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He never stopped crying. When Ryder cuddled him he screamed. When she fed him he would squirm and throw his little arms in every direction, slapping the bottle out of her hand time and time again until he figured out how to hold it by himself. When the new mother set her baby down on the floor, next to some toys, he would cry like he had just been given his shots; screaming until his face turned red…or until Ryder walked away and left him to his own accord. Baby Oliver was rarely happy.
Ryder did everything she could think of to try and sooth the little boy. She surrounded him with his favorite toys and softest stuffed animals. She heated his formula four times until it was the perfect temperature. She changed him almost every hour. She held his squirmy body in her arms and she bounced him on her hip. Ryder pushed the curls out of his face and wiped his tears in the sporadic moments of contentment. With each passing day, Ryder was more and more convinced that Ollie not only looked like his father but shared his sour temper as well. He got his daddy’s unpleasantness and his mother’s independence. It was a nightmare combination for the new mom.
“Shhhh, go to sleep baby.” Ryder picked up her son under his arms and laid him back down in his crib. He only lasted on his back for a few moments before rolling over, standing up and fussing some more. Bed time was always the worst. Oliver always wanted to be left alone during the days but the moment he was put down in his crib he clung to his mother for dear life. Ryder could never understand it. “Come on, Ollie, it’s time for bed.” She cooed and pushed the hair from his face, leaving his terrified green eyes pleading with hers. “Every night….every night we go through this.” Ryder sighed, talking as if Oliver could understand her.
A soft knock at the front door caught the woman’s attention, sending her out of Oliver’s room as he continued to howl. “Hi Kelley, come on in.” Ryder opened the door to a small blonde teen with a backpack slung over her shoulders.
“Hi, Mrs. Kennedy.” Kelley said as she dropped her bag on the sofa.
“Kelley, how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Ryder.”
“Sorry. Habbit.” The teen chuckled over the sounds of Ollie from down the hall. Ryder had met her next door neighbor, Kelley, the day she moved in to the building. The little blonde was sitting on the front stoop reading a book when Ryder lugged her one suitcase out of the cab. The newest New York resident didn’t think much of the girl until she soon became Ryder’s closest confident and most trusted babysitter. It didn’t take long from them to form an understanding. Ryder quickly learned that Kelley would rather be anywhere than next door with her dead beat dad so she offered her a quiet place to do her homework in exchange for five dollars and hour and a midnight feeding or diaper change for her little boy. “Typical night?”
“I don’t know what it is about bed time, but Ollie just cannot handle it.”
“I’m sure he’ll quiet down in little while. It usually takes about twenty minutes for him to tire himself out.” Kelley made herself comfortable on the sofa, tucking her legs underneath her and pulling a text book from her bag. “Are you on until one or two tonight?”
“Two.” Ryder was gathering her things from around the house while pulling on her jacket simultaneously. “You ok with a late night?”
“No problem, I’ve got an algebra test to study for anyways.”
“Oh! Before I forget!” Ryder dug through some papers on her dining table, fishing out one of Kelley’s English papers. “I proof read your paper, it’s brilliant.” She handed it to the girl was a fond smile.
“You really think so?”
“You covered the topic perfectly! There is no doubt you’ll be top of the class.”
“Thank you again for reading it.”
“Anytime, sweetie.” Ryder pulled on her last boot, tying a double knot with the laces. “I’ll see you in a few hours, ok?”
“Have a good time at work.” Kelley waved the woman off just as Oliver’s wailing started to die down. Ryder pulled the door shut, fishing out her keys and locking her most valuable possessions inside.
It was a typical night at work for the girl; faking smiles and accommodating everyone else. The restaurant was busier than usual for a Friday night, even though reservations were three months out, and it left Ryder stumbling on her sore feet and eyes drooping as she walked home in the chilly air. Exhaustion had become the new normal for the girl and she feared it would haunt her for the rest of her life. The brunette was about three blocks from her apartment when her phone started to ring in her bag.
“Hey, Bex.”
“Ryder! I’m so glad you’re still awake.” Bexley spoke in a hushed tone through the receiver.
“I’m just headed home from work actually. What are you doing up so early?” The girl glanced at her watch, “It’s like six in the morning there.”
“Well, I just wanted to call and see how you were, how things were going. It’s been a while since we’ve chatted.
“Why are you whispering?”
“Oh, um.” Bexley hesitated slightly, “Schmidty is still sleeping…”
“Excuse me? Are you at the penthouse?”
