A low, rough sound tore from his throat with every thrust. Again. And again. And again. He didn't stop. My mind was starting to come apart.
After what felt like forever, I couldn’t hold back. My climax ripped through me, my body convulsing, my hands gripping his arms. But he didn’t stop. He kept moving, harder than before.
Somehow, within minutes, I felt that incredible pressure building again. How was this possible? Ryan showed no sign of slowing. My hips rose to meet his, and we moved together like we were made for this.
"Saraphina, fuck," he choked out.
With a final, deep growl, he lost control. We fell over the edge together. I felt him pulsing inside me as my own body clenched around him, and everything just… shattered. I was gone.



Later that night, Ryan was in the shower. I was lying in his bed wearing nothing but his t-shirt, staring at the ceiling and trying to make sense of the last day. Just yesterday morning, I was ready to end this. Now here I was, in his bed, wondering when we could do it all again.
I have the moral strength of a melted candy.
Okay, fine. I was happier than I’d ever been. I was on top of the world. I thought nothing could ruin this.
Then my stupid brain had to show up and ask the worst question possible: What happens now?
I’ve always been someone who thinks too much. I worry about things way before I need to. But I couldn’t stop. What kind of future do Ryan and I even have?
And then it settled over me, cold and heavy. We don’t have one. There’s still a clock ticking down on us.
All that joy and warmth vanished, just like that.
I sat on the edge of the bed, digging through my thoughts for an answer. I knew we could never be a real couple. Not unless we wanted to destroy our family. But we couldn’t just walk away from each other, either. We were in too deep.
So what the hell are we supposed to do?
Suddenly, an idea came to me. A smile touched my lips as I got up and took a pen and paper from Ryan’s desk. With a new, solid feeling in my chest, I started to write.