Wanted

by ML Ross

  “Ryan. Please calm down. You’re scaring me.” She whispers.

  “Oh, I’m scaring you?! Well, you should be scared, right? I murder people. I attacked my best friend and cut her up and left her for dead!”

  “You didn’t do it Ryan. I know you didn’t.” She says quietly.

  “Doesn’t matter what you say! I’m going to prison for murder. I had sex with all of them. There are witnesses that saw me with all of them. I ran. I abducted you. I had sex with you! I fucking handcuffed you and kept you here against your will! I kept you from your family!” I rub my hands over my face feverishly. I’m not sure how to calm myself down. “Someone knows we’re here! I don’t know what the fuck is going on! Did you tell someone, that day I took you out? Did you slip a note to someone or something? Have you been just fucking with me all this time until you had your opportunity to turn me in? Tell me! Did you go to the police? Are they coming? Are they fucking coming?”

  “Ryan, the police aren’t coming!” She screams at me, tears rolling down her cheeks now.

  “Fuck you! Did they follow you here?! They’re probably surrounding the place right now?!” I head towards the window, looking around frantically. I swear I hear sirens.

  “Ryan, what are you saying? I didn’t talk to the police. You need to trust me. You’re being paranoid because you’re drunk. I’m trying to help you!” She stomps her feet in frustration. I see fear in her eyes. She knows I’m out of my mind. She just needs to leave.

  “I don’t want your fucking help! Why don’t you just fucking go! Just go!” I scream at her pointing at the door. I don’t fucking care. I don’t want her here anymore. I need to end this.

  “I don’t want to fucking go!” She screams! She studies me in deep thought and then seems to make a decision. She strips down to her underwear and stomps into the bedroom.

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  “I’m staying! I want to help you. If I thought for one minute you were guilty, would I do this?!” She grabs the handcuffs off the nightstand and clicks it to her wrist. She attaches the other side to the bedpost and locks her wrist to the bed. “Ryan, please. Trust me. I want to help you. I didn’t go to the police”. She says calmly, tears still falling down her beautiful face. Her eyes are swollen and she’s shaking. From fear? I stand in the doorway, completely distraught. “I trust you Ryan. Take me. Take all of me.” I stand there, my body battling with my brain. Why is she doing this? She looks scared.

  “Are you scared of me Ness?”

  “No.” She whimpers.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you need me, baby?”

  “Yes.” She says quietly.

  “I need you too Ness. Hold on to the railing, baby.”

  She grips the bed railing, one hand cuffed there. She’s on all fours and I can’t help but to take time to just admire her. Her pale flawless skin. The curve of her back. Her ass in the air waiting for me, trusting me to take her anyway I want. She’s trembling and I notice tiny beads of sweat forming on her skin. Soft whimpers escape her mouth as she breathes heavily. Her chest moving rapidly with each pant.

  I climb on the bed and kneel behind her. Not saying a word or touching her, I just listen to her breathing. She’s nervous. I watch her body react to the anticipation of my touch. The soft noises, the slight shivers, her stomach tightening. I place the palm of my hand flat on her back and push her down so her ass is pushed up towards me. I unfasten my pants and push them down past my hips, covering myself in latex and then ripping her underwear off of her body. She winces and gasps which makes my cock stiffen against her ass. I spread her knees further apart and without warning, I thrust two fingers inside her pussy as I feel a tremor work through her body.

  “Holy fuck. You are so wet!” She likes being a little scared. She’s turned on.

  I swirl my fingers inside her collecting her juices and then remove them. I enter her with a quick thrust, pushing in so deep and fast that the headboard hits the wall as she’s hanging onto it. Adrenaline pumps through my body. I dig my fingers into her hip and hold her shoulder with my other hand to hold her still as I slam my hips into her over and over. She screams out my name which makes me lose even more control.

  “Fuck! You feel so good!”

  “More Ryan!” She begs, as she pushes her ass towards me. Fuck! She wants more? Sweat is dripping down my face onto her back. I don’t know how much longer I can keep going.

