Perfect Storm

Chapter 25

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.