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Yours, Mine, and Ours or The Van Helsing Stake	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I am covered in Ryan Dallion right now. It’s fan-fucking-tastic. And what *was* that insane orgasm that I just had? It’s still hanging on in quiet waves that make my toes tingle.
          “And I love you.” Ryan responds, engaging me in another fabulous kiss. Did I mention that I *love* the way he kisses? Probably. It doesn’t make it any less true. We lay like this a while; him still inside and all over me as we just kiss each other. Life is so deliciously marvelous.
          The world is still shimmering with rainbow light. Vampire blood amazes me. Who knew? Is this the way vampires feel all the time? What a magnificent way to live, if it is the case. I could live a thousand years easily if I experienced this wonderful sense of being constantly.
          Eventually Ryan slips out of me but we continue to kiss and hold each other on these delicious feeling sheets in this most comfortable bed. His skin feels so smooth under my fingertips. I break our kiss and trace his bicep with my index finger, “You’re right, that *was* really fun.” I laugh.
          “Micki, I have a question.” Ryan begins.
          “What?”
          “Why aren’t we listening to music right now?” he finishes, booping my nose.
          “I don’t know, why aren’t we?” I laugh, then notice the giant jetted tub in the corner. Oh, fuck yes.
          “Ryan, I have a question.” I bait him as he flips through the dial of the clock radio on the nightstand.
          “Yes?” He lands on a station playing Peter Gabriel’s “Shock the Monkey” and looks at me.
          “Why aren’t we taking a bath in that incredibly awesome tub over there?” I ask him, making my way over to him and smacking his cute little butt.
          He yelps, then laughs at me, “That is a really good question.”
          I leap off the bed and cross to the tub, putting the plug in and running the water, making sure the temperature is just hot enough for soaking, but not hot enough to scald. I rummage around in my things and find my vanilla scented bath oil, adding a liberal amount to the tub that’s slowly filling with water.
          The song fades out and The Cure’s “Why Can’t I Be You?” starts to play and Ryan jumps up and down excitedly, “This song’s about you!” He exclaims, pointing at me, “You’re so gorgeous I’ll do anything, I’ll kiss you from your feet to where your head begins…” Ryan sings in his best Robert Smith falsetto, dancing along to the song spasmodically.
          I double over in laughter, “Have you always been this fucking silly?”
          “Everything you do is quite angelic, so whyyyy, can’t III be youuu?” Ryan continues in his Robert Smith impersonation, pinching at my waist as he dances, “C’mon Micki, you know me. How long have we lived together now?” he kids me, that delicious dimpled grin gracing his adorable face.
          “Well, I do know that you love The Cure, among other college rock favorites.” I smile, poking him in the stomach, “What do you think, bubbles or no bubbles?”
          “No bubbles. It already has jets.” Ryan responds, kissing my nose and singing “You’re simply elegant” as the song completes itself.
          “Did you see where my hairbrush ended up?” I ask him as I scan the room.
          “Pam dropped it by the couch, I think.” Ryan answers me, travelling over to the living room area. He finds it halfway under the back of the couch and practically skips back over to me to put it in my hand and smack me a kiss on my cheek.
          I pull one of my hair ties off the end of my brush, slip it on my wrist, and begin twisting my hair up on the top of my head in a bun. I remember the water and rush over to the tub, shutting off the tap quickly now that the tub is mostly full. I wrap the hair tie around the knot I’ve twisted on my head and look at Ryan, who has followed close behind and is standing next to me. “And yet another super awesome fun activity.” I say as we step into this deliciously warm water that shimmers with oil, “Would you do the honors and activate the jets, good sir?”
          We sit down slowly, sinking into the silky water, and Ryan hits the button that’s located near the faucet area. The water in the tub ignites with activity, rushing all over us. We both emit little moans of pleasure. Oh wow, this is beyond awesome. Roxy Music’s “More Than This” starts playing and Ryan laughs, “This couldn’t *be* more perfect right now.”
          I crawl onto his lap in the water and kiss him, “*Now* it couldn’t be more perfect.” I correct him, sliding the slippery water over his shoulders with my roaming hands. His arms wrap around my waist and hug me close as the water rushes around us, our kiss intensifying as the song practically reverberates through me. Have I ever enjoyed music this much? I know this song is one of Ryan’s favorites, but in the moment, it’s mine too. It’s just heartachingly beautiful.
