Feel My Love (8 page)

Chapter 15

Brynn

I’m a bit
too dazed by what just happened with Ryan to even think about who could be at my front door.  When I open it, I’m greeted by shoulder length brown hair, tanned, tattooed arms and a perfect smile with a hint of a lip ring. 

Drew
.
 

Shit, I forgot I told him to come over today for our hook up, but I don’t think that’s possible now.  I’m not sure what’s going to happen between Ryan and me, but I’m actually looking forward to a possible relationship, instead of running from the idea like I normally do. 

“Hey guitar hero, how are you?”  He starts walking into the house and puts his arms out so that he can hug me, but I side step his open arms and look away from him.  “What’s going on superstar?  Are we gonna get it on, or what?”  Drew says with furrowed brows.

“I can’t, Drew.  I have company and I was actually thinking that you and I need to quit while we’re ahead and stop sleeping together.”
Drew’s brows pull together and I can see the vein in his neck getting thicker and his face is turning red. 

“What the fuck, Brynn? I thought what we had
here was going well.” Drew spits out.  I hear Ryan coming out of my bedroom, so I turn to find him in just his cargo shorts and no shirt, his chiseled chest exposed and a perfectly shaped v above his shorts, walking up beside me and putting his arm around my waist. 

“Problem, Brynnie?” Ryan asks, looking at Drew like he wants to punch him.
  Drew has a built upper body, but he’s not as built as Ryan and Ryan has about two or three inches in height on Drew.  “No, I’m good, thanks.” I say, trying not to salivate at the sight of Ryan without his shirt on. 

“
This guy, Brynn?  Really?“ Drew says, hiking his thumb toward Ryan.  “How many other guys are you fucking along with him and me?” Drew says. I instantly smack him across his left cheek, the sound echoing in my ears.  I have told Drew on many different occasions that we were never exclusive and that this could end at any time, but I never sleep with more than one guy at a time. 

“How dare you, Drew” I
say, rubbing my right hand, which is now stinging like crazy. “I think you need to leave now” I tell him, pointing to his beat up black Honda behind him. “Fuck this.  You weren’t that great a lay anyway.” Drew says, a perfect pink outline of my hand is starting to develop on his cheek, and he turns to walk back to his car.

I turn to
ward Ryan who is keeping his cool pretty well, even though his face is bright red and his hand has tightened on my hip.

I pat Ryan’s hand to tell him that I’m okay and also hoping he’ll loosen the death grip he has on my hip, which he does.  As soon as Ryan looks down at me and
tightly smiles, Drew turns around and yells “Fuck you, Brynn.  You’re a fucking cock teasing bitch!”  Ryan doesn’t take this statement very well.  He opens the front door wide and then runs full speed right at Drew.  As soon as they are a few feet from each other, Ryan punches Drew on the left side of his face, just above where I smacked him, and Drew falls to the pavement. 

Ryan kneels down next to Drew and whispers something to him that I can’t hear.  Drew
grits his teeth, nods his head once and then gets up slowly, watching to see if Ryan is going to make a move on him again, and then walks quickly to his car.

Ryan starts walking back to me as soon as Drew’s car is out of my driveway.  He has a very serious scowl on his face and he’s flexing his hands open and closed. 
“Is he your boyfriend, Brynn?” Ryan points back at the direction that Drew’s car just left in. 

“No, of course
he’s not.  I told you earlier I haven’t had a boyfriend since Jake.  We’ve just slept together on a few occasions.  It was never anything serious and he knew it.”  Ryan doesn’t speak, just nods his head and looks down to the ground, seeming to calm down. 

“What did you say to him, Ryan?”  I ask.  “Nothing worth repeating, I just basically told him that he is never to talk to you like that again.  I know you have to work with that asshole, but if he ever talks to you like that again, you let me know, okay.”  Ryan says, stepping inside and closing the door. 

I just nod and look down at his right hand, where his knuckles are starting to swell.  “Do you need an ice pack or anything?” I ask.  Ryan looks at his hand and nods before making his way to a bar stool at the island. 

“I’m sorry you had to hear that, and that you had to punch him.” I
say, feeling really bad as I watch Ryan wince when I put the ice pack on his swelling knuckles.

“Don’t feel bad baby.  I will punch anyone who talks to my girl like that.” Ryan’s smirks and looks into my eyes.  “You’re girl, huh?  When did this happen and why wasn’t I informed?”  I
say, teasing with Ryan, but then feeling bad when his smile starts to fade. 

