Fake (A Pretty Pill, #2)

by Criss Copp

I see her stumble, and I sincerely hope that she’s not hurt herself.

  And thankfully she hasn’t, because she’s jumped back up, looked over her shoulder and taken off again.

  “Fuck off Silas. Leave me alone.”

  “No fucking way.” I shout back.

  I’m pulling up to her and about to grab her when she darts left, out of my grasp. But it’s almost over for her. I’m too close now.

  And then it happens. She suddenly disappears. Tumbling down an embankment and splashing into the water below. It looks like a river. Shit, I’m scrambling down the embankment till I’m at the edge and then I’m precariously standing at the edge and waiting for her to surface.

  She comes up and I’m grabbing her by her shirt and pulling her up out of the cold water.

  “This is so fucking stupid Isi. Get the fuck up here.” I growl as I reef her clear and drag her into me. “What the fuck was all that?” I ask.

  She’s not speaking, she’s just shivering.

  “Get on my back.” I demand.

  She shakes her head.

  “Don’t be so God damn stubborn Isi. I’m carrying you out of here whether you help me or not.” I shout. “Now get on my fucking back.” I’m pissed; oh yeah, very pissed.

  She crawls onto my back and I scramble up the embankment using my hands to assist pulling me up. Her cold wetness is soaking though the layers of my clothing.

  “Why? Just tell me why you’ve reacted in this extreme way?” I ask, huffing as I near the top.

  She just cries. Fuck, at least the anger’s gone.

  When I get to the top she goes to slide down, but I’m not risking her running off again. She’s gone a bit loco tonight. Everything’s been so good for so long – I don’t know what tonight was about, but it wasn’t a minor issue for her.

  Instead, I cling to her thighs and adjust her on my back so I can walk and carry her back to the car. She’s quiet for a while, occasionally sniffling.

  “I used to crave money.” she whispers, about half way back. Her whole body is shivering.

  I can’t imagine her ever wanting money.

  “Why?” I ask gently and sigh. For some reason, the fight is diminishing and I just want to go home. I’m still simmering inside though. I could boil over with the right push.

  “Because it meant love.”

  “Love? Money equated to love?” I ask.

  “If I got a good grade, it would be; Here Belle, have a fifty and go and buy yourself a new dress. If I needed them to look at a picture I drew, it would be; not now Belle, but have a twenty and go and buy yourself something nice. After a while, I equated it to love. You know; Mommy, do you love me? Sure honey, here, take a fifty and go and get your nails done… nicely this time.” She sighs.

  “That’s fucked.” I growl.

  She sighs. At least she’s stopped crying now and the anger’s gone.

  “Then when I was at dating age and I was, well you know, with guys. I never could get people to tell me they loved me seriously, so I began the whole; If you love me Daddy, you’ll spot me a hundred, so I can go and get a spa treatment. Or, Mom, if you love me, you’ll buy me those new shoes I love.” She’s choking.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault.” she chokes out. “I worked out that money doesn’t equate to love. And I began to hate it. Any money I get now needs to be earned. I hated the pension money till I realized I’d earned it, that my injuries earned it.” she laments.

  “Shit Isi. I’m a dumbass. I should’ve just dropped it. I agree that if it makes you feel like that, you should totally forget about it.” I reason, walking the final hump and seeing the car on the other side of the road.

  “Thank you.” she whispers.

  “However, next time you want to throw down and have strong opinions about stuff. Can you just tell me what’s going on so we can avoid nighttime dashes across golf courses and plunging into rivers?”

  “Yeah.”

  I sigh, this has been exhausting.

  “I don’t want to put you offside now that you’re being sensible, but you kind of pissed me off.” I say, stepping across the water-filled ditch and traversing the other ditch before heading into the scrubby shrubs.

  “I was angry at you. I’m still a bit pissed.” she mumbles.

  “Is the picnic blanket in the back?”

  “Yeah.” She says as I walk across the road.

  I put her down on the passenger side of the car. This is not a quiet road, so I get the blanket out and hold it up.

