Samantha
He went still but didn’t try to break free.I felt some reassurance in that, so I kept kissing him.At last, he let out a snarl and slanted his lips over mine, taking control of the kiss and deepening it.He cupped the back of my head and tilted it.His other hand snaked down my torso to wrap around my waist, pulling me tight against him.Everything became a blur as our tongues clashed as the kiss went on and on.I was overwhelmed with sensation as Ryan touched me.I felt so giddy I couldn’t think straight.All I was certain of at that moment was that I didn’t want this to end. It just felt too…good.“I gasped his name when he moved his lips from mine to kiss along my jaw and down the side of my neck. “Please, don’t stop.”“I don’t think I can,” he hissed. “Damn it, Sam, do you know how hard I’ve tried…tried to…”“To what, Ryan?” I whispered, stroking his chin with my fingertips. “Tell me.”He gazed down at me with a furrowed brow and shook his head.“No,” he growled. “No more talking. We’re way past that.”Before I could say another word, Ryan slammed his lips to mine once more, and a frenzy seemed to come over the two of us.I felt the need to be closer to him. I didn’t want there to be any barriers between us. I wanted to feel his skin against mine.I grabbed at the bottom of his shirt and started pulling it up. He helped me, tugging it up and off, then tossing it to the ground. I took a moment to admire him. His torso was hard with muscle. Defined pecs and rock-hard abs. My lips parted, and I nearly drooled. Raising my hands, I ran my fingers along the dips and crevices of his chest and stomach, unable to help myself.Ryan let me explore for a few moments, but then he caught my hands and put them at my sides. He held my gaze as he slowly began unbuttoning the front of my sundress. My breathing grew heavier and heavier as he undressed me. When he’d opened the dress to my waist, he pushed the straps off my shoulders, and it fell off of me and pooled on the ground at my feet.Standing before him in nothing but my bra and panties, I had to fight the instinct to cover myself with my hands. Ryan stepped back and took me in, his gaze roaming over me from head to toe. Did he like what he saw? Was he turned off by me? I felt self-conscious about my small breasts and lack of curves. I knew I was scrawny and not at all womanly. Boys had teased me before, but I’d never cared. None of those boys had mattered, and their opinions of me didn’t bother me.Ryan mattered, though, and his opinion meant everything. If he didn’t find me attractive, I would be devastated.“Christ, Sam,” he said, scrubbing his hand over his mouth. “When did you become so damn beautiful?”I blinked, caught off guard by his compliment and heated tone.“I…I am?” I whispered.He met my gaze. “Yeah, you are. If anyone ever tells you otherwise, they’re a fucking fool.”I was stunned. Did he really mean that? I was almost too afraid to hope. A part of me wasn’t sure this was even really happening. It seemed impossible, like a dream.A dream I never wanted to wake up from.“Ryan, I…I…”“Stop,” he ordered, closing the distance between us. “If you talk too much, I might have time to change my mind.”I didn’t want that, so I pressed my lips together to keep silent.Ryan wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for another kiss. As his mouth slanted over mine, he slowly guided me down to the ground.We settled on a bed of soft moss, and Ryan adjusted us until I was on my back and he was on his hands and knees above me.He moved his lips from my mouth and traced them along my jaw, down my neck, and to my chest.He cupped my breasts through my bra, and I arched my back, shocked at how good it felt. I’d had my fair share of sweaty make-out sessions in the back of cars with clumsy groping and petting, but those had been with boys as inexperienced as I was.Ryan was clearly experienced, and I would never call him a boy. His kisses were assured, his touch was confident. When he moved to take off my bra, he undid the clasp at the front of the garment with ease.There was no hesitation as he peeled my panties down my legs. I pressed my knees together instinctively, but Ryan took hold of them and gently pried them apart.“Let me see you, baby,” he said in a rumbling voice.Gulping, I nodded and let my legs fall open. Ryan ran his hands from my knees down my inner thighs as he stared down at me. He didn’t say a word, but the lust in his gaze was undeniable.I bit my lip as I waited for what he would do next. He glanced back up to meet my eyes as he moved one hand to my core and ran his fingers along my folds.