“I’m kidding with you, Ry.  Do you really want me to be your girl?”
Ryan just looks at me in disbelief and then looks down at the ice pack.  “Of course I want you to be mine, Brynn.  I’ve wanted you to be mine since we were kids.” 

I smile and after a minute of letting him sweat, say “I’d love to be your girl, if that’s what you really want.” Ryan looks back up at me and has an enormous smile plastered on his face. “But,” I say “if you really want me, you have to plan on keeping me.  I don’t know if I can take not having you in my life a second time.” 

Ryan stands and walks swiftly around the island toward me, then bends and plants a kiss on my lips.  “I promise you baby, I will never let you get away from me again.  I want you forever” he says and then gives me a long, deep kiss.

Chapter 16

Ryan

The only other time I have been this happy was when my girls were born.  The moment Brynn
says she would be mine, I thought my face was going to split in two from smiling so wide.  I stop kissing her long enough to look into her beautiful blue eyes; then I glance down to see her in that purple robe and remember that she was naked under it. 

I
grin wickedly as I recall her toned little body and all of those hot tattoos all over which gets me ready for round two really quickly.  “What’s with that look?” Brynn asks with her brows drawn together.  I untie the sash on the robe, and then pull it apart so that I could run my hands all over her soft body. 

Leaning in to kiss her, I
say “I just can’t stop thinking about how damn sexy you are and how badly I want to be inside you again.” Brynn smiles “I think that can be arranged.”  Her eyes twinkle and she leans in to kiss me.

The second my hands wrap
around her back and they start to roam down to her perfect ass, my phone rings.  I groan and think about not answering it, but it could be Becca telling me something about the girls, so I lift up a finger and reach into my pocket. 

Of course, it’s Kyle.  “Fuck” I mutter.  I should really be helping him with things for the wedding, he is the reason I came down here, but I don’t want to leave Brynn.  “Go ahead and answer it.  I’m going to mak
e some lunch for us” Brynn says, closing her robe and then leaning in to give me a swift kiss before walking to her fridge. 

I slide the green bar on my phone to answer it and then say “Hey man, what’s up?” I’m
waiting to hear the teasing I’m going to get because I didn’t make it back to the hotel last night.  “Hey douche, where the hell are you?  You never came back to the hotel after you were done talking to Brynn last night” Kyle huffs. 

“I think you just answered your own question” I say, then wait while Kyle thinks it over.  After almos
t a minute of silence, Kyle yells “Oh shit, you went home with Brynn, didn’t you?”

I smile “Yeah, I did.”

“So, did you finally get your ass laid?” Kyle jokes.  “Fuck off, Kyle.  I’m not going to talk to you about this.” I say, knowing he wants to know more, but I refuse to talk to him about Brynn. She isn’t just some random one night stand; I’m keeping her forever.

“Holy shit” Kyle says with amazement in his voice, “You did get laid.  It’s about time you and Brynn did it. 
I never thought that would happen.”  “Shut it, Kyle.  Why did you really call?”  I know I’m being a dick now, but I want to get off the phone and get inside Brynn again. 

“Well asshat, we have the
rehearsal dinner in a few hours and I need some help getting some things taken over to the reception hall in the hotel.  Most of the other guys are pretty hung over from last night and can’t get up, let alone help me take things over there.  Can you help a brother out?”  I sigh and run my hand over my short hair.  I really want to be with Brynn, but Kyle is my best friend and I’m a groomsman, so I should be helping him out. 

“Yeah, yeah I can be there for you, man. I’ll be there soon.”  I say, looking up at Brynn but her back is turned to me, so I don’t know if she’s upset or not.  “Cool, thanks Ry.  See you soon.” Kyle says before hanging up.

I put my phone back into my pocket and walk over towards Brynn, who is now making us sandwiches.  I stand behind her and put my arms around her small waist. She stops cutting a tomato to put her hands on mine and leans her head back against my chest.  I kiss the side of her neck and listen to her hum. 

“So, you have to get going then?” she finally says and turns her head to look at me.  She doesn’t look upset, but the tone of her question tells me she’s a bit disappointed.  “Yeah, I’m sorry baby, but Kyle needs some help getting stuff set up before the rehearsal dinner tonight.  I guess the other guys got a
little too trashed last night and can’t help him out.”  I kiss her temple softly and rub my hands on her sides. 