  “You need to strip out of those clothes.” I tell her.

  “I’ll freeze.” she replies, already beginning to shudder.

  “You’ll freeze if you don’t. You can leave your undies…”

  “Panties.” she interrupts.

  “Yes, yes panties. God damn, and leave your bra on, but everything else needs to come off.”

  She’s grumbling but she’s complying.

  Her jeans are making that wet schlucking sound… schluck, off her legs and her sweater and top make a wet slapping sound as they collide with the roof.

  My back and ass are wet and cold; but really, I’m okay in just my boxers. I’ll warm up at home.

  I wrap the blanket around her shuddering body and guide her to the driver’s door. Tucking her in I then close it.

  I hop in the passenger side and strip down before buckling up.

  We make it 5 minutes down the road before Isi is shaking too much and it becomes obvious that the heater isn’t doing a damn thing for her.

  “Pull over there.” I point her to a darkened side street.

  “W.w.why?” She shivers.

  “I need to warm you up.” I chuckle.

  “W.w.warm me up?”

  “Body warmth.”

  She just slowly moves out of the traffic and drives to where I pointed.

  “Just go a bit further down Isi. I don’t want any company.” I explain.

  She manages to drive the last distance I indicated and then she pulls up and turns the engine off.

  “Climb over here.” I say gently.

  “I c.c.can’t.t.t”

  I sigh, get out my side, run around to hers, pull open the door and pull her out. I then open the back door and get her to climb in; moving in behind her.

  “Take off the blanket.”

  She looks at me like I’m crazy.

  “Take it off Isi.” I demand. I’m going to get pissed off in a minute. My fuse is still short.

  “I’m c.cold and y.y.you don’t look v.v.very warm.m.m.”

  I groan and roll my eyes.

  “I have more than a passive exchange in mind.” I growl.

  She sheepishly unwraps and I take the blanket and leaning forward, pulling it around the back of me.

  “Get on.” I grin.

  “You g.going to f.f.fuck me?” she asks, trying to smile.

  I grin at her. “That sounds amazingly sexy considering the chattering.”

  She crawls onto my lap facing me and I wrap my arms around her shaking body.

  “Man, you are freezing! Isi, I have to hold the blanket, so you’ll need to actively participate here. You’ll warm up faster anyway.” I reason.

  Her teeth are clacking together, but she’s smiling. I want to kiss her, but I also don’t want to lose my tongue to her teeth. I go with kissing her neck and jaw for now.

  It takes an inordinate amount of time for her teeth to slow down, despite me trying my very best moves in this position. My cock by now is painfully aroused pushed up against her and I’m desperate to go for hard and quick sex.

  I begin to kiss her mouth and it remains still, no chattering.

  “Thank fuck.” I murmur, beginning in earnest to kiss her. She whimpers back and I’m sure her body has been anticipating this too, just with a bit less heat.

  “You need to reach down Isi and free me.” I direct her, only just maintaining my kiss.

  She pushes her arms down in between us, shifts her hips
back slightly and pulls the elastic waist of my boxers down over my package. She’s not wasting any more time, the next thing I know is that she’s got her hand around my shaft and then she’s lifting her hips so she can push me inside her. I’m guessing she’s moved her panties to one side.

  Who cares, she’s now impaled on me and it feels fantastic because she’s moving vigorously on top of me and it’s all I wanted.

  “Fuck, shit, God.” I lament, releasing her mouth and tilting my head back.

  Isi’s going for broke. It’s definitely warming me up.

  “Oh shit Silas. You fucking pissed me off so much tonight.” she rasps as she’s bouncing up and down my shaft, hard and fast.

  It returns the angst I felt earlier and I lay off holding the blanket and grab her hips.

  “I pissed you off? You have no fucking idea how pissed off you made me,” I growl as I still her hips above me and then begin slamming her down onto me, directing the pace and strength of our contact.

  “Holy shit.” She breaths out and I can feel her coming, but I want to fuck her a bit longer, so I’m glad she reminded me that she ran across a fucking golf course and fell into a God damn river. It helps me hold out and energetically enjoy the ride for longer, I begin to meet her half way by thrusting up as well.