“Oh, my God,” I gasped, my hips shooting up to meet his touch. As Ryan continued to pet me, he kissed across my breasts. He stopped at one nipple and took it between his teeth, sucking it hard and lapping at it with his tongue. I whimpered and arched my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth. When he was done with that nipple, he moved to the other one, all the while never letting up his fingers’ movements between my legs.I had never felt anything so incredible before.It was almost more than I could take, but I didn’t want him to stop.In fact, I wanted more.I wanted to know what it was like to feel him buried deep inside me, stretching me and shaping my body to fit his own.Running my hands in his hair, I murmured, “Ryan, please, no more teasing.”He lifted his head and gazed down at me, not saying a word.When he removed his hand from my sex, I sucked in an eager breath.I was excited and anxious all at once.I knew it was likely going to hurt, but I told myself it wouldn’t be for long.Once the initial penetration was over, it would feel good. Ryan would make sure of that.Holding my gaze, he leaned back and undid the front of his jeans.I watched in eager fascination as he pushed his pants down his thighs, revealing his erection.I stared at it, stunned. It was larger than I’d anticipated.I felt a zing of hesitation. Maybe it would hurt more than I’d thought.Gripping the base of his shaft, he lined himself up with my entrance. I tensed as he began to slip inside me. I clenched my teeth with a hiss, the pain almost too much for me.“You need to relax,” Ryan growled. “It’s not going to feel any better otherwise.”He lowered one hand and began thumbing my clitoris as he continued pushing himself deeper inside me.SamanthaPleasure shot through me like a bolt of lightning.I gasped and thrashed my head from side to side.Some of the pain eased, and he slid in deeper. He continued rubbing my clit in tight circles, and my body seemed to melt under his touch.I groaned and relaxed, and he finally was able to sink into the hilt.Ryan paused, holding himself over me as if giving me time to adjust to him as he continued playing with me.“That’s it,” he murmured. “Just like that, baby. I can feel you relaxing around me. I’m going to start moving again, all right?”I dug my teeth into my bottom lip and nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence.Ryan began to slide out of me. When only the tip remained inside me, he pushed back in.There was a small amount of discomfort, but there was far more pleasure than before.Ryan continued to move, pumping in and out of me faster and faster. I gripped his shoulders, hanging onto him as tightly as I could. I feared I would fly away if I didn’t cling to him.Our m
Samantha – 7 Years LaterBaconsizzled, and I carefully flipped it in the pan, doing my best to avoid the grease splatter.In another pan on the next burner over, I scrambled eggs, all while keeping an eye on the toaster nearby.There were a lot of moving parts, but I was used to it.There were always multiple balls in the air that I had to juggle, and it was pretty much second nature to me at that point.“Henry!” I called as I began scooping food onto plates. “Breakfast is ready. Come down now, please!”As I turned to place the plates on the little kitchen table behind me, I heard the pounding of small feet on the staircase just outside the kitchen door.The next moment, a little boy came barreling into the room. His dark brown hair was a wild mess, and his familiar blue eyes glittered with the kind of eager excitement that only young kids seemed capable of feeling. He was still dressed in his dinosaur footie pajamas. He was so adorable that it made my heart ache.He scrambled up into
SamanthaWhen they were done, I began clearing the table and said, “Jason, can you help Henry get ready for school? I’ll get things cleaned up here.”Nodding, Jason helped Henry down from his chair and took his hand to lead him back upstairs.When I was alone, I sighed, bracing my hands on the kitchen sink and hung my head. I didn’t want Jason to know that I was barely holding it together.Things were a lot tighter than he knew. I was barely scraping by with my job at the bookstore downtown. I loved working there and knew I could have a future there if I was able to stick it out just a little longer.I was determined to make it on my own, though.For six years, I’d taken care of myself and Henry without anyone’s help. Not because I had to, but because I refused to rely on anyone else for anything. I’d put my faith in another person before, and I’d been left burned and heartbroken…and pregnant.Gritting my teeth, I forced my mind not to go there, not to think of him.I heard footsteps
