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Bucking Tradition: A Yellowstone Fanfic

Chapter Fifty-One

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Ryan’s fingers traced the line of my spine slowly, like he was trying to memorize the curve of my back, every little part of me that was now his, that had always been his. His breath was still heavy, but steady, the rush of our passion beginning to fade into something more tender, more intimate.

I could feel him nuzzling against my neck, his lips brushing over my skin in soft, lingering touches as if trying to ground himself in this moment, in us. He murmured my name, like he couldn’t say it enough, like every time it left his lips, it meant more.

“Are you real?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I lifted my head to look at him, his gaze intense, almost searching, like he needed reassurance, like he feared I’d slip through his fingers if he wasn’t careful.

“I’m right here,” I replied softly, pressing my hand against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my palm.

His eyes softened, and he cupped my face in his hands, guiding me in for a kiss—a slow, deep kiss that held more than just desire. It was full of everything he couldn’t say with words, a rawness that spoke louder than anything we could ever share verbally.

“I don’t ever want to lose you,” he said, the words spilling out before he could stop them, raw and unguarded. His voice cracked slightly, and the vulnerability in it hit me harder than any of the passion we’d just shared.

I could see the weight in his eyes, the fear of losing me, of the uncertainty that always lingered at the edges of something this intense. And it mirrored my own fear, one I hadn’t wanted to admit even to myself.

“You won’t,” I promised him, my voice steady even as my own heart twisted with the depth of everything I felt for him. “I’m not going anywhere, Ryan.”

He let out a shaky breath, a half-laugh, half-sigh, and pulled me closer, burying his face against my shoulder as if the simple act of holding me could reassure him that everything was okay. That we were okay.

I wrapped my arms around him, my fingers tracing absent patterns along his back, drawing circles that somehow felt more intimate than anything we’d just shared. “I’m not going anywhere,” I repeated, holding him tighter, as if to make sure he could feel the truth of it in my embrace.

For a long while, we didn’t speak. Just laid there, tangled up in each other, each breath slow and synchronized as if we were trying to inhale the same air, feel the same pulse. And in that silence, everything else melted away—no worries, no fears, just us.

He broke the quiet first, his voice low and laced with an emotion that made my heart ache.

“I didn’t know I could feel like this,” he confessed, his words barely audible as he pressed a kiss to my hair. “Like... like you’ve become part of me. More than just someone I’m with. You’re in me.”

His words settled over me like a blanket, warm and heavy, and I let out a quiet breath, trying to hold back the emotions that suddenly threatened to overtake me.

“I know,” I whispered back. “I feel the same way.”

He pulled back slightly to look at me, searching my face for any sign of doubt, but all he found was the truth, written in my eyes, in the way I clung to him like he was the only thing that mattered in this world.

And when he kissed me again, it wasn’t about the urgency of desire, but about a tenderness that sent tears to the back of my throat. His lips were soft, gentle, like he was worshipping me, like he was trying to memorize the feel of me against him.

“I love you,” he said, his voice thick with the weight of it. “I really do.”

“I love you, too,” I whispered, the words simple but so true, more real than anything else in the world.

Ryan held me close after that, his fingers continuing their gentle exploration of my skin, tracing the edges of my collarbone, the curve of my ribs, as if he was learning me all over again.

And as we lay there together, the world outside seemed so far away, like it didn’t matter anymore. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.

🐴

The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow across the room. I shifted slightly, catching a glimpse of Ryan still sound asleep beside me. His features were relaxed, peaceful, in a way that made my heart ache with tenderness. I loved seeing him like this, vulnerable and unaware of the world around him. It was a rare moment, and I soaked it in.

But eventually, the pull of morning routines took over, and I sighed quietly, reluctant to leave the warmth of the bed. I slipped out slowly, careful not to disturb him, my feet brushing the cool floor as I made my way to the adjoining bathroom. The soft light of dawn followed me, like it didn’t want to let go of the moment either.

After taking care of myself, I tugged on one of Ryan's t-shirts—too big, but it felt comforting against my skin—and padded to the kitchenette. The hum of the coffee machine soon filled the quiet space, and I allowed myself a few moments of peace, the aroma of brewing coffee wrapping around me like a familiar embrace.

I couldn’t help but wonder if Travis had made it back last night. The thought lingered for a moment, but was swiftly answered when I glanced toward the couch. There, draped casually over the back, was a hot pink bra—one I knew wasn’t mine. A slow, resigned breath escaped my lips as I turned my attention to the woman who was the clear owner of that piece of lingerie.

She sauntered into the kitchenette, completely unbothered by her lack of clothing, the matching pink panties hugging her curves. She paused, catching sight of me, and grinned like this was the most normal thing in the world.

“Thank God, you’re making coffee,” she said, her voice carefree, as though her state of undress was nothing out of the ordinary. Her eyes flicked to the coffee machine, then back to me, clearly more focused on her need for caffeine than the awkwardness of the situation.

My mind raced for a moment, caught between disbelief and irritation. But I didn’t let it show on my face. Instead, I offered a tight smile, my eyes flicking to Ryan’s still form in the bedroom.

“Yeah,” I said evenly, my tone almost too calm, “I’m making coffee. You might want to ask Travis if he needs anything.”

The woman didn’t seem phased by my response. She wandered over to the counter, casually pulling a mug from the cupboard. I let the moment stretch out, forcing myself to stay calm, though a million questions raced through my mind. What the hell had gone on here last night?

But for now, I focused on the brewing coffee, grounding myself in the familiarity of the morning routine. The questions would come later.

“Travis said we could order whatever we want for breakfast from room service,” a second blonde chimed in, her voice annoyingly cheerful, as she leaned against the doorframe to the second bedroom.