“Not exactly…”
“Bexley Joy, I want all the details.” The two girls laughed over the line.
“Well, we kind of hit it off during all the wedding planning activities.” Ryder instantly saddened at the mention of the wedding, a clear picture of the invitation Bexley had sent her months ago appearing in her mind. “And then we danced together at the reception and well one thing led to another and he’s sleeping in my bed right now.”
“I cannot believe you!”
“You’re not mad are you?” Bexley instantly tried to backtrack.
“No! Not at all.” Ryder shared. “Quite the opposite actually. I’m really happy for you Bex. Schmidty is a really great guy.”
“Thanks, Ry. I don’t know if anything will come from this but I sure do enjoy spending time with him and I can’t say I wasn’t satisfied last night.”
“Gross.” The two girls laughed again, “He’s like my brother.” The conversation lulled slightly as Bexley waited for the question she knew Ryder was bound to ask.
“So um…how was the wedding?” Ryder rounded the corner, her building now in sight.
“It was really nice. Addie looked absolutely stunning and you would have been so proud of Liam. They did such a lovely job with everything. I wish you could have seen it all.”
“You and I both.” Ryder exhaled, white smoke slipping from between her lips due to the cold New York air. Did he…” She trailed.
“Yeah, at the very end. I saw Hattie and him talking for a bit.”
“Well that’s good.” The line quieted again.
“How is Oliver by the way?”
“Oh he’s as cranky as ever but I suppose he’s doing ok. We’re both still alive so that’s a good sign.”
“I can’t wait to meet him, Ry.”
“You’ll have to just come for a visit.” Ryder offered as she pushed her way through the buildings entrance doors.
“I think you should come visit me. You’re home country misses you...and I miss you, and I know for sure that your family misses you.” Ryder took the steps two at a time as Bexley played her cards. “Just come home already. I want my best friend back and I want to meet Ollie.”
“Bex…” Ryder started.
“I know, I know.” The British girl groaned. “I can’t come home, blah, blah, blah.”
“If you miss me that bad, you’ll just have to fly out to New York yourself.” The line hushed for the third time. “Bex? Are you there?” Ryder pulled the phone from her ear as she reached the top step, making sure she was still connected to her best friend. “Hello?” She could hear the faint noise of someone talking in the background. She thought maybe Schmidty had woken up but she was even more confused when Bexley whispered.
“Oh my god.”
“Bex?” Ryder stopped in the middle of the hallway, brows scrunched in confusion. “Bex, what’s wrong?” The line was silent for a second before someone started yelling.
“Schmidty! SCHMIDTY!! Wake up!” Bexley started screaming on the other end of the phone. So much so that Ryder had to pull it away from her ear. “Oh my god.”
“What is going on?”
“Ryder, I have to go!” Her voice was suddenly frantic and rushed.
“Bex! Wait, what happened?”
“Turn on the news.” And with that the line went dead.
Three thousand, two hundred and sixty some miles away, the faintest of golden embers were beginning to peak through the messily drawn curtains. It splashed across the floor in diagonal streaks that left castoff clothing glowing. It slowly, peacefully snuck up on the unsuspecting couple leaving a tingling warmth across their exposed skin. Even with the chilly outdoor temperature, the pair had kicked off the fluffy duvet cover and were using each other and a thin sheet for warmth. It was only a race against time to see who would stir first, both having been exhausted from the previous night’s activities.
On this serene Sunday morning, it was Addison who woke first. The woman inhaled deeply, the all too familiar scent of her new husband tickling her nose and leaving a smile spreading on her dry lips. She was firmly cuddled into Liam’s side as his arm around her waist kept her in place. Their legs were tangled in both each other’s and the sheets. Their figures were a twisted mess and Addie knew there was no way she would be getting out of bed without waking him.
So, in any such situation, the new bride decided to give her husband a wakeup call he would not soon forget. She slyly inched her way away from Liam, just enough to roll further on to her side and almost lay half atop of him. Liam let out a soft snore as she ran her cold hands up his torso. The snoring turned into heavy breathing when she began placing tiny pecks along his ribs. Liam’s arm tightened around his wife’s waist once her kisses reached his protruding collar bone and a smile crossed his lips when she moved up along his neck. Her hands ran along his chest and her feet tangled in toned legs while she placed sweet kisses along Liam’s scruffy jaw line. “Good morning, husband.” She whispered between kisses.