          Just like this heavenly moment in time.
          “In retrospect, I’m *really* glad that Eric got us the honeymoon suite.” Ryan murmurs giddily against my lips.
          “I couldn’t agree more” comes my response wrapped in another kiss. Ooh, this is so soothing…the water, the music, him. I’m just enveloped in such loving splendor. Like we’re smack dab in the middle of the womb of the blessed mother.
          And his skin! Did I mention that it’s just glittering with this gold dust that’s utterly preternatural? I can’t help but be fascinated by it, even though his kisses are taking up most of my attention. What a day of revelations. Vampire secrets. Ryan telling me that he loves me. Me responding in kind. It’s all very dizzying. Also, I can’t get over his smell. Even through the vanilla scented bathwater, the yummy musky-masculine scent bleeds through, encompassing me within all of its wonderful.
          The song changes to one I’m not familiar with, but Ryan laughs into my mouth as he recognizes it immediately. He’s sing/talking along, “Baby, my goodness, you are the baddest mermaid I seen around here in years.” He laughs as he runs a finger along my jawline.
          “What is this one?” I laugh, intoxicated by the beat and relevance of the music.
          “Parliament. (You’re a fish and I’m A) Water Sign.” Ryan answers me, singing, “I want to be, on the same side of loving you, let’s go swimming, the water’s fine…”
          “Very appropriate.” I giggle, kissing the gold dust skin on his chest, slowly trailing north.
          “I want to have, a liquid love affair, let’s go spawning, it’s mating time…” Ryan sings along as I occupy myself with sucking on this magnificent smelling golden sparkly skin on his neck. His hands make a slow, deliberate travail over my shoulders, back, legs, slowly moving from my back to my front. Oh wow, that feels good. His hands are a goddamned miracle. I kiss my way back up his chin, and he laughs into my mouth as our lips meet again. “How are you even softer?” he marvels at me, his hands sliding up my stomach.
          “Oily water, silly.” I point out at the rainbow slick that dances on the rushing water.
          “Holy wowzers, that looks cool.” Ryan awes as we both get hypnotized temporarily. He’s right. It’s really cool, the way the rainbows are playing on the whorls of water around us.
          Not as cool as his golden skin, though.
          I allow myself the ability to marvel at it as I re-engage his face with mine, running my thumb over a glittering dimple, “You’re literally sparkling, Ryan.” I laugh.
          He barks out a laugh, “So are you! It’s just enhancing your gorgeousness right now, honestly.” Ryan admits, “Not like you needed any more help.” He rubs his nose against mine and I feel him expand under me in his lap. Mmm. Vampire blood must make one bounce back a little quicker than what is normally humanly possible. His lips find mine again and his roving hand is now firmly caressing my left breast, the other slung around my waist and holding me to him. I move my hands under the water as I slide them down his back, moving my right in a teasing trail across his waist and down to his rising member, shifting in his lap a bit for better access. I caress it softly with the backs of my fingers and Ryan sucks in a breath into our kiss, almost stealing the air out of my lungs.
          “Sweet holy fuck, that feels good.” Ryan whispers, gifting me with a deeper kiss as my hand wraps around his shaft. I begin moving it slowly up and down and he groans into my lips. He was talking about how soft I am before…well he’s practically silken. The smoothest of skin encasing steel. My grip tightens and I will my wrist to increase the pace as fast as I can underwater, engaging my arm in my efforts. Ryan moans at this, breaking our kiss as his face tilts skyward and his eyes roll into the back of his head. “Je-e-sus.” He pants out. I can’t help but smile as I lean my head down slightly to kiss at his collarbone, maintaining the as-fast-as-I’m-gonna-go pace with my hand and adding my thumb in to caress the head of his penis on the upstroke. “You really are just the best thing on the planet.” He compliments in a ragged voice.
          I giggle a little at this, kissing up the side of his golden neck, “Another very fun activity.” I purr into his ear and bite softly on his earlobe. I feel his body start to tremble and this notches up my glee. He is so very beautiful. My glowing, gorgeous man. The water swirls around his chest, rainbows glancing off the peaks and waves and I find myself in wonder at how easy this all is. My hand would start getting tired by now, if this were a normal, not vampire blood fueled day. But it’s not.
