Integral Instruments - With prelude to Justified Voices (Book 7)

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I conveniently waited until after 8 to text Megan every night through the week. That was normally when the girls went to bed and she went into the garage to listen to music, work on her paintings and text with me, but tonight I wasn’t texting her.

Instead of texting, I picked up some junk food and booze and headed over. I honestly just wanted to see her again. But when she answered the door I was speechless.

She was wearing a flowy little nightgown, that barely covered anything. It was a deep purple that really made her skin look silky and smooth.

“I-uh... Brought some munchies. I thought we could hang and watch a movie or something? An at home date?” I smiled, trying not to look at how little she had on, but failing miserably.

“Ryan? What are you doing here?” She whispered.

I stepped past her and into the now somewhat familiar house. I had spent all day here on Sunday and knew my way around the lower level and up to the bathroom.

"I told you," I chuckled, "You gonna let me in?"

“You know I don't have a TV." She stood aside, then followed as I went into the kitchen and started to unpack my goodies, her little feet pattering on the hardwood floors.

“How much did you smoke?” I chuckled, "Because I saw the one in your living room. The one you hide behind the painting."

"I hate that thing." She hissed, "I haven't used it in years."

The was a little secret I’d found out on Sunday that made her all the more intriguing. She wouldn’t drive if she had been smoking, or even leave her house. She smoked all day on cleaning day and to relax in the evenings. She was really resposible and I could dig that.

“Enough to eat that entire bag of Doritos.” She smiled brightly, flexing her fingers at the bag I was pulling out.

“Have at it.” I chuckled and handed it over, “I’ve got Funions too.”

She gave a whimper and stared at the bag of Funions. I laughed fully, she was too cute.

“We can share, stoner. What are we gonna watch?” I moved to her cupboard and pulled out a glass for my whisky.

I ignored the fact that I had totally just invited myself over again and she did the same as she smiled up at me, eating her chips.

“I don’t know. I don't watch TV. Tonight was my night off and I was waiting for you to text me.” She blushed a little, but continued to eat her chips.

I grabbed the bag of Funions and my booze and made my way into her living room. When I removed the painting, it revealed the flat screen that had been planted into the wall. It wasn't old, so maybe her ex had bought it.

Once it was uncovered I turned it on and plugged in my Fire stick with all of my access to my channels. She sat on the couch and stared at me the entire time.

When I sat on the couch, I stationed myself dead center and spread my arm across the back of it to lounge.

She was seated crosslegged next to me, tucking her nightgown between her legs to cover herself, with the Dorritos on her lap.

Her bare leg brushed against my jeans and I had to try hard to keep from sliding my arm down around her shoulders.

“If you want to smoke you can only vape down here, but I’ve got some real weed upstairs in my bedroom and out in the garage.” She smiled as she licked her fingers.


This chick was so down to earth and so chill that I couldn’t get my head on straight. How many chicks would be okay if a guy showed up at her house with Dorritis, Funions and booze? No wine, no champagne and no flowers. Just junk food and booze. No one but Meg... And maybe the chicks from Fallen Angels...

“This is good for now.” I smiled looking around the small licing room. Anywhere but those lips that were licking the ranch seasoning off of her fingers.

“What are you drinking?” I eyed her glass on the end table next to her.

“A whisky sour,” She smiled excitedly, “With boatloads of cherries.”

After we watched The Hangover and smoked the vape we decided to head up the steps to get to the real weed.

“We have to be quiet, because the girls are sleeping. In the back room.” She whispered as we wound the steps.

She entered one of the four doors and turned a light on. The room was a bright pink with a purple accent wall and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Pink?” I looked around at the queen sized bed with the white frame and matching curtains that didn’t quite fit the room and closed the door behind me.

“It used to be the girls’ room, but I traded them when they switched from a bunk bed.” She rolled her eyes and went to her dresser, “Didn’t make much sense for me to keep the master. I just haven’t gotten around to painting yet.”

“You gave them your bedroom?” I stared at her increadulously. This woman was something else.

“One of me, two of them. They get the bigger room.” She handed me a little wooden treasure chest and I grabbed it, but didnt look at it as I watched the sincerity in her gaze.

“You're so beautiful.” The words were out before I could stop them and she blushed, which made her even more beautiful.

I couldn’t stop myself as my hand snaked around the back of her neck and I brought her lips to mine.


That was the only way to explain what was happening in my head. This woman was amazing. Her lips were soft and lush and she melt into me as I kissed her.


Friends didn’t kiss eachother and they definitely didn’t dry hump, but that’s what we were doing alright.

You could say it was the alcohol, or the weed, or even the fact that I hadn’t been with a man in years! But I didn’t care as I straddled Ryan. He felt so good between my legs.

“We have to stop.” He pulled his head back, attempting to catch his breath.


“I want you too much.” He smoothed my hair away from my face to look me in the eyes, “I won’t be able to stop if we keep messing around.”

“Who said you had to stop?” I smiled.

“The three drinks you just consumed, mixed with the half a bottle of whisky I just drank and the weed. That’s who.”