I froze for a moment, the realization hitting me like a punch to the gut. I’d seen these two at the bar last night—the ones who had been all over Travis, laughing and making eyes at him. My stomach twisted as I processed the scene in front of me.

Way to go, Travis.

I didn’t look at her right away, instead letting the silence stretch for a few beats, my grip tightening around the mug I’d just pulled from the cabinet. I could hear Ryan still snoring softly from the bedroom, completely unaware of the chaos I was already beginning to feel. The woman from the kitchen, the one in the hot pink, was still helping herself to coffee, humming under her breath like this was just a normal morning.

Finally, I turned my gaze toward the second blonde. She stood there in nothing but a flimsy robe that barely hung on her shoulders, her hair perfectly tousled, as though she’d just walked out of some magazine ad for ‘spontaneous mornings.’

I forced a smile, tight and unconvincing, and said flatly, “Yeah, you two go ahead and order whatever you want. Just… don’t wake him.”

The second blonde looked at me with a raised brow, clearly unfazed by my tone. She took in my attire, then the coffee brewing on the counter, before giving a nod. “We won’t,” she said breezily, giving me a smile that didn’t reach her eyes before turning back toward the room service menu on the counter.

I stood there, stunned, as the two of them made themselves at home like they belonged here.

For a few seconds, I was frozen in place, my mind swirling in a mix of annoyance and disbelief. But then the sound of a soft groan from Ryan broke my thoughts.

He was waking up.

“Baby?” I heard Ryan’s voice float through the bedroom door, sounding groggy but undeniably warm.

“I’m in here,” I called back, trying to sound casual, though my tone was sharp from the tension that was still simmering under the surface. “Travis brought some guests back, so make sure you have pants on when you come in here.”

The words were out before I could think, but once I said them, I couldn’t take them back. My chest tightened, my fingers still gripping the coffee mug as though I were holding onto something solid in the middle of a storm.

There was a moment of silence before I heard him shift in the bedroom. I tried not to think about how his reaction might play out, how he'd deal with the situation. But that wasn’t the part of this that gnawed at me.

I looked down at myself, at the oversized t-shirt I was wearing—Ryan’s, of course—and felt the sudden sting of self-consciousness. I had always been confident in my appearance, the kind of woman who knew what she brought to the table. But looking between these two women—perfectly poised and entirely comfortable in their skin—and then at myself, that confidence faltered.

They were a picture of effortless allure, with tousled hair and radiant skin, barely aware of their own power. And here I was, standing in a worn-out t-shirt, trying to act like this was all fine. Trying to pretend I wasn’t bothered by the scene unfolding before me.

The blonde in the kitchen reached over, her fingers brushing the counter as she casually refilled her cup, not even sparing me a glance. The other one from the bedroom doorway was scanning the room service menu, humming like she was making decisions about her favorite morning indulgence.

I felt the sting of comparison. It was impossible not to.

But then I heard Ryan moving, getting closer, and the sound of him shuffling toward the door jolted me back to reality. The two women’s presence—this strange new dynamic—didn’t matter when it came to what Ryan and I had, what we’d built.

Or did it?

Before I could convince myself to move, Ryan’s voice called again, this time louder, closer.

“Hey, you alright?”

“I’m fine,” I answered quickly, though the lie slipped past my lips effortlessly. I wasn’t fine.

I raked my fingers through my hair, then filled two mugs with coffee—Black for Ryan, a ton of cream and sweetener for me.

Ryan stepped out of the bedroom, a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He barely acknowledged the other women as he walked into the kitchen and slipped his arms around my waist.

“Morning, baby,” he said as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

I felt the warmth of his body as he wrapped his arms around me, his familiar scent of cedarwood and cologne grounding me in the chaos of the moment. His lips brushed against my forehead, and for a second, it was like everything else faded away. It was just him, just us, like it always had been in the mornings—simple, comfortable.

But that small sense of normalcy was fleeting. The tension I was trying so hard to ignore pulled at me again, and I instinctively leaned into him, trying to keep the moment from slipping through my fingers.

“Morning,” I muttered, my voice soft but strained, as I poured the coffee into his mug and handed it to him. The hot liquid warmed my hand, but it did nothing for the chill I felt inside.

Ryan took a sip, his eyes briefly drifting to the two women still lingering on the couch, then back to me, his expression unreadable. His casual indifference was something I had come to expect, but today, it felt different. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to avoid the situation or if he truly hadn’t noticed the subtle shift in the air.

One of the blondes, the one in the kitchen, broke the silence with a soft giggle. “Well, aren’t you two cute,” she said, her tone sweet as she casually leaned against the counter.

I stiffened at the words, the faint edge of irritation rising within me. She was practically ogling Ryan, her gaze flicking to him in a way that made my stomach churn. It wasn’t her fault—she didn’t know about us—but it didn’t make it any easier to swallow.

Ryan, ever the smooth talker, flashed her a brief, polite smile but didn’t respond. Instead, he kept his focus on me, his hand gently resting on my lower back, a subtle reassurance that he was still here, still mine. But something in the back of my mind nagged at me, something I couldn't put into words.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked, his voice softer now, like he could sense the tension rolling off me. His thumb gently brushed along my side, a small, almost unconscious gesture that used to make me feel safe.

“Yeah,” I said quickly, avoiding his gaze as I busied myself with adding more cream to my mug. I didn't want him to notice how much I was struggling with the whole situation. I wanted to be the confident woman he always saw me as, but right now, I was anything but.

“Good,” he replied, taking another sip of his coffee. Then, without warning, he pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my ear. “You okay? You seem… off.”

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look up at him. I didn’t want to ruin the moment or make him feel like I was being dramatic. But I couldn’t help it. His question made the insecurity I had been holding back surge to the surface.