RyanThis place hasn’t changed a bit.After seven years away, I was back in my hometown for the first time, and it was like I’d never left.I drove along the main street, checking out all the downtown shops I remembered from my childhood. It was so strange, and I felt on edge. Like I didn’t belong there anymore.I supposed I really didn’t. I was not the same person I’d been when I’d left.The town may not have changed much, but I had. I’d gone out into the world and made a name for myself. I’d built an empire and dominated my profession. I’d taken my father’s small shipping company and grown it into a multi-billion-dollar international conglomerate, all by the age of twenty-nine.Yet, as I drove through my hometown, even after being away for so long, I somehow felt like a kid again.Jason was the only person I’d come back to this place for, which was ironic since he was also part of the reason I’d stayed away for so long.I’d considered turning down the invitation to the wedding, even
“How is your sister?” I asked, my throat tightening.“Good.” Jason shrugged. “Busy. Stubborn as ever. I was just at her house this morning.”I was careful not to let the reeling emotions deep within me show. I still felt immense guilt about leaving her the way I had the night we were together. I shouldn’t have had sex with her in the first place, but I’d been a real dick bolting right after.I’d just been so freaked out. I couldn’t understand what had come over me that night.Sam had always just been my best friend’s little sister. That night, though, when she’d approached me, something had seemed to unlock within me. She’d always been pretty, but she’d been suddenly stunning. Sultry. Sexy.I’d lost total control of myself and crossed a line. I hadn’t known what to do afterward. I’d panicked, and then, I’d left town completely. Had I run away? As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I couldn’t really deny it. I’d been terrified of Jason finding out, but over the years, he’d never brough
SamanthaI was trying not to think about him.Trying not to completely lose my mind with anxiety and panic.I tried to focus on my task of shelving new books, so I didn’t have to worry about Ryan being back in town.Having slipped several books into place, I stepped off my stepladder and grabbed my cart of tomes, dragging it to the next grouping of shelves that needed replenishing. What was I going to do? When Jason had told me he was inviting Ryan, I’d hid my anxiety from him, but I’d been a nervous mess ever since. A part of me had known this would happen one day, but I’d hoped I’d have some idea of what to do before then.If Ryan was in the wedding, he was going to find out about Henry. Ryan wasn’t an idiot. He’d be able to put two-and-two together. I needed to figure out some explanation, some excuse to keep Ryan from figuring out the truth.If Ryan found out he had a son and that I’d kept Henry from him, he would be furious. Then, of course, my family would find out. Jason would
I shrugged, doubling down on the lie as panic overtook me. “I don’t care if you believe me or not. Henry is not yours. I slept with his father after you ran away.”He looked stunned by that, but then, he sharply shook his head.“Liar,” he growled. “You were never a good liar.”I gnashed my teeth, frustration welling up within me.“Don’t talk down to me,” I hissed. “I’m not a kid anymore, Ryan. I’ve grown up a lot since you vanished.”“Why didn’t you tell me about him?” he demanded to know.“He’s not yours!” I insisted. What was I doing? It was like I was being possessed by some asshole demon who was determined to completely ruin my life and I couldn’t stop it. “Christ, did you really think I wouldn’t hook up with anyone after you? Well, guess what? Once you popped my cherry, I didn’t have a reason to hold myself back anymore. I’ve been screwing anyone I’ve wanted whenever I’ve wanted to.”A bald-faced lie. Truth be told, I hadn’t been with anyone else since Ryan. I’d been too heartbro
RyanMy mind was a jumbled mess as I made my way to my childhood home, my confrontation with Samantha swirling through my thoughts. When I’d walked into the bookstore, the first thing that’d struck me was how gorgeous she was. Her body had matured, and she’d gotten curvier. Her dark brown hair was still long and the way it’d fallen around her shoulders made it seem soft and luxurious. I’d wanted to run my fingers through it to see if it was as silky as I remembered. Seven years ago, she’d been short and slim and shy. In the bookstore, she’d tilted her head back and her golden eyes had burned with determination as she’d gazed up at me. I’d grown heated at the mere sight of her.The Samantha of seven years ago would never have spoken to me like she had today, though. She’d been harsh and blunt, and clearly not intimidated by me at all. Most people I encountered were borderline terrified of me. I preferred that. It made dealing with people easier.I reached the driveway of my old house,