  I throw my head back pounding her with so much force, the entire bed shakes and hits the wall violently. We’re both grunting and panting with each forceful thrust. Shit, I know she’s so close. Her pussy is pulsating around me cock. I slow my pace just a little and then I take my finger, still coated with her juices and push it into her tight ass all the way to my knuckle. She stills her movements, clenching around my finger and screams. “Oh God Ryan!!”

  “You like that baby?” I growl.

  “Yes! Yes! Harder! Oh God!”

  I push my finger further in, wait until she adjusts and then I fuck her ass with my finger while circling my hips in the same rhythm.

  “Ryan!” She shrills, exhausting all the air in her lungs. Then her entire body tightens and then convulses violently as she lets out a long loud keening moan. She throws her head back and I swear her eyes roll back and her toes curl as her body reaches a state of euphoria.

  “God Damn Ness. You’re so fucking hot!” I remove my finger from her ass but I drive into her a few more times until I find my own release which doesn’t take long. I rest my face on her back, our sweat mixing together as I catch my breath. The room is completely silent, except for the sounds of our breaths.

  “Please don’t leave Ness. I need you.” I whisper into her back.

  “I won’t leave you Ryan.”

  After a few minutes, I’m almost sure I’ve passed out. I feel her squirm a bit. “Ryan?”

  I lift my head “Yeah?”

  “Can you please uncuff me?”

  “Oh! Shit. Yeah.” I lean over her to let her loose from the cuffs. Then I gently rub her wrist. She falls on her back and pulls me over her. I rest my head on her belly as she runs her fingers through my damp hair.

  “I’m sorry.” I say kissing her belly button. “For drinking like that and losing my temper. I didn’t mean to scare you. I would never hurt you Ness and I really didn’t want you to go.”

  “I know. That’s why I did what I did. I wanted you to know that I trust you and I want you to trust me.”

  “I do. I trust you. I’m just fucking scared. Can you tell me what happened with Kim?”

  “She’s sweet. Not what I pictured. You were right. She is easy going and she did open up.”

  “What did she say?”

  “She is convinced it was you. She didn’t tell me anything about that night though. I didn’t want to push. She didn’t buy my story. She thought I was reporter. I assured her I wasn’t and that I was just looking for friendship. She invited me to a New Year’s Eve party at her friend’s house.”

  “No way! It’s not safe. You’ll be seen by too many people and you don’t know if that guy is still hanging around!”

  “I have to go. It’s the opportunity we’ve been waiting for. I can get her to tell me everything and maybe even get her friends to speak up. Someone has to know something. We have to figure it out. I’ll be careful.”

  “You don’t even have a phone. What if you get in trouble?” Shit. There’s no way she’s going alone. “I’m going with you. I’ll just stay hidden.”

  “Okay.”

  I climb up the bed over her and we flip so that she’s on my chest. I cradle her head into the crook of my neck and we both lay silent.

  “Ryan?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Where did you get the gun and the handcuffs?”

  “Gramps is an ex-cop.”

  “I love Gramps.” She says with a wicked smile.

  “I do to.”

  Chapter
14 - Vanessa

  The day before New Year’s Eve, Ryan takes me to a very small town in the middle of nowhere. They have a general store, a post office, an antique store, a consignment shop, an ice cream parlor/coffee shop and some type of biker’s bar. We throw on our hats and sunglasses and we decide to make a day of it. It’s very cold today and big flakes of snow are falling from the dark clouded sky. Ryan takes me into the consignment shop and insists on buying me a coat. It’s just a plain black puffer type coat. It’s extremely warm. I also buy a cute jean skirt and a stylish button-down blue shirt for the party. We grab a coffee and make our way over to a little park with big evergreens and little wooden benches. There’s a small stream that runs through the park that’s frozen over and craggily mountain peaks surround us. It is just gorgeous. I am so giddy spending the day with Ryan, doing such a normal thing. As we sit there, taking in the scene, my ears are starting to freeze. I cover my ears with the big mittens he found for me in the cabin. Ryan takes off my baseball hat, pulls his knitted skull cap off and pulls it over my head covering my ears.