          We are in the heights of extraordinary.
          Magnificence.
          I take him in as his body shudders under me and his dick expands slightly in my palm. His moans are growing in volume and his face is what can only be described as overcome with pure ecstasy. He sinks a little into the water, resting his head on the edge of the tub and taking me with him as the water level on our bodies rises. I realize the radio is still on as he lets out a supremely contented sigh and kisses me squarely on the mouth, his body still slightly vibrating against mine.
          “That was miraculous.” Ryan awes, hugging me closer, “Man, that protection spell that Jack did must have been a whopper.”
          I laugh at this, wrapping my arms around his neck as he sits back up, “Yeah, he really went Over the Top, didn’t he?”
          The Cure’s “Just Like Heaven” starts playing on the station after the commercial break and Ryan starts guffawing in post-orgasmic laughter. It’s beyond adorable. “What is this radio station? And in Shreveport, Louisiana, no less?” he wonders through tears of laughter.
          “The Coincidental Radio Hour.” I joke and we both dissolve in laughter. This is definitely the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Probably for him, too. Our lives are just so serious most of the time. It’s incredibly refreshing to be able to let loose like this. And this water feels just stunningly good. Not to mention that his body is so warm against mine and I revel in its comfort. Why did we wait until now to begin engaging in this way? To think of all that lost time…well, no matter. I am in the now, and now is good. Our giggles start to calm down as we begin kissing again. I *love* his mouth. The way he uses just the right amount of pressure and the teasing way his tongue connects with mine; I could just get lost in this for days.
          “Just fucking delicious.” Ryan murmurs as his mouth moves down my chin and neck. He shifts me to where my back is against the wall of the tub, moving his lips teasingly across the area of my upper chest, and I am overcome with arousal. Everything ratchets up to eleven when his beautiful mouth reaches my right breast and begins to suckle. I can’t help it. I start purring again. Ryan laughs against my breast, lifting his head momentarily, “You *are* just the prettiest little cat.” He attempts a Pam-like drawl, then focuses his attentions on the opposite breast, sucking hard and slow as his hands grip my waist under the water. I occupy mine with playing with the hair on the back of his head as I just shudder with pleasure.
          I’m not even in this dimension anymore. I am in some glowing state of absolute bliss. I know I’m purring again, even though I am barely aware of it. He’s just fucking perfect. Perfect and beautiful and I love him.
          “Mmmmicki, I want to try something.” Ryan utters as he pulls away from my breast and looks up at me.
          “What’s that?” I breathe out, coming slightly back to reality. My body still thrums with arousal.
          “I want to see how long I can hold my breath underwater.” Ryan smiles, leaning up to kiss my mouth then sucking in a breath and diving below the rushing surface. Suddenly, his mouth is on me and I have to grip the wall of the tub with my hands at the sensation. Hello, new aspect of pleasure. He finds my clitoris, giving it the most glorious attention and I can’t help but moan loudly. Oh, this is amazing. A few more seconds go by and then he’s popping up out of the water, gasping for air. He looks like some delicious sea creature with his hair plastered wetly on his head, water streaming down his face in oily rainbows.
          “Personal best, but I can do better.” Ryan smiles as he catches his breath. Before I know it, he’s smacking a wet kiss on my lips, then sucking in a giant breath and re-submerging under the waves. Oh wow. He found my clitoris immediately and just started sucking hard. My grip on the tub’s wall tightens as the feeling of this is deliciously overwhelming. Every inch of my skin tingles with outstanding pleasure. Merciful mother, he’s talented. I really enjoyed his cunning linguist skills earlier in the bed, but there is always something extra when you just add water. Soon he’s coming up for air again and gracing me with his golden face. This reminds me that this is Ryan and I doing this together, which excites me even further. “Best two out of three.” Ryan chuckles, sucking in another breath and diving back in.
          Oh, this give and take is driving me wild. He seems to be intensely kissing me down there currently and I feel a bolt of shattering pleasure that forces an ear-splitting moan out of my throat. I’m not coming yet, but I am insanely close. My body is shuddering at the onset. His head pops out of the water again. He takes me in, gasping for breath, “Oh, I’m not done.” He wheezes, then inhales loudly and is back under the water and suckling on my clitoris.
