Wild Ride

by Rebecca Avery

  “I am an adult and I make choices about my life… not my grandfather. Do you honestly think he would put you in jail for being with me?” she asked.

  “Let me draw you and I’ll tell you anything you want to know,” he said, leaning in toward her and studying her mouth while biting his bottom lip.

  “Ok…” she said breathlessly. His nearness and the way he was studying her mouth made it hard to keep on track. “What makes you think my grandfather would put you in jail for seeing me when it was him that talked my mother into letting you help with my brothers?”

  Taking the sketchpad, he opened it up and flipped to a blank page. Without making a mark on the paper he leaned in close to her as though he meant to kiss her.

  Rather than a kiss he brought his roughened fingertips to her mouth and brushed them across her lips, pulling on her bottom lip with his index finger while staring at them as though in deep concentration.

  “Because I don’t just want to take you out to dinner and a movie… those things are nice but… that’s not what I want from you. Judge Patterson has to have fucking known that when he signed me up for this shit. He’s daring me to act on those impulses and as soon as I do…” he said.

  Then leaning forward he brushed his lips across hers. Not as a kiss but rather like testing the softness of them against his own.

  “Chuck…” she finally whispered as he continued to brush his lips against hers without actually kissing her. The erotic feel of his mouth moving against hers made her desperate for him to really kiss her.

  Leaning back he continued to stare at her lips for a moment. Then picking up his pencil, he began to sketch periodically looking back at her mouth.

  “What is it you want from me, Chuck?” she asked after several moments of no sounds other than his pencil scratching against the page.

  Without answering he continued to sketch for a few minutes and then turned the page without showing her the previous sketch. Setting his sketchbook and pencil aside he leaned forward and pulled the clip out of her hair and pulled the long locks around her shoulders.

  Then looking down the length of her, he pulled the blanket off of her leg and tossed it away. He glanced at her stump for a moment before his eyes traveled back up the length of her body to finally meet her eyes.

  “Slide down and roll onto your side facing me,” he said.

  “Answer my question, Chuck…” she whispered hoarsely.

  He merely stared at her until she slid down out of the sitting position attempting to keep the towel from riding up even higher on her legs.

  “Lose the towel,” he said. “You said I could draw you…”

  Was he serious? He expected her to lie there and allow him to draw her nude? His eyes gave the answer and swallowing hard she unhooked the towel and pulled it away. Grabbing it he pulled and she moved so he could get it out from under her. He tossed it over the side of the bed.

  Then moving a pillow out from under the blankets, he lifted her head onto it. She slid one arm under the pillow as though hugging it and let the other fall across her stomach.

  Taking her free hand, he bent her arm and guided her fingers to her mouth hooking her index finger on her bottom lip. Then he took his rough fingers and slid them up the outside of her thigh, over her hipbone and along the indent of her waist. Blue flames of pleasure followed his fingers as he leisurely stroked her skin.

  “My favorite part of your body,” he said as his eyes followed the movement of his fingers.

  Leaning forward, his mouth followed the path of his fingers. Again not kissing but testing the texture of her skin against his lips. She could not hold back the groan that escaped her at the feel of his barely there lips and warm breath along such a sensitive place any more than she could control the liquid heat that pooled between her legs.

  He’d barely touched her but she shivered as small bumps broke out all along her body… her breath coming in ragged gasps. Then just as before he backed away and his eyes studied her for a moment before he reached for his sketchbook and began to draw.

  “This is what I want from you, Meredith,” he said his breathing as uneven as hers. “I want to sketch you as I touch you.”

  “You want to draw me and touch me but you don’t want to be with me?” she asked and then after catching her breath, “Because you think my grandfather won’t approve?”

  He was quiet as he continued to sketch and after finishing he again turned the page then set the sketchbook aside. Pushing her shoulder until she was lying flat, she attempted to pull her arm out from under the pillow when he caught it and pulled it back up alongside her face and wrapped her fingers around the corner of the pillow.

  Then he did the same with her other arm on the opposite side. Her heart was beating so wildly she could hear it.

  “You’re beautiful, smart and passionate. You went to college, live in a nice home and come from a great family,” he said as he slid his fingers up her ribcage.

  Then he stroked the backs of them against the underside of her breasts causing them to pebble. His fingertips brushed across her nipples causing her back to arch.

  Leaning down, his lips followed the path of his fingers up her stomach until he paused and said, “I’m decent looking, talented and definitely passionate but I never went to college… in fact I didn’t even graduate high school. I’ve lived in more foster homes in my life than I can even remember and I never knew my real family.”

  Then his lips continued on. His impassioned breath and barely there touch against her breasts made her jump, arching toward him.

  “The judge and I both know you’re not meant for me. He’s testing me to see if I’ll do the right thing and leave you untouched… control my urges… tamp down the inner wildness,” he said. Then he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, drawing on it almost to the point of pain before releasing it and repeating the process on the other one.