  “You’re adorable.” He kisses my nose and smiles at me.

  This is one of those moments, where the nightmare we are living in is temporarily forgotten. I pull him to me and we kiss. A sweet kiss. A kiss that makes all the butterflies in my tummy take flight. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and I rest my head on his chest. I’m falling for Ryan.

  We walk back to the remote area where we parked the truckster. We try not to park out in the open so we don’t draw attention. We both jump in and start to rub our arms vigorously trying to warm up. Ryan starts the car and turns the heat on and I don’t know why but right at this very moment, I need him to touch me. He told me to ask if I need something from him so as we sit there warming up the car, I work up the courage. I lean back in my seat and roll my head on the headrest towards him.

  “Ryan? Will you touch me?”

  He turns his head quickly. “What do you need, Ness?”

  “Your fingers.” I say looking at his big hands.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Pull your pants down.” He tells me. His blue eyes turning a shade deeper.

  I pull my pants down to my ankles and look at him.

  “Spread your legs for me.”

  I do as he says and he leans over the seat and whispers into my lips. “I can smell your arousal.” He sucks on my bottom lip while dipping two fingers into my pussy. I push up towards his hand and moan throwing my head back into the headrest. He kisses my neck and runs his tongue over my skin as he fingers me. I begin to gyrate against his hand as my orgasm begins to surface. He hooks his fingers as he drags them out and then thrusts them back in, wiggling them deep inside of my pussy.

  “I’m close Ryan, I’m gonna come.” I pant. With his two fingers inside me, he uses the heel of his hand to press down on my clit.

  “I’m coming, oh Ryan.” I feel my muscles tighten around his fingers. He holds them there as my pussy continues to pulsate. I finally relax my body against the seat and he pulls his fingers out of me. He drags one finger along my bottom lip and then sucks both of them into his mouth. It is so erotic when he does that. I lick my lip and then lean over to him as we both swirl our tongues in each other’s mouths, my arousal mixed with the taste of coffee on our tongues.

  “Thank you.” I whisper on his lips.

  “You’re welcome. Glad to help.” He says with a wink.

  That night, we watch the news for hours trying to find out if the police are any closer to finding us. So far, it doesn’t sound like there are any new developments. We both know we don’t have much time left. I didn’t tell Ryan about the police car at Walmart or that Kim said I looked familiar. I’m paranoid enough for the two of us and I don’t want him to fall apart again. Lying in bed that night, we just hold each other not knowing what the future holds. Neither one of us sleep.

  The next morning, we turn the news back on. Still nothing. The quiet feels like the calm before the storm. I’m starting to feel anxious. Ryan is quiet and distant. He doesn’t want me to go to this party but I have to. I think it’s the only chance we have. We spend the day consumed with our own thoughts. At about 6pm, I decide to get ready. I wear the skirt and button down shirt I just bought. I have to wear my chucks with it. It’s all I have but I look like a typical college student. I style my hair and put on extra make-up to transform myself back into Lindsey. By 7pm, we’re ready to leave.

  “If anything feels weird, anything! You need to leave. I’ll watch the house from the car.”

  “Okay. I’ll be fine. She said it’s not like a dorm party. It will be low key. I’m sure after what happened to her, she isn’t in a party mood. She said her friend does this every year.”

  “I know. I’ve been there. It is low key and you should be fine but I just want you to be careful. People might recognize you and then what happens?”

  “I know, but it’s either this, or we just wait. They will find us eventually.”

  He nods his head. He knows it’s the truth. I pull out the directions but Ryan knows exactly where to go so he throws on his hat and we head to the party. He parks a block away but at an angle where he can see the house clearly. He turns to me with concern all over his face.

  “Ryan! I’ll be fine. I’m just going to talk to some of the girls. See what I can find out. I’ll only stay in there for a couple of hours, okay?”