          My orgasm begins almost immediately, coming in a slow rolling wave that begins in my center and radiates outward. I hang on to the tub for dear life as I yell loudly, still incredibly overwhelmed by how powerful orgasms on vampire blood can be. Ryan maintains his kiss downstairs as long as he can before emerging from the waves. He is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe he just did that wonderful thing to me and is making me feel so good right now. I run my fingers through the hair on the top of his head, ruffling the wet strands as I gaze into his blessed face. “Oh my *God*, Ryan.” I manage out, just awed.
          “That was a really fun activity. You taste pretty good underwater.” Ryan smiles at me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he maintains his position in front of me, dimples glinting in the light, “And you look so sexy right now, too.”
          I can’t help but kiss him again after that, moving back into his lap in the center of the tub as his arms on my waist pull me closer to him. My chest crushes against his as our embrace escalates in passion. Mmm, he just feels so good. So, so good. One of his hands moves up my back to slowly grab my shoulder as my arms rest gently on his shoulders with my hands grasping the back of his head and neck.
          I really wish I could just freeze this moment in time. Everything about it is perfect. I am enamored by the way he is kissing me. It’s just glorious. Like a beautiful song. Speaking of coincidental music, Berlin’s “Sex, I’m a…” starts playing and we burst out laughing into our lip-lock.
          “Do the radio people know what we’re doing, Ryan?” I giggle.
          “It seems so, Micki.” He chuckles back, “Should we get out soon? I’m starting to prune up.”
          I have to admit that I am also getting rather pruny as well, “Back to bed?” I ask him as we stand in the tub and slosh over to the shelf that holds a few hotel towels.
          “You read my mind.” He laughs, quoting Beetlejuice, “So few people are able to read my mind.”
          We step out of the tub, drying ourselves quickly and leaving the towels in a heap on the tile. Ryan advances to me and scoops me up into a fireman’s carry in his arms. I give a surprised laugh as he carries us quickly toward the bed, depositing me on the mattress and crawling on top of me. Mmm, mmm, just delicious. He caresses my lips with his and I am adoring feeling him everywhere. He’s all over me again and it’s wonderful. I am entranced by his loving nature. “You feel so good.” I breathe against his lips still brushing mine.
          Ryan’s hand grabs the side of my face as his mouth envelopes mine in an electric kiss. Our bodies practically meld together and I can’t help but laugh as I feel his erection growing against my abdomen. “Vampire blood is incredible.” Ryan laughs in explanation, grinding a little against me. Mmm. I lead one of his hands down to my vagina and he presses his fingers against it, “Holy shit, you’re wet.” He says this like it’s a revelation.
          “Vampire blood is incredible.” I repeat, drawing him into another kiss. His fingers continue to work at me, making me feel just phenomenal. He truly does have magic hands. I suck his tongue a little in my mouth when he hits that special secret spot, my hands grasping desperately at his back of glittering golden marvel. Oh, he’s just some sort of spectacle of the remarkable variety. I’m feeling close to orgasm already. But honestly, if I think about it, just the fact that *he’s* the one touching me like this is enough to send me over. I continue to wonder at all of this as I kiss Ryan’s mouth and sink into a sea of orgasmic bliss. A flash fire of euphoric sensation rushes throughout my body. “Oh, Ryan.” I moan out, breaking our kiss momentarily and sucking on his bottom lip. Mmm, I just want to eat him up. He kisses me with an intensity that’s utterly intoxicating.
          Ryan’s fingers keep going until the very last traces of my mind-blowing orgasm makes its exit. I am impressed with his considerate nature. It feels like Ryan is doing what he’s doing to me because he genuinely wants to. It’s incredibly sexy. Oh, I just want to devour him. I garner all of my strength and flip us over so that he is lying under me and just start kissing that brilliant golden skin all over.
          “Mmm, I like this.” Ryan chuckles as I kiss my way across his stomach. God, his smell. I could just live in it forever. I reach his practically perfect penis in my expedition and am slightly hypnotized by the soft, glittering flesh standing at attention.
