Adult
Title: Carry You Home
Author: K. Ryan
Series: Carry Your Heart, #2
Publication Date: February 9, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, New Adult
Everything is going as planned, for the most part. With school, the club, and new responsibilities on the horizon, the life Caleb and Isabelle imagined together is so close they can taste it. But their happiness is also a fragile one--all it takes is one wrong turn, one stupid decision and their happily ever after shatters all over the highway.
Because as old threats resurface and new ones rise, the most deadly enemy of all lies not in outside forces, but inside the club itself. How do you follow orders when you know those orders might destroy everything you love? How do you move forward when all your best-laid plans slip right through your fingertips?
Choice breeds consequence. Hope rises from the ashes. Love weathers any storm. And in the end, every road leads home.
**Carry You Home is not a standalone and is the sequel to Carry Your Heart. It is intended for readers 18 and older**
“Yeah, Iz?”
“Make it go away,” I whispered.
He nodded. He knew exactly what I was asking and I knew that anything I asked for, anything I wanted, he was going to give me. And even if his mind had been on a rougher, faster track tonight, even if he’d needed to work out a little more aggression from the day’s events, I needed him to go slow, to be tender with me, and to just love me.
“Okay, Iz,” Caleb murmured.
He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against mine, his fingers skimming all the way underneath the shirt to slide it over my head. My legs wrapped around his waist and a moment later, my fingers were pulling his own shirt over his head. He bent down to place feather-light kisses on the insides of my thighs, my stomach, my chest, my neck, before finally settling over my lips.
I loved this about him—matter what was going on with us, whether it was the club, school, or just plain old life, sex was always something that just worked between us. It was where we met up at night. Where we found each other again in spite of whatever happened that day. Tonight, even in his worked-up state, was no exception.
He swirled his tongue in long, leisurely circles inside my mouth, taking his time in getting me to relax. I needed him to take his time, but I also needed him to get somewhere else first and slipped both his shorts and his boxers down to his ankles so he could kick them off. I hoisted myself up on my elbows and watched him with hooded eyes as he lazily freed himself from the layers keeping us apart. Two seconds later, he thrust his hands underneath me and playfully yanked me closer to him.
He gripped my hips, digging his fingers into my skin and he easily slipped inside me. My hands tangled in his hair and he rocked against me, finding that easy rhythm and hitting exactly where he knew he needed to go. It was slow, lazy lovemaking and it was exactly what both of us needed tonight. His lips never seemed to stray far from an inch of my skin, trailing up my neck, pressing into my mouth, lingering around my jaw.
We’d done this leisurely, easy pace before and we had all night to enjoy it, but this was different.
Every movement, every kiss, every touch seemed to heighten the emotions we were feeling—the love, the need, the desire. It felt like a piece of my soul had splintered and his had meshed in with mine to fill in the empty spaces. We were forged as one, melded together in the heat surrounding us.
And when my release shattered through my body and Caleb trembled above me, I knew that, in spite of the day’s drama, we were going to have the best night of sleep we’d had in months. All the weight had been lifted and now, we could finally breathe.
“I’m gonna marry you,” Caleb hummed against my ear.
“Uh huh,” I sighed lazily. “You are.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
“Tomorrow?” he asked hopefully and his tone suggested he wasn’t being entirely facetious.
Somehow, I still had the energy to laugh. “Not tomorrow. Soon though.”
“Fine,” he huffed and tugged me against his chest as we settled back into the pillows. “I guess I can wait.”
“You’re going to have to.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re worth the wait, Iz.”
This time, I totally had enough energy to smack him right in the chest.
ABOUT K. RYAN
K. Ryan is a former English teacher, who graduated from the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point in 2009. When not writing, she’s either binge-watching something on Netflix, running, reading, or cheering on the Packers. She lives in the Green Bay area with her crazy-supportive boyfriend and the best decision of her adult life, a not-so-stray cat named Oliver.
Follow her on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook or visit her website for updates and news.
