“Hey,” Rylee says as she walks into my mom's place. She drops her beach bag onto the kitchen table as I stand and walk over to her.
She's glowing, and my heart aches. We haven't spent much time together lately, and I know that's my fault.
“Hey, baby,” I murmur, pulling her into my arms and pressing a quick kiss onto her lips. She whimpers and wraps her arms around me tightly, deepening it and holding me close. I guess I’m not the only one missing us.
I didn’t plan for this when I asked her to meet me here, but I’m not fucking disappointed in the least.
As our tongues tangle, I move us over to the spare bedroom I've been staying in. The guys have their own suite here at the hotel, but it's been nice spending time with my family.
It's still weird with Lennox not being around, and I'm not sure that void will ever truly be filled. Rylee moves her head back, taking in a breath. Her green eyes blaze with the same heat I can feel coursing through my blood.
I want her. I need her.
She looks around. “Are we alone?”
I nod. “Mom and Nando went into town for a birthday party and to do some shopping.” I bring her lips back to mine by placing my hand behind her neck and giving it a squeeze.
Kicking the door shut, I flick the lock as I push her back against the wood, before grinding my cock against her with a groan.
She moans against my lips as I drag my hand down her side and lift her leg, wrapping it around my waist.
She’s wearing a light-green sundress with flowers on it, giving me access to the small thong she has on underneath. “Fuck, baby, you're soaked,” I mumble into her neck, kissing it as I shove her panties aside and dip my finger into her slit, playing with her.
“Teo,” she gasps as I tease her pussy, shallowly fingering her.
She reaches for my shoulders, digging her nails into my muscles, then jumps, wrapping her other leg around me.
I grab her ass, making sure she's supported before I flick her clit, causing her to mewl for me. I love the sounds she makes. I could come just listening to her moan and beg for me. She grinds herself on my hand, getting faster. Her breaths coming out in pants.
She's close. I need her to come on my fingers though before I give her my cock. It's been a while, and I know the moment I thrust into her tight heat, I'm going to blow my load.
“Teo, please, fuck,” she groans, grabbing my cheeks and pulling my lips back to hers as she begins to shake.
“Such a good girl for me,” I mutter and she tosses her head back into the door, crying out as she comes all over my hand, her juices dripping down my wrist.
I move us over to the bed, laying her down on the pillows. Then I lick my fingers clean, giving her a smirk. “Delicious,” I growl, before kissing her again, letting her have a taste.
Reaching down, she grips my cock, giving it a squeeze. “More. I need your cock, baby,” she groans, rubbing me faster through my basketball shorts.
“Not yet, baby girl.” I push up onto my hands and just look at her. She doesn't know how beautiful she is. Or how close I was to ending everything.
How just being one of her men has saved me. How she continues to save me every day.
“I love you, Rylee Moore, and one day I am going to marry you. I don’t care if I have to share you with ten other men, but you will be mine until my last breath. Just you and me, baby. Always.”
Her green eyes glisten, and a tear slides down her cheek as she gives me a smile and laughs.
“I love you too, Mateo Russo. But if you think I plan on adding anymore guys to our family, you have lost your damn mind. I have enough on my plate with the four of you. Unless…” She trails off and looks away at the wall.
I can tell she’s thinking about Len, but I don’t want this moment of ours to turn solemn. We have grieved enough. It’s time to move on to better things.
“Hey,” I whisper, placing my finger under her chin and turning her head, bringing her eyes back to mine. “Don’t,” I say and she sighs, but nods.
I smirk and reach for the hem of her dress, lifting it over her stomach and breasts. She leans up a little, so I can pull it off and toss it onto the chair in the corner of the room. Her breasts bounce free as she lies back down, and I thank whoever invented built-in bras.
Leaning down, I run my tongue along her collarbone. Grasping one of her tits in my hand, I tweak her nipple as she arches her back. “Ahh,” she whimpers, grinding harder against me.
I lick down her body, nipping at her nipples, sucking them gently, before moving lower. She grabs my hair, pulling tightly on the strands, making my cock jump. I don’t want to rush this. If I had my way, I would tie her to this bed and torture her all night long.
