A/N; I posted chapter 24 yesterday so you might have not read that yet…so, pls read that before reading this because it won't make sense if u don't…make sure you read that first and take it in/review lol before moving on to this…another thing is, this chapter may be bordering on a M rating, don't know but all I can say is I don't write smut so I guess it won't be too bad…and as always I would love to hear from you guys and thanks for the reviews/discussion of this fic…xxx

Chapter 25 –

Ryan was lying on his back in his bed. The bed felt cosier than usual, hot and familiar. A feeling, an impression of belonging was growing in his chest as his eyes traced over his large dresser, the wardrobe and the cushioned chairs. He looked to the left. There was a t-shirt he almost recognized slung over one of the cushioned chairs beside the door. Turning his head the opposite way, he saw dark curtains parted enough around his large window to show a velvet navy dark sky and the sparkle of millions of tiny stars. No cities nearby meant the night-sky always twinkled. The beautiful sight made him smile. But then his thoughts turned blank when a pleasurable sensation coursed through his body.

Warmth and wetness, sliding over the erection he hadn't noticed before. In fact, in a distant part of his mind Ryan realized for the first time that he was butt-naked. Cool cotton sheets whispered along his bare skin as he squirmed against hard sharp jolts of bliss rocketing through his body. His head fell back, eyes tightly shut and he focused his attention on the mouth which was on him, on the soft small hands that were locked gently around his hips. In his own territory, with pleasure bombarding him and someone cradling him, holding him steady, he felt safe and happy.

Ryan was overwhelmed with the need to touch the person who was giving him so much pleasure. He reached down blindly, sighing happily when his fingers touched long soft hair. Tangling his hands through the strands, he held on just as gently as he was being held. He subconsciously tugged at the hair because all of a sudden he needed to see who was giving him one of the most intense blow-jobs he'd ever experienced. He struggled to lift his head and look down. When his eyes met the eyes watching him closely, Ryan's eyes widened in alarm.

'Sara!' He was surprised but the name rolled off his tongue in a sigh. She released him to smile and rub her cheek against his cock.

'Ryan. I know you want this as much as I want it. You can't deny it. I love you.' She nuzzled his thigh, her voice sounded so broken that Ryan felt the pleasure growing much more insistent and unsatisfied. He wanted her mouth back on him so he could lose himself once again in the feelings Sara was so willingly giving him.

'Please.' Ryan whispered, thrusting his hips forward. 'Please.'

However, he was left cold and unfulfilled. His head fell back on his pillow, this time in disappointment. He could still feel her soft hands holding his hips, but no matter how many times he pushed forward or how much he begged, Sara's warm loving touch didn't return again and Ryan began to ache, a blunt painful throbbing in his groin that no amount of moving would relieve.

Seconds later, Ryan woke up thrusting into the mattress of his bed. 'Fuck.' He grumbled in annoyance and flipped over on his back. It had only been a dream or a nightmare which ever way he wanted to look at it. It was the first time he'd experienced an erotic dream about her. He'd dreamt about her before but the dreams had been normal dreams. Not x-rated material. He had a bad feeling this sure as hell wouldn't be the only time he had an erotic dream about her, judging by how much time he had to spend with the shy beauty. In fact, he should be surprised he hadn't already had wet dreams about her.

Sara was lightly snoring on the other side of the bed, still sleeping though Ryan was sure he couldn't have been silent. He was glad that she was oblivious to what he imagined would've been an embarrassing display of moaning and humping. Somehow the embarrassment he would have felt if she had seen him didn't even compare to the feeling of gut-wrenching and breath-stealing need he felt for her now. He wanted to feel that intense connection he'd felt with her in the dream. The way she had looked at him in the dream had left him speechless. It wasn't how she looked at him in reality but he was sure it wasn't far off. She always had the same shy loving look tinged with a bit of hurt that she gave him. Ryan thought about Sara's long stares and how those stares would work out if she was giving him those kind of looks in a sexual situation and his dick was throbbing again.

'Damn.' He leaned over the pillow barrier and touched Sara's naked arm with the intention to get some scent from her so that he could feel her whilst he put himself out of his misery. Then, he got up to go to the bathroom to perform the actual task.

Over the next few nights, Ryan dreamt the same thing over and over again the whole night long. In his dreams, he'd had her in every possible position and in every possible place imaginable. Five nights passed like this and his need grew. He tried to avoid her during the day because every time he saw her, all the dreams would come back to him. It was pure torture. And, he couldn't do anything about it. On the sixth night, something happened to change all this though.

Sara sat up in the bed, startled. She'd felt a jolt of sudden emotional feelings course through her body. Turning to look at Ryan's side of bed, she found him leaning over the pillow barrier with his hand touching her arm as he slept. From under hooded eyes, she watched him sleep for a while. He was dreaming about someone. Sadness overcame her when she thought about all those girls who were his type. He was probably dreaming about one of them. Her face crumbled at the thought. Instead, she looked down at her stomach and tried to think what had woken her up in the middle of the night. She didn't need to pee. She had felt something. What was that feeling? Why had she experienced it?

