(Okay, I'm gonna try and make everyone happy with this chapter. Britney is going to make Ryley think twice about Mandy. I hope you enjoy her return as well as Jessica Simpson later in the story. I hope you continue to read, because I have revealed more of Ryley's character. I also hope that you guys vote and send me your feedback. The chapter with Mandy was the top story for a couple of weeks, until the other day, it fell big time with one vote, so someone really nailed me to get me off the top. And now someone is voting against me on almost all my stories, they're falling big time with only one vote. I'd really like to know why a person would do this and if the person who did this is reading this, then at least have the decency to email me and let me know why. So I encourage you all to vote if you enjoy the story. Thanks-the cowboy)
Ryley and Britney stood not five feet apart, seemingly prepared to go to war. The only things that moved were Britney's eyes as they swept over Ryley's form. Ryley didn't move a muscle, his eyes were blazing with a message that was all too clear: fuck off. Apparently, Britney either didn't see the look, or if she did, she didn't care.
She smiled and then stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, giving him a big hug. Ryley looked down her back to her incredible ass, which was showing very clearly through a pair of skin-tight white pants. He sighed and wrapped one arm around her back, squeezing lightly.
Britney stepped back and smiled up at him. Ryley still couldn't bring himself to smile back at her. He stepped back, out of her reach and continued to brush Cheyenne, who had been standing there watching them. Ryley glanced over at Britney.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
Britney looked down at the ground as if she was embarrassed. Ryley knew her very well though, and this was not embarrassment or humility, she was up to something. He decided to go along with it for a while, just to see what she was up to.
"Is that all you can say?"
Ryley was finished brushing Cheyenne, so he threw the brush back into the stall.
"I'm sorry, Britney," Ryley said, feigning compassion. "But you were the one who fucking sold me out! And then on top of it you were gonna fuck that- that shithead, Kyle Mc-I'm-a-dick!"
"He raped me!" Britney shouted, her face turning beat red.
Ryley suddenly noticed that the barn, which had been fairly noisy before from conversations of other people, had gone deathly quiet. Shaking his head, realizing this was stupid, Ryley re-saddled Cheyenne in the blink of an eye. He led the horse outside, past Britney and climbed into the saddle.
He looked back into the barn and saw several people looking on with a heightened curiosity. Ryley held out his hand to Britney. She looked at it for a moment and then grabbed his hand. Ryley pulled her up into the saddle in front of him.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he grabbed the reins and turned Cheyenne in a tight circle and pointed him towards a trail that lead off into the mountains. The big horse shook his head and then trotted off across the barnyard. Ryley held up his hand to protect Britney's face from some low branches as they entered the narrow trail.
They rode in silence for a few minutes. Ryley's body was reacting predictably to feeling Britney against it for the first time in months. The feel of her narrow waist in his arms and her incredible ass rubbing against his cock was making his stomach flip. Ryley pulled Cheyenne to a stop where the trail opened up into a lush green meadow.
Without saying a word, Ryley swung out of the saddle and reached up for Britney's waist. She leaned over and placed her hands on his shoulders, giving him a nice view down the front of her baby blue, V-neck shirt. He blinked his eyes and lifted her out of the saddle, placing her on the ground in front of him.
Immediately, her arms encircled his neck and she stood on her tiptoes, her lips meeting his. Ryley reacted instinctively, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. He opened his mouth and their tongues clashed, greeting each other for the first time in a long time. Britney's breath came raggedly through her nose and she moaned into Ryley's mouth as she ground her body against his.
Ryley pulled back, taking a deep breath and gently disengaged Britney from his neck.
"What?" she asked. "Don't you want this?"
"Of course I do, Britney. But what the fuck? What are you up to?"
She shrugged. "Nothing, I just miss you."
Britney's voice was like the sirens that lured sailors to their deaths. "Bullshit."
She smiled, coyly. Her hand reached out and grabbed his belt buckle. Before Ryley could do anything, she had pulled his pants away from his waist just enough to slip her other hand down his pants. He gasped as she found his cock and stepped closer, her face turned down slightly, but her eyes pointed up at his.
Ryley fought to control himself as her cool fingers wrapped around his shaft and teased him, stroking and squeezing lightly.
"What are you doing?" he asked, swallowing hard.
She turned her face up to his and trailed her tongue up his throat, licking him sensuously.
"Exactly what you want. Why?"
Ryley's mind was swimming. "I feel like my head is going to explode, Britney. I don't know what to think."
"Why think?"
Ryley had never before realized the power Britney held over him. Perhaps she hadn't realized it either, but she was learning quickly. Her mouth hung open slightly as she continued to stroke him. Ryley reached out and slid his hand under her shirt. He ran his hand up her stomach, pushing her bra up over her breasts. Britney gasped as he cupped her breast in his hand, gently squeezing.
"You sold me out, Britney," he said, a groan escaping his lips. "After everything we went through."
"Oh, come on, Ryley," she cooed in his ear. "Come back to me and I'll make it all better."
Ryley shook his head. "I can't. Not now."
"Why because of that prissy little bitch, Mandy?"
Ryley's temper flared. He pulled Britney's hand out of his pants then, using his hold on her arm, spun her around off her feet. Britney screamed as she fell, but Ryley grabbed her shoulders before she hit the ground.
He forced her to the thick grass on her back, straddling her waist and pinning her arms over her head. Britney's eyes were wide with fear, her strangled gasps and the position of her arms forced her breasts out from her chest. Ryley glared down at her, the site of her like that turned him on extremely.
"Don't you ever talk about her like that, Britney. Do you hear me?"
Britney nodded, slowly. Ryley's eyes devoured her distraught form and he could feel her trembling underneath him.
"Please, Ryley," Britney begged, her lower lip trembling. "Don't do this."
Ryley's eyes softened. "Do what?"