“Mhmm.” Liam gave her a sleepy moan, “Morning wife.” His dark eyes slowly drifted open to be meet instantly with Addison hovering over him. He used his free hand to push the dark hair out of Addison’s eyes and behind her ear. The girl dipped her head down further, letting her lips connect with his in a tender kiss. Liam’s large palm cupped the girls warm cheek as they deepened the kiss.
“So…” Addison pulled away and propped herself up against Liam, crossing both hands over his chest and resting her chin on top, giving her an up close and personal view of the glistening diamond on her finger. “What should we do on our first official day as husband and wife?” She giggled lightly.
“I vote we stay in bed all day.” The man let his hands come up to rest on the small of his wife’s back, looping his fingers together and holding the girls frame tightly against his.
“I could give you half the day.”
“Only half?” Liam whined with his signature puppy dog eyes.
“I want to go for a walk and see the ocean.”
“You want to freeze to death the first day were married?”
“It’s supposed to be nice today. Look, the suns even out.” She nodded towards the peaking rays knocking at the window. “Come on…I’ve never been to Whitehaven before. I want to go explore and visit the shops and go to the water and see the light house. There’s so much to be done.” Addie begged, “We could get all of our holiday shopping finished.”
Liam chuckled, “I don’t think honeymoons are meant for holiday shopping.”
“Well why not kill two birds with one stone then?”
“But I’m so tired.” Liam let his head lull to the side as he closed his eyes, pretending to fall back asleep.
“Babe.” Addison whined, hitting his chest lightly.
“Shhhh, I’m sleeping.” The trick might have worked if Liam hadn’t smiled.
“Come on then.” She hit his chest again and made a move to push herself up on the bed.
“No.” Liam’s grip tightened around her, forcing her to stay put.
“Liam.” Addison spoke in a warning tone.
“No leaving. You make a good blanket.”
“Seriously?” The girl tried to move her legs but she was trapped.
A fit of giggles filled the room when Liam rolled to his side, taking his wife with him and reversing their positions. The man pretended to fall right back asleep, this time his head laying on Addison’s chest. “These make a good pillow.” He smirked as he nuzzled his face against her breasts, making himself comfortable.
Addison tried to push Liam off of her, placing her palms against his shoulders and using all her strength to no avail. “Mr. Payne, you’re going to crush me.”
“But Mrs. Payne you are so comfortable.”
“I can’t breathe.” Addison choked out in a playful tease. Liam laughed and pushed himself up, hovering above his wife below. The girl let out an exaggerated breathe at her new found freedom, throwing her arms out to the side. “Oh thank god! Fresh air!” She teased as they both laughed.
“So cheeky.” Liam dunked his head down and placed a gentle peck on the tip of the woman’s nose.
“I can’t believe were actually married.” Addison wrapped her hands around the back of Liam’s neck, her fingers sliding into his hair. “Like proper married. Certified married couple.”
“You’re stuck with me the rest of your life.” Liam boasted as if he were much too good for his new bride when in all reality he knew she would forever be too good for him.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” The woman slowly pulled Liam’s face down to meet hers, their eyes softy closing in sync as their lips connected once again. At first, the couple were playful and soft with each other; lips forming into smiles mid kiss and hands wandering. Liam kicked his feet, sending the crisp white sheet flying while he repositioned himself, scooting down so his hips were between the woman’s legs. After years of practice, the couple had learned to move together in fluidity so they wasted no time in restarting their activities.
Addison moaned into her husband’s mouth as his tongue sought approval. She quickly relaxed her jaw, giving him full access. Their lips were irresistible to each other, like a fine wine freshly corked. Their tongues swirled around each other like a ferocious wind on a winter day. Liam’s hands moved up the side of the girl’s stomach, taking her thin cotton cami with it as it went. The woman couldn’t help the chills left on her exposed skin. Her fingers pulled and drifted through Liam’s hair as his hand slid under her shirt and up along her breast bone, slowly moving to cup her left breast. The woman let out a sensual breathe as their lips disconnected.
Liam wasted no time in connecting his lips to the skin under Addie’s ear. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access as he softly sucked and pulled at her skin. Her legs instinctively slid upwards along the chilled sheets, her thighs wrapping loosely around the man’s lower torso. “Ohhh” She exhaled, feeling herself growing hornier by the second. The man, knowing exactly how to please her, took his hand from her chest and ran it up and down the girl’s thigh just as she raked her fingers along his shoulder blades.