The next couple of hours, she tossed and turned in the bed, restlessly because she wanted comfort but couldn't find it. She wished she waswith her own parents, her own pack so she could ask for it. But, it was impossible at this moment. She couldn't just up and leaveevery time she needed comfort. As she heard Ryan's moans through the long minutes, the need for comfort turned into the craving for touch, skin contact and sex. It was unfair to want something she couldn't have. She sighed in frustration and resumed her twisting on the bed to get rid of the ache.

'Sara, what the fuck's wrong with you? Just sleep. I can't sleep with you huffing, puffing, and twisting like that.' Ryan wasn't really sure what was going on. He'd been brought out of his sleep with her restless movements. He really didn't appreaciate leaving his dreamland where he could love her as much as he wanted and not have to explain any of his feelings.

'I…okay, I'm going to sleep.' Sara didn't know how to tell him the reason why she couldn't sleep. She didn't move for a few seconds but found she couldn't help moving. She felt so restless. She was fluffing her pillow when she felt Ryan touch her naked stomach under her vest. She flinched away from the touch as though she'd been scalded.

Ryan withdrew his hand in confusion, feeling slightly hurt by her rejection. It wasn't the first time he'd touched her. She'd never had this reaction before. Although he had the inkling that whatever she was feeling was the reason she had refused his touch, his pride and ego still took the blow pretty hard. He had never told her, how much he really touched her whilst she was sleeping because she'd probably freak out or worse still, think that he had feelings for her. But, it wasn't like she didn't know that he touched her on her stomach sometimes. 'I'll go and get Mom. She'll know what's wrong?' He grudgingly got out of the bed and straightened his t-shirt, hoping his parents weren't going to notice his erection.

'No. Ryan, nothing is wrong. I'm fine. I just crave something I can't have. Mom and Cece said it's natural to crave things when you're pregnant.' Sara told him with the hope that he wouldn't call anyone. She didn't want to deal with anyone right now. What she wanted, she knew she couldn't have. There was no point to pretend otherwise. And, she knew if Cece came then she'd have to pretend and lie. Sitting up in the bed with her legs crossed and her hand resting on her stomach, she chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to stop her tears from falling.

Ryan nodded dumbly but remained standing. He couldn't move. All he could do was look at the breathtaking view in front of him. She looked gorgeous. Forcing his legs into action, he went to stand beside the bed on her side of the barrier rather than his own side. He wanted to be close to her. Much closer than he already was. Damn those dreams. 'What do you crave?' Ryan felt himself grow hot as he asked her the question. Fuck, that sounded so dirty.

'Comfort.' She answered with half of the truth. The other half of the truth remained locked in her head. She had decided when she had first started living with Ryan that she would never lie to him. She had once read somewhere that a lasting relationship was built on trust. She wanted Ryan to trust her. So, she always told him the truth or most of it, even if it resulted in him hurting her feelings.

Ryan gave Sara an awkward shrug. 'Erm…I guess, I should sit with you then. Erm...we'll have to…you know…erm…sit like how Mom showed us the other day when she was explaining breathing exercises that you should start doing.' He felt heat rise up his neck. Damnit. He wasn't going to blush. This was no big deal. They were just going to sit together. Yeah, in a very intimate position in the bed, the little voice in the back of his head kept repeating. 'So, I'll just…' He scratched the back of his head and huffed out a breath but remained standing.

Sara bit her lip to kill off any moans that were threatening to escape her at the thought of sitting with Ryan. It wouldn't be the first time because they'd sat like that when his Mom had taught them the exercises. However, this was different. They were alone and he was proposing sitting in a bed like that. She felt heat building inside her and colouring her entire body. Gosh, why didn't he just get on with it already? She didn't know if she could take his stalling any longer. The thought had barely finished in her head when she felt Ryan's body all around her. He'd slotted himself in the gap between her and the head-board. She gasped when his hands gripped her hips and he guided her back into his arms.

Ryan felt a rush of pleasure course through his body as her back touched his chest. Without thinking, on impulse, he pulled his t-shirt off after pulling away from her body slightly. A second later, she was back in his arms. Her head bowed down as she moaned and purred, long and low. Hearing her moaning and purring did something to him, his senses sharpened and he became aware of all her feelings. Instinctively, he leaned forward and nuzzled her neck.

Sara didn't have a clue what was happening to her but something was. As soon as she'd felt Ryan's body enveloping her's, some primitive instinct had awaken inside her. Since she had become pregnant, she'd been craving sex and being around the cause of the craving had been driving her crazy. But, it was nothing compared to what she was feeling right now. The only word that kept popping up in her head was Mine. So when he nuzzled her neck, her response was subconscious. She moved her hair out of the way and exposed her neck to him in submission.

Ryan's lustful gaze fell on Sara's exposed neck and he couldn't help himself. He launched an attack, kissing and licking her neck in pure need. 'Sara…' He barely managed to get out.

Sara turned in Ryan's arms, forgetting all her inhibition. 'Ryan, I need…' He cut her off with a kiss on her lips.

'I know what you need.' That was last thing he said before giving up to the need to make love to her which was consuming him.

