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,
“Hey, man,” Jason answered after two rings. “What’s up? Lonely already?”I cut right to the chase. “Can you come over? I need to talk to you about something. It’s important.”“Oh, sure, yeah,” Jason replied, his tone taking on a tinge of concern. “I’ll be right there.”“Thanks.” I hung up and finished up my drink in two swallows. I got up and went to pour myself another, as well as one for Jason, then went out to go wait for him in the living room. Thankfully, Jason was prompt, and it took him less than twenty minutes to arrive. I went to let him in when he rang the doorbell.“Thanks for coming,” I said, letting Jason inside.“No problem.” Jason nodded, his brow furrowed. “You said it was important.”“Yeah, it is. This way.”I led Jason into the living room and handed him the drink I’d prepared. We sat in a matching pair of cushioned chairs arranged in front of a large fireplace that dominated the far wall of the room.“So, what’s up?” Jason asked after several moments of tense silenc
SamanthaMoonlight stream edoverus,illuminating the sinewy muscles beneath Ryan’s skin. He was magnificent as he moved over me. I clung to him and arched my back as he drove into me again and again. I moaned, my head thrashing along the mossy ground. It felt so incredible to have his body pressed tight to mine.“Sam,” he murmured into my ear. “You’re so perfect. You were made for me.”His words were nearly as stimulating as his flexing hips, and I purred in approval. He was going to make me come like this. Make me fall apart in his arms all over again.Wait…again?I frowned, confused.What was happening? When had Ryan and I…?This wasn’t our first night together, was it?No, that had been the night of my birthday, seven years ago.“Don’t get distracted,” Ryan gently ordered me, pulling me from my wandering thoughts. He was looking down at me, grinning softly. “Focus on me, baby. Only me.”As if to emphasize his point, he flexed his hips, touching me deep inside. I cried out, right on
I glanced up at him to see his reaction, and he looked like he was going to be sick.“Is…is Ryan Henry’s father?” he asked in a broken whisper.I swallowed and looked away from him. Tears blurred my vision, but I fought not to let them fall.“Yes,” I admitted.“My God.” Jason sounded stunned and a more than a little hurt. “Jesus, Sam, why didn’t you ever tell me?”I wrapped my arms around my torso and hugged myself tight. “I was heartbroken and confused. Embarrassed. When he left without a word, I couldn’t face it. I wanted to forget all about that night, but then, I wound up pregnant. By that point, I was too humiliated to admit it was him, so I made up the whole story about hooking up with someone else. I’m sorry, Jason, I really am, but I was scared and I didn’t know how to handle things.”A tear escaped the corner of my eye. I quickly wiped it away, but I couldn’t look at him.I felt like I’d just ripped open my chest and pulled out my heart. This secret was one I’d held onto for
Ryan“Things seem quieter, sir. No one has seen or heard from Bill since you left the city.”I let out a sigh of relief, glad for some good news for once. I was sitting in my study, talking on the phone with my head of security, Marcus, back in New York.“Thank God. Maybe that means I was right in thinking he’d back off if I was gone. If he’s got no target to go after, he has no motivation to continue his harassment.”“It appears that way, sir,” Marcus replied. “We’ll, of course, keep an eye out, and if we receive any hint that he’s active again, I’ll contact you immediately.”“Thank you, Marcus. Yeah, keep me posted.”Hanging up the call, I sank back into my chair and turned my gaze up to the ceiling.If Bill was no longer a problem, that was one less thing for me to have to think about and stress over.Reaching up, I pinched the bridge of my nose, fighting back a headache that threatened to overtake me.Suddenly, the house’s doorbell rang, shattering the quiet that had settled aroun
SamanthaMy mind was still reeling later that night as I drove over to Jason’s house. Henry was sitting in the backseat, distracted by his stuffed dinosaur I’d let him bring along, and so there was nothing to occupy my thoughts except for Ryan.I needed to get him out of my head. It was a dangerous place for him to be.“Mama? When we get to Uncle Jason’s, can I play with Rolo?”I looked up into the review mirror so I could see Henry. He was gazing at me with his big, blue eyes, which were so identical to Ryan’s that it made my chest ache.“If Uncle Jason says it’s okay,” I told him, my words squeaking a bit.Henry’s face lit up with an excited grin.Rolo was Jason’s bulldog, and Henry considered him his very best friend. The two were very cute together, but even the prospect of an adorable boy and puppy dog playdate couldn’t ease my anxiety.By the time we reached Jason’s house, I was trembling.I managed to get out of the car and unhook Henry from his booster seat. He ran ahead of me