Arrangements with Chelsea.
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It was risky pulling up in front of her house, Fender’s old house in the middle of the day. If anyone saw me I would have to make up some excuse. That I was just checking in on her. She was almost family blah blah blah.
“Wicked.” She opened the door before I could even raise my hand to knock. So she had obviously heard my bike coming. But she still looked shocked to see me there on her doorstep before eight in the morning. “What are you doing here?”
Jesus, she looked beautiful. Not naked laying in bed beautiful but still beautiful. With her hair pulled back from her face and a hoodie on. Her face freshly scrubbed like she had just got out of the shower.
“Can I come in?” I didn’t want to stand here on her doorstep. The longer I did the more likely it was that someone would see me. All it took was the wrong thing to be said to Ruin and I would have some serious explaining to do. Explaining I wasn’t ready for. Not yet anyway.
“Sure.” She flashed a smile as she opened the door fully. Letting me slide passed her. “Why didn’t you just come in through the back door like always? You have a key?”
She had a point there? Why hadn’t I? “I couldn’t be sure you would be alone and I wouldn’t be able to explain that to anyone if I just walked in and you were having a family breakfast with …” I trailed off. My eyes darting around the living room.
It looked different. Not because I only saw it in darkness these days but because she had painted. It still looked like Fenders old smoke-stained room but different at the same time.
Chelsea was making it a home.
A home we could be happy in. Have a family in when the time came.
“Ruin,” I swore softly. Here I was thinking about having a life with this one woman. Dreaming about it and I couldn’t even bring myself to tell her family or my friends that I was mad for her.
“Yeah might have been awkward.” Leading the way from the living room to the kitchen she smiled brightly at me over her shoulder.
I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around her waist drawing her back against my front.
“Not as awkward as him walking in and finding us like this though.” She was laughing as I bent her over the nearest counter. My hands running all over her. I just couldn’t stop touching her.
“Maybe I don’t care anymore….”
“Ryan.” She whispered my name. My real name, like she always did when we were together. No one called me Ryan. Only her. “Yes, you do.” Turning in my arms she pressed her lips to mine, reaching up on tiptoes. “I know this is hard but …..”
“Yeah, it’s hard.” I tried to joke, making light of the sudden serious turn our conversation had taken by pressing her hand over my cock. “Really really hard.”
I melded my lips to hers again. For a moment forgetting all the shit that was going on. All the fucking reasons we had to hide our relationships.
All the games. All the lies.
I was so fucking tired of it all.
“I’m going away for a few days.”
Warily she stepped back. “Ok. Do you know when you will be back?”
I knew she made a point of not asking too many questions.
“Sunday night… but I want you to come with me.” The words left my mouth in a rush. For a second she just stared at me. The smile on her lips fading into nothing. A frown replaced it. Making a line appear between her perfectly arched eyebrows. “You know I can’t do that Wicked.”
It was my time to frown. I was back to being Wicked now was I?
“You couldn’t explain taking me on club business….”
“It’s not club business Chelsea. It’s personal time for me… for you as well. Don’t we deserve some time alone? Where we don’t have to hide or…..”
“If we are seen?” She sounded so unsure.
“Maybe I don’t care anymore, Chelsea?” I sighed, god I hated the look on her face. The nervous way she chewed on her pouty bottom lip.