Perfect Storm

Chapter 13

"Oh God...yes." I moaned in ecstasy, my eyelids fluttering, head falling to the side and legs quivering as the long, strong fingers went in and out of my drenched pussy at a rapid pace.

This was wrong on so many levels. I should not be letting Ryan finger fuck me into oblivion, much less backstage at a concert. He had a girlfriend, one that he lived with, one that he claimed to love, that he was happy with. I should not be allowing this to happen, but I was powerless to resist. I needed to cum so bad...it had been so long. I needed that release that only Ryan could give me.

The lips that had been trailing wet kisses along my throat were now at my ear, singing the lyrics to the song that Morgan Wallen was currently performing on stage.

I think I'm past the point of calling you a... bad habit
Ain't trying to get no sympathy oh... sounds tragic
But it's hard for me to hide your side effects from showing
You strike a match, and I'll burn the lanterns embers glowing

I know the first step is just to admit it
But what if I don't want to quit it?
I just keep-
Chain smokin' your love like a pack of Lucky Strikes like
Binge drinking old fashions cherry in the ice
Push a button, watch the needle droppin in the grooves
I can't stop... Chain chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you

I got a couple hit or miss tricks that I use for distraction
But as soon I slow down then I start flashbacking
To the night before when I was
Buzzin' harder than that store front neon
Yeah, if your kiss gets me this high, why wouldn't I just keep on?
Chain smokin' your love like a pack of Lucky Strikes like
Binge drinking old fashions cherry in the ice
Push a button, watch the needle droppin in the grooves
I can't stop... Chain chain smokin' you
Need a little rush from your touch
Little late night, pick me up
Well, you make me come unwound
Why I can't put you down?

Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
I know the first step is just to admit it
But what if I don't want to quit it?
I just keep-
Chain smokin' your love like a pack of Lucky Strikes like
Binge drinking old fashions cherry in the ice
Push a button, watch the needle droppin' in the grooves
I can't stop... Chain chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you
Chain, chain, chain, chain, chain smokin' you (Ohh)
Chain Smokin' you
No, no, no, no
Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh, oh

How fitting was this song? I felt like an addict right now getting my fix. All it had taken was one touch from Ryan, one kiss and I was a goner. He was like an addiction, one that I had withstood the withdrawals from, but now I had let myself get sucked back in.

"Fuck." My insides clenched tightly around his fingers, my body wracked by spasms as the orgasm crashed over me. I shook and I shook, riding it out as the waves peaked then crested and finally ebbed away until I felt as limp as a rag doll sagging against him.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of me them promptly placed them in his mouth, savoring each one of them.

"You are just as sweet as ever." He murmured against my lips.

I came to my senses when I felt his hands coming up my sides, dangerously close to my breasts. I couldn't let him go there. He would know immediately.

I backed away and pushed his hands back. "Ry...stop. This is all wrong." I said, but my response was weak. I didn't really want him to stop, but he couldn't find out this way, and this was not the time or the place to tell him the truth, even if I wanted to.

"If this is wrong, then I don't wanna be right." He flashed me a cocky grin.

"We can't do this. You have a girlfriend." I protested.

"And you have Ross." He dropped his hands to his sides and looked at me sadly.

"There is nothing going on between Ross and me. Not romantically anyway. He's my best friend and we work together." At least I could get one truth was out there.

"But I thought...you said..."

"I never said Ross and I were together. I just didn't correct you when you assumed it." I replied.

"Why?" He asked.

"I don't know. It just seemed easier that way."

"I never stopped loving you Bree. I was angry with you for so long, and then I met Laken. I convinced myself I was over you and that I loved her, but ever since you came back I can't get you out of my head. I know you still have feelings for me. Tell me I'm wrong." His tone challenged me.

"I do. You're not wrong." I whispered.

He leaned in to kiss me again, and for a second, I let him, but I knew I had to put an end to it before it went too far. Hell, who am I kidding? It already went too far, and I had let it.

"Ry, we can't do this." I said again, more firmly this time.

"Tell me that there is another chance for us Bree. Please. Laken gets home Thursday evening. I'm going to end it with her regardless. I'm not being fair to her. She needs to know. Please tell me we have a chance. Please Bree. Whatever was wrong with us, I can fix it. We can fix it." He pleaded with me, and my heart nearly burst. He was throwing me another life line, and I would be a fool not to take it.

"We'll talk this weekend when we get to Talladega." I said, praying that I would work up the courage by then.

Ryan's POV

Days passed since the Morgan Wallen concert, and Bree was constantly on my mind. I wasn't exactly sure where things stood between us, but she promised we would talk this weekend. All I could do was hope for the best. I wanted to talk to her, but I forced myself to give her space. I didn't call or text her because I sensed she had some things to work out in her head and I didn't want to push her too hard and inevitably push her back away, but it was hard, especially as I relived those moments backstage at the concert.

It's now Thursday evening and I am waiting for Laken to get home from a shoot in LA. This was my chance to talk to her...to end it with her. I was flying to Talladega tomorrow and she was going back to New York for another shoot. I wasn't even sure what I was going to say to her. I felt terrible. Six months ago, she had uprooted her life and left New York to move to North Carolina for me. I repaid her for that by cheating on her with my ex girlfriend. The ex I was still in love with and was leaving her for. I felt like such a dick.

I'm not sure how long I sat there rehearsing the speech in my head, but then I heard the front door open, and the words I had mentally prepared flew out of my head. I should probably give her a little time to wind down from traveling before I crushed her.

"Hey baby. Damn I missed you." She grinned, then crawled into my lap and kissed me. All I could think about was she didn't feel nearly as soft and as warm as Bree did.

"How was your trip?" I asked, once she detangled her lips from mine. She looked tired, still stunning, but tired.

"It was good, but I'm exhausted. I really want to go soak in the tub, but I have something I need to tell you." She said, her green eyes looking a duller than usual.

"Okay." I said, a little wary, wondering if I should be concerned or not. She did say she was exhausted.

"I actually had a terrible time in LA. I was sick as a dog the entire time. I thought I had picked up a bug, or had food poisoning or something. It finally dawned on me that I was late..."

"Wait...are you saying what I think you are saying?" I asked, internally freaking out and praying I was wrong.

"I took a pregnancy test. Well, three actually, and well...I'm pregnant Ryan. You are going to be a father."

Oh God. Please tell me this isn't happening. Why now? Why Laken?

There was no way I could leave Laken now that she was pregnant with my child.

How in the world was I going to break this to Bree?