  “Okay. Go. Be careful.”

  I kiss his cheek and head for the house. I cross the street and look back at him before I pick up my pace and enter the house. It’s huge. I’d say 3500 square feet. It’s beautifully decorated with earth tone colors and cherry woods. A spindle staircase winds to the second floor from the foyer. The floors are all a dark hard wood. I find my way to the kitchen where most of the people seem to be. The kitchen is open to a huge living space. Granite countertops line the kitchen with a huge island covered in trays of finger foods. There are about 50 people standing around with red solo cups in their hands. I glance around looking for Kim and spot her on the other side of the island talking to two girls. I wave my hand at her to get her attention. She spots me and waves me over so I push myself through the crowd of hungry college students standing around the island.

  “Hey Kim!”

  “Lindsey! I’m glad you made it. This is Kayla. This is her parent’s house. This is Beth. We’re roommates.”

  “Hi. Nice to meet you. Lindsey. I’m here visiting, checking out the college.” I glance at Kim and see the doubt in her expression.

  “So, Lindsey. What are you going to major in?” Kayla asks.

  “Um, finance.”

  “Cool.”

  There’s an awkward silence. They all seem uncomfortable around me. This isn’t going to go well. We continue to talk about the benefits of Western. I half listen. I don’t really care. How the hell am I going to get her to tell me what happened? I’m already thinking this is a bad idea. It’s not going to work. Of course she isn’t going to want to talk about the gory details of her attempted murder at a party with a complete stranger. The house starts to fill up with more people. I’m on my second solo cup filled with beer from the keg. It’s been an hour and I got nothing. What the hell was I thinking? I’m no Nancy Drew. I wander around watching the students dancing, playing quarter bounce and Dance Central on the Xbox. It is pretty low key. I walk towards the back of the house looking for a restroom and find one right off the laundry room. I set my cup down on the washing machine and step into the restroom. I do my business, clean up and stand there for a few minutes trying to think about what I need to do. As I’m about to open the door, I overhear voices in the laundry room and catch Ryan’s name.

  “She looks like she’s doing okay.” A girl’s voice says.

  “She’s not okay. Ryan was her best friend. They did everything together. I mean, being attacked is traumatic enough. Being attacked by your best friend that you’ve known for 6 years and trusted is a whole othe
r story.”

  “I know. He seemed like such a nice guy too. I don‘t get it.”

  “It’s always the quiet ones. I heard he brutally attacked her and then tortured her with a knife until he thought she was dead.”

  “I can’t believe it.”

  “Well, believe it. He ran. He’s totally guilty. You always hear about these psychos on the news. He was quiet. He seemed like a nice guy. He was charming. Like that Scott Peterson who murdered his pregnant wife. They’re fine one day and then all of a sudden, they just snap. They are just sick!”

  I decide I can’t stay in here forever. They might actually be waiting for the restroom. I open the door and pretend like I’m surprised they are even standing there.

  “Oh, excuse me.” I grab my drink off the washing machine and squeeze past them.

  “Who was that?” I hear one of them whisper. Shit, I need to get out of here.

  I push through the crowds of people. It’s loud and the house is packed now. I think I’m just going to go. I need to find Kim. Maybe I can set up another time to get together. Maybe I’ll just come straight out and ask her what happened. I can’t find her and the crowd is making the temperature in here unbearable. It feels like its 100 degrees. I wipe the sweat from my forehead. Shit. I should have something to eat. I’m starting to feel nauseous. I only had two beers so I know I’m not drunk. I grab a few chips from the tray on the island and shove them in my mouth. All of a sudden, my vision starts to blur and my legs feel heavy. I shuffle back towards the bathroom and lock myself in. I look in the mirror holding onto the sink. I look pale as hell. My face is moist with sweat. I sit on the toilet and try to breathe through the nausea. I need to get out of here. I slowly stand up, having to hold onto the wall for balance. I open the door and see Ryan. He startles me and makes me jump.