  And now I’m moaning and thrusting up into her while forcing her down and she’s screaming hoarsely my name, God, fuck and everything she can manage.

  “Oh.” I moan out, I can feel the bursting rapture build and I’m about to explode. “Oh, fuck… Ohhhh… Isi, Shit. OH!” I explode, and just as I thrust that all important second time, I hear the initial burst of a police siren and I open my eyes to see the shocked face of Isi; highlighted by flashing red and blue lights.

  ***

  “Belle I understand what you’re saying, but you really must understand I’m not happy to find you out here having sex with some guy.” Officer Stephens says.

  “I needed to get warm. And he’s not some random guy.”

  “I’ve never heard about him.” He reasons.

  “Why would you have? I don’t hang out with you guys anymore.”

  “He looks like a kid Belle. Is he even over 18?” he asks.

  “Yes Adam.” she growls.

  I’m not a fucking kid mate, come and stand next to me and we’ll see who’s the scrawny one.

  “Well I see your mom all the time,”

  “So you’ve met her younger man then.” she interrupts.

  “Younger man?”

  “She left dad for a 20 year old three weeks ago.” she explains.

  “No, and I saw her only; actually, I think I saw her around three weeks ago.” he reasons.

  “Well I’ve been living with Silas for months.”

  “Why wouldn’t she say anything?” he asks.

  “Because she’s a bitch.” She fumes.

  “Okay Belle. I can see you’ve had a rough night, and you should go home and get some clothes on.” he says, motioning with his hand to the fact that she’s wrapped in a blanket only. “And you know,” he leans in to whisper, but I can hear him clearly, “I always thought you were a kickass chick. You could’ve hung out with me anytime. You still can.”

  “Ah, thanks?”

  “Catch you later Belle. No more jumping into water on cool nights and having sex in the car with lover boy.” he chuckles.

  Come here and get your lover boy asshole. I’ll fucking rearrange your face. I seethe. He just hit on Isi right in front of me.

  She climbs into the driver seat.

  “I really want to punch that fucker’s lights out.” I growl.

  “Why?”

  “He just hit on you right in front of me.”

  “He hits on all the girls.” she shrugs.

  “I don’t give a shit. You don’t do that crap in front of the boyfriend.”

  “I don’t think he thought you heard.”

  “Then he should realize that 60 decibels is the normal level for conversation, not for whispering.” I complain.

  “How do you know what decibels are normal?” she chuckles.

  “It’s just one of those lame facts I happen to have crammed in my brain.” I smirk.

  “I like your lame facts.” she soothes.

  “You have to like them.” I say.

  “Why?”

  “Because you’ve got to put up with them forever.” I point out.

  She grins.

  Chapter 12: Scotch Bonnet

  Isi.

  “Oh wow, it smells so good in here.” I enthuse to Jade.

  “I think I may have outdone myself this time.” Jade states keeping the door open while Silas and I stumble through.

  “Ben let you cook Thanksgiving dinner?” Silas teases.

  Jade slaps him in the back of the head.

  “Go and do your uncle duties asshole.”

  “Oh yes, of course madam.” He replies in a posh tone. “I guess Reynolds, Ow… Damn Jade. That was uncalled for.” He squeals, holding his hand over his nipple to soothe it because Jade just twisted it.

  “You call him Reynolds, I’ll give you a nipple cripple.” she says, narrowing her eyes at him.

  Silas is obviously as stubborn as all hell.

  “Reynolds,” he calls out as if looking for the baby to come find him.

  “Fucking cocksucker.” Jade curses and takes off after a now running for his life Silas.

  I’m shaking my head in wonder at these two. They’re almost always like this.

  Ben enters the foyer and turns to see what I’m seeing down the hallway. Wrestling siblings’ hell bent on revenge. Right now, Silas has managed to half wrestle Jade to the floor and is dangling a luegy over her face and then sucking it back in. It’s gross and totally juvenile.

