Page 76 of Deserving Ryleigh
Tiny grabbed hold of her hand and tore it from his mouth. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it. I can’t handle you saying it then taking it back.”
“No take-backs,” she whispered.
“Damn, now I want you again,” he said with a pout.
Ryleigh giggled.
Tiny loved the sound.Lovedit. She hadn’t had nearlyenough opportunities to laugh, to be carefree in the time she’d been here. He made a mental vow to change that.
“You didn’t let me finish giving you a blow job,” she told him in a mock annoyed tone.
“Sorry, but the second you touch me, I lose all control.”
“Whatever,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“Come on, shuffle your beautiful ass over to the sink so I can clean us up.”
That made her giggle again, but she let Tiny hold on to her as they both made their way to the sink. It was Tiny’s turn to kneel at Ryleigh’s feet as he ran a wet paper towel up her inner thighs, wiping his come that had leaked out of her. He’d never done this for any woman before—hadn’t needed to, since he’d always worn condoms—but he found it unbearably intimate and extremely erotic, seeing their combined juices on her skin.
He also loved the slight blush on her cheeks as he cared for her. It was just one more reason why he swore to always make sure this woman knew how precious she was to him.
They managed to get their clothes back on and finish preparing lunch. Sitting at the table he’d just fucked her on was difficult, just made him want to repeat the process immediately, but he promised himself he’d do so as soon as feasibly possible. The juxtaposition of taking her from behind, bent over the table, with the similar image in his head of her hunched over her laptop was a kinky turn-on for him. She was a nerd…but she washisnerd. His sexy-as-hell nerd.
“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” she asked when they were almost finished eating.
“I was just wondering if I got you a pair of black librarian glasses, if you’d wear them while I fucked you on this table.”
His love for her grew when, instead of calling him weird or a pervert, she simply rolled her eyes and chuckled.
“Is that a yes?” he pushed, suddenly desperate to make the fantasy in his head come true.
She shrugged. “Sure.”
Tiny had to adjust his cock in his suddenly too-tight jeans.
“You’re so weird,” she told him, reading his mind, but since she was smiling when she said it, Tiny didn’t take offense. Then again, he didn’t think he could be offended by anything she said.
“Yup,” he agreed. Then he sobered. “Did you mean it? You weren’t just saying it because I did?” Where this uncertainty was coming from, he had no idea.
“Didyou?” she countered, looking uneasy.
Andthatwas unacceptable. “I’ve never meant anything more in my entire life. I love you, Ryleigh. Always will.”
“I love you too.”
Hearing the words for the second time soothed something deep inside him that Tiny didn’t realize needed soothing.
They smiled at each other. There was nothing he wanted more than to take her into their bedroom and make long, slow love to her, not like the quickie they’d just had on the table.
As if she could read his mind, she said, “We should go talk to your friends.”
“Yeah,” he agreed with a sigh.
They cleaned the kitchen and headed up to the lodge twenty minutes later. Tiny immediately saw Wolf and his wife and headed toward them.
Wolf was taller than Tiny by a few inches, and older by about a decade or so. He had gray hair at his temples, and even though he was big and muscular, anyone looking at him might think he was nothing but a middle-aged accountant or something, but Tiny knew better. The man might be retired from the Navy, but he was still a SEAL through and through.
As if he could feel Tiny looking at him, Wolf turned, and a grin formed on his face. He leaned down and said something to the woman standing next to him, and she turned in their direction as well. Then Wolf was striding toward him.
