Ryder Tully Age Novels & Stories

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?"

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.”

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?

LUST IN THE STRIPPER XAVIER DANE (ML) 37 YRS IVY CROSS (FL) 24 YRS ROSY HARPER (SFL) 25 YRS XAVIER~~ As much as I am grateful for having Ryder as one of my closest friends, his ideas of cheering me up were not what I had in mind. “Nothing is going to change my mind, Ryder.” I stated as a matter of fact which only had Ryder plaster on a playful smirk.

That sounded peaceful, yes, but also very boring. Sure, the old Taya's play-it-safe policy was a big reason behind the lack of excitement in my high school days. But there was something else. The reason why my love life was drier than the Sub-Saharan desert was this: Ryder Jake Williams. To the world, Ryder was RJ— the talented young surfer who was one of the most popular guys at school. But to me, he was just Ry, my annoying older cousin.

Ryder glanced at me once more, and winked, “I’ll see you next time, Miss Sullivan.” Ryder Blue owns a few Hotel and restaurant businesses around the country, and the fact that he is highly interested in owning the Sullivan Company is what prompted me to meet him in person. I've only heard a few things about him, such as that he was previously featured in a men's magazine and didn't want any commitment. It seems that a successful man like him wouldn't want to make a long-term commitment, especially when money is involved in the relationship. ************* My second appointment with him is scheduled for the following day. While he was having his conversation with one of his secretaries, I was