“I’m fine,” I said, but my voice cracked, betraying the lie. Ryan's eyes softened, and he took a step back, looking at me with that intense, knowing gaze that I couldn’t hide from.

His thumb moved to my chin, tilting my head up so our eyes locked. “You’re not fine,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “What’s going on?”

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to exhale slowly, trying to calm the storm swirling inside me. The last thing I wanted was to lay all of this on him, but the weight of it was suffocating me.

“I just… I don’t know. It’s nothing,” I said, feeling my heart race as I glanced at the women again, now both laughing on the couch like they were part of the scenery. Like they belonged here.

Ryan followed my gaze, and the brief flicker of recognition in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He didn’t miss the unease in my posture, the tension in my voice. But instead of confronting it right then, he stepped closer, his presence a comforting wall against the rest of the world.

“You sure?” His voice was low now, almost a whisper.

I nodded quickly, not trusting myself to speak without giving everything away. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to feel in this moment—anger, jealousy, frustration—but none of it came out. Instead, all I could feel was the silence between us, the unspoken understanding that something had shifted, but neither of us knew what to do about it.

Ryan didn’t press further, but I could feel the weight of his concern. He gave me one last squeeze, then turned to face the women, clearly deciding it was time to break the silence.

“So, what are we thinking for breakfast?” he asked, his tone light and unaffected, as though nothing had changed.

Travis strolled out of his room, completely at ease in nothing but his boxer briefs, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. And I had to admit, it was an impressive view—too impressive, considering the early hour.

My eyes involuntarily flitted over his muscular frame before I caught myself and forced my gaze back to my coffee mug, pretending to be interested in the swirling cream.

“You’re not wearing pants,” I muttered, trying to keep my tone neutral, though it was more out of disbelief than anything else.

He flashed a grin, completely unfazed by his lack of clothing. “Neither are you, but I wasn’t gonna mention it.”

My mouth opened to retort, but I didn’t have the words. Instead, I just shook my head, casting a sideways glance at the two women lounging on the couch.

Travis gave a half-hearted glance at them, as though trying to remember their names. "Guess you met... Carla and... uh... Brittney?" he said, his voice trailing off as if that was supposed to clear up the situation.

I raised an eyebrow. "It's Carlie," the blonde in the hot pink lace panties corrected, giving me a sweet smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "And she's Bethany," she added, gesturing toward the other woman, who was now flipping through the room service menu with a level of casualness I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around.

I blinked, suppressing a sigh. “Right,” Travis acknowledged, rubbing his neck with an awkward chuckle. “Carlie. Bethany. Yeah, good to know.”

I felt the corner of my mouth twitch. “Looks like you had a good time last night.”

Travis glanced at me, his lips pulling into a smirk as his eyes flicked over to Ryan, then back to me. “About as good as the two of you had,” he replied, his tone casual, but there was something in his eyes that hinted at more.

Bethany stood up and stretched, drawing my attention to the way she moved with effortless grace, clearly accustomed to being the center of attention. “So, what’s the plan today?” she asked, her tone sugary sweet as she sauntered into the kitchen, her bare feet silent on the floor.

Travis shrugged casually, his gaze flicking over to me for a brief moment before settling back on the two women. "Guess we’ll figure that out after breakfast," he said, his easygoing demeanor never faltering. "But we should definitely get a move on. You guys want anything specific? Mimosas? Pancakes? Eggs Benny?"

Carlie and Bethany exchanged a quick glance before both of them perked up in unison. “Mimosas!” they chimed, their voices practically synchronized.

I glanced at the two women, their presence hanging in the air like an unspoken challenge. They didn’t seem to care about the tension, their easy laughter cutting through the silence as if everything was perfectly normal.

I looked back at Ryan, whose eyes met mine. There was something unspoken between us—a connection that went deeper than any of this mess.

“I’m gonna grab a shower,” I muttered, the need to escape, even for a few minutes, feeling more pressing by the second. I set my mug down a little harder than necessary, then made my way to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind me.

I leaned against the counter, staring at my reflection in the mirror, trying to sort through all the conflicting emotions. My heart was racing, my mind too full to focus on anything.

A soft knock on the bathroom door pulled me from my thoughts.

“Come in,” I said, my voice a little more strained than I meant it to be.

The door creaked open just a bit, and Ryan stepped inside, his familiar presence filling the space. He didn’t say anything at first, but I felt the way his arms slipped around me—strong, steady, a silent comfort.

“What’s wrong, baby?” His voice was low, soothing, like he already knew I was unraveling even before I said anything.

I closed my eyes and rested my head back against his chest, trying to collect myself. His warmth was grounding, but the words that had been gnawing at me all morning spilled out before I could stop them.

“Sometimes I wonder if you only picked me because of proximity. Like if there were other women on the ranch that weren’t covered in dirt and sweat, you’d be here with them and not me.” The confession felt raw, too honest, and I hated how vulnerable it made me feel, but I couldn’t keep it in anymore.

I felt Ryan’s breath against my neck, warm and steady, and I almost regretted speaking the words aloud. But before I could backpedal, I heard the familiar lilt of a smile in his voice.

“What are you going on about?” he asked, his tone light, teasing in that way that only he could do.

I turned slightly in his arms, just enough to see his face, but he wasn’t looking at me like I expected. His eyes were soft, understanding, and there was a hint of amusement behind them, like he wasn’t taking me too seriously—but also wasn’t dismissing me either.

He reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear. “Baby, what you just said? That’s not how I see you. I didn’t pick you because you were the only one around. I picked you because of who you are.” His voice was calm, steady, the kind of reassurance I needed, but didn’t know how to ask for.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, my chest loosening just a bit. “But—”

He cut me off gently, his thumb brushing across my lips, silencing me with the tender touch. “There’s no ‘but.’ You’re everything I want, and I know that because when I’m with you, it feels like nothing else matters. Not the dirt, not the sweat, not the mess of it all. Just you.”

