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WARNING: this chapter is rated R!
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"Man, I've missed this." Ryan sighed, relaxing by the bonfire with a beer in hand.

"What? You're telling me that with all the money you make, you don't have a fire pit at either of your houses?" Michael asked.

"No man, the stars, the crickets, the atmosphere and the people. Miami and New York don't even compare to being back home."

"So, move back, or at least during the off season. Bro, it would be great to have you back." Michael retorted.

"Yeah, and live where?" Ryan laughed, "I can't exactly move in next door, I need privacy."

"So buy a piece of land and build," I suggested.

"I would need someone to come home to, before I did that," Ryan said softly, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Well I'm sure there will be plenty of single ladies at our wedding, and I'm sure they would all love to go out with the offensive quarterback of the year," Michael joked.

"And you're cut off," Ann replied, taking his beer from him.

"How's your mom?" I inquired, trying changing the subject.

"She's good, really good actually. She moved to the beach house last year, I finally got her to agree to stay permanently. She volunteers at a domestic abuse shelter, which takes up most of her time, so she's rarely home. I'm sure she'll be excited to see you."

"I can't wait to see her! I've missed her so much, I'm so thankful she was here after mom died. I never got to thank her for that." I whispered, trying to hold back the tears. Ryan placed his hand on my knee, trying to console me. His small gesture meant the world to me, more than he could ever know.

"Why do you have to ruin everything? Why do you have to bring her up?" Michael muttered angrily, talking about our mother.

"Michael!" Ann shrieked.

"I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go, it's get late anyways. I'll see y'all tomorrow." I mumbled, rushing inside to grab my keys.

"Mila!" Ryan called after me. "Mila wait!" I turned around not knowing what to expect, he immediately enveloped me in his arms, just as Ann came running out.

"Mila, he didn't mean it," Ann assured, "He's drunk. You know how he gets when he drinks."

"Ann, its ok. I'm just gonna go home," I replied.

"Mila, you can't drive like that you're drunk," Ann insisted.

"I'm gonna take her with me," Ryan said taking my keys. "We'll see you tomorrow, Ann." Ryan said, opening the passenger door for me to slide in.

"I guess I'll see you both tomorrow," Ann relented, walking back up to the door.

"Ryan, I can't go home, and I can't go to Dad's not like this," I whispered, as the tears rolled down my face. "Take me wherever you're staying, please."

"Why don't you want to go home?"

"I don't want to be surrounded by her memory, not tonight anyways. Being there it just feels like she could walk through the door any minute."

"We'll go back to the hotel," Ryan agreed, turning to drive in the opposite direction.

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"It's not quite as nice as the ones I stay in when travel, but it'll do."

"Wow the presidential suite," I gush. He shut the door and backed me up against it. Placing his lips on mine, he moved his hands under my shirt to undo my bra. I let out a moan as my hands moved into his hair. He kissed down my jaw while his hand moved under my bra, his thumbs massaging under my breasts.

"Ryan," I moan, as my thoughts come back to me, "Ryan, wait, stop."

"Dear Lord, what?" he said, kissing his way down my neck as his thumbs brushed over my nipples.

"I can't think while, you're doing that."

"No thinking right now, this is right, were right." His hands moved to undo the button on my shorts, as his mouth continued the path down my neck.

"I'm a virgin," I blurted. He drew his head back, he looked into my eyes, while his thumbs started to massage the exposed skin on my hips.

"Jesus, you can't get any more perfect," he breathed against my lips.

I slip from his grip and walk over to the couch, sitting with my face in my hands. "No Ryan, you don't get it. I don't want to be a one night stand, or another name on your long list of lays." He slammed his fist against the door.

"Don't you get it, Mila? I came back here, because of you. I left Brooke, because of you."

"You said you left her because she cheated," I whispered.

"Do you want to know why she cheated?" He asked, walking over to me. "I found out you were single and I couldn't get you out of my mind. So I told her I couldn't marry her because I didn't love her, and that I couldn't stop comparing her to someone else. You were that someone else." Taking my hand he pulled me up to him, he took my head in his hands. "So for the love of God, for once stop over thinking and just feel," he pulled me tight against his erection. "This is what you do to me. It's you Mila, it's always been you."

Looking into his eyes I could see the truth, I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling his head down to mine. Placing his hands under my ass he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist. His mouth never left mine, as he laid me in the middle of the bed. He raised me up and pulled my shirt over my head throwing it to the ground. I saw the hunger in his eyes, as I slipped my bra off. Kneeling, he placed his hand inside the band of shorts, pulling them off. As he stood I got my first real glimpse of him. His abs were chiseled to perfection, and lead down to a strong v.

Pushing his jeans off his hips, I saw the outline of his cock through his boxer briefs. My mouth dropped, as he laid down on top of me. Spreading my legs I could feel how big he was. "Don't worry, I'll fit," he chuckled, reading my mind. His mouth immediately pressed to mine in desperation, while his hands roamed down my body. I ran my hands through his hair as our tongues danced together. His lips started to move south, placing feather like kisses down my neck, until they arrived at my breasts. I felt a pull inside, as he took my nipple into his mouth. His hands were like fire on my body as they roamed, one twisting my nipple, while the other went inside my thong. My hips thrust up to meet his hand as his thumb brushed over my clit. I let out a low moan as he eased a finger inside. "So tight," he murmured. He kept moving lower until his mouth was against my stomach, kissing my navel as he removed my thong. He kissed his way down until I felt his mouth on me, spreading me he licked his way up in slow strokes. I felt myself start to shake as his tongue moved in and out of my opening. Looking down I saw his eyes staring at me, as if he was a man on death row, and I was his last meal. His hand moved up to squeeze my breasts as he looked at me and I was sent over the edge.

"Ryan!" I cried, as my body shook with vigor. Moving on top of me, he wrapped a hand around my head, and shoved his tongue in my mouth, letting me taste my orgasm.

"Bend your knees," he murmured, placing his other hand moved to my knee pulling it up to accommodate his hips, "I don't want to hurt you."

"I want you inside me," I breathed, as moved his cock up and down my folds.

"Say that again," he pleaded.

"I want you inside me." His tongue plunged into my mouth as he put the tip inside my cleft and pushed. I arched my back and let out a cry, as the pain shot through me. He moved his his hand to my clit and started to rub, as his mouth left kisses on my collarbone. He started to move with such delicate strokes, and the fire started to build inside me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, trying to pull him deeper.

"Faster," I moaned, as I clawed my nails down his back.

"I won't last long," he replied moving his mouth to my neck, he started to buck wildly. I clenched my eyes shut, as his hand started to stroke my clit faster, just as the spasms started to shake me. "Look at me." I forced my eyes open, as Ryan yelled his release.

"That was..."

"Incredible," I finished, running my hands through his hair as he laid on my chest. Pulling out he rolled over and pulled me up to lay on his chest.

"I've wanted this for so long," he said with a kiss on my forehead, "Sleep babe, we've got a long day tomorrow."

"No more hiding. I'll talk to Dad and Michael tomorrow," I replied, drifting off to sleep.