Ryder Tully Age Novels & Stories

interesting. It's funny, because I never realized how condescending my rationalist mind could be until now. I responded to it in a defensive manner. Absolutely, there will be plenty of excitement. And amazing. Ryder accomplished this feat when he was only nineteen years old, and I can do it too. In addition to that, I won't be going at it by myself. Is that so?

He needed to be strong for the life of these children. Three years have passed so fast after the incident. Danny was busy to keep the company on top. He has his trustworthy men and nannies to keep an eye on his children. Tully was already 7 years old; he was very protective brother to his siblings and to his cousins. He was four years older by his twin siblings Theo and Tilly, who was already 3 years old, whom he dedicated his life to protect them. On the other hand, New and Tee who were 5 years old already, while their sister Lia was already 3 years old. Tully loves them so much and consider them as his siblings.

She was mentally stripping him, oblivious to the fact that while she was talking, Ryder's ice-blue eyes had locked onto her daughter. Ryder wasn't the nerdy boy she had known in high school or the church boy who'd left Daisy Field ten years ago. He was thirty-six now, a man who had tasted the world and found it wanting. He'd spent the first seven years after he left high school getting his degree and attending theology seminars and deacon training, nearly becoming the priest his father wanted, only to realize he had too much devil in him for the collar. He left Daisy Field when he was twenty-six. Now he had returned to bury the old man, but the moment he saw Ruth-Ann, he realized he'd come f

Once they leave, I turn to Ryder. "Are you ready for this?" I ask, sitting on his lap. We've been together for fifteen years, and sometimes it still feels like it was just yesterday that he was the shy alpha who could barely speak to me. "I can't wait, actually. Let's show these young people what we're made of." Say what? "What do you mean, young people? We're only a few years older than most of them. I'm thirty-nine, not a hundred and nine." He starts laughing and kisses my cheek.

Ryder had a year older brother, Riley Phillips, who also went to Flower Hills Private High School. I had merely met Ryder's brother a few times. He was a senior, while I was a freshman. I knew that he was on the football team and that he was considered a hottie, but that was almost everything I knew about him. I remembered that, unlike his cruel brother, Riley was a nice guy. He even carried me to the nurse's office after Ryder and another of Killian's friends, Sloan, had thrown that bucket of ice cubes over my head.

Ryder says then takes a drink of his sweet tea. “How are your husbands and wife?” Lidia asks him. Ryder is in a polyamorous relationship with his wife Natalie and his two husbands Jaxson and Etienne. Natalie is also living a reverse harem dream with those three men and two others, Callum and Dominic. It’s an odd relationship but they are all so perfect together. They are for sure #relationshipgoals for me.

I spotted Spencer and Ryder across the crowd, his eyes locked on mine for a brief moment before he nodded and continued on his way. Ryder stood at around 6'1" with a lean yet athletic build, honed from years of running and training in the woods. His skin had a warm, golden undertone, a testament to his mixed heritage, unlike my pale own. His grey eyes were a striking feature, seeming to gleam with a mix of intensity and kindness, depending on his mood.

Ryder was only eighteen but looked older, solidly built with a broad chest and thick forearms, our years of training to thank for his mature physique. Once we received our drinks, we made our way to a small booth in the corner. It wasn't until we sat down and I'd taken a very liberal swig of mine that he started, "Now, what's going on with you?" I shook my head, my face twisted into a grimace. I still didn't have an answer for him, not one that I could share anyway. He tapped his fingers against the side of his bottle and murmured thoughtfully, "It's about Brinley, isn't it?"

His past history that she had witnessed had proved that. “Why is that a surprise? I’m 34 and want to be young enough to enjoy my children. My father was 46 when I was born.” Ryan’s hand reached out, his touch warm and comforting as he gently took Tally’s hand in his own, lifting it to his lips. The feel of his lips against her skin sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of excitement and tenderness intertwining in that fleeting moment.

He pins me with a cautious look. “I don’t know exactly what you heard back then, but yeah. I took advantage of the fact that I was the J.V. quarterback and the tallest guy in my class. I figured out quick that if you could make a girl feel special for a moment, then it wasn’t too hard to get her horizontal.” I grimace. “God, you sound like a pig.” Ryder shrugs, the black T-shirt lovingly hugging his wide shoulders and muscled chest. “I was sixteen. I’m sure I was a pig. Then came you.”