  “Come on Isi; let’s leave the children to their fun.” Ben chuckles and takes the cake out of my hands that I’ve brought with me.

  I cooked it following a recipe I found on the internet; I just hope it tastes good. I’m a good cook, but I’m nothing special either. I have a few excellent recipes I’ve perfected and Silas loves them, but I’m only mediocre at new things.

  “Get back here.” Jade shouts, running after Silas through the kitchen and then back through to the lounge and entry.

  I watch them go again.

  “So, Jade cooked dinner this time?” I ask.

  “Yeah, she totally did everything. She prepared the turkey for 24 hours. Marinating it in a ‘secret recipe’ she picked up from the markets. It’ll be interesting. I think it smells pretty good, so that’s a start. It’s got a slight spiciness about it.” He smiles.

  “Where’s Ben?”

  “I’m guessing he’s awake down the hall.” He smiles.

  Ben is a stunning man, especially when he smiles.

  Lucky for me, Silas in a few years is going to totally kick Ben’s ass in the who’s more gorgeous category. Right now, they’re fairly evenly matched.

  “Can I go and get him?”

  “Sure, he might be a bit smelly though.” Ben says.

  “Oh, I’ve changed his diaper a couple of times now. I can do it if you trust me.” I explain.

  “You’ve done it already?”

  “Yeah, Silas was a bit chicken. He watched from the doorway.” I chuckle.

  “That’d be right. Pass the responsibility to Aunt Isi.” Ben laughs.

  I’m not laughing, I’m staring. Ben just called me little Ben’s Auntie.

  “Oh… thanks.”

  “What for?”

  “For the Auntie reference.”

  “Oh yeah, of course.” Ben smiles before moving in to put his arm around my shoulder and walk me down to the baby’s room. “You are his Aunt. You’re part of this whacked out family.” he enthuses.

  “Now I’m in,” I begin, “do I have to do the mandatory years of service? Or are there special dispensations for having to live with Silas?” I smirk.

  “Oh, you’re stuck with us for an extended service period
. But you’ll always have my pity for having to live with him.” Ben smirks and leaves me at little Ben’s door.

  Little Ben is so cute. He has his mother’s red hair but his eyes are blue. Jade tells me that they’ll change into a grey blue like his father’s most likely, and I think that with them as parents, he’s going to be an extremely handsome man.

  I get a few pangs of loss every time I see little Ben. I can really feel the failure in not being able to have my own kids. Not that I divulge these feelings to anyone. There’s really nothing I can do about it anyway. Little Ben is a good distraction though. I get to give him lots of cuddles and then after a bit, I’m able to move beyond the initial disappointed feeling of not being able to have my own child.

  He’s awake and lying in his cot, pumping his fists and creating bubbles with his mouth.

  “Hello there Ben.” I coo.

  “Time to get up and have your first Thanksgiving little fellow.” I explain to him as I reach in and pick him up.

  He pumps his legs as I lift him and it makes me laugh.

  “You little fighter you. I bet you kicked your mom black and blue when you were rugged up inside her.” I say, leaning in to nuzzle his cheek. I get a whiff of nastiness drift up, so I pull him to me and place him over my shoulder so I can have a quick peek.

  “Poooo…” I puff out, seeing the offending smear travelling up his ass crack.

  “We’d better get onto that. We can’t have that smell competing with the turkey dinner buddy.” I complain, moving over to the change table underneath the window.

  “You don’t give a toss, do you?” I say to him, as I lay him down and pull out the necessary items.

  He keeps pumping those fists and kicking those legs.

  I lift his feet up in one hand and peel his pants down over his bottom and then I proceed to go through the motions of cleaning the little boy up. I finish by smearing cream on his butt, put another diaper on him and pull up his pants. Then I use a fresh wipe to clean my hands, followed by rubbing on some hand sanitizer.

  I look at him now happily chugging away. Arms and legs rocking him animatedly.

  “You are the cutest little guy ever.” I say, bending forward and lifting him to my face for a big kiss.

  “Nah, Silas was cuter.” Jade says from behind.