  Clenching the corners of the pillow in her fists, she knew she couldn’t take much more of his form of torture against her excited flesh. She was so wet and ready for him… but as before he stopped and sat back up, grabbed his sketchbook, studied her breasts for a minute and began sketching.

  As her body burned with pleasure from his touch and the intense concentration in his stare she took a breath and said, “I decide who’s meant for me and who’s not… that’s my decision. I doubt very seriously Grandpa is testing you. You’re young… you have time… you can go back to school if that’s what you want or you can keep working at the shop… that’s your decision. I like your urges and wildness… I want you, Chuck. Are you seriously going to cut me out of your life because of my grandfather? Leave me… untouched?”

  Again he turned the page in his sketchbook after several minutes and set it aside. Her heartbeat picked up again as she anticipated what he would do to her next. Rolling over to the side of the bed, he kicked his shoes off and pulled his shirt over his head.

  Standing up he grabbed his wallet off the table and tossed it on the bed next to his sketchbook. Then turning to face her, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down his muscled legs, pulling them off until he stood naked.

  His eyes met hers for the first time since he’d started drawing. He grasped his erection and stroked himself, gazing at her the whole time. He was wild… unashamed… and completely hot!

  Then he released himself and climbed back onto the bed to lie on his stomach between her legs. As he had done the night she’d seen his sketches, he rubbed his face against the inside of her thighs as though marking her. Then he stopped and stared at that part of her that ached and burned for him. Oh God did he mean to draw her… there?

  Reaching out he used his index finger to outline her folds, delving between them and up to the nub at the center.

  “Please Chuck, don’t do this if you aren’t going to…” she heard herself beg.

  Then his lips were there exploring where his fingers and bold stare had been. His mouth was firm and as with her breasts he brought h
er almost to the point of pain before releasing her.

  “I thought I could behave myself and do whatever it took to get through this community service shit… and then I met you,” he whispered against her. “I can’t control this… need… for you. So first I’m going to draw you and then I’m going to fuck you.”

  Reaching for his sketchbook, he laid it on her stomach and began sketching her while he remained between her thighs. She was nearly to tears by the time he finished. He would repeatedly lean down and suckle her then stop to stare at her and start drawing again, only to repeat the process a few minutes later. His hands seemed unsteady as he sketched but he continued.

  Finally, as he again bent to taste her heated flesh, he threw the sketchbook and pencil aside and this time he did not let up until she broke apart from the passion and intense pleasure of his mouth. Then he rolled her onto her side as she had been earlier and, reaching for his wallet, he took out a condom.

  After putting on the condom he lay down behind her. Smoothing her hair back he turned her face back toward him and kissed her. She could taste her essence on his mouth as he pulled her leg up and over top of his and entered her.

  He rolled his body against hers as he wrapped his arm around her waist and locked his fingers with hers and guided their hands down to where their bodies joined.

  “Fucking you is my favorite form of art,” he said against her mouth. Then he was moving against her and his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. The pleasure increased going on and on until she broke apart again and heat raced over every inch of her skin leaving her flushed.

  He too started to come undone. He groaned into her mouth over and over and began to buck wildly against her using his hand to hold her flat against him until with one final loud groan he finally went still.

  They both lay there panting, unable and unwilling to break the utopia their bodies had created. Finally he leaned up and rubbed his lips and face against her shoulder before rolling away from her.

  “Don’t go yet… please?” she said quietly. She realized he’d given her what she had asked him for. Still, the thought of him taking what she’d so freely given and then walking away as though it hadn’t been wild and amazing… hurt.

  “I’ll be right back” he said and made his way into the bathroom.

  When he returned he pulled the covers back and helped her beneath the sheets and then joined her, pulling her into his arms.

  Laying her head on his chest, she’d almost fallen asleep from him playing with her hair when he said, “I am working on getting my GED… I take the test in two weeks. That’s a start but I will never have the kind of life you have with a good education, respectable family and shit. You don’t want to go through life with my dumbass dragging you down. You should go back and get your degree, find a guy who is just as smart as you and have smart ass kids someday.”

  She rolled over to prop her chin on the back of the hand she had laid across his chest and looked at him. He was absolutely the best looking man she’d ever seen and the twinkle that normally lit his eyes left her wondering what would happen next. Now he just looked hurt, unsure and afraid.

  “I’m working on getting a fake foot so I can get around better. That’s a start but there will be many trips to the physical therapist, doctor and the prosthetics center. I’ll never have two healthy, undamaged feet like you have. You should find some hot chick with big boobs and perfect feet to ride off into the sunset with,” she said.

  Running his hand down her back to her bottom he said, “I’ll make you a deal… you help me pass the GED test so Judge Patterson will get off my back and I’ll help you learn to use your fake foot. We’ll see how things go between us while we’re at it.”

  “On one condition… stay with me tonight?” she asked.