“It’s no big deal, Ry.”  Brynn says, “I have to do a bit of work today anyway.  I’m about a week ahead of where I should be with this project, but I have about three more lined up as soon as this one is finished.  The quicker I get it done, the better.” 

Brynn lets go of my arms and goes back to making lunch.  “Do you have time to eat a sandwich, or do you want it on the go?” she asks. “Are you kidding?” I say, jokingly “I always have time to eat a five star lunch with my girl.”  She chuckles and lightly smacks my arm before we sit down at her kitchen island to eat our sandwiches.

Chapter 17

Brynn

I spent ten minutes trying to get Ryan to leave my house so he could go help with Kyle’s wedding,
only to have him call me on while he was walking to the hotel.  “I’m so glad I remembered to get your number before I left,” Ryan says “I never would have heard from you again if I hadn’t.” 

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see it; he’s
always been so damned dramatic.  “Yeah, since you have no idea where I live or work, it would be almost impossible for you to ever find me.” 

“God Brynn, you have no idea how much I have missed your smart ass comments” Ryan says with a smile in his voice.  I laugh and am about ready to make another smart ass remark when Ryan says “What are you doing?” 

“I’m sitting on my couch doing some work before I have to get ready to go to the bar for some more work tonight.”  I say, opening a new program on my computer.

Ryan clears his throat and then says “Can I come see you at work tonight after I finish with rehearsal dinner? I don’t want that douche
guitar player to give you any more trouble.”  I inwardly sigh, forgetting that I have to work with Drew tonight, and then say “Of course you can come down to the bar.  You are always welcome to come down; and don’t worry about Drew.  I doubt there will be any trouble tonight. That’s the only job he has and I’m sure he doesn’t want to lose it.” 

“Good to hear.  I’d hate to have to beat his ass, again.” Ryan starts to snicker after he says this, but then clears his throat. “Hey
, Brynnie?”

“Yes Ryan?” I say, giving just a hint of snarky.

“Since tomorrow is Saturday and it’s Kyle’s wedding, do you think you could come to the wedding with me as my date?” Ryan sounds a bit nervous for my answer, which makes it that much more adorable. 

I smile and say “Of course I’ll come as your date.  I’d do anything for my man, but I’ll have to be at the bar by eight for work. Will that work?” 

“Yeah that should be fine.  It’s an early afternoon wedding so I’m sure it will be either almost over or completely over by the time you have to be at work” Ryan says.  He talks to me until he gets to his hotel room and then the phone call is overrun by Kyle’s voice in the background making obscene comments about Ryan and me “finally doing it”.  When we finally hang up, I don’t have a lot of time to get any work done on the website I am designing before I have to start getting ready to go to the bar.

T
wo hours later I walk into the bar and see Tommy and Happy on stage getting ready for the night, but see no sign of Drew.  I walk up the steps to the stage and, after telling my band mates’ hello, I go about making a playlist for the night and tuning my ukulele. 

That’s
when Drew finally walks in, twenty minutes late.  His left eye is swollen and purple and he will not make eye contact with me.  Tommy finally notices and says, “Hey man, what the hell happened to your eye?” 

Drew just shakes his head
, his long brown hair getting in his eyes, and says “I got sucker punched by some asshole when he thought I slept with his bitch.”  Tommy’s lips turn up into a smirk and he questions “Well Drew, did you sleep with his bitch?”

I narrow my eyes at the bac
k of Drew’s head, hoping it would spontaneously combust when he pushes his hair away from his eyes and says “Yeah, I slept with her, but she didn’t belong to that douche bag when I did.”  I shake my head and go back to tuning my ukulele, ignoring Drew.

A few hours into our night, I see Ryan walk through the door to the outdoor bar and I smile at him.  He smiles back, knowing that I see him, and then puckers his lips at me like he’s going to kiss me.   A few minutes later, I think that Drew see’s Ryan at the bar because I hear a loud “FUCK” come from behind me while I’m singing “Love
Shack” by the B-52’s with Tommy. 

There are no other problems throughout the night other than Drew speeding up the tempo of a few songs and causing the rest of us to lose our beat momentarily.  Normally, when it comes to the last song of the night, I play it by myself and let the other band members get out before the crowd of the club
overtakes the exits, so I decide to sit down at my piano. 

