Perfect Storm

Chapter 29

"I can't believe we did this." I giggled, finally falling into bed moments after our guests had left the house. I was feeling a little drunk. Not drunk drunk, but love drunk.

"Believe it baby. No regrets right?" Ryan asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

"Not a one." I grinned back at him.

"It's our wedding night Mrs. Blaney. Starting now, we are officially on our honeymoon." He smirked at me while unfastening the button on my jeans.

"Mmmm. I love the sound of that." I murmured as he tugged my zipper down and slipped his hand under the waistband of my panties.

"Which part? Wedding night or honeymoon?" He asked with a grin.

"Mrs. Blaney. I think I'm gonna love being called that." I sighed blissfully.

"Well Mrs. Blaney, your husband thinks that you have far better too many clothes on. Now would you please lift up and let me do my husbandly duty and take these pants off of you?"

"Anything for my loving husband." I grinned, raising my hips so that he could peel my jeans and panties off of my body.

"As hot as it is having my name across your chest, that hoodie has to go too." He pointed to the Ryan Blaney signature spanning over my breasts.

Grinning, I sat up and tugged the hoodie over my head and dropped it onto the floor. Before I could reach back and unhook my bra, his hands were already there, making quick work of my last article of clothing.

"Now who has too many clothes on?" I giggled, seeing him still in his jeans and flannel.
He swiftly removed his clothes while I laid there watching, my mouth watering at the sight of my lean, sexy ass husband, standing there bare assed naked with his fully hard cock standing proudly at attention.

"I can't wait to make love to my wife." He smiled sweetly, then pressed his lips to mine.

The kissing alone was so passionate and so intense, that was all it took to get me aroused. I could feel the wetness coating the inside of my thighs.

"I haven't even touched you yet and you are already soaked for me." He murmured against my lips as he worked his hand between us and felt the inside of my thighs. His fingertips teased my slick folds apart, lightly stroking through the moisture that was pooling there.

"Always." I murmured back, a soft sigh of pleasure slipping through my lips as he slowly slid a finger into my wet pussy. "Now don't you dare tease me Ryan Michael." 

"I wouldn't dream of it Mrs. Blaney." He smirked before sliding balls deep into my drenched pussy in one thrust. I was so wet there was no resistance at all. He took me by surprise. My walls quivered and clenched tightly around him as I adjusted to him, waves of pleasure sending tingles up and down my spine and making my toes curl. "I'm going to fuck you into next week." Then he molded his mouth to mine.

Those words sent another shiver down my spine. He always knew exactly what I wanted, and he was giving it to me now. With long, deep strokes. His pace getting faster. "God I fucking love you." I grabbed the back of his neck and brought his head down, attacking his lips with mine. Deeply passionate kisses, tongues twisting together heatedly as he fucked me senselessly. Hard and deep just the way I like it. "Oh God. Yes. I love the way you fuck me too." I couldn't help but cry out, when he changed his angle, hitting my G-spot dead on. "Fuck, your dick feels so good. I'm about to cum." The sounds coming out of my mouth were loud and rather porn starish. Who cares about volume control and dirty talk? I sure as hell didn't, not that there was anyone around to hear us anyway.

I cared even less as the waves of my orgasm crashed over me in blissful ecstasy.

"This is just the first of many baby girl. I'm planning on keeping you screaming my name out all fucking night." He said, his breathing becoming more shallow and his pace becoming more erratic and I could feel the warmth of his seed filling me.

Ryan kept his promise. All. Fucking. Night. Me on top, doggy style, in the shower, on the bathroom counter and finally back in bed in the wee hours of the morning before the sun rose. So what if I can't walk later. It was totally worth it.

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The next few weeks passed rather quickly and this weekend, we are in Phoenix for the championship race. Unfortunately, Ryan did not make it to the final four. A wreck at Vegas and a spin exiting pit road at Homestead put him in a must win situation for Martinsville. Sadly a fourth place finish just wasn't good enough. Naturally, Ryan beat himself up over his mistakes, saying he cost his team a shot at running for a championship.

This is where the hard part comes in because Ross got in. After finding out on the last lap that he needed two more positions, and those two positions were out of reach. He got desperate and threw a Hail Mary. Or rather a hail melon as it's being called. A brilliant video game move in which he drove the car into the wall, took his hands off the wheel and floored it while riding the wall. It was insane to watch as he was going about fifty miles per hour faster than everyone else. The move worked. He inched ahead of Denny, his closest competition to take the final spot in the championship four along with Joey, Chase and Christopher Bell.

I was thrilled of course, but once again felt my loyalties being tested. It was so hard for me to be happy for Ross when Ryan was so down on himself. This was huge. Not just for Ross, but for Trackhouse. Ross winning the championship meant bonuses for all of the employees. A bonus for me meant more money that I could put into possibly starting my own breast cancer foundation. Right now, I was operating a breast cancer subsidiary under the Ryan Blaney Family Foundation umbrella, but had dreamed of starting something on my own so as not to take anything away from  Ryan's foundation which supported Alzheimer's disease, dementia, concussion research and overall brain health. All very important, very worthy causes.

I loved Trackhouse and working with Ross especially, but my priorities had changed. My husband was part of the competition. I had always been able to separate the two. Best friend vs boyfriend, but Ryan was my husband now. My loyalties belonged with him.

When Phoenix was over, I might have to make some hard choices. For now, I am putting it off. I have all off season to worry about it.

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Joey won the race and the championship. Ross finished third, which put him in second place in the championship standings. Finishing the race in second was Ryan, who was pissed off after being told by Roger Penske himself that he was Joey's "wingman." Meaning Ryan was to stay behind Joey and ahead of Ross. I honestly believed that Ryan had the car to win the race, but due to Mr. Penske's comment, he needed to run second to ensure a championship for Team Penske.

Ryan may have been pissed, but I was beyond that. I wasn't mad at Ryan for following team orders, but rather at Mr. Penske for giving them. I don't know that Ross would have even been able to get by Joey anyway, but I would have liked to see him get the opportunity.

I sure as hell couldn't be mad at Joey. I adored him like a brother, especially when I congratulated him and he informed me that he was donating a hundred thousand dollars of his prize money to my breast cancer research fund.

Now the off season is about to begin and those decisions I need to make are looming.

A/N: A little shorter than usual, but I'm hoping to have this one wrapped up soon.