Chapter 18
Ishika
Ryan lets me brush my teeth and freshen up. Then he is dragging me downstairs and beckoning me into a Honda SUV. I am wearing his white sweatshirt, which is knee-length on me and my half dry leather sandals are quite comfortable on my feet.
“What’s the rush?” I ask.
“You’ll see when we get there.”
“Whose vehicle is this?”
“It’s mine for now. But it’s a secret car.”
“Oh, I see,” I say in a conspiratorial tone. “Why do you have a secret car? Is there a dead body in the trunk?”
He snorts. “Like I would tell you if there’s one.”
“Just saying, buddy, I’m a big fan of Mr. Bruce Lee and Mr. Jackie Chan. Oh, and I watch MMA fights on my phone often.”
“Yeah, I witnessed your fighting skills last night, they were very impressive. That bat—”
“Don’t you start about my cricket bat again.” I pinch his arm.
“Ouch. Okay. This is Owen’s birthday present. The paint job isn’t done yet. I’m redoing the interior in leather. Owen can’t know.”
“Owen’s getting a car for his birthday?”
“Owen needs a car and I don’t want him to worry about having to pay off another loan. He already has his student loan to take care of. Don’t tell him. It’s a surprise.”
“My lips are sealed.” I pretend to lock my lips and throw the keys out of the window. I also understand how effortlessly Ryan cares for the people he loves. How he makes their problems his own.
It’s still pitch dark outside when we get into the car.
The drive is a bumpy zigzag climb on an uneven roadway covered with thick trees.
The windows are down and the wind kisses my face as Ryan weaves our fingers together.
There’s a smile on his lips as he brings our hands to his mouth and places a kiss on the back of my hand.
My heart thuds rapidly as he continues the kiss moving his lips to my inner wrist. Bastard knows I am sensitive there.
He smirks then slowly swipes his tongue on the length of my inner forearm. My grip on his hand tightens when he sucks a sensitive spot making me gasp.
“You know when I came to you asking you to be my fake boyfriend, I was actually terrified of you,” I confess.
“You didn’t look terrified.”
“You always gave me the impression that you disliked me.”
“You got the wrong impression.”
“You think if you knew sex with me would be so mind-blowing in the future, you would have, maybe perhaps toned down your growly annoyance toward me all those years ago?”
“Babe, I always knew sex with you would be mind-blowing.”
“Really, so if I’d come to you and asked - will you have dirty sex with me?” I say fluttering my eyelashes feigning innocence.
“You kidding! That’s my favorite wet dream. And, my God! You’re so pretty, your eyelids remind me of an advertisement for window shutters.”
I flutter my eyelids some more for emphasis. He places his hand on his heart and sighs making me giggle.
“Speaking of dirty sex, I’ve never done that.
I don’t even know what it means. Are we talking rollin’ in the mud dirty or paintball dirty?
Or is it that you don’t shower for a week so you smell like a pig before the gig?
Oh my God! Does it mean taking it up the bum?
I can see how that’ll play out. Ugh! I don’t think I’m up for that. ”
Ryan chortles by my side.
“I killed the mood with bum talk, didn’t I? I’m never going to discover the mysteries of dirty sex,” I joke to make him laugh again. I love when he laughs.
When his gaze drops to my lips, I gulp and pull back my arm. There is so much intensity in the way he looks at me, sometimes I just don’t know how to respond.
Looking out of the window, I try to place the road on my mind’s map. I am not familiar with the path.
“Hey, Ishika.”
“Hmm.”
“Once we reach the top of this mountain, I’m gonna do dirty things to you. Okay?”
My heart skips a beat when I nod my consent.
Dirty sex.
Dirty sex.
Dirty sex.
The words ping pongs around my head. Are we going to do it in the car? He is going to bend me like a noodle? I have very pointy elbows. Must be careful not to jab him in the eye.
Suddenly I remember the rumors from last year’s charity dinner.
The whispers and the giggles, the toxic smoke and the sweet perfume.
I inhaled it all in the ladies’ room of the country club.
I stayed back and swallowed every minute detail.
Oh, how they loved talking about Savage.
How I had no idea back then that he was Savage.
I remind myself that’s his past. We weren’t together back then.
But my jealousy today demands a scuffle with his yesterday.
Clasping my hands together, I bring them between my thighs.
“I have heard about your talents, you know. Your lady friends are loud and they like to gossip and brag. How you bend them to your will and make them see stars. But look Savage, the stars are about to disappear. If I bend for you, what will you show me now?” There’s a bite in my tone that wipes the smile off his face.