I huffed and he stared at me, trying to read my eyes as I pouted.

“Fuck it!” He growled and flopped us over, pulling his shirt over his head.

I ran my hands down his plane of muscles as he groped my backside, pulling me in closer and grinding into me.

“Too many clothes.” He tugged at my nightgown and I sat up to pull it over my head.

He paused to look at me and run his hands over me with a groan,

“Fuck, your hot.” He groaned as his lips moved to my neck as he kneeded my breasts. I let out a little moan when he found my sweet spot.

“I’ll have to keep that spot in mind...” I could feel the smile on his lips as his tongue snaked out to lick the sensual area, right before he gave it a nibble.

“Fuck, Ryan.” I huffed.

“Oh, she likes to be bitten.” His tongue continued it’s path lower, until it found my breasts and he wrapped his lips around my very pert nipple. My pelvis moved under him, wanting that sweet release from the heat he was ignited in me.

Once he was satisfied with my breasts, he moved further south, past my navel and to my panties and I covered my face, knowing what he was seeing.

I heard a chuckle before he whispered sensually, “Fluffy clouds huh?”

My boyshorts were covered in little clouds, damn victoria’s secret! Way to be not sexy at all, Meg... I chided myself...

“In all fairness, I hadn’t expected-ahh!” As I spoke, his fingers snaked around the leg of my panties and smoothed my wetness with an expert hand. I lost all train of thought.

He leaned forward and kissed me as I moved my hips and arched up to feel his weight on me.

“I don’t think I can wait.” He whispered into my mouth.

“Then don’t.” I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and pulled him back on top of me as he removed his hand and freed himself.

Within an instant his hand was back at my panties, pushing them to the side as he slid into me.

The fullness didn’t surprise me and my body welcomed him fully. He was so soft and warm and felt heavenly inside of me.

Once he began to move I could feel every crevice and vein that pulsed through his member with a heightened sensitivy.

The feel of his jeans rubbing against my legs and him inside of me, had my mind and body rolling in ecstasy.

“Meg, you feel so fucking good.” He whispered into my lips.

“Don’t stop kissing me.” I whispered and he chuckled but obliged, pushing our bodies even closer together.

I tightened my legs around him as my body began to quake. Fuck, I couldn’t come this soon.

“Give in.” He whispered, “Give in to me Meg. Let me feel you come around me.”

“I don’t want it to end.” I pulled on his neck, reaching for his lips again but he didn’t budge. He just smiled.

“It won’t end here. I promise.” He tipped his head so that our lips mets again and ravaged my mouth just like his dick was ravaging my insides.

I began to moan as I peaked and he felt it, the quivering of my insides as I came.

“Fuck.” He gave out another moan and with two more thrusts he was done, as my body continued to quiver from the orgasm.

Once he was done he colapsed on me, burying his head into my neck.

“Wow.” I began to giggle and covered my mouth.

“Yeah.” Ryan huffed and brought himself up on his elbows to smooth my hair around me.

We sat there for a few minutes, just looking into eachother’s eyes, him still inside me.

“You okay with this? I mean, this kind of passes that friend zone barrier.” He rubbed his nose against mine, then kissed it.

“I’m okay with this.” I smiled up at him.

“Good,” He smiled brightly, “Because I can’t drive home until I’m sober.”



A few hours later and 2 more sprawls around, we were laying in her bed, under the covers, as she snuggled into the crook of my shoulder about to fall asleep.

“So, can I ask you something?” I kissed the top of her head.


“What happened with the girls’ dad?” She stiffened at my question, so I didn’t expect an answer, but she surprised me.

“I was a stupid kid. I got married to my best friend.” She sighed, “I was 18 and he was 19. He wanted to see the world and I wanted a family. Arlee was born 1 year after we were married and we were decent for a while. Then, when she turned 1 he was in and out of our lives, but he would come back for a month or so here and there and I was always waiting for him like puppy... One day I found out I was expecting again and things changed, he tried to stick around and be the dad he needed to be, but things were different...”

“Was he a good dad?”

“Its hard to tell. We fought a lot. It was mostly him, being silent and bruding. It was always one extreme or the other. He was never happy. When Elle was almost 1 he left for good.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I came home one day and he was gone. He left a note about how stressful it was with a newborn baby, a toddler with medical conditions and another child that was used to being the only one. He said he was depressed and he needed to move on. The divorce papers were there too.”

“The kids don’t know any of that do they? Elle said he was backpacking somewhere.”

“Arlee saw everything, she was old enough to understand, but I never told the little ones. It’s not my place to tell them their father walked out on them. And I could never do that to Piper.”

“Do you still love him?” I asked softly.

She sighed again, “No. I love what he gave me. The girls are exhausting and amazing and I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world, but I hate him. I can never forgive him for leaving them the way he did. Aren’t parents supposed to love their children?”

“They are.” I kissed the top of her head.

I wanted to find the deadbeat and kill him myself. Meg was a beautiful woman for what she did for her kids. She was strong and I adored her for it.

I just didn’t understand how any man could leave this.

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