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Title: Carry You HomeAuthor: K. Ryan
Series: Carry Your Heart, #2
Publication Date: February 9, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, New Adult
Synopsis
The conclusion to Caleb and Isabelle’s story…Everything is going as planned, for the most part. With school, the club, and new responsibilities on the horizon, the life Caleb and Isabelle imagined together is so close they can taste it. But their happiness is also a fragile one--all it takes is one wrong turn, one stupid decision and their happily ever after shatters all over the highway.
Because as old threats resurface and new ones rise, the most deadly enemy of all lies not in outside forces, but inside the club itself. How do you follow orders when you know those orders might destroy everything you love? How do you move forward when all your best-laid plans slip right through your fingertips?
Choice breeds consequence. Hope rises from the ashes. Love weathers any storm. And in the end, every road leads home.
**Carry You Home is not a standalone and is the sequel to Carry Your Heart. It is intended for readers 18 and older**
EXCERPT
Isabelle
“Caleb?”“Yeah, Iz?”
“Make it go away,” I whispered.
He nodded. He knew exactly what I was asking and I knew that anything I asked for, anything I wanted, he was going to give me. And even if his mind had been on a rougher, faster track tonight, even if he’d needed to work out a little more aggression from the day’s events, I needed him to go slow, to be tender with me, and to just love me.
“Okay, Iz,” Caleb murmured.
He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against mine, his fingers skimming all the way underneath the shirt to slide it over my head. My legs wrapped around his waist and a moment later, my fingers were pulling his own shirt over his head. He bent down to place feather-light kisses on the insides of my thighs, my stomach, my chest, my neck, before finally settling over my lips.
I loved this about him—matter what was going on with us, whether it was the club, school, or just plain old life, sex was always something that just worked between us. It was where we met up at night. Where we found each other again in spite of whatever happened that day. Tonight, even in his worked-up state, was no exception.
He swirled his tongue in long, leisurely circles inside my mouth, taking his time in getting me to relax. I needed him to take his time, but I also needed him to get somewhere else first and slipped both his shorts and his boxers down to his ankles so he could kick them off. I hoisted myself up on my elbows and watched him with hooded eyes as he lazily freed himself from the layers keeping us apart. Two seconds later, he thrust his hands underneath me and playfully yanked me closer to him.
He gripped my hips, digging his fingers into my skin and he easily slipped inside me. My hands tangled in his hair and he rocked against me, finding that easy rhythm and hitting exactly where he knew he needed to go. It was slow, lazy lovemaking and it was exactly what both of us needed tonight. His lips never seemed to stray far from an inch of my skin, trailing up my neck, pressing into my mouth, lingering around my jaw.
We’d done this leisurely, easy pace before and we had all night to enjoy it, but this was different.
Every movement, every kiss, every touch seemed to heighten the emotions we were feeling—the love, the need, the desire. It felt like a piece of my soul had splintered and his had meshed in with mine to fill in the empty spaces. We were forged as one, melded together in the heat surrounding us.
And when my release shattered through my body and Caleb trembled above me, I knew that, in spite of the day’s drama, we were going to have the best night of sleep we’d had in months. All the weight had been lifted and now, we could finally breathe.
“I’m gonna marry you,” Caleb hummed against my ear.
“Uh huh,” I sighed lazily. “You are.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
“Tomorrow?” he asked hopefully and his tone suggested he wasn’t being entirely facetious.
Somehow, I still had the energy to laugh. “Not tomorrow. Soon though.”
“Fine,” he huffed and tugged me against his chest as we settled back into the pillows. “I guess I can wait.”
“You’re going to have to.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re worth the wait, Iz.”
This time, I totally had enough energy to smack him right in the chest.
TEASERS
K. Ryan is a former English teacher, who graduated from the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point in 2009. When not writing, she’s either binge-watching something on Netflix, running, reading, or cheering on the Packers. She lives in the Green Bay area with her crazy-supportive boyfriend and the best decision of her adult life, a not-so-stray cat named Oliver.Follow her on Twitter, Instagram, and Facebook or visit her website for updates and news.
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