          I breathe on it slightly, crouching down and resting my body against his legs, “And yet another fun activity.” I muse before taking him into my mouth. I adore the way he tastes. The essence matches the way he smells, which is just off the charts fantastic. He moans when I add suction and begin to move up and down. I gradually increase my pace as he pants above me. He’s so beautiful. One of his hands grasps mine as the other rests softly on the top of my head. I begin to shake my head back and forth slowly as I continue to move my mouth up and down his silken maleness.
          “Oh God, Micki.” Ryan groans out, “I need to be inside you. Please.”
          Hmm. I was really enjoying that, but I won’t deny his request. I sit up and hover over him, straddling his hips. “Is this what you want?” I ask as I rub against him.
          His hands grasp my hips and his hips buck into me, “Oh, fuck yes.”
          “Well, you did ask nicely.” I relent, poising his tip at my entrance. I sink down as his hips thrust up to meet mine, and am transported back to that glowing, blissful stratosphere. He’s gold dust perfection under me, just sparkling goodness. I place my hands on his resting on my hips and gaze down at him as we slowly move against each other. Oh, he’s so beautiful. And he feels *incredible*. I start circling my hips a little when our hips meet, which feels just marvelous, and he moves a little harder into me, going only slightly faster but it’s enough to feel insanely good. His facial expression flits from smiling awe to determination, and his eyes lock with mine when he catches me staring.
          “Goddammit, you glittering angel.” Ryan lets out in an exhale, thrusting increasing a little more and causing my head to roll back and a moan to rip from my throat.
          Oh man. This fabulous, iridescent plane of existence. It’s wonderful here.
          I move my hips a little faster and lean down, placing my hands on his chest to brace my increased actions, still circling on the downstroke and squeezing him when he’s all the way inside. Mmm, golden euphoria. And his face is incredibly sexy. He’s staring into my eyes with a small, open mouthed grin, panting with his efforts and digging his fingers a little deeper into my hips. I feel like I’m suspended in a cloud of pleasure. There’s a continual electric current coming from where our bodies join, and it’s tingling me right to the roots of my hair. My thighs tighten into his waist and I ratchet up my actions just a bit more, swiveling my hips and coming down on him even harder. Mmm, mercy me, this is inhumanly incredible. Ryan groans as his jaw goes slack and his eyes roll skyward and I can’t help but moan in response.
My palms slide up his chest to come down on either side of his head as I lean in for a kiss, crushing my mouth against his with the intense hunger I am feeling for him. Ryan responds avidly, using the grip on my hips to bring his head off the pillow to better lean into this luscious lip-lock and simultaneously engaging me in a powerful thrust that causes me to shiver.
Oh, I’m so close. Double that now that Ryan has overpowered me and flipped us so that he is back on top of me, just blanketing me with his gorgeous body. On his second thrust I feel it. Hard. My hands slide from his lower back to his ass, which I grab onto and squeeze as this napalm flash-fire of pleasure overtakes my entire being. He moves his lips from my mouth to my neck as the vibrations take over and I start moaning at top volume. I will never get over the intensity of this. And the fact that I’m exchanging these off-the-wall orgasms with Ryan just heightens it even more.
He continues moving against me as this lapping wave of satisfaction keeps going, his body starting to tremble slightly above me as he kisses his way back to my mouth. My moaning is muffled into our kiss as his pace increases and I feel the wave crest into another tsunami of pleasure as I am overcome with a second peak in this orgasm that never went away completely, but is now back with pleasant vengeance in full force. I quake under Ryan, my hands gripping his bottom hard to not completely fly away with this overwhelming feeling.
“Ooohhh, Micki.” Ryan groans, moving even faster as his body begins to *really* shake along with mine.
“Ohhhh, Ry-yan.” I moan back, still peaking, still on cloud infinity as I am racked with pleasing wonderful.
He’s bracing his hands on either side of my head and his face is right in front of mine, his glittering skin vibrating as his eyes catch with mine. I feel him swell inside of me, inserting an extra bit of pleasant sensation into my already deliciously long peak. I can’t help but moan in a sort of high-pitched wail, which he responds to with a loud moan of his own, his body stiffening and shuddering into mine as he shoves in all the way one last time.
Ryan kisses me as I just keep quivering under these waves of orgasmic bliss, this insane sensation of marvelous beauty hanging on and tinging every cell of my body. My hands slide up his back to grip onto his shoulders as my trembling lips respond to his intensely sweet kiss. The feeling is slowly receding, but I am still very high in the clouds. Oh, everything is just gorgeous.
