The following day, I was still going over my conversation with Ryan in my head. Despite his reassurances that he'd choose Mason and I over children of his own, I was still plagued with doubts.

Shane had announced that he was taking his family to Disney World for the week, and invited Mason and I. Since I had just taken a week long vacation a couple of weeks ago, I had to decline, and he begged me to let him take Mason. He said that it would given Ryan and I a chance to be alone. Shane approved wholeheartedly about my relationship with Ryan. He didn't care about the age difference, he just liked seeing me happy.

I realized some alone time with Ryan would be a great thing. Maybe it would help to put my nagging thoughts aside. I did want to have a further discussion with him on the topic, and this would be the perfect opportunity.

The next morning, I planned on being late for work so that I could drive Shane, Kayla and the kids to the airport. I couldn't help but be a little sad and nervous because Mason had never been away from me for an entire week, but I knew he was in good hands, and he would have a great time.

Ryan and I were excited about having a whole week together to ourselves. We had tonight before we left for Michigan the following evening, and I was determined it would be a great night. I decided I was going to table all of my thoughts and worries until the weekend was over, and put all of my focus on him and I.

After work, I went home for a few minutes to change, pack an overnight bag and grab Riley. Ryan and I decided to spend the night at his house for a change.

When I got to his house, he was on the back deck grilling. "Perfect timing." He said giving me a kiss. "How do you like your steak?"

"Medium rare. Do you need help with anything?" I offered.

"Nope. Just relax. I've got everything covered. Beer and soft drinks in the fridge. Whiskey in the cabinet. Help yourself." God I was such a lucky woman.

I fixed myself a drink, and grabbed a beer out of the fridge and brought it to him, then took a seat and just watched, enjoying the peace and quiet of being out in the middle of nowhere with the man I loved. The alcohol helped relax me and allowed me to clear my head. I so wanted this week to be perfect.

After dinner of perfectly cooked steaks and baked potatoes, and a couple more drinks, I felt loose and completely relaxed. I figured since Ryan cooked, I would clean up. As I placed the plates in the sink, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pushed my hair back and began nuzzling my neck.

"I told you to relax. You don't need to clean up." When he kissed the side of my neck, I literally melted. I always had a rule of cleaning up after dinner, then relaxing, but fuck it. Dishes could wait. I could not.

I turned around until we were face to face. I knew the look I saw in his eyes, because I felt it too. We were alone after all, and we were going to make the most of it.

His lips crashed against mine, almost in desperation. It had been a week and a half since we were last intimate, but it felt so much longer.

His fingers were already unbuttoning my shorts, then slipping beneath my panties to place his palms on my ass. Soon, my shorts and underwear hit the floor around my feet.

I slipped his shirt over his head, and lightly traced the number ten tattoo on his chest. I had always wanted a tattoo, but Kyle thought they were trashy, so I never got one. That was going to change. I vowed. I placed a kiss over the tattoo, and watched his skin break out in goosebumps.

He tilted my head up, and crashed his lips to mine once again. I could taste the beer on his tongue, and combined with the whiskey I had already consumed, I felt intoxicated. But maybe that was just him that made me feel that way.

He backed me towards the bedroom, my shirt and bra getting lost somewhere along the way. It never failed, we were always so needy for each other, our clothes just seemed to end up scattered along the house. By time we reached the bedroom, I was completely naked, and he was down to his shorts unbuttoned and unzipped, and those, along with sis underwear were quickly disposed of.

"You're so wet." He commented, as his long fingers ran along my slit, then dipped into my center, while his thumb rubbed circles against my clit.

"I need you now." I said, pulling him down fully on top of me. The desperation becoming more evident in my voice. I was already breathless, just from the kissing and touching. Later, we would slow things down, like we always did, but right now, I just needed him inside of me.

His sense of urgency was as great as mine, because before I could catch my breath, he had lined himself up with my entrance, and with one fluid stroke, he was bottoming out inside of me.

"You feel so fucking good," I moaned, as he began setting a quick pace of deep thrusts, that had me nearing orgasm in a matter of minutes.

I wrapped my legs tighter around his center, and raised my hips to meet his. The moan that escaped his throat was enough to send me spiraling over the edge, as I felt the quivering in my thighs, and my walls began tightening around him.

"I'm not going to last much longer." He said with ragged breath, his voice raspier than ever.

"Then fuck me harder. We've got all night." I attacked his lips, my tongue diving into his mouth. His hips snapped quickly against mine, and a wave of pleasure shot up my spine. He pounded into me, and fuck it felt so good.

His hips began to stutter, and his strokes became sloppy, and I knew he was close. I sought out his lips, and kissed him passionately, as he released deep inside of me, the force causing me to quiver beneath him.

It was so intense and so incredible between us. I was so in love with this man.

He slowly pulled out of me, and I immediately missed our connection. I had a feeling neither of us would be getting much sleep tonight.