“Someone’s a bit turned on.” Liam chuckled when he pulled away and got a full view of his wife. Her jade eyes were glazed over in content, her cheeks flushed a halo pink and much to his amusement, her nipples peeking out from under her shirt.
“Oh, shut up.” She smirked, catching Liam by surprise and pushing him off of her and onto the side of the bed. Addie sprung forward, twisting and throwing one leg over so that she was straddling her husband. Her dark left over wedding waves flew in every direction as she smirked. The man watched intently as she crossed her arms, gripped the bottom of her cami and pulled it over her head, leaving her perky breast on full display. She pulled her hair to one side, letting it run over her right shoulder.
“Damn, my wife is beautiful.” A slight blush brushed across the girls cheeks at his words. She couldn’t hold herself back anymore as she bent forward, her lips crashing into Liam’s. Once again they moved together. Addison rolled her hips back and forth, knowing exactly what she was doing. “Such a tease.” Liam mumbled when his lips were free.
“I guess I just know what my man likes.” Addie said between kisses as she worked her way down the middle of the man’s chest and stomach and until she reached the elastic band of his boxers. Liam watched her with determined eyes, completely fixated on her every move. “Up.” She directed and pulled Liam’s boxers down when he lifted his hips from the bed. She only pulled them down far enough to get access to what she really wanted.
As Addie expected, Liam was already at half mass, his member twitching in anticipation. She moved back to sit on her knees with her legs underneath her. The man observed as she spit into her hand before grabbing the base of his cock and slowly pulling upwards while simultaneous bending down just enough for her lips to meet his tip. Liam’s eyes rolled back as his head pushed into the pillow at the new found sensation. Addie swirled her tongue around his tip in small circles as her hand slowly pumped him up and down. Liam’s breathe quickened when she slipped her lips around his thickness, her tongue still moving around him as she sucked in air. She continued to work him with her mouth as one hand traveled down to massage his balls and the other running along his thigh.
“Addie” Liam moaned out as he was overtaken with sensations. His mind clouded as he focused on the job the woman was doing. She bobbed her head up and down, quickening the pace for a few moments before teasing and pulling back. The brunette sucked in as she pushed further down his member before sliding the tip along the inside of her cheek and pausing to catch a breathe.
“Get up here.” Liam demanded, pulling at her arms until she moved forward towards him. Their lips connected as the man’s fingers ran through the girls messy waves and down her back until they reached her backside and decided to rest there. The pair made out for a few moments before Liam pulled away. He leaned forward, forcing Addie to lean back so that she was straddling him again. The man looked over to the floor where his discarded pants and wallet laid. He was about to make the move to retrieve the condom from his wallet when the girl stopped him. He looked at her with scrunched brows and confusion.
“We don’t need it.”
“Wait….are you sure?” He watched her contemplate if for a split second before shaking her head from side to side. Liam was still confused as to why she would say no but his mind was quickly overtaken by a different sensation when Addison sat up on her knees and pulled her lace panties to the side. She used her free hand to take the man’s cock and position it at her entrance. Liam watched with intrigue as she slowly lowered herself down onto him, giving herself time to adjust but not needing much considering how wet and ready she was. The man quickly went to grab at her hips, steadying the woman while her head lulled back in pleasure.
Ever so slowly the girl started to roll her hips back and forth in a slow, steady motion, allowing Liam to fill her inside. Addie placed two firm hands on Liam’s pecks as she began to move up and down, his hands guiding her hips. “Ughhh” She moaned in pleasure as both of their breathing increased. Liam studied her as she quickened the pace, her tits bouncing every so lightly. His eyes were fixated on the image of his cock sliding in and out of her with ease, the woman’s juices giving it a slick coating. How did he get so lucky to have such a gorgeous woman to call his wife?
“Slower.” Addie hissed as she fell forward on to Liam’s chest, burying her face in his shoulder. The man continued to guide her hips up and down at a glacial pace. She moaned and whimpered into his skin, her breathe hot against the chilled air of the room. “Just like that.” She moved to place kisses along the top of his shoulder, moving inwards towards his neck. “Keep going.” Liam could feel her nipping at the crook of his neck as her ab muscles tightened. “Ohhh.” She sighed out as he continued to move in and out of her. “That’s it. Yeah, just like that.” Liam pushed deeper and he knew she was close.