I blinked up at him, something like disbelief flickering across my expression. He was always so sure, so steady, and yet it was moments like this that made me feel like I was still trying to catch up, trying to make sense of the depth of it all.

“Ryan,” I whispered, my voice breaking slightly. "I don’t know why this is bothering me so much, but it’s like… sometimes I feel like I’m not enough for you."

His eyes softened, the teasing edge in his voice fading entirely as he took a step closer, wrapping me up in his arms even tighter. “Listen to me. You are everything to me. If there was anyone else who even came close to what I have with you, you think I’d still be here, holding you like this?” He paused, his grip tightening. “I don’t need anyone else. Just you.”

I pressed my forehead to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against me. There was something so simple, so raw in the way he spoke, and it made all the insecurities swirling in my mind start to settle, just a little bit.

“You sure?” I asked quietly, the doubt still lingering, even though his words had started to chase it away.

“I’m sure,” he murmured, his voice low and steady. “You’re it for me, baby. There’s no one else.”

I nodded against his chest, feeling the weight of his words settle over me, grounding me. Slowly, the tension I’d been holding onto for far too long began to melt away, leaving behind something softer, something more vulnerable.

“Thank you,” I whispered, the words feeling small but sincere.

He kissed the top of my head, his arms around me tightening just a little more, like he was afraid to let go. “Anytime.”

And in that moment, it felt like everything was finally where it was supposed to be.

🐎

“I swear if they are still out there topless when we go back out there,” I murmured after tugging my jeans up over my hips, “I might have to strangle them.”

“They were topless?” Ryan chuckled. “I didn’t even notice.”

“Sure you didn’t. Two sets of perfect boobs and you didn’t look once?” I quirked a brow.

Ryan let out a low laugh, the sound warm and easy. “Okay, maybe I noticed,” he admitted, his smirk almost too casual. “But that doesn’t mean I was paying attention. I was more focused on you, you know, the one I’m actually interested in.”

I rolled my eyes, but a small smile tugged at my lips. “You sure about that? Because it seems like Travis knows how to find distractions.”

He moved closer, his hands resting lightly on my hips as he leaned in, brushing his lips against my ear. “Believe me, baby, there’s no distraction that could compare to you.” His voice was low, almost a whisper, and it made something in me flutter.

I shook my head, trying to keep the teasing tone going despite the way my heart was skipping. “You’re so full of it, Ryan. You’re practically drowning in distractions, and yet you’re telling me you don’t care?”

Ryan chuckled, pulling back just enough to catch my eye. “When it comes to you?” He paused, his gaze softening. “I don’t need anything else.”

The words hung between us for a moment, the lightness of the teasing suddenly giving way to something deeper. It was always like this with him—his charm, the humor, the easygoing way he had with everything, but underneath it all, there was this undeniable sincerity that always seemed to knock me off balance.

I took a breath, realizing how much I needed to hear that right now, with everything swirling around us.

“You’re really something, you know that?” I said, shaking my head, but the fondness in my voice was unmistakable.

Ryan grinned, slipping his hand down to the small of my back, pulling me a little closer. “I could say the same about you, babe. You just don’t know it yet.”

I gave him a playful shove, but it was more out of affection than annoyance. “Stop being all smooth and cute, you’re ruining my bad mood.”

His grin widened. “Guess I’m just gonna have to make you forget all about it.” He lowered his voice again, his smile turning into something more mischievous. His lips pressed against that spot at the base of my neck. The one he knew would make me forget everything else.

“That’s not fair,” I murmured, “you know I can’t think straight when you do that.”

“Good,” he said against my skin.

His lips lingered there, warm and insistent, sending a shiver down my spine. The pressure of his kiss, just right, made everything else blur into the background. I tilted my head slightly, giving him more room, unable to stop the soft breath that escaped me as I closed my eyes.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips.

Ryan chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against my skin. “You make it too easy.” He pulled back just enough to catch my eye, his gaze dark with intention. “You like it though, don’t you?”

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a grin, but it was useless. He knew exactly how to push my buttons. “I’m trying not to.”

His hands slid down my back, pulling me in just a little closer, his body a steady warmth against mine. The tension between us, that electric pull, was undeniable. “Trying’s no fun. Let go.”

His lips found that spot again, and all the noise inside my head faded into nothing. My heart was pounding, a familiar ache starting to build in my chest.

I exhaled a shaky breath, my hands gripping his shoulders. “You’re not fair.”

“Never said I was,” he murmured, a wicked glint in his eye. His lips pressed against my neck again, a slow, deliberate movement that made me forget everything I had just been thinking.

My fingers threaded into his hair, tugging him closer, even though I knew I should pull away. I should keep my head in the game. But every time his mouth moved against my skin, every time his hands roamed, it was like all my thoughts scattered to the wind. And for just a moment, I didn’t care about anything except him.

“Ryan,” I breathed, my voice trembling slightly. “We should—”

“We will,” he interrupted, his voice low and smooth. “But not just yet.”

Before I could protest, he kissed me—long, deep, and slow.

I glanced over at Ryan as we stepped into the main room, a silent acknowledgment passing between us. We were both a little out of breath, and I could feel the lingering heat between us, the tension still simmering under the surface. It felt like the air was thicker now, charged with something neither of us could quite name.

Travis, Carlie, and Bethany were seated around the table, looking... almost normal. Well, as normal as anyone could look after the chaos of the morning. Carlie, now fully dressed in a loose tank top and some faded jeans, was flipping through her phone, while Bethany—still looking every bit as carefree as before—was picking at a plate of eggs.

Travis, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a too-casual smirk, glanced up as we walked in. His grin widened when he saw Ryan and me.

