Page 49 of Broken Butterfly
“Ready to come back downstairs?”
“I guess so,” I reply, but feel unsure.
“I’m starving,” Fallon announces. “Going to go raid your fridge.” He pats Ryder on the shoulder as he squeezes past.
Ryder closes and locks the door behind him, his gorgeous lips curling in a naughty curve.
“What are you up to?”
“You look fine as hell splayed across my bed. You don’t know many nights I laid awake as a teenager thinking of you like this,” he says as he stalks forward. And just like that, I am soaking wet for him.
“Ryder, your family is waiting for us downstairs,” I half-heartedly argue as my legs fall open to accommodate his muscular width, my body addicted to him and so needy for his touch. He bends over me, dark hair tousled on top, a black long-sleeved Henley stretched tight across his chest and ripped jeans that ride low on his waist. So incredibly sexy.
“They can wait a little longer.”
Gripping my wool leggings, Ryder pulls them down, sliding me down the bed at the same time. His mouth is on me before I can blink, his tongue on my clit skyrocketing me into a quick haze of shuddering tingles. Ryder’s mouth should be considered one of the seven wonders of the world. My man definitely is a master at oral. I let go and succumb to the pleasure he’s giving me with nips of his teeth and glides of his silky tongue. Gripping his head with both of my hands and my thighs, I purse my lips tight to hold in the moan that wants to escape, but I can’t prevent the loud gasp from making its way in.
He furls his lips and pulls hard on my tight bundle of nerves as he slips two fingers inside my wetness and plunges them deep. My hips violently arch up off the bed and the vibrations of Ryder’s murmur of approval add gasoline to my impending orgasm. One more thrust and flick of his fingers is all it takes, and I come hard, grabbing his pillow to smother the sound of my long vocal release. If his objective was to get me to relax, he can pat himself on the back for a job well done. My muscles are nothing but jelly at this point. Ryder crawls up my body and I meet his mouth hungrily, tasting myself on his lips.
“You know, that’s not really fair because you’re not going to let me return the favor.”
Ryder shoves his callused fingers under my sweater to fondle my breasts, playing with my hardened nipples until I’m panting.
“With everyone else and Fallon in the house, I foresee us having to get very inventive with finding places to be together.”
I scratch my nails along the sides of his head and through his soft, dark hair, tilting his head up to expose his neck. I take advantage and lick up the masculine column, then bite gently down on his chin. “We’re two educated people in college. I’m sure we can figure things out. There’s always your dad’s garage,” I suggest. That’s where Ryder and I kissed that first time.
“Smart girl.” Through my sweater, he administers a love bite above my breast and then lifts himself off me. “Let’s get downstairs before the fam decides they can’t wait any longer.”
I tug my leggings back on and smooth my hair down. Before I unlock the door, I spin around and shove my hand down Ryder’s jeans, finding him hot and hard for me. “One more thing before we go downstairs,” I say and seductively go down on my knees in front of him, pulling his zipper along the way.
“Hell yes,” he moans and lets me have my way with him.
Fal, Dad, and I are sitting outside around the fire pit while Elizabeth, Mom, and my sisters are inside the house talking. I’m completely antsy which makes my right leg jiggle up and down. I want to be with my girl right now. She, Mom, Brea, and Jamie have been inside way too long for my liking. After I had Fallon take Elizabeth upstairs, I chewed everyone out for making her uncomfortable. I felt guilty as hell when Mom started crying. Then she kept insisting she call Freda, Jay and Jules’ mom, and I had to put a stop to that idea real fucking fast. The guys don’t know we’re here yet, and I don’t want to spend my first day back home in a fistfight with my two best friends.
“So, Fallon, how have you been?” my dad asks him. Fallon may look relaxed and laid back in his chair, but I notice how his eyes keep sliding to the back door of the house.
“Doing good, Mr. Cutton,” he replies, again with the eye slide. My leg bounces faster.
“Are you boys going to make me pull teeth or are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?”
Dad—always straight to the point. “What do you want to know?” I offer, knowing any question he throws at us will have to be navigated like a minefield.
“Is Elizabeth okay?”
That’s an easy one. “Yeah, Dad. She’s good. Her memory came back.”
“I heard about that. But I mean, is sheokay? How is she handling things? Does she remember everything?”
He’s asking about that night. I can’t go there with him right now. I promised Elizabeth. Fallon and I both look over at the house. If she’s not out here in five more minutes, I’m going in after her. She doesn’t need Mom, Brea, or Jamie pestering her with questions like Dad is doing now with me and Fallon.
Fallon steps in. “She’s better now. Not so much before. She’s been with me the past several weeks.” Fallon leaves out the part where I joined them in Barcelona.
“What did Jayson have to say about that?”
“What the hell does that mean?” I snap.
My dad narrows his eyes at me trying to figure things out. “Jayson told Freda and Mitch that he and Lizzie were back together, but something came up and she wouldn’t be coming for Thanksgiving.”
