Off Sides

I see how he completely and utterly unravels in front of me. I'm apparently pretty good at this because Ryan doesn't last long, shouting my name as he releases into me.
    Hmmm...that might take some getting used to, but everything up until that point was mind blowing. I'm already calculating when I can do this to him again.
    Ryan pulls me up by my shoulders and gives me a hard kiss. I know he can taste himself on my lips and I'm shocked beyond reason that he does this. But it also turns me on in a deep, dark way.
    Finally pulling away from my kiss, Ryan says, "Let's go before my plans for a picnic get ruined by me taking you to your bedroom and screwing your brains out."
    I snicker and hurry down the hall to brush my teeth before we leave.
    ***
    The park Ryan has taken me to is busy. The green fields are dotted with people just like us, taking advantage of a warm Boston day. We are able to find a spot that is away from the hustle and bustle of the numerous flag football and Frisbee games going on.
    Ryan and I are laying side by side on a blanket. The only place we are touching is our pinky fingers which are hooked around each other. The sun is warm and bright. I'm full from our lunch and I feel lazy and in love. It’s a wonderful combination and I highly recommend it.
    Rolling over to my side, I put my head on my hand and look at Ryan. Running my fingertips along his jaw, his lips curve into a smile and he opens his eyes. He turns to his side, resting his head on his bicep and just stares at me.
    "Tell me more about your family. You're unusually quiet about them," I say.
    Ryan grabs my fingers that are skimming his face and kisses the tips. "What do you want to know?"
    "Just...everything. Tell me what you want me to know."
    He looks at me earnestly. "I want you to know everything about me."
    I lean over and kiss his jaw. "So spill."
    Ryan chuckles. "Well, I don't have the type of relationship with my parents that you had with yours. It's cold...almost sterile. There wasn't a lot of love or hugs in my household." He pauses a second. "I think that’s why I love touching you so much."
    My heart squeezes painfully thinking of the boy that didn't have hugs. I vow to myself that I will hug him every day for the rest of my life.
    "Do you have any siblings?"
    Ryan nods. "My younger sister, Emily. She's a senior in high school here in Boston."
    "What's she like?" I'm thinking we can have girlfriend/sister shopping and lunch dates.
    "She's a lot like Angeline. Spoiled, bratty, entitled. We aren't very close. My mother has had more of an influence on her than anyone."
    Okay. I’ll mark the girlfriend/sister lunch dates off my list.
    I scoot over close to Ryan and lay my head on his chest, wrapping my arm around his waist. "I'm sorry you don't know what it's like to have a loving family. That must have been tough."
    He shrugs his shoulders. "I guess. I'm close to my uncle...the one I told you played in the NHL. He’s one that comes to all my games. He's the one that calls me to see how school is going."
    "I'd like to meet him sometime," I murmur.
    Ryan squeezes me. "I can't wait for him to meet you. He's going to adore you."
    "Do you think I'll meet your parents anytime soon. I mean, you've met mine...Paula and Sarge that is."
    Ryan releases me and pushes me back a little so I can see his face. He rubs his thumb over my cheekbone and has a sad look on his face. "Danny...my parents wouldn't like you. I am so ashamed to say that they will judge you because you look different than them and you don't come from money. They won't even bother trying to look at all of the amazing things that I see in you. And I'm so sorry for that because they'll never know what a fantastically amazing woman you are."
    Ryan's words hurt me, not because of what they would think about me, but because they don't have the ability to care enough for their son the way parents should. I hate that his parents are so rigid in their ideals of what constitutes the right girlfriend for their son, that they would sacrifice his happiness.
    "You deserve better than that, Ry."
    “Ry? I like that.” He kisses me softly then sits up on the blanket. He looks nervous and I sit up opposite of him, cocking my head slightly.
    "I need a favor. I would like you to do something for me."
    I smile indulgently at him. "Anything for you."
    Ryan turns his back on me to reach into the gear bag he brought. He had our lunch packed in there along with a bottle of wine that we drank