Chapter Eleven #3
“I don’t think ass-kicking will be necessary,” she said, smiling at him.
“I’ll miss you,” he said. “Come back any time.”
She embraced him once more, then headed back to Ryan.
“We can take the helicopter home when you’re ready,” Ryan said, once she had returned to him.
“I have a car here,” Callie objected. “I need to get it back to my dad.”
“OK,” Ryan considered it for a moment. “Nathan can return the car to your dad, and we can head back to the city.”
“You’re going to send Nathan to face my father’s wrath?” Callie frowned.
“Fair,” Ryan conceded. “Fine, we’ll drive the car back to your father.”
He informed Nathan of the new schedule and confirmed he would be home in a few days. When they returned to Martha’s place, Ryan stopped staring at the driveway.
“That’s the car?” Ryan asked, laughing.
“You have an issue with an eight-year-old Nissan Micra?” Callie teased. She knew the car was small and old, not anything Ryan was accustomed to.
“That’s not a car!” Ryan protested. “That’s a golf cart. We could probably just mail it back. Or maybe we should put the poor thing out of its misery. Sink it in the ocean, and I’ll buy your dad a real car.”
“Now you’re just being mean,” Callie laughed.
“It will cost more in gas to drive back, than what that car’s worth,” Ryan continued taunting.
“OK, mister,” Callie teased. “Now you’ve gone too far. Not only have you lost your driving privileges, but I’m also playing country music the whole way.”
“Driving privileges? If I were to drive, I would have to remove the front seat and sit in the back to fit!” Ryan laughed, then pulled her close and kissed her.
It would take two days to get back to Callie’s hometown.
On the first day, they only passed through small towns as they headed south and west. Ryan kept commenting that there seemed to be a lack of modernization, though Callie knew he really meant there were no cities with five-star hotels or restaurants.
They drove well into the night and, eventually exhausted, found the only motel along their route that wasn’t an hour detour and checked in.
Callie laughed at Ryan’s reaction to the dated décor and old furniture.
“At least it’s clean,” Callie said.
“I think we have very different concepts of clean,” Ryan replied, frowning.
Callie approached and kissed him, helping him forget the room’s lack of charm.
She saw how much he wanted her, but he didn’t know how to read her.
She knew she wanted him, too. She had missed him so much and was crushed without him.
But she wasn’t sure what would happen if she tried to be intimate.
She started to unbutton his shirt, but stopped when she saw the bruising.
“Ryan, this looks terrible,” she exclaimed.
“Just a couple of broken ribs,” Ryan confirmed with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I saw a doctor.”
“I heard,” she frowned. “There's a difference between seeing a doctor and spending several days in the hospital!”
“Remind me to fire Nathan, that snitch,” Ryan grinned.
She ran her hand softly down his side over the bruises. She felt terrible, knowing the injury was a result of her actions. She continued to undress him, but was now unsure how they could proceed without hurting him.
“I’m fine,” he said, noticing her hesitation as he undressed her.
She stood in front of him, naked. She knew he was letting her take the lead; he didn’t want her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
She could see he wanted her. He was already erect, and they had barely touched.
She had him lie on his back on the bed while she lay beside him on his uninjured side.
She kissed him as his hands gently caressed her.
She drew a deep breath as his hand rested on her breast, cupping it softly.
The sensation made her desires more urgent, and he could tell.
His touch became firmer, and his hand moved between her legs.
Callie lay back and breathed heavily as he pleasured her.
After a moment, she moved on top of him, letting him slowly in.
He placed his hands on her hips, guiding the rhythm.
They went slowly, savoring each other for as long as they could, but then their motions quickened as their desperation for gratification grew.
Ryan’s hands moved back to her breasts, and the simultaneous stimulations of her body made her peak.
She continued to move up and down on him, bringing him to his climax.
He groaned in pleasure, but that quickly turned to a cry of pain.
“I’m sorry!” Callie yelled, moving away from him, scared to touch him.
“My fault,” Ryan said through clenched teeth, as he held his side. “Damian did warn me not even to sneeze.”
Callie giggled when she realized that his climate had caused the pain in his broken ribs.
“Why would you do that?” Callie scolded.
“I wasn’t going to stop,” Ryan smirked, still holding his injured side.
“You’re an idiot,” Callie frowned, but laughed.
“It was worth it,” he said, kissing her.