“Lover, didn’t I make you see stars last night already? Did you forget how you screamed my name?”
LOVER!
Lover.
I roll the word on my tongue.
A tense pause separates us as he turns to me again.
“Ishika, I’m not Savage when I’m with you.
I haven’t called anyone my lover, but you.
Watching you come on my tongue was the single most hottest thing I’ve ever encountered in my entire life.
I can’t speak about the stars, but I’m now addicted to the rain. And it’s all because of you.”
LOVER!
The name spreads on my tongue, giving it a taste of something unique.
I like it.
It soothes my pride and sends my jealousy right back into the dungeon. I remind myself, I am the girl he bought back home.
We reach the clearing on top of a cliff that acts like a landing place for the lookout point. It’s enough space to park maybe five or six cars at one time and in the corner lies a couple of rusty metal benches.
I get out of the car before Ryan does. The smell of wet mud fills my lungs as I inhale. I gaze at the twilight sky to see faint stars. It isn’t pitch dark anymore but we are also far from sunrise. My eyes adjust to the blue light as I take in my surroundings.
This place is hauntingly peaceful. The silhouette of the mountain trail and those flicking lights of urban life at a distance feels like a picture frame.
A shiver courses down my spine and I know it’s because of him.
The mountain air is so cold and yet my skin prickles under the heat of his eyes.
His Adam’s apple bobs as he approaches me.
There’s a bounding pulse visible in the veins of my neck.
His lips brush over that pulse and then he sucks on it making me dig my nails into his back.
He threads his fingers into my hair and yanks my head back, his lips latch on to the base of my throat catching another of my pulse that’s gone rogue.
I moan his name.
“Tell me to stop if you don’t want this,” he hums against my skin.
“I want you.”
“What if I want to use you?” He presses an open-mouth kiss and I stretch my neck to give him more access.
“Yes. Use me.”
He sucks in a sharp breath; next, his tongue licks the shell of my ear as he whispers. “And how should I use you? Should I use you when you’re on your knees so I can push my cock deep down your throat? Or should I bend you over that bench so I can fuck you from behind?”
He sucks the lobe of my ear into his mouth and I groan. His teeth bite giving it a playful tug before releasing it. “Maybe I should make you go down on all fours and crawl for me. Tell me Ishika, what should I do with you?”
“Anything. I’ll do anything for you.”
The warmth of him leaves so quickly and in its place fills a naked vacant need. He steps further away, his eyes hooked on me.
“On your knees, Princess.”
I don’t hesitate even for a moment. I lower myself sinking down to my knees, forgetting that the ground is wet from last night’s rain. The touch of grassy earth below my legs is a squishy velvety texture. I flinch as dampness seeps through, clinging onto my skin.
He smirks, waiting for me to quit.
His smirk falters my balance, I catch myself right before I am about to face plant in front of him. Pushing my palm into the ground, I reposition myself. When I lift my hand back up, my fingers are slathered in mud.
The wind begins to play with the loose tendrils of my hair, making it tickle my face. On impulse, my muddy hand pushes my hair back.
Ugh! The feel of grainy wetness kisses my cheek making me scrunch my nose.
He lets out a low huff of a laugh, his heavy black boots scrunching down on the muddy grass.
He watches me with hooded eyes, his bottom lip between his teeth, his head cocked to his side as he circles around me.
Like I am an animal who has just fallen into his hunting trap.
Dusting my hands, I straighten my spine and gaze up at him in challenge. He seems vast as the sky from this angle. The purple and blue above him becoming a part of him, making him seem so far away.
I’m going to touch the sky today.
He arches an eyebrow, his dimpled smirk is intact as he comes to a halt next to the metal bench. There’s a distance of a few feet separating him from me.
“Look at you. So desperate for my cock. You want this, don’t you?”
“Yes. I want it.”
“Then you should crawl to me, Princess.”
I want to be good for you.
I want to be the one on my knees but I want you to be begging for me.
Licking my lips, I go down on my hands and knees and prowl toward him, my eyes only on him.
Dragging on the mud, I feel the dirt fill my nails.
The crawl is uncomfortable. My sweatshirt rides up my thighs.
The cold wind plays with my pussy, fluttering around the hem of the sweatshirt and teasing my ass cheeks.
In the name of all things debauchery, never in my wildest fantasies did I think I would be flashing to the flora and fauna.