"Well, look who finally decided to grace us with their presence," he said with an exaggerated stretch, obviously trying to sound casual but failing miserably at hiding his amusement.

I rolled my eyes, walking over to the counter and grabbing a mug for coffee. "We were busy," I muttered, too tired to even feign sarcasm.

Ryan, as usual, was the calm to my storm. He was already heading over to the coffee machine, reaching for the pot. “Morning,” he said to the group, his voice warm.

Bethany perked up and shot us a smile. "Morning! We were just talking about what to do for the day. How are you guys feeling?"

I raised an eyebrow. "How do you think we're feeling?"

Carlie, not missing a beat, leaned back in her chair with a mischievous grin. "Like you just had the best night ever." She twirled a lock of her blonde hair, her eyes darting between us.

I met her gaze briefly before turning back to the counter to fill my mug with coffee. It wasn’t hard to see what she was getting at, and honestly, I didn’t have the energy for her games this morning. I took a sip of the hot coffee, letting the warmth settle into my bones, hoping it would somehow calm my racing thoughts.

Ryan poured his own coffee, then slid into the chair next to me, his knee brushing mine under the table. I could tell he wasn’t thrilled with the way the conversation was going, either.

"What's for breakfast?" I asked, trying to steer things in a more familiar direction.

"Bacon, eggs, pancakes, and all the fixings," Travis answered before anyone else could. "You two hungry, or should we just let you keep doing... whatever it is you were doing?"

I couldn’t help the half-laugh that escaped me. "Bacon sounds good."

"Good, ‘cause we’ve got plenty," Carlie said with a wink, as if she were the one who had cooked it all.

“Great.” I settled into my chair, the absurdity of the situation slowly sinking in. “Just… don’t expect me to sit through some weird morning-after chat.”

Ryan chuckled, leaning back in his chair, his eyes scanning the room briefly before settling on me. “Agreed.”

Travis shot a look at Carlie and Bethany, a slight grin playing at the corners of his lips. “Guess that’s a no to breakfast in bed, then.”

“Guess so,” I said dryly. There was a slight edge to my tone that I couldn’t quite suppress, though. But even in the face of it, all I wanted right now was a moment of normalcy, even if it meant navigating awkward conversations with people I barely knew.

I took another bite of bacon, letting the crispness and warmth settle the tension that had been building inside me. It wasn’t these women’s fault that I was feeling insecure. They were just doing what they did, and I was the one who had let my mind wander into places it shouldn’t have.

As I glanced over at Ryan, I saw him watching me with that familiar softness in his eyes, his gaze warm, steady. Like I was the only woman in the room. It was a look that still made me feel like I mattered, like I wasn’t just another face in the crowd.

His hand brushed mine across the table, a small but reassuring gesture. He didn’t need to say anything for me to know that I was exactly where I belonged. And that, for some reason, was enough to quiet the doubts that had been buzzing in my head.

I glanced over at Carlie, who was busy scrolling through her phone, and then at Bethany, who was now chatting animatedly with Travis.

Ryan’s fingers lightly traced over mine again, grounding me in the moment, pulling my attention back to him. He gave me a look, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

"You good?" he asked softly, his voice low, as if he already knew the answer but wanted me to say it anyway.

I nodded, feeling the weight of everything in that simple exchange. “Yeah,” I whispered back, a smile tugging at my lips. “I’m good.”

“I told you I knew who she was!” Carlie shoved her phone in Bethany’s face.

“Oh right,” Bethany responded, looking from the phone to me, “You’re the horse girl on TikTok.”

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in the conversation. “Horse girl?” I repeated, unsure whether to laugh or groan.

Carlie smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. “Yep. You’ve got some serious followers, I hear. You post all those videos with your horses, right? Like, the ones where you do tricks or whatever?”

I flushed slightly, a mixture of pride and embarrassment swirling in my chest. “It’s just something I do in my free time. Horses have always been a big part of my life,” I explained, my voice a little quieter than I intended.

Bethany gave me a knowing grin. “I get it. It’s impressive, honestly. I don’t even have the patience for a dog, let alone a horse. You must have a lot of time on your hands.”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, glancing at Ryan, who was sitting across from me. He gave me a small, reassuring smile, but I could tell he was trying to suppress a chuckle.

“Don’t let them get to you,” he said, his voice light but full of affection. “Your horse content is awesome.”

I shot him a playful glare. “I swear, if this turns into a joke about how much time I spend with horses…”

Carlie raised her hands in mock surrender. “Not a joke, I promise. I was just surprised to see you in person. You look nothing like I imagined, but in a good way. Definitely a lot more... put together.”

“Thanks?” I said, not sure how to take that. Was that a compliment?

Bethany nudged Carlie with her elbow. “I just thought it was funny that you’re this internet sensation and you’re sitting here eating breakfast like the rest of us.”

I shrugged, still feeling that mix of flattery and discomfort. “I’m just... me. Horses are my thing, but they’re not everything. Just like how Ryan here is more than just a ranch hand.” I gave Ryan a pointed look, but he just smirked, clearly unbothered.

“True,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “But it’s hard to forget that she can literally run a horse better than some people drive a car.”

I rolled my eyes, but my chest warmed at the compliment. Despite all the chaos in the room, Ryan’s steady presence always managed to calm my nerves.

Bethany gave a soft chuckle. “I’d love to see that sometime.”

“Maybe you will,” I said, raising an eyebrow at her.

Carlie and Bethany exchanged glances, and for a second, I could’ve sworn they were sizing me up. But then, Carlie just shrugged and leaned back in her chair, her phone now forgotten.

“Maybe,” she said. “If I’m ever out this way again.”

“Not if,” Bethany added with a wink. “When.”

And just like that, the conversation moved on, but my mind lingered on their words. Being recognized in this way, even in a casual setting like this, felt strange. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d be hearing more about this “horse girl” reputation, whether I liked it or not.