  The bike fest had been an eye opening experience for her and full of fun… and Chuck. It seemed she couldn’t get enough of him and most of the time it seemed as though he felt the same way. Other times it felt like he was holding back from her or waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  The week following the bike fest had been difficult for her. Chuck was back to making sure they were never alone together. However, at least he was willing to spend time with her now rather than just sending Ben and Matt up to occupy her time.

  After a weekend spent hanging out with him during the day and being in his arms at night, by Friday her entire body seemed to ache from her need to touch him… kiss him… be with him.

  She had received notification that her prosthetic was ready and had scheduled the first adjustment fitting appointment for Friday as well as a gait training appointment following the fitting.

  Now that the boys were back in school Carla had changed her work schedule so that she worked during the day and was home by dinner. This allowed her time with the boys and to help them with homework. The need for Chuck’s assistance was not as necessary but strangely Carla did not say anything or adjust his time.

  However, Carla did ask if Chuck would be able to take her to the appointment and he had agreed.

  “You ready to do this thing, Edith?” Chuck said as he headed up the stairs to her room.

  “Yes,” she replied while he made it to her room and over to where she stood with her crutch. God he looked good.

  “You want a lift?” he asked, turning his back to her. “Might be the last time you need one…”

  Leaning the crutch against the foot of her bed and setting her purse down on the bed as well, she placed her hands on his shoulders. He bent down and she jumped and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and neck. Before she could stop herself she had buried her face against his neck and inhaled the scent of him.

  Groaning, he moved around to the side of her bed and sat her on the edge of it. Releasing his neck, she was amazed at how quickly he turned in her arms and was kissing her, pushing her down onto her back across the bed. His body covered hers and it was exquisite even through the clothes they wore.

  “I told you not to breathe on my neck,” he said through his clenched teeth. Then he was kissing her a little more forcefully. “You’ve been driving me fucking crazy all week,” he finished, nipping at her neck.

  “I’ve missed you and it kills me to be so close but yet so far apart… unable to touch you or hold you,” she whispered.

  “It was supposed to be for one weekend… just one and then no more,” he whispered against the skin of her neck. “But now it’s even worse than before… now I know your taste, your smell… the feel of you.”

  Grinding himself against her and kissing her made her wild with need and she began to pull and tear at his shirt trying to get next to him… skin to skin. Catching her hands in one of his, he leaned his forehead down to hers and looked her in the eyes.

  “We need to go before this gets even more out of hand,” he said breathing heavily.

  “Chuck… please?” she whispered breathlessly.

  “I’m trying to have a little bit of self-control here and you are making that impossible. There’s a get together at Gran’s tonight… go with me?” he asked, kissing her lightly.

  “I really like your friends… especially Lilly and Dana… but I’d rather spend time with you… alone.” she said.

  Lilly and Dana had been over on Tuesday and Thursday morning to begin Dana’s birthday seduction training. They had managed to choose a song and a style of dance. She’d enjoyed the time spent with them and had given Dana several moves to work on over the weekend.

  However, Chuck had no idea that she’d already seen them both twice over the course of the week.

  “We can cut out early…” he suggested with one of his heart stopping grins.

  After a few more kisses they finally made it out of the house and to the appointment on time. The fitting went well and somehow, between Chuck’s inappropriate comments while she walked using the parallel bars and his serious interest in the whole process, she wasn’t as nervous.

  A few adjustments later and she was giv
en instructions on how to put on and take off the prosthetic. As well as how to care for it, then she was deemed ready for the gait training session.

  She worked with the therapist on exercises she could do at home to build up strength in both legs. A rotation schedule for how long to wear the prosthetic limb at a time was put into place, along with changing from a crutch to a cane in order to assist her with walking.

  Then another appointment was scheduled for the following week, after which they were heading back so they would be there before the boys got home from school.

  As Chuck pulled her car into the garage she turned to him. “Can we walk down and meet the boys at the bus stop?” she asked excitedly.

  He needed to get back to the shop… he had so much work to do. But how could he say no to her when she looked at him like that? The bike fest had pulled in more business than he’d thought possible… specifically painting business.

  He sent a text message to Dickie letting him know he would be off the entire day since Bobby and Lilly were at an obstetrics appointment. As much shit as he gave her about not being very graceful on her new foot, she amazed him.

  Her perseverance through the fitting and therapy session was incredible and he almost felt guilty that he’d ever called her a “chicken.“ She was braver than anyone he knew. They walked slowly down the sidewalk toward the bus stop and it was hard not to stare at her. She was beautiful, especially when she concentrated.

  When the school bus arrived and Ben and Matt were dropped off, he enjoyed the look of triumph on her face at their excitement over seeing her there.

  As they made their way back to the house, several neighbors stepped outside to say hello to them. It almost felt like the entire neighborhood was being supportive of her efforts. Unlike the reaction he received from the neighbors, these people were excited and happy to see her. A few simply stared at him as they made their way along.

  The boys chatted non-stop the entire way back to the house and he fielded as much of it as possible while Meredith focused on walking. They had nearly made it to the house when looking at him Matt asked, “What school did you go to?”