The morning after the night before wasn't exactly the stuff of dreams. Ryan and Sara weren't even looking at each other as if they were incapable of doing so. All the family was at the dining table having breakfast and the air around the table was tense. Everyone ate in silence as though they knew what had happened the night before, had picked up on the vibes coming off the teen couple who were trying their best to pretend everything was like normal.

'So, Sara, how are you feeling today, the baby okay?' Cece asked in concern. Somehow, she managed to sound like a mother-hen though she was usually scary and loud. Way to go, Cece.

Sara couldn't pretend that everything was okay any longer. 'I can't share rooms with Ryan anymore. I want to go back home.' She began crying.

Biggs gave Cece a horrified look. Shit. He should've known this idea of Ryan mating with her if they shared a bed was too good to be true. He turned his eyes at his son and glared at him. 'Ryan, what did you do?'

'I didn't do anything. Anyway, it takes two to tango.' Ryan grumbled. Everything always had to be his damn fault. Everyone else was fucking perfect. Maybe, he did say some things he shouldn't've to her but he'd gotten scared when he realized what they'd done, why they'd done it, and how much he loved her. He had felt so emotional and the night had been so intense, he'd nearly blurted out that he loved her, damnit. It wasn't his fault if he freaked out a little.

This was unbelievable. 'I hate you. You're never getting any visitation rights to see my son. He's mine.' Sara wailed and stood up, clutching her stomach as though the baby might come out if she didn't hold him in.

Cece got up too. She rounded the table and pulled the distraught little girl in her arms. 'What happened?' She felt lost in this drama.

'It never means anything to him. He thinks he can use me without mating with me. He did…we did…it shouldn't have happened. I thought he wanted to be my mate. But, I'm just like all the other girls to him. No, I'm not like those girls either. He thinks even they are better than me. And, they're his type and I'm not.' Sara's crying turned into sobs. 'Please. I just want to go home.' She rushed out of the dining room.

'Kyla, Lyla, go up and comfort her. It's not good for the baby if she feels hurt and rejected. I'll be up in a minute.' Cece kept her hard gaze trained on her son as she instructed her daughters to leave the room. Then, she repositioned herself in her mate's lap. She knew shit was going to probably hit the fan in a few minutes so she needed to be here to mediate the situation.

Sure that the girls were out of ear-shot, Biggs decided it was time to let his son know how he really felt about all the shit his son was getting into lately. 'You know, I didn't say anything before. When I found out you got a girl pregnant, I didn't know whether to be happy or mad so I let it go. But, maybe I should've taught you a lesson then.'

'Dad, I…' Ryan interrupted but shut up, seeing the raised finger from his Dad.

'I'd like you to shut the fuck up until I'm finished.' Biggs growled in an angry tone. Ryan nodded and bowed his head. The kid actually looked pretty ashamed. However, this wasn't the time to feel sorry for the asshole. He owed it to his son to be a good Dad and point out his son's failings so he didn't repeat his mistakes. 'Sara's a good kid. In fact, she's the only girl who could bring my grandson into this world without being your mate and I wouldn't have a problem about it. I wanted you to mate with her, still do. But, you've said you won't mate with her come hell or high water, if I remember correct. Then, I expected you to respect her for who she is, the mother of your son, and not take advantage of her again. The opposite of which you did, you took advantage of her and constantly disrespect her as if she's a no one. Ryan, she loves you and every time you get physical with her and then tell her it doesn't mean anything hurts her. Don't you get that, you idiot? You know what's the worst thing? I know you love her. You just don't want to accept or admit it. I just hope you accept it before it's too late.'

Ryan's head came up in dread as he looked at his parents' serious faces. He swallowed the sudden bile that had risen in his throat as uncertainty and fear washed over him. 'What's that supposed to mean?' He asked.

'You figure it out.' Biggs simply shrugged. 'And, another thing, if you hurt her like this again, I swear I'm going to break your bones myself.' He added with an evil smile.

After the dressing down he got from his Dad, Ryan made his way into his bedroom to find Sara packing her clothes into her bags. 'Sara, what are you doing?' She didn't answer or acknowledge him as she carried on with her task. He sat beside her bag on the bed and reached for Sara when she was close enough. Ignoring her protests, he pulled her into his lap and buried his face in the crook of her neck. 'I'm scared.'

As soon as the words registered in her head, Sara stopped trying to get out of his embrace. She had expected an apology or an order to stay with him but not this. Not a real confession of his feelings. 'Scared?' She asked, hesitantly.

'I don't talk about…I can't talk about…Sara, please don't leave. I'm sorry. I really didn't mean what I said. I need to be near my son. I can't live without feeling him. Please, don't go. I swear I won't ever touch you unless you want me to.' Ryan pleaded.

Sara couldn't refuse him. How could she when she loved him? He looked so broken and sad. It was the first time he was being honest with her even if it was just to tell her his feelings for their son. She had never doubted his love for their unborn child anyway but now she had his confession. She wished he loved her in the same way but she knew it was wishful thinking so she shouldn't dwell on it. 'Okay. I'll stay so he can be close to you.' Seeing the joy in his face, she knew she had made the right decision.