At least Ryan didn’t seem to mind.

🐴

Ryan stood beside me, his presence as steady as always, his arm lightly brushing against mine as we both watched Travis guide his horse through the intricate patterns of the reining competition. The horse’s hooves pounded the dirt with each precise turn, spinning effortlessly in tight circles, a feat I knew required immense control, timing, and coordination.

I tilted my head, watching the fluid movements. “I don’t know how he does it without getting dizzy,” I said, chuckling softly. “I’d be spinning in circles for hours trying to keep my balance.”

Ryan grinned, glancing at me. “It’s a talent,” he said, eyes back on Travis. “You’ve got the skills with the horses, but this is a whole other level.”

I nodded, appreciating the compliment, but couldn’t help feeling a little envious. While I had my own confidence with horses—whether it was riding or training them—watching Travis move so fluidly with the horse in the reining competition made me realize just how much there was to learn.

Travis’s horse made a flawless slide stop, and the crowd cheered. He grinned, his usual cocky smile spreading across his face, and I found myself laughing under my breath.

“He looks like he’s loving every second of this,” I remarked, my eyes still locked on him. “I think he was born to do this.”

Ryan chuckled. “Yeah, that’s Travis for you. He thrives in these moments. Always has.”

“Way to go!” I shouted to Travis as he led his horse out of the arena, “You managed to do all of that without throwing up. Impressive.”

“Wait until you see my scores,” he responded, “That’s impressive.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “I’m sure you’ll blow us all away with those too,” I teased, leaning against the fence. “You really know how to work that horse.”

Travis shot me a grin, his cocky confidence in full force. “What can I say? It’s a gift.”

Ryan, who had been standing beside me, let out a low chuckle. “I’ve seen it firsthand. Travis doesn’t just ride horses; he owns them out there.”

I smiled at Ryan’s words, feeling the pride in his voice. Despite the playful banter between us all, I could tell he respected Travis’s skills as much as I did. There was something magnetic about watching someone completely in tune with their horse, the way the animal and rider moved together as one.

As Travis came up to the fence to join us, I gave him an exaggerated once-over. “So, what’s the secret to making it look so easy?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Lots of practice, a little bit of natural talent, and a whole lot of attitude,” Travis said, puffing out his chest with a smirk.

“Attitude, huh?” I muttered, rolling my eyes. “Guess I’ll need to work on that then.”

Ryan chuckled, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “You’ve got the attitude, just not the spins.”

“We hitting the bar again tonight?” I asked after the horses were settled.

“Y’all can,” Travis responded, “I’ve got a date with Carla and Brittnay.”

“Carlie and Bethany,” I corrected. “You sure your heart can take them two nights in a row?”

“I ain’t that much older than you,” he replied. “I’ve still got plenty of stamina.”

I snorted, shaking my head. “Plenty of stamina, huh? I’m sure the two of them will keep you on your toes.”

Ryan shot me a sideways look, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “You sure you’re okay with that?” he teased. “Him and his entourage?”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “It’s not my problem.”

Travis raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it. I saw you admiring their assets.”

I shot him a look, my smile widening. “I’m just saying—next time, maybe let me know so I can brace myself.”

Ryan squeezed my shoulder lightly, his gaze soft but knowing. “We’ll stick with the quiet nights. You and me, just like we planned.”

Travis gave a dramatic sigh. “You two are getting all cozy. It’s almost cute.”

“Almost,” I muttered, bumping Ryan’s shoulder lightly with mine.

Travis smirked, clearly unbothered by our teasing. “I’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Just don’t end up in a hot tub with a bunch of strangers,” I shot back, giving him a pointed look.

He laughed. “No promises. But if I do, I’ll make sure you’re the first to hear about it.”

With that, Travis swaggered off to the tent where the prize ceremony was taking place, his confidence fully intact.

I leaned into him, with Ryan, everything felt a little lighter, like I could breathe easier. No pressure. No distractions. Just the two of us.

“Since Travis will be occupied tonight,” Ryan leaned in so only I could hear, “I saw a store not far from the hotel where we can pick up a few teammates.”

My lips curved into a smile. “I’m still trying to figure out how getting me a new vibrator is a gift for you.”

“Watching you cum is a gift for me, baby,” he whispered, his arm pulling me closer to him.

My heart skipped a beat at his words, the intensity of his gaze pulling me in as much as the promise in his voice. I let out a quiet laugh, trying to cover the warmth spreading through me.

“Well, in that case,” I said, my voice just as low, “I guess I can consider it a gift for both of us.”

Ryan’s smirk was all sorts of dangerous, his hand sliding down my back, pulling me a little closer. "You don’t even know what kind of gift it is yet, baby." His lips brushed against my ear as he spoke, sending a shiver down my spine.

I tilted my head back slightly, catching his eyes. "Guess I'll just have to wait and see," I teased, my fingers brushing against his chest, feeling the heat radiating off of him.

Travis dropped us off at the hotel, waving as he took off for his ‘date’. His sandy blond hair caught the neon lights of the city as he flashed that signature grin, the one that always made you feel like you were in on some kind of secret. Ryan and I watched him drive off, the hum of his car fading into the distance, before we turned and walked the few blocks down to the Sapphire Lounge.

The building was unassuming from the outside, just a sleek black facade with a glowing blue sign that flickered faintly. Ryan held the door open for me, his hand brushing the small of my back as I stepped inside. What greeted us was nothing short of a revelation. This wasn’t just an adult toy store—it was a sex club.

The air was thick with perfume and pheromones, the kind of atmosphere that made your skin prickle with anticipation. I looked at Ryan with a smirk, my voice low and teasing. “I’m game to hang around for a while if you are.”

He raised an eyebrow, that confident grin spreading across his face. “Oh, I’m game,” he said, his tone playful but with a hint of something darker, something that sent a shiver down my spine.

“ID’s, please?” The voice came from behind the front counter, sharp and businesslike. I turned to see a woman in her early thirties, her dark hair neatly styled, her crisp suit hugging her figure in a way that was almost unfair. She was the definition of no-nonsense, but there was something in her eyes—a flicker of curiosity, maybe even longing.

Ryan flashed his ID with a practiced ease, then turned to me, raising an eyebrow as if to challenge me to keep up. I followed suit, pulling mine from my purse, trying to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. The woman gave a quick glance at our IDs before handing us two black wristbands. “Welcome to the Sapphire Lounge,” she said, her tone warm but professional. “Feel free to explore.”

I glanced at Ryan as we moved past her, my heart beating a little faster. “Well, this is... unexpected,” I said, my voice teasing but with an edge of excitement.

Ryan chuckled, his fingers brushing lightly against mine as we walked into the dimly lit space. “You said you were game,” he replied, his voice low and purposeful.

I gave him a playful nudge, matching his tone. “You’re the one who wanted to get me a vibrator. This is just... a bonus.”

He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “This is just the beginning, baby.”

We moved deeper into the club, the air thick with anticipation. Around us, people were mingling, some lounging in private booths, others dancing in the middle of the floor, and a few even disappearing through velvet curtains that led to who knew where. The energy was electric, and I could feel it buzzing through my veins.

“Let’s just enjoy the night,” Ryan murmured, his hand slipping to the small of my back as he guided me toward the bar. “Whatever happens, happens.”

“I like the sound of that,” I said, my lips curving into a smile as I slid onto a barstool next to him.

Ryan ordered us drinks, his gaze never leaving me, and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at the thought of what the night might hold. It was going to be an experience—one I wasn’t sure I was ready for, but I was damn well going to enjoy.

Our drinks arrived, and Ryan raised his glass in a silent toast. I clinked mine against his, the sound drowned out by the low thrum of the music. The first sip of my drink sent a warm wave through me, and I felt myself relax a little, letting the atmosphere seep into my bones.

“So,” Ryan said, leaning in close so I could hear him over the music. “What do you think? Want to explore, or should we just see where the night takes us?”

I glanced around, taking in the dimly lit booths, the couples whispering to each other, the occasional gasp or moan that floated through the air. “Let’s explore,” I said, my voice steady but with a hint of mischief. “But only if you’re up for it.”

Ryan’s grin widened, and he stood, offering me his hand. I took it, letting him lead me through the crowd, his touch light but firm. We passed a room with a glass wall, inside of which a couple was engaged in a heated make-out session, their hands roaming freely. I felt my cheeks flush, but I didn’t look away. Something was intoxicating about the freedom here, the way people seemed to shed their inhibitions without a second thought.

He led me through a narrow corridor, the walls adorned with erotic artwork that blurred the lines between art and pornography. The air was thick with the scent of incense, masking the underlying aroma of sweat and desire. We reached a door, unmarked, its surface smooth and unadorned.

“Interested?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. “Maybe,” I said, my voice trembling just a little. “But not alone.”

Ryan’s lips curved into a smirk, and he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Then let’s go together.” He reached for the door, his other hand still holding mine, and pulled it open just enough for us to slip inside.

The room was small, lit by a single, soft red light. A plush couch stood in the center, and a couple was already there, their bodies entwined in a way that made my breath catch. They didn’t seem to notice us, too caught up in each other, and I felt a jolt of something—nervousness, excitement, desire—course through me.

Ryan’s hand tightened around mine, and he pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my temple. “Still game?” he murmured, his voice low and rough.

I looked up at him, my heart racing, and nodded. “Still game.”

Ryan guided me to the plush couch, his hand warm and firm on the small of my back. The couple on the other end of the couch barely glanced our way, too absorbed in each other, their breaths mingling in the dim red light. I could feel the heat in the room, the air thick with anticipation, and my pulse quickened as Ryan’s fingers traced a slow line down my arm before he turned me to face him.

His eyes locked on mine, dark and intense, and I felt a shiver run through me. His hands came up to cradle my face, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks as he leaned in, his lips hovering just above mine. “You sure about this?” he murmured, his voice low and raspy, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core.

I nodded, my breath catching as I whispered, “More than sure.”

His lips crashed into mine, hot and demanding, and I melted into him, my hands sliding up his chest to grip his shoulders. His kiss was deep, possessive, and I could feel the tension that had been building between us all night finally snapping. His tongue teased mine, and I moaned softly, my body pressing against his as his hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer.

The sound of a low, appreciative hum from the couple on the couch broke through the haze of desire, and I felt Ryan’s lips curve into a smirk against mine. He pulled back just enough to whisper, “Looks like we’ve got an audience.”

I glanced over and saw the other couple watching us, their eyes dark with lust and curiosity. The woman’s hand was trailing down her partner’s chest, her lips parted as she watched us, and her partner’s gaze was fixed on me, his eyes smoldering. I felt a flush of heat spread through me, and Ryan’s grip on my waist tightened, his breath hot against my ear.

“Do you like being watched?” he asked, his voice rough with desire.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I met his gaze. “I don’t know,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly.

Ryan’s smile was wicked as he leaned in again, his lips brushing against my neck. “Let’s find out,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin as his hands slid up to the hem of my shirt.

I gasped as his fingers found the bare skin of my stomach, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me. His lips moved back to mine, kissing me deeply as his hands pushed my shirt up, revealing my lace bra. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark with hunger, and I felt a thrill of excitement as he reached behind me to unhook it, tossing it aside with a smirk.

The cool air of the room hit my bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Ryan’s gaze as he looked at me, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. His thumbs brushed over my nipples, and I moaned, my head falling back as pleasure shot through me.

Ryan’s lips found my neck again, his tongue tracing a hot path down to my collarbone as his hands continued to tease me. I could feel the other couple’s eyes on us, their hushed whispers adding to the heat of the moment, and I felt a wave of arousal crash over me.

Ryan’s hand slid down to the waistband of my pants, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric to tease the sensitive skin there. “Look at them,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “They can’t take their eyes off you.”

I glanced over and saw the couple watching us, the woman’s hand now sliding down her partner’s thigh, her lips parted in a silent moan. Her partner’s eyes were locked on me, his hand gripping her hip as he leaned in to kiss her neck.

Ryan’s fingers slid lower, and I gasped as he found the edge of my panties, his touch light but deliberate. Ryan’s smile was feral as he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. His hand slid into my panties, and I cried out as his fingers found me, already wet and aching for him. He teased me, his touch maddeningly slow, and I whimpered, my hips arching into his hand.

“Ryan,” I gasped, my hands gripping his shoulders as pleasure ripped through me.

“Tell me what you need,” he murmured, his lips brushing against mine as his fingers continued to work me.

I could barely think, my body on fire as I whispered, “Please.”

Ryan’s smile was wicked as he pulled back, his eyes locking on mine. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice rough.

He slid off the couch, his hands on my hips as he pulled me to the edge, his lips trailing a hot path down my stomach. I gasped as his hands slid my pants and panties down my legs, tossing them aside as he knelt between my thighs.

I could feel the other couple’s eyes on us, their whispers growing louder, and I felt a thrill of excitement as Ryan’s lips found me, his tongue tracing a hot path over my sensitive skin. I cried out, my hands tangling in his hair as he licked me, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me.

“Ryan,” I gasped, my hips arching into his mouth as he teased me, his tongue flicking over the most sensitive spot.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with hunger as he whispered, “Let them watch you cum for me.”

Ryan’s fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as his mouth worked me with slow, deliberate precision. Every flick of his tongue sent sparks up my spine, and I clenched the edge of the couch, the fabric rough against my palms. I was close, so close, my thighs trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The woman across from me bit her lip, her own fingers trailing down between her legs as she watched.

"Let go," Ryan murmured against my skin, his voice vibrating through me.

I shattered.

A cry tore from my throat as pleasure crashed over me in waves, my body arching, fingers twisting in his hair. The room blurred—the red light, the scent of sweat and musk, the whisper of fabric shifting as the couple beside us moved closer. Ryan didn’t stop, drawing out every last shudder until I was limp, gasping, my skin slick with heat.

He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The couple across from us exhaled in unison, their own tension unspooling in the charged air.

Ryan's eyes sparkled with a mixture of triumph and desire as he took in my post-orgasmic state, my body sated but already craving more. He leaned in, his lips brushing mine. I moaned, tasting myself on his lips.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with want. "Absolutely beautiful."

I felt a flush of pleasure at his words, my body still thrumming with the aftermath of release. The other couple's presence snapped back into focus, their eyes locked on us, their expressions a mix of satisfaction and longing. The woman's hand rested on her partner's thigh, her fingers idly tracing patterns as she watched us, her breath still slightly unsteady.

With a wicked smile, Ryan stood, his eyes never leaving mine as he unbulked his belt and lowered his zipper. Letting out a groan as he freed himself from the confines of his jeans. Moving back towards me, Ryan's body hovered over mine, his lips finding my neck, my shoulders, his tongue tasting the salt of my skin. I felt the length of him, pressing against me, and I arched my back, inviting him to take what was his.

My fingers dug into his back as he drove into me. My legs hooked high around his hips, pulling him deeper. Ryan's thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one sending sparks of pleasure through me. I felt every inch of him, the stretch and burn, the exquisite friction as our bodies moved in perfect sync. The other couple's eyes were fixed on us, their gazes intense, their own passions rekindled by our erotic dance.

Ryan's lips found mine, his kiss deep and passionate. I tasted myself on his tongue, a heady reminder of the pleasure he'd drawn from me, even as he stoked the flames anew. His hands gripped my hips, guiding, possessing, as he moved inside me, his breath coming in sharp gasps.

The woman on the couch bit her lip, her eyes dark with desire as she watched our passionate display. Her partner's hand gripped her thigh, his gaze intense, his breath quickening as he imagined himself in Ryan's place, taking, claiming.

Ryan's thrusts became more urgent, his body moving with a primal need. I met his pace, my hips rising to greet each thrust, my fingers digging into his back, leaving marks that would fade with the night.

"Ryan," I gasped, my body on the brink once more, pleasure coiling tight within me.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured as he felt my walls clench tighter around him. Deep moans fell from my lips as he drove me further over the edge. His thrusts became more erratic as he chased his own release. With one deep final thrust, he spilled his release inside me.

Ryan's body shuddered as he found his release, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. He buried his face in the curve of my neck, his lips seeking the sensitive skin there, even as his body continued to pulse within me. I felt his heart pounding against my chest, his breath hot on my skin.

The other couple's presence seemed to fade away as we rode out the waves of our mutual pleasure. The world narrowed to the two of us, our bodies entwined, our hearts pounding in sync.

Ryan's lips found mine, his kiss soft and tender, a contrast to the fierce passion that had just consumed us. "Incredible," he whispered, his voice hoarse with satisfaction. "Absolutely incredible."

I smiled, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of release. "They seemed to enjoy the show," I murmured, glancing over at the other couple. They were locked in an embrace, their eyes closed, their breaths steadying as they savored the moment.

Ryan's hand trailed down my body, his touch sending shivers in the wake of our climax. "Let's give them an encore," he whispered, his voice low and laced with desire. "If they're very lucky."

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