Upon arriving home from Daytona, it was clear that Ryan was exhausted. He had slept a little on the plane, his hand clasped tightly to mine as he dozed. He was mentally and physically drained as he mentioned in his interview. I however, had felt like I had gotten my second wind.
"Are you ready for that cold beer you talked about?" I asked, even though I knew I should let him get some sleep. I just didn't want to. I was way too excited.
"No. I'd rather just go to bed with my beautiful fiancée". He grinned.
Fiancée.
God I loved the way that sounded. Of course I said yes. Okay maybe something more along the lines of hell yes or damn right. He had barely gotten the words out of his mouth before I practically tackled him in my response. It really didn't matter that it was done publicly and we were in a full on make out session while cameras flashed all around us and microphones were poised for us to come up for air. I couldn't help but giggle over the memory.
I stood there completely stunned as I looked at the ring in Ryan's hand then back to his face. His brow was dampened with sweat. The beads rolling down the side of his face, the ends of his hair curling from it. His blue eyes were soft, full of love and probably relief. Then finally, he spoke, his voice raspy with emotion.
"I should have done this a long time ago. I planned on doing it a long time ago, but I waited too long and I lost you. I'm not making that mistake again. Now that I've got you back, I'm never letting you go again. Aubree Caroline Tate, will you marry me?"
I grinned like a fool, nodding my head vigorously. "You ain't getting rid of me Ryan Michael. Hell yes I will marry you." I squealed as he got to his feet, picked me up and spun me around. He placed a long, deep kiss on my lips while photos snapped all around us.
I couldn't believe that after everything we had been through together, we had finally reached this point. I was engaged to the love of my life.
"Say that again." I said, practically floating off of the floor.
"I'd rather go to bed with my beautiful fiancée." He grinned again.
"God I love it when you call me that."
"Probably not as much as I love saying it."
"Wanna bet?" I asked with a teasing smirk.
However exhausted Ryan may have been, it was either quickly forgotten, or perhaps like me, he had gotten his second win as he wrapped me in his arms, kissing me deeply. As I was pressed flush against him, I could feel just how hard he was. I had been on the verge of asking if by going to bed, he meant to sleep, but now I knew otherwise.
Clothing was shed along the way, leaving a trail from the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom, where we were now standing in nothing but our underwear. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my panties and let them fall to the floor while he did the same.
My breath hitched in my throat, as it always did when I looked at him. His body was beautiful. Lean, yet strong. Well muscled, but not overly muscled.
Since I was not the one who just drove an exhausting 400 mile race, it felt like the perfect time for me to take control. I didn't hesitate for a second before pushing him back onto the bed. I licked my lips at the sight laid out before me. He looked relaxed, except for his hard cock standing proudly at attention. He was all mine for the taking.
I straddled his hips and brushed a lock of wavy hair off of his forehead. "I love you." I murmured against his lips before pressing mine to them. With one hand, I took his cock and rubbed it against my slick folds then lined him up with my entrance. I lowered my hips allowing him to fill me.
I set a slow pace, wanting to savor this moment and allow for a strong build up as his cock hit me in all the right places.
"So beautiful." He whispered, as his hands cupped my breasts. He made me feel beautiful. I was no longer ashamed of my body. I no longer cared that parts of it were fake and scarred. I had the love of my life beneath me...my fiancé...the man I was going to marry looking into my eyes with so much love as his hands worshiped my body. How could I ever feel ashamed?
I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, feeling his tongue tangle with mine as he placed both hands on my hips urging me to pick up my tempo. My walls contracted around him as I felt the heat building in my core, his tip teasing my g-spot and pelvic bone caressing my clit with every movement of my hips against his.
I covered his hands that were on my hips with mine, linking my fingers with his, then removed them from my hips and placed them over his head, holding them there, wanting to resume control. I wanted to drag this out.
He didn't seem to take my hint as he started thrusting up into me. Fuck it felt so good, but I didn't want this to be over too soon. "Slow baby." I whispered against his lips.
"Mmmm. You feel so good." He murmured.
I rotated my hips in a slow circle in a way I knew drove him wild. Fuck...it drove me wild.
I kept up the slow pace as the pressure built and built, finally to the point where I was ready to go off the edge.
A sharp snap of my hips had him writhing on the bed beneath me as my walls gripped him tightly. Hearing the deep, sexy moan escape his lips fueled my desire. This was going to be explosive.
It only took a few swivels of my hips to feel the quivering in my thighs and for the heat to consume me. His cock twitched inside me and his breathing became more erratic. My clit was pulsing and my walls clenching before my orgasm washed over me like a wave peaking and cresting, then finally ebbing away.
Feeling his warm seed shoot inside of me set off a chain of mini spasms that had me shaking and quivering until I finally collapsed onto him in a heap, feeling as limp as a rag doll.
Explosive indeed. I didn't want to move.
I took several moments of laying there panting before I could feel his cock softening inside of me.
"We're about to make a mess." He chuckled.
Indeed we were. I personally didn't feel like stripping off the sheets and replacing them, and I certainly didn't feel like sleeping in the wet spot, so I reluctantly released him and climbed out of bed, making my way to the bathroom to grab a towel.
After cleaning myself up I went back into the bedroom and handed Ryan a towel. He cleaned up as well, then grabbed my hand, tugging me back onto the bed.
"God I love you." He said, crashing his lips to mine. I figured both of us would have wiped out at this point, but no, the kiss led to a heated make out session that had him rolling us over until he was now on top, and to my utter surprise, he was hard again.
This time, I let him take control, and there was nothing slow about it as he pounded into me, fucking me hard and deep. I loved every second of it as I came hard, screaming out his name mixed with curses and praises.
His release was as explosive as mine and finally spent, we rolled over panting from exhaustion.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, once I caught my breath enough to finally speak.
"Like the weight of the world has finally been taken off of my shoulders. I feel like I can actually breathe again." He replied with a soft smile. "I never want to go through a race that stressful ever again, but I'm glad it's over and the fact that I have you here with me now, wearing my ring makes it all worth it. I can't wait to marry you."
"I don't want to wait to get married. I don't need a long engagement or a big, fancy wedding. I just need you. If it weren't for me, we would probably already be married. I fucked everything up so bad. I cost us so much time and I can never apologize enough for that." I said, tearing up.
"Bree stop. I thought we moved past this. I understand why you did what you did, and I forgave you a long time ago. I don't want to ruin this by rehashing everything that happened, so you need to let it go baby."
"Okay." I replied, choking back tears and snuggling against him tighter. "I don't want to waste another moment. Life is short, so we have to make the most of every little bit of it. I meant it when I said I want to get married as soon as possible. After the season ends of course."
"Is November soon enough?" He grinned.
"Three months? Yep. I can work with that. Although I'd marry you right now, at this moment, if I could."