Page 31 of Filthy Secret

He shakes his head, taking a step closer to me. I flick my gaze from Adam to him, and he turns to look back at Adam, then shifts his attention back to meet mine, his lips curving up into a grin. He’s already eaten the cookie and lifts his empty hand, cupping the back of my head.

“No, Ryan. I’m really not,” he murmurs. “I expect you to repay me,” he whispers.

“I can,” I state.

He shifts his face forward, sliding his nose alongside mine, then touches my lips with his. “You will, legs.”

I’m pretty sure I know exactly what he’s referring to, and I can’t stop the thrill of desire that slides up and down my spine at the thought of him touching me. It’s been exhilarating having his mouth on mine, his hands touching my skin, but I want more.

It’s been six years, but I will never forget how this man feels inside of me. I have been dreaming about it, fantasizing about it for years. And now that it’s here, I’m afraid I’ve fucked it all up with my secrets. Because I know this man. If he loses trust in me, he will probably freeze me out.

Completely.

CHAPTER

TWELVE

ATOMIC

I shouldn’t be surprised that Shawn made sure we had beds, clean sheets, and towels. She really did a hell of a lot. Adam is easy to put into bed, especially since his new bed isn’t a car but a double-sized bed with a wooden headboard and footboard, but the most important part is that it has Paw Patrol sheets.

But our bed, it has linen sheets, and I thought I would hate them, but they feel fucking amazing. I’ve showered and am lying in bed watching the television I asked King to ensure was not only purchased but also set up upon my arrival.

Thankfully, my brothers took care of me in that aspect, the way they took care of Ryan with shit for the kitchen. I take a deep breath as I hear the shower turn off, signaling that Ryan is naked and wet.

My cock twitches at the thought of her sliding between these linen sheets, clean, sexy, and ready to be fucked. Because I plan on fucking her tonight. I don’t know if it will be very satisfying for her because I feel like I’m going to nut just thinking about her, let alone actually being inside of her sweet body.

A few moments later, the bathroom door opens, and I watch as she walks toward me, wearing nothing but a pair of short shorts and a tank. Her tits sway beneath the thin top with each step she takes.

When she crawls into bed beside me, I flick the television off before I turn to face her. Ryan lies on her pillow, staring at the ceiling, her eyes searching for something, though I’m not sure what. Then she turns her head, and those eyes find mine.

She seems like she wants to tell me something, but I’m past talking. We’ve done that. I am goddamn talked out at this point. Reaching out, I wrap my arm around her and gently haul her beneath me.

I lower my head and touch my lips to hers in a gentle kiss. It’s just a brush, nothing too hard, because I know she’s still healing. Then my mouth travels down the column of her throat and to the edge of her tank.

“Grover,” she breathes.

Moving my mouth down, I open it and wrap my lips around her breast through her shirt, and I suck on her tit. She lifts her hands, tangling her fingers in the strands of my hair.

It’s fucking great, especially when her grip tightens and she arches her back to bring it closer to me, silently begging for more. I give it to her gladly, then I travel down her body to her belly. I grip the waistband of her shorts and tug them as far down as possible.

She’s not wearing any panties.

Fucking perfect.

Reaching down to the backs of her knees, I grip them tightly and spread her thighs wide, then push them up as far as they’ll go without hurting her before I bury my face in her sweet cunt. Fuck. I missed this, the sweet taste of her, the scent of her. Every single part of her.

Swirling my tongue around her clit, I lap her, then find her clit again. Ryan lifts her hips, meeting my tongue strokes as she searches for her release. She’s close, her fingers gripping my hair even tighter, causing my scalp to burn, but I welcome the sensation.

Moving closer, I use my knees to hold her thighs open for me. It doesn’t take her long, only a few more strokes of my tongue until she comes. It’s with a gasp, then a whimper. She’s trying to be quiet, and I hope that one day soon, she won’t have to hold back. Maybe we can party at the club.

That is the last thought I have before I feel her cum on my tongue and she lets out a long, satisfying moan. Then it’s my turn to moan. When her body twitches against my tongue, I know she’s come down from her release.

Crawling up her body, I wrap my arms around her and look into her eyes. My cock presses against her center as I watch her. Ryan lifts her hands, and they cup my cheeks as I sink inside of her cunt, inch by inch, taking my sweet fucking time to feel every fucking centimeter of her.

She gasps, her breath hitching as I slowly bury myself inside of her. I don’t look away from her, my gaze fixated on hers. She lifts her legs, wrapping them tightly around me. “I’m not hurting you?” I ask.

“No,” Ryan breathes. “You’re not hurting me.”