“Fuck.” Liam hissed as he felt her tighten around his cock. Her ab muscles contracted as small whimpers filled the air. “Cum for me, babe.” Addie did just as she was told. A powerful orgasm raced through her sending waves of pleasure crashing into every muscle and bone in her body. Liam continued to pump into her steadily as she rode out her orgasm.
“Ohhh, fucking hell.” The woman released a pleasurable sigh as she came down from her high. After a moment, she steadied herself atop of Liam. Their breathing was heavy and panted. Their eyes locked; clouded and muddled with satisfaction. Addie didn’t say anything but shifted on the bed, pushing herself off her husband and letting him gently fall from her. She got up to stand at the side of the bed, where she ever so seductively shimmied off her panties. Liam sprung from the bed, his arms snaking their way around her bare frame, grabbing a fist full of her ass and pulling her straight into him. His lips attacked hers in a much more frantic kiss. Liam tried to rotate but instead waddled and tripped over the boxers around his knees. The woman burst out laughing at his clumsiness while he hastily pulled his boxers off and threw them across the room.
Liam’s finger tips were hastily back on Addison’s skin. He spun her arounds so that her back was pushed into his chest. With soft hands he massaged her breasts and with wet lips he went to work on her neck. Addie moaned and whimpered at the sensations, her hand reaching up and looping around his head. The woman licked her lips, biting them in anticipation as her husband’s hands traveled further down her stomach and one began rubbing her mound. She couldn’t help but let out a squeal when Liam’s pointer finger made contact with her clit. “Liammm.” The brunette let her head fall back onto the man’s shoulder.
“Bend over.” Liam demanded only a few moments later, somewhat roughly pushing Addie forward until her palms here flat against the edge of the bed. She impulsively arched her back, pushing her butt into the air and perfectly into Liam. The man quickly arranged himself and sharply entered her from behind. The pair let out sequential moans and groans as they picked up the pace. Skin slapped against skin as Liam’s hips repeatedly hit against his wife’s ass. His grip tightened along her hips, no doubt leaving fingertip imprints.
“Harder.” Addie pleaded, falling onto her elbows and pushing her backside up even further and allowing Liam to hit the perfect spot. Liam obliged and quickened the pace, slamming into her all the way. The brunette let out screams of pleasure and satisfaction while Liam was solely focused on his rhythm. Grunt’s groveled in his chest with each thrust. The man’s grip tightened, grabbing fistfuls of Addison’s skin. His thrusts started to get hurried and sloppy just as a cell phone started to ring.
“Ignore it.” Addie begged, knowing both were close to the finish line. Liam agreed and continued to pound into her as the call went to voicemail but it wasn’t much later that the mobile began to ring again.
“Seriously?” Liam hiss in annoyance.
“It can wait. Keep going.” Addie’s eyes rolled back as Liam distractedly slowed his pace.
“It’s Killian. I told him he was the only one to call and only in a life or death situation.” The phone had stopped ringing again but not a moment later did a third call come through.
“Ugh.” Addie groaned as Liam pulled out of here completely, leaving her utterly unsatisfied and on the edge. She collapsed onto the bed, burring her face in a pillow in irritation. “Someone better be dead.” Liam rummaged through the piles of clothes and eventually found his phone, still ringing, under the duvet.
“What?” He spoke harshly into the receiver. Addie rolled onto her back, sitting up and watching her husband’s face intently. She sat up a bit straighter, eyes widening while the look on Liam’s face slowly morphed from annoyance to shock. “When?” Liam spoke in a monotonous tone.
“Did someone die?” Addie questioned in worry.
“No leads?” Liam turned his back to his wife, moving towards the window and scratching the back of his neck. “Has she called?” The woman moved toward the edge of the bed, her nerves growing with each passing second; instant flashes of Ryder coming to her mind at the mention of a girl. “Fuck.” Liam sighed roughly, “I’m on my way.” He ended the call but took a moment to himself before turning around to face the distress woman.
“Tell me.” She got to her feet, searching for her discarded panties knowing they would soon be on the road home. “What happened?”
Liam took a second, letting the news sink in. He leaves town for less than twenty four hours, to celebrate his honeymoon no less, and this is the call to wake him up. He stood frozen by the window as Addison put her clothes back on.
“Liam?” She paused, growing nervous at her husband’s state. “Who died?”
“The Prime Minister.”