“Alana, I really am sorry.” Alex says again,searching me out in the rear view mirror.
“It’s okay Alex, really. You didn’t mean todo it.” I drop my head back onto the seat.
“Maybe not,” Emily interjects. “But you aregoing to let Alana and Ryan borrow the jet so they can fly toFrance or Italy or where ever the hell they want to go to make upfor almost ruining Alana’s life.”
“Yes, dear,” Alex responds drolly as he pullsout of the driveway. “You know what I don’t get though?” Alex goeson. “Ryan is crazy in love with you. So what he’s a stripper? Youdon’t have to tell your father that.”
Man, he and Emily really are made for eachother.
“Alex,” I sigh. “It’s so much morecomplicated than that. Ryan and I have a past. Emily can explain.It should make for interesting conversation on your drivehome.”
I pull out my phone and text Ryan as Alex andEmily exchange glances in the front seat.
Me: We’ve been outed. But don’t worry. Alexis letting us borrow the G6 so we can go to France or Italy.
Ryan: We have to flee the county?
Me: No. LOLOLOL. He’s giving it to us as anapology. I’ll explain everything when I get home. Hopping the trainnow. Meet me at Penn st?
Ryan: I’ll b there. 90 mins never felt likeso long. xoxoxoxox
I just finished my lastexam.
I have one semester left, I have onesemester left, I repeat the words to myself as I trudge towardsmy apartment door. I’m physically exhausted and mentally drained;the last three months have kicked my ass. I’ve barely slept, I’vebarely eaten and I’ve barely seen Ryan over the last week. And nowthat finals are over, I’m going to go inside and crash.
Ryan and I took full advantage of Alex’s jetoffer after he exposed us, flying off to Italy and spending a weekon the Amalfi Coast. For seven glorious days, I was the only personRyan took his clothes off for.Mmm.
My father has yet to meet Ryan face to face,and I’m going to make sure it stays that way for a little whilelonger. When he can’t make me choose between my love for Ryan or mylove for the law. It’s still a dicey situation, but Ryan and I areso close to getting everything we want, I know the sacrifice willbe worth it in the end. I put the key into the lock and hear musicblasting from my apartment, Pitbull’sI Know You Want Me.Iswing the door open to find Ryan having way too much fun doinglaundry. He has several piles of clothes separated on the couch andhe’s bopping to the music as he folds. I can’t help but stand thereand be amused.
I don’t know how long I’m watching before henotices I’m behind him. He shoots me a cocky smile, puts the shirthe’s holding down and slides across the room keeping beat with themusic.
After doing the logo for my uncle’s law firmRyan has been taking on freelance jobs for graphic design. Usually,when I’m studying he’s working on a project. It’s beefing up hisresume, but it by no means has given him the incentive to quitCulture or give up Jack the Stripper.
Once he reaches me he counts in my face withhis fingers then grabs my hand and smashes me into his body. Hiships start to move, doing a little circle motion as he grindsagainst me.
“Showing me your best Johnny Castleimpression?” I ask playfully.
“None other, it’s where I learned all mydance moves,” he says as he starts dancing me sinfully around theroom, singing the lyrics,rrrrrolling the R’s seductivelyinto my ear. I laugh, because it’s so goddamn sexy and because Ican’t picture him watchingDirty Dancing.Then he pushes medown on the couch and really starts to move. He pulls his t-shirtoff as he rolls his body, pops his chest and surges his hips,enjoying every second of his little strip tease.
I’m enjoying it too; I think a little toomuch, because suddenly my cheeks are on fire and a flash flood ofheat is soaking me between my thighs.
He creeps down onto his knees, pulls meforward so I’m half lying on my back and positions himself rightbetween my legs. He slams his pelvis hard against me, then pumpsthree times to the rhythm of the music causing me to cover my faceinstinctually with my hands, part-embarrassed part-hysterical. Whenthe song ends Ryan pulls my hands away, but I can’t stop laughing.One, because I don’t think I’ve relaxed in the last three monthsand two, because I’m totally turned on.
“Did I do something funny?” he askssmiling.
“Funny and totally hot.”
“Now that’s what I want to hear,” he leansdown and kisses me and the sensation shoots straight to theravenous desire spiraling inside me. I moan, and compulsively grabfor the button of his jeans. I’m dying for the release, dying forhim. And Ryan totally knows it.
He smoothes his hands over my hair, kissingme sweetly and urgently all at the same time.
“I like you like this,” he says eagerly.
“Half-naked?” I answer, as he pulls my pantsoff me.
“Stress-free,” he responds, running his handsdown my hips, drinking my body in.
My phone rings, but we both ignore it.