I once again realize that the radio is still on, and I laugh inwardly at how the amount of gratification in our activities completely tuned it out. Sinead O’Connor’s “I Want Your Hands on Me” is playing and again we laugh at the coincidental nature of this radio station. My lips still tremble against his as I breathe out a giggle. Life is so fabulous. I love every bit of this.
My legs are just soaked in my arousal. I guide one of Ryan’s hands to my thigh and move it down the stream running down to my knee. He breaks our kiss, “Jesus Christ, Micki.” He laughs.
“Luckily this is a big bed.” I say, “We’re going to have one hell of a wet spot. I think I’m still coming a little.”
“I’m definitely feeling some aftershocks.” Ryan admits, giving me a short peck and slipping out of me, “Did you want me to grab you a towel?”
“Good idea.” I respond, raising my arms over my head in a satisfied stretch.
Ryan moves to the tub area and snags a towel, and soon he’s lovingly wiping down my thighs as I lean my head back into a purple satin pillow. Ryan tosses the towel aside when he finishes drying me off and crawls in next to me, taking me into his arms. Oh, he feels fantastic. “Dear lord, you are flawless.” He tells me, “I am so happy to be doing this with you.”
“Ditto.” I giggle, “To all of that.” My arms wrap around his neck as I press my body into his and kiss his lips.
The song switches to The Police’s “Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic” and Ryan laughs, “It’s relentless. This is crazy. The radio people keep reading my mind.”
“It is pretty spooky.” I agree, drawing him into another kiss. Mmm. Fantastic. He’s giving my back a massage as he works my muscles with his fingers. Fuck, that’s great. “You’re so good to me.” I smile against his mouth before he claims my mouth with his forcefully, fingers kneading into the knots in my shoulder blades.
I slide my hands from the back of his neck down to his shoulders and start pressing my fingers firmly into his golden flesh as our tongues continue to dance together. Mmm, majestic. Everything is majestic. That’s the word I was looking for. I locate a knot just as he finds one of mine and we both press down at the same time and emit little moans of delight. Ryan breaks our kiss, “Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” He says happily as I work the knot with my knuckles. He does the same to me and I melt. “I wonder how long we’re going to feel this way?” Ryan ponders.
“Eric said a long while, but what does that even mean?” I query further, “We did drink a lot of their blood.”
“I guess we have no other choice but to just go with it.” Ryan smiles at me, “At least we’re functioning, and not completely discombobulated. I can deal with a glowing, orgasmic world better than alcohol, anyway.”
“Mmm, you definitely are *functioning*.” I grin at him, raising an eyebrow and using my thumb to smooth down the mostly worked out knot on his shoulder, “But yeah, I am, too.”
“So, what’s the plan when we get back home?” Ryan smiles at me, rubbing harder at the knot in my shoulder blade and causing me to purr, “I love when you do that.” He chuckles.
“We have to have a plan?” I laugh.
“Well, we have reached a landmark development in our relationship.” Ryan says, “What do you want to do from here?”
“Be together. Love each other. The usual stuff.” I answer, giving him a small peck on the lips.
“Are you going to clean out a couple of drawers in your dresser for me when I move in?” he asks me, finding a new knot and kneading at it. I resume purring and try to find my voice.
“One. You get one drawer.” I am finally able to giggle at him, “And I can barely sacrifice that. You might have to get your own dresser, honestly. My room has the space for it, anyway.”
“I can live with that. What side of the bed do you usually prefer?”
“Right. Haven’t you been paying attention?” I laugh, “We did share a bed last night *and* at a couple of other hotels in the past.”
“I just wanted to make sure. Sometimes people defer their preferences in uncomfortable situations, and I did get into bed before you did last night.” He counters.
“You don’t mind the left side?” I ask him, our mutual massage slowing down to a light rubbing.
“I’d sleep at the foot of the bed as long as you’ll have me.” Ryan laughs, “Besides, my cot only has one side. I don’t have a real preference.”
“How should we break this to Jack?” I ask him, my hands trailing down his back.
“Knowing him, I’m sure he’s already aware. Not much gets by him. But we’ll just go ahead and tell him, anyway.” Ryan laughs, kissing my nose.
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