“This last song of the night” I say pressing a few keys to find my starting notes “is a pretty little ditty by a
very talented girl named Sara Bareilles called “Gravity”. Hope you like it.” I close my eyes while I sing and play the piano, feeling every note and putting all of my emotion into the song.   When I finish, I finally hear people cheering and whistling, then shuffling either to the bar or out of the door.  One of the bartenders turns on some radio tunes, since the bar is open another hour after the band finishes playing.

I
turn my head and see Ryan with a big smile, standing at the bottom of the steps, waiting for me to come down from the stage. I stand and make my way to the end of the stage and practically jump into his arms; he’s so stunned, he almost doesn’t catch me.  Ryan laughs and then gives me a quick peck on the lips. 

“Wow baby. What got into you tonight?” he says.  “Well, hopefully you’ll be getting into me tonight” I say, winking at him and giving him a sly smile.  Ryan just groans and tightens his grip on my waist. 

On our way out, I turn and give a small wave to Kara who’s standing behind the bar.  She looks confused, but then smiles when she sees that I’m happy to be with Ryan.  Even though I told her how much he hurt me when I left home, she also knew just how much I had loved him and wished I could have been with him.  I’ve told her on more than one occasion that I stopped dating other men because they just weren’t Ryan, and Kara never judged me for it.  She just told me I was a hopeless romantic and that one day I would find what I was looking for.  Today was that day, I guess.

Ryan and I walked home slowly, holding hands and talking about how our days had gone while we were apart.
  “You know, you have an amazing singing voice, Brynn.  Have you ever thought of just singing for a living?” Ryan asked.  “You mean like working for a record label and making CD’s?” I say while I’m looking at the sidewalk while we head to my house; Ryan just nods. 

“Well, I’ve had a few different people from pretty well known record labels approach me and ask me to come
and sing for them, but as much as touring the world while doing something I love should appeal, I like the idea of having a home that I can come back to each night and relax, and I think that I would grow to hate singing if I were singing the same songs all the time and traveling constantly. I like where my life is at right now and I’m not looking to change that any time soon.” 

I look over to Ryan and notice that his brows are pulled together and he looks a bit sad. “What’s the matter?” I ask. 

“Uh, nothing.  Don’t worry about it.” He gives me a half smile and then looks down at the ground. 

I can see by the look on his face right now that he’s worried about where we are going to go with this new relationship
since we live in two different states, but I’m not sure I want to talk about it right now, either.  We’re finally connecting again, and getting into a fight about how this will work isn’t what either of us needs right now.

We walk through
my front door and before I can even fully push the front door closed, Ryan picks me up, gripping his hands around the tops of my thighs so I can wrap my legs around his waist, and pushes my back against the wall. 

His face is next to mine, our foreheads touching, but he’s not kissing me; just looking into my eyes with love and peacefulness in his own eyes shining back at me.  “I love you, Brynnie.  I want to make sure that you know just how much I love you.”
 

I open my mouth to tell him that I love him too, but he takes the opportunity to slam his lips into mine and kiss me furiously.  His fingers tighten on my thighs and then move up to squeeze my ass.  I groan and close my eyes while Ryan is grinding against me.  The friction from his jeans and my shorts feels amazing, but I want more from him. 

“I need you inside me right now” I say, leaning into his ear.  He doesn’t answer, but one hand leaves my thigh and I hear a zipper being pulled down, then his pants falling to the floor and then Ryan is swiftly putting my feet on the ground and undoing my shorts.  He makes short work of removing my shorts and panties and as quickly as he put me down he’s picking me back up and placing my back against the wall again. 

He uses all of his lower body strength to keep me pinned against the wall while he leans his torso away from me to rip of
f his shirt and then mine.

With his hands
back on my ass, he lowers my body and slides himself into me.  For a moment neither of us moves, we just sit still and stare into each other’s eyes.  Finally, I start to lift myself and we both get into a rhythm.  It starts off slow and loving, but after our kisses get quicker and rougher, our movements follow; me grinding down on him and smiling when he groans. 

I feel my body tighten and then I explode, screaming Ryan’s name and clutching to his neck.  I feel Ryan pump into me a few more times, then go rigid and grunt
before he whispers my name.  Instead of putting me onto the ground, he walks the few steps over to the couch and sits down, with me straddling him, while we catch our breath.  I finally pull my head off of his shoulder and look into his eyes and say “I love you, too.”