EroticReverie

Shayna Laurier- Three Months Later

It's Thanksgiving, and it's the first time I've seen Ryan in two months. I avoid his gaze as much as possible as our families mix and mingle at his parents house. We usually do two separate thanksgivings, but my parents and brothers and sisters have come to Rhett and Ryan's parents house for thanksgiving this year. 

Things with Rhett are still rough, but I guess are getting better. There's now four patched up holes in the walls of our house, three of them covered by picture frames that I had to move, not wanting to explain to guests that my husband now had a thing for punching walls when he yelled at me. We got into it at least every other day.  Him screaming at me, the kids crying in the maylay , or waking up out of their sleep as me and their father argued, as I cried. 

Some days I hated him a little less than others. Some days I just wanted to forget that I resented him , and go back to how things were before he started the Army. I wanted to be in love with him again. The more I tried though, the more I missed Ryan. The longer I was away from him, the more I wanted to fight with Rhett. 

In the first month Rhett was back, I'd been with Ryan five times. Until we both agreed, that we should try , for the kids sake, to put an end to it. 

I hated being away from him. I hated not being able to tell him the secrets about how awful Rhett has been since he's returned. Because around everyone else, he was the same Rhett, and then as soon as the doors were closed and it was just us, it was like as if he too couldnt wait to argue with me. To yell at me. 

There were only a few nights where I'd allowed myself to escape to the past, to when we first me, two nights, where I was actually able to have sex with my husband and not hate it. He touched me a lot, wanted to kiss me all the time, wanted sex all the time. To me, it felt like a chore. My body craved someone else. Someone it thought more deserving. 

As the guys watch football and the women sit around drinking wine, and the kids play in the playroom downstairs that his paretns had made for Carson and Clementine, I escape outside for fresh air. Taking a full glass of wine with me. 

I steal a cigarette from my purse, and a lighter before going out. A habit I'd broken when I first started dating Rhett. A habit I picked up again a few years ago, then had broken again for Ryan. And picked up again the day after Rhett returned home. 

I didnt like to sneak around , but my nerves were on edge with Ryan here, and I couldnt handle it. I light up the cigarette and take a deep inhale, the smoking mixing along with my warm breath on the cold air. My nose already feeling cold in the winter air as I stand in my long sleved, turtle necked, emerald sweater dress that only goes to above my knees,  and opaque black tights and my ankle boots I slipped on to come out. 

I exhale, sip my wine and take another drag of my cigarette. 

"Thought I told you to quit that shit." he says from the side of the house. I turn my head, finding Ryan, his hair a bit longer now, pushed back, his green eyes twinkling at me, with a little mischief. 

"You should go back inside." I say, turning my gaze from him, even though all I wanted to do was look at him in that dark navy henley and those dark jeans. He looked so good, and with the wind picking up it was carrying his scent to me on the air, and fuck he smelled so good. The smell that had found it's way into my sheets, into my pillows and blankets, into my own clothes. A smell that was fading from the one sweatshirt of his, I kept hidden in my closet, to pull out and take long deep inhales of. Tiny little hits of him to keep me going whenever I missed him. 

"Why?" he asks and I look over to him. 

"You know why." I say as I lift the cigarette taking another drag.

"Rhett know you're smoking again?" he asks and I narrow my eyes. 

"No." I say. 

"How you been?" he says a second late, ddeciding not to badger me on the smoking. 

I huff out a breath and take a sip of my wine. 

"I've been fine." I say. 

"Bullshit." she says and I shoot him another look. 

"I know how you look when you're happy...I was the one to make you happy for a year...so I know." he says and I take a deep breath. 

"Yeah, well..I said I was fine...not happy." I say and take another drag of my cigarette and then he grabs it. 

"Ryan, don't" I sigh annoyed. But instead of flicking it, he takes it between his lips and inhales and my jaw drops and he smirks as he exhales. 

"You little shit." I say and take it back and he grins. 

"Since when do you smoke?" I ask him. 

"Since I was fourteen" he says and my jaw drops. 

"You hypocritical little shit" I say with a half laugh. 

"It's not hypocritcal...I just ..." he shrugs. " I liked you...love you...I care about you're well being...didn't want you to smoke again when you'd already quit once" he says. 

"yeah, well" I shrug.

"You shouldnt smoke either" I say and take my cigarette back and finish the last few drags. 

"A guys gotta have at least once vice....and you kinda took away the vice of fucking my brothers wife." he says and I raise my brows and then cant help but laugh and he smirks at me. 

I watch him as he licks his lips. My eyes going to his mouth. 

"You need to go inside Ry." I say as he moves closer. 

"Do I?" he asks as he the snow crunches under his boots as he moves in front of me, taking my wine, lifting it and takes a sip as he looks down at me. 

I nod. "You do." 

"This wine tastes good." he says as he holds the glass out to the side, dropping it into the snow, and I watch the burgandy wine splash into the snow, dying in purple and pink. I gasp as he tosses it. 

"But I bet it tastes better on your lips." he says and then his hands are on my waist, breaking down my weak defenses, my body celebrating his touch as my hips jut forward and my mouth is given the best kiss I've had in months. Both of us tasting like wine, cigarettes, and bad choices. 

I couldn't stop myself, he knew it too. He knew he'd trained my body to respond to him. He knew what his kiss and his touch did to me. 

"I miss making love to you Shay" he breathes against my mouth and I whimper, my teeth taking his lower lip and tugging, he groans and pulls his lip from my teeth and kisses my mouth hard and then slides his hand down the side of my dress and up along my thigh, alonge my opaque tights and I shiver, from the cold, from his touch and he cups my warm pussy in his hand through my tights. 

"I miss touching what belongs to me" he says and I exhale defenselesssly.

"Does he touch you like i do?" he asks I whimper as his fingers push against my pussy through the fabric and I shake my head as he kisses my jaw and to my ear. 

"Does he fuck you the way I do Shayna?" 

I shake my head. "no" I breathe.

"Does he make you cum as hard as I do?" he asks and I grab his shirt and shake my head. 

"no" I breathe again. 

"do you need to cum for me Shay?" he asks, rubbing my pussy and I nod and he groans. 

"Do you want to cum right here for me? Be bad with me and let me slide my hand down these hot little tights and finger your pussy for you? Finger fuck my girl on the side of the house, while our families are inside? While your husband sits inside not knowing I've got my fingers knuckle deep in his wife?" he asks and I curse. 

"Yes, yes" I pant. 

"Mmmm, we're not meant to be apart Shay" he says as he lifts his hand up and slips it down into my tights, working his hand between my skin and the fabric and into my panties and I exhale at his touch. 

"you're so wet" he says as he gives me two fingers at once and slides them inside of me and I gasp. 

"oh god" I look down between us. 

"yes baby" I pant and he groans, and nudges my face with his nose, making me turn my head slightly and he kisses me as I whimper and moan into his mouth, my pussy soaking his fingers as he pumps them inside of me. 

"god Ry" I moan and he groans. 

"I need you" he groans. 

"I cant fucking think about anything other than you" he says. 

"I miss you so fucking much, I miss taking care of you, I miss being the one that shares that fucking bed with you, and falling asleep with you, and waking up with you" he says and I almost cry, because I missed it too. Wanting so badly to have that with Rhett, but knowing I never will, that anything I force with Rhett, will be just that, forced. He lost his wife the second he abandonned me without my consent.  

"God, i miss how hot you feel around my fingers and my cock" he groans and kisses me again. 

"I want your cock" I cry quietly.

"Yeah baby?" he asks in a taunting manner and I buck my hips into his hand as his fingers curl. 

"You need my dick in this pussy Shay?" he asks. 

I nod as I breathe heavily as my legs shake. 

"First ....you're gonna cum for me....just like this.....then.....i'm going to take you upstairs.....and fuck you in MY bed." he says. My pussy clenching and wanting that so bad, wanting to be taken to Ryan's room, cause id never even seen it. And I wonder if it's like every eighteen year old boys room, and if he has posters of hot models, or movies, and shit on his walls. 

"Ryan" I gasp as I cum and kisses me again, swallowing my muffled cries as my legs shake, and I feel myself squirt on his hand, and feel my tights absorb the warm cum he unleashes from me with his fingers and I cry out and his mouth goes to my neck. 

"yes Shay" he groans. "Keep cumming" he says as his fingers drive against my gspot and I curse, squeaking as I he keeps my cum flooding down my legs. 

"Je-sus" I gasp and grab ontop him, my legs trembling. 

His hand comes out of my tights, and my dress drops and he shoves his fingers into my mouth, and I suck them, and his tongue licks over the kunckles of his hand and along his fingers as he draws them out and then sucks on my tongue as we both taste what he does to me. 

"your pussy tastes so fucking good" he groans and I moan into his mouth as he holds me up, my legs still quivering from my orgasm. 

"No..fucking way" a female voice says , making us jump and turn our heads as we fall away from each other. 

"Sierra!" I gasp at the sight of my sister, jaw slack with her boyfriend standing at her side, both of them, eyes wide as Ryan backs up from me, clearing his throat. 

"It's....it's not...." I try to make an excuse for my sister catching me making out with my husbands little brother. 

"You." She says to Ryan. "Go back inside...and take my boyfriend with you. I need to talk to my sister." she says and I flush red and her boyfriend Charles just stands there. She points to him. 

"You. Not a fucking word of this. To ANYONE." she warns him and he throws his hands up. 

"Not saying a damn thing" he says. 

Ryan looks at me, mouthing "Sorry". But it's not his fault anymore than it is mine. We are just desperate and stupid over each other I guess. 

I shake my head at him. "not your fault" I say. 

He reaches for my hand, takes it, gives it a squeeze. I guess this small sign of affection isnt all that uncalled for considering my sister just saw us with our mouths on each other. 

He looks to my sister and then to me, and he decides apparently that also kissing me again, is allowed, because he does it, and my sisters gasps as I kiss him back and he smiles against my mouth. 

"Love you." he whispers. 

I nod. "Love you too." I say quietly. 

He looks at my sister, who is only cocking her brow at him and crossing her arms and shaking her head as he walks by. 

Once Ryan and her boyfriend Charles are gone she stomps over to me in her boots. 

"What the fuck Shayna?" she says. 

"You dont understand." I say. 

"Then fucking MAKE ME understand...because..Im trying to figure out why you would cheat on your husband and father of your kids with a fucking BOY" she says. I wince. 

"He's eighteen." I remind her. 

"Right. A BOY" she says. 

"Shhhh" I hush her 

"Don't say anything..to ANYONE" I tell her. 

"I'm not going to spill your dirty fucking secret...but what the fuck, how could you do this to Rhett?!" she whisper yells at me and my brows pinch. 

"You....you dont know anything Sierra...so quit judging me before you even know the story,...or the why...or the how...because that "boy" has acted like more of a husband over the past year than my own fucking husband has in the five we've been married!" I hiss. 

"A YEAR?! This has been going on for a YEAR?!" she shrieks. 

"Lower your voice!" I hiss at her. 

She stands there slack jawed and eyes wide. 

"Shayna....he like JUST turned eighteen"  she says. I wince and cringe. 

"I know...it's not...I didn't....fuck, i know how it looks okay, but you dont understand!" I tell her. 

"Again....fucking TELL me...MAKE ME understand." she says and I